#they’re very chill and docile

[pallanophblargh]

Wrangling the Children onto some fresh leaves. The Cecropia Kids are over 40 days old and still growing, and I’m starting to worry they won’t pupate in before I leave on vacation . Granted, I’m sure everything will be ok but it’s in my nature to worry over multi-legged invertebrate children. I just love larvae.

(Forgive the frass, I cleaned it out shortly after getting all the cats onto fresh food)

[thoughtsandmusingsandideas]

Dehya + Arlecchino Forgotten!Creator AU

A proper response to @ninjacomix sorry for the wait!

Dehya

You woke up in the deserts of Sumeru when you first arrived in Teyvat, so it’s no surprise that the first people you met were Eremites 

Unlike the Traveler, you are not immediately attacked- half because of your divinity subtly making them more docile, and half because you’re covered in sand and dressed in foreign clothes and practically melting under the sun- and yeah, you look too pathetic to rob

They end up taking you back to Aaru Village, and that’s where you end up meeting Dehya.

Well, technically you meet Dehya the day after you arrive, when you rush outside during a sandstorm and spot her fighting monsters

It’s a bit surreal, watching an actual fight like this, and you’re frozen in awe

At least until you notice the Rifthound sneaking up on her

You’re panicking as you lunge forward, feeling something begin to expand inside you, and-

Everything is still

Both the storm and the Rifthounds are frozen in place, and Dehya is looking at you, extremely confused

“What is this?!?” “HOW SHOULD I KNOW?!?!” “YOU’RE THE ONE DOING IT!!!!”

Dehya dispatches the Rifthounds quickly, and the sandstorm resumes

And the next day, the both of you set out towards the Akademiya, wanting to figure out what your deal is

(You don’t realize that now the gods are remembering the creator, the Akademiya is Scrambling to find any and all information on you and why they forgot you)

During the journey the both of you grow close, and a few weeks in, the both of you wrapped in a blanket to protect from the chill of a desert night, you turn to her.

“Hey, let’s get married.”

And after choking on her water, she agrees to it

Congratulations! You have a wife!

The Creator, showing up hand in hand with an Eremite is not what an Akademiya scholar expected to see at four in the morning on a random day, but that is what he saw- and he thinks the subsequent panic is very understandable

Before you know it, you and your new wife are sitting in the acting grand sages office as Nahida uses some kind of Archon communication to page the other Archons

It takes about an hour for them to burst through the door

(In that time you’ve taught Alhaitham and Dehya how to play Rock Paper Scissors, Go Fish, Uno, and you’re in the middle of teaching them slapjack. Alhaithams hands are suspiciously red and Dehya is smirking)

They’re instantly fretting over you, apologizing for forgetting you and generally praising you, completely overwhelming until Dehya pulls you away

“Hey! Who are you supposed to be!” It’s Venti, disappointed that his god has been taken from him

“That’s my wife!” You state proudly.

And then everything clicks

“Wait, I’m a god?” 

The room explodes in noise, but Dehya’s hand never leaves yours

Arlecchino

When it comes to Arlecchino, instead of taking you to Aaru Village, you ask them to take you to the border of Fontaine

You’ve only made it to the end of Sumeru in the Archon Quests- maybe if you head to Fontaine now, you’ll get to see the Archon Quest in person!

It’s only once you’ve taken the Aquabus to the Court of Fontaine that you realize you do not have a single mora on your person. 

It’s after a day of exploring that you end up near the sea, and after being startled by a giant crab appearing from nowhere (It was Very Scary I promise) you end up tumbling into the water, you’re trapped under, and-

Wait… you can still breathe!

You light up with excitement, diving deeper, and that begins your life as a diver.

You end up becoming a collector, selling cool shells and oddities to anyone in the Court who’s willing to buy them (You’ve built up a pretty good rapport with the supply manager of Chiori’s Boutique)

It’s also underwater that you discover you’re the creator- finding an old abandoned temple with murals of a god that look just like you, helping you make sense of the power beneath your skin

But hey, if no one else was gonna bring it up, you wouldn’t either

And it’s underwater that you end up meeting your first Fatui member: Freminet

He was surprised when he first saw you swimming around- but now he’s grown pretty accustomed to you, and sometimes you guys even interact

Admittedly, sound doesn’t travel well underwater, so most of your communication is via charades, but the two of you end up growing close

Freminet shows you cool diving spots, you collect valuables from the ocean floor together, swim together in blissful silence, and play with all the friendly ocean animals you seem to attract

It only takes about a month for Freminet to begin mentally referring to you as mother (This boy is starved of a parental figure)

And after that it only takes a week before he slips up

He’s waiting in Father’s office, looking around as he waits for him to arrive

It’s pretty sparsely decorated- but there are a few ornaments still left around.

“Mother would like this…” Freminet muses, looking at a small model boat, delicate and intricately carved.

A flash of heat at his back. “… What did you just say?”

After a very long and frantic explanation, and a slightly shorter lecture on stranger danger, Arlecchino demands to meet you.

You first meet the harbinger after a day diving with Freminet, and he shoots you an apologetic look as you both surface to find a harbinger on the shore

And then you make eye contact

Your thoughts: That is a harbinger. From the Fatui. Huh. I’m going to pretend not to know that.

Arlecchino’s thoughts: That is the Creator that The Tsaritsa told me to look out for. They have the exact same appearance. I will pretend not to know that.

Arlecchino asks you to tea to get to know you better, and it devolves from there.

At your tea party, she introduces herself as a completely normal orphanage matron, and you’re polite enough to not point out that her brooch is a tiny Fatui emblem

You introduce yourself as a normal diver and she ignores the fact that your spoon has been stirring sugar into your tea without you even touching it

Your relationship continues in a similar fashion, with the both of you pretending to be a completely normal couple

After a few months, when both of you are getting married, you both ignore the oddities of your guests

“Ah, darling, the Fatui are here.” “Oh yes, they sponsor my orphanage, how polite of them to come.”

“Angel, Morax is here.” “Huh. Isn’t he supposed to be dead?” “Yes.” “Well, I’m glad he could make it.” 

The both of you continue with intense purposeful ignorance

Venti: Your grace, do you really want to marry the harbinger? Is she threatening you?

You: What harbinger? I’m marrying a completely normal and totally average orphanage owner. So kind and generous she is.

Arlecchino, in the background, kicking Childe for trying to start a fight at her wedding, pausing to turn and wave: Hello.

Also Freminet is the flower girl

[belphiesreverie]

Hi! I absolutely love your platonic harbingers posts and was wondering if i could request yandere platonic harbingers with a very shy/quiet reader?

Yes ofc!! If you want anything more detailed, feel free to request for specific harbingers!!

Pierro thinks it is a good thing overall. If you were bold and outgoing then you’d be much more likely to want to be out and about where him or the others can’t constantly supervise you. Yes, having you willingly shy away from strangers makes his job much easier

Capitano is very overprotective. He has a sort of sixth sense as to when you’re feeling overwhelmed or someone is making you feel uncomfortable. People don’t normally have the luxury of being able to approach you or even be able to be around you at all, but they’re definitely not going to be getting any closer with Capitano lurking behind you

Columbina finds it ever so adorable!! She’s always looking for new ways to get cute little reactions out of you, whether it be sneaking up for a surprise hug or dedicating songs to you! Only she’s allowed to tease you about it though, anyone else that tries is bound to end up regretting it

Arlecchino let’s you rely on her. She knows from looking after the many children in her orphanage that enabling your behaviour will only make it worse, but she can’t help herself but to let you whisper to her what you want and speak for you. She can’t help but enable those behaviours that will lead you to becoming dependant on her

Dottore thinks you’re ever so fun to rile up. Finding out what things bother you and to what degree is quite a fun experiment for him. Of course, he’ll never take it too far… but coming to help you juuust before it’s too late always gets the best reactions from you and gives him an excuse to be as harsh as he wants to the ‘danger’

Signora wants to help you become more confident. She knows your worth, and she wants you to know it as well so she sometimes comes off a bit harsh with her words to you. But just know that it all comes from a genuine place in an effort to help you be the best you, and her words don’t hold the same biting chill as they do when speaking to those who even dare to look your way

Pantalone loves spoiling you constantly. The way you’re too modest to want to accept the gifts but also not assertive enough to reject them makes for a very interesting reaction. He can practically see the gears turning in your head, but is always very pleased when you accept it each time. Just be sure he’s the only one who’s gifts you take so earnestly

Sandrone wants to add you to her collection. She has a variety of puppets, big and small, tough and timid; but you’re so unique and well… you. She just has to have you. You’re so docile and sweet and follow along with her every command already, now she just needs to find a way to keep you by her side

Tartaglia’s older brother instincts constantly kick in around you. He just wants to spoil you and coddle you and make sure no harm can befall you. He’s ever so gentle with you, making sure never to displace a hair on your head, but anyone who even thinks about inconveniencing you will get some extra brutal treatment

[rpmemesbyarat]

If animals, real or imaginary, feature heavily in your story, give this a read. In fiction, carnivores are frequently depicted as incredibly vicious and as attacking every other living creature on sight, whereas herbivores are depicted as gentle, benign, and typically only hurt humans on accident if they panic, such as by rearing or stampeding. This is bullshit. Firstly, many herbivores are incredibly vicious and are in fact far more likely to attack a person just for being nearby. This especially goes for large herd ungulates like rhinos, hippos, Cape buffalo, and moose. All of these are highly aggressive to humans and in general. Bison are considerably more chill than their African cousins, but they still send tourists flying (sometimes to their graves) in Yellowstone due to people trying to get too close and treat them like a petting zoo. Deer, often imagined as the pinnacle of fearful and delicate, will typically choose flight over fight. . .but should they choose to fight, especially a male in rut or a female with a fawn, they can and will kill a human being. Even a rabbit will do its best to fuck someone up if they feel they are threatened. Remember, every animal will fight for its life with all its got, and to herbivores, EVERYTHING is a potential threat. If an animal they’re not familiar with as “safe” is nearby, they will assume it’s a threat. There are some prey animals that are surprisingly docile---videos I’ve seen of people interacting with a wild potoroo and a Bosavi wooly rat show them to be incredibly chill, and the quokka is famous for its lack of fear towards humans—but these are the exception, not the rule. Wild carnivores aren’t cute pets just waiting for the right special animal-loving protagonist to take them home, but they aren’t these constantly-aggressive, constantly-angry, constantly-ravenous monsters either that so much media makes out. They most certainly will hunt when they’re hungry, and in the rare instance they decide to make a meal of a human, that human is indeed fucked (it’s hilarious to me how many people think they could fight off a lion, tiger, etc.) but unless it’s truly starving and desperate* most of them are not going to make a point of pursuing a potential meal, human or otherwise, to the exclusion of all else. Especially not if there’s other options around. Why expend all these energy chasing after the protagonists if there’s literally anything else they could catch and eat instead? And why do so many of these monster-animals seem so interested in catching and killing the protagonists, but not in actually eating them; a ridiculous number of predators in fiction will straight-up leave the body of a person they JUST killed behind in order to catch another human. Why? This makes no sense, I don’t care if it’s a fictional animal like a dragon or manticore, it’s not conducive to survival. Unless this animal is MEANT to have an actual sentient grudge (which CAN happen, a man in Russia once shot a tiger and took its kill; the tiger waited for him in his cabin when he returned) do away with the Super Persistent Predator trope. Especially when it’s an animal like a great white shark, whose preferred prey not only isn’t humans, we’re actually downright nasty to them because we don’t have the fat content of the seals and sea lions they typically eat (most great white “attacks” are just them checking us out or mistaking us for a delicious sea mammal) There are exceptions to this rant, though most are small creatures. For instance, stoats do engage in “surplus killing” and stockpile the bodies, and shrews are very aggressive little predators due to having incredibly fast metabolisms that mean they basically have to eat all the time to stay alive. And, yes, there are some large ones; the tiger shark will eat anything, bull sharks are pretty bad to be around, and the polar bear has actively hunted humans when the opportunity presents itself. But as with the “super gentle chill wild herbivore that is basically domesticated” they are the exceptions. And I’m sure you know of other exceptions; the fact they are “exceptions” in the first place means it’s NOT the norm. If there’s a reason the animals in your story are hyper-aggressive and persistent to a point they seem almost consciously evil, that’s fine---genetically engineered that way, for instance---but have there be a REASON. It’s seldom the default in nature. Think of it this way: You’d fight a lot harder to save your life than you would to get a hamburger (unless saving your life required that hamburger). Consider that when you write real animals, and when you craft fictional ones.  (* Which admittedly most real life man-eaters are; most large mammals that turn to actively hunting humans have been sick, elderly, or injured in such a way they can’t pursue their normal prey. But in fiction, the animals that are absurdly focused on eating humans alone always seem in perfect health and are seldom revealed as otherwise, or even having a reason at all. It’s just presented as their default behavior. Which it is not. That’s the point of this rant.)

[ceruleancattail]

Hello, I apologize for the inconvenience, but I would like to make a request to Jamil, where in his overblot state he expelled the octanaville trio, Kalim, Grim but left the reader (or MC if you prefer) in scarabia because Jamil already had feelings for her, and took advantage of her overblot state to finally have her beloved diamond, with no one to get in the way (you can decide if you want Yandere or not, but I need to see Jamil be loved and adored by her diamond, maybe the MC doesn't even care much about that because he also has some feelings for Jamil)

Better

Overblot Jamil Viper x reader

Tw: yandere, suggestive, mentions of blood

The pressure of his gaze was stifling.

Weighing down on both of your shoulders, forcing them downwards. The fear struck you like the deadly claws of some horrid beast, sinking deep into your flesh, impaling your bones. Striking fear into the very crevices of your heart.

Sweat coated both of your hands, glistening away against your palms. Fracturing every glint of light left in the room, sending them everywhere in scattered, panicked rays.

Much like your frantic heartbeat, thumping ceaselessly against its cage of bone. Thundering in your ears, drowning out all coherent thought. The only things that managed to stay were animalistic instincts.

Run.

Hide.

Shivering, you raise your head. Making eye contact with Jamil. No…. Not Jamil. That… thing standing tall in front of you, towering over your quavering form. Covered with a black, tar like substance that spilled from every inch of his body. Waxing and waning right before your eyes, twisting into intricate, elaborate designs. Yet for all their delicate beauty, every single piece just felt like another blade, edge sinisterly sharp.

Sharp enough to pierce through flesh like paper.

Sharp enough to hurt both the opponent and the person who donned it.

What had Crowley said?

“Overblots drain the host’s energy. Sapping away at it, bit by bit.

Until they’re nothing but a shell of their former self.”

Lowering your gaze, your eyes flickered from the left and right. No sign of the companions who accompanied you on this reckless crusade. It was supposed to be simple. Expose Jamil’s plans, and everyone makes amends. Your life carries on.

Unfortunately, they’ve been flung out with a simple swipe of the enraged vice-house warden. Tossed aside like scraps of trash, like they didn’t even matter in the first place. Clutching at the fabric of your blazer, you mutter a silent prayer to whatever was looking out for you at that moment.

You managed to roll away just in the nick of time. As a regular, magic-less being, you weren’t too sure if you would have even survived from an impact that large. A quick look at the remains of that blow were enough to send a chill racing down your spine.

Cracked tiles, marble shattered into mere particles of dust, scattered throughout the breeze. Just to think, that would have been you.

“Hey.”

Jamil’s voice rung out, no longer that docile, gentle voice he used when you two worked in the kitchen together. It was horribly distorted, twisted into something that just oozed venom. He spat out his words, anger sizzling in every syllable.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Upon meeting those eyes of ebony, all you could muster were sobs, choked out of the very depths of your throat. Hands feebly reaching for where your companions once stood, if that would have brought them back.

A dark blur slammed into the ground right next to you. A shadowy snake, smashing into the floor right next to you. Sending up dust, grime and jagged fragments of what was once delicately painted floor tiles. Some impaled themselves into your palm, your arm. Jagged edges sinking deep into flesh, piercing everything that they could reach.

A growl, a deep, guttural sound. The sound of a territorial beast, sinking its jaws into what was his.

“Stop looking around. They’re gone.”

As quick as a viper’s strike, Jamil’s hand reached out for your face. Grabbing your chin with a single palm, nails digging deep into your skin. Wincing, you jerk backwards, if only in a last-ditch effort to escape his hold.

“Keep your eyes on me, instead.”

Jamil only holds on tighter, squeezing tighter. Your jaw stung, screeching out in burning, white hot pain. A sharp stench stabbed into your nostrils, the foul smell of metallic, scarlet blood. Beads of crimson blossomed on your skin, dripping down the curves of your face.

A forked tongue flickered, slipping out of his lips. Sliding across in one smooth motion. As if Jamil could taste your fear, and he was… relishing in it. A sadistic gleam sparked to life within his eyes, dancing around within like a flame, eager for more to burn.

“Red does look rather good on you. Perhaps you should adorn it more often.”

Something in his voice made you fairly sure that his statement wasn’t just a suggestion. The cold, firm way he delivered that line… it was an order. An order from the tyrant right in front of you.

You gulped silently, words spilling off your tongue in an attempt to snap Jamil out of… whatever twisted state he was in.

“Jamil, stop it. There’s still time, you still have a chance to change back. If this keeps up-“

Grip loosening, you hasten the pace of your speech, convinced your words were getting through to him. For the briefest of seconds, you allowed yourself to hope.

Only for that fleeting, delicate feeling to be crushed. The hand clutching at your cheek was shoved against your mouth, slamming it shut. Jamil’s eyes narrow, glaring daggers at your own.

“Shut up.”

You only got a shallow gulp of air before Jamil’s lips press against yours, his kiss hungry, greedy. Warmth surges through your mouth, his forked tongue flicking menacingly against yours. Hell, you could feel his fangs, those ivory daggers of white graze your lower lip, sharpened edges slipping into the plush of your lip.

Jamil kissed recklessly, drowning in endless waves of both passion and lust. Reaching for every inch you could possibly give, and tearing right past that limit. He took, took, and took, with little to no regard for how much you could give.

By the time he pulled away, there were tears pooling up at the very edge of your eyes. Your lungs ached, a dull sensation. Desperately heaving, sucking in one breath after another, to replace whatever Jamil saw fit to steal from you.

Breathlessly, you mutter.

“Let go of me, Jamil. This isn’t good… for the both of us.”

A low chuckle, before Jamil threw back his head. Laughing hysterically, his laughter echoing through the hallways of Scarabia. Each booming sound dripping with malice, dripping into your ears like acid, hissing and spitting.

“Oh, my dear.

I’ve never felt better.”

[valkyrielevitt]

Porphyria's Lover

Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: The simple act of killing is no longer sufficient for Tom to form a horcrux. As he attempts to sever his soul for the sixth time, he comes across a frustrating limitation.

Inspired by Robert Browning's poem of the same name.

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Tom is obsessed (and sort of in love) and bad!! He is bad in this!!! He murders the reader!!

The rain set early in tonight,

      The sullen wind was soon awake,

   It tore the elm-tops down for spite,

      and did its worst to vex the lake:

      I listened with heart fit to break.

From the armchair across the room Tom watched the glow of the fireplace with a faraway gaze. The flame had withered away to something small and pathetic, beckoning the shadows of the room to spill out from their corners.

In his hand his wand lay cool and docile, the slender point of it pressing a divot into the tip of his finger. The surface of it was speckled like bleached bone, chalky white like quicklime. 

   When glided in Porphyria; straight

      She shut the cold out and the storm,

   And kneeled and made the cheerless grate

      Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;

Snapped from his reverie by the sound of the old house door swinging open and shut again, Tom waited quietly as the sound of hurried feet grew closer. They came to a stop outside the dusty parlour room, and as the door swung open, the familiar cause was revealed to him.

His favourite. 

Soaked through to the skin and with cheeks whipped raw from the wind outside she looked an endearingly pitiful scene. It didn’t irritate Tom in the slightest. He had always been more lenient with her. More forgiving. 

A sigh of relief left her cold lips and silently she moved towards the hearth, kneeling beside the ashy grate to stoke the flames to a more triumphant height. The room must have been so cold, he thought, though he couldn’t feel a difference when the fire blazed once more. In fairness, he never felt much of anything these days. 

Standing again she began to remove her waterlogged coat, her gloves, her hat. Her white shirt was wet in places, and through a little translucent patch on her sleeve he could see the pulsing dark mark on the surface of her skin. It was practically carved into her flesh,a product of his crude administration. He had forced her to forgive him. It had been his very first attempt, he reasoned. 

      And, last, she sat down by my side

      And called me. When no voice replied,

   She put my arm about her waist,

      And made her smooth white shoulder bare,

   And all her yellow hair displaced,

       And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,

       And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,

‘Tom’ , his favourite’s voice cut through the quiet, but he acknowledged her only by meeting her gaze. It was rare for him to hear that name; he could only stand hearing it from her mouth, in her voice. It was the only way to make it sound palatable to him. 

At his silence she moves towards him, settling herself on his lap as she so often does when they’re alone. Faintly he acknowledges how the dampness of her clothes transfers to his as she presses tight against him, her fingers run across the front of his robes.

His first companion. His favourite.

Her fingers come up to open the buttons of her blouse, revealing an inch of chilled flesh with each unfastening. With one last tug of fabric, she reveals to him the serpentine locket pressing cold against her sternum. It is her most precious task to keep, and she had sworn to him that she would never take it off so long as she lived. He used to find himself jealous of that severed piece of his soul, mood soured by the knowledge it would always rest against her body no matter where she went.

   Murmuring how she loved me—she

      Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavor,

   To set its struggling passion free

      From pride, and vainer ties dissever,

      And give herself to me forever.

His fingers came to rest against her collar, smoothing over the chain of the locket, and hers went to brush a stray curl from his forehead. 

‘You’ve gone so pale, Tom’ she says quietly, but he knows that’s not all that’s changed. Her finger moves to brush over his brow, to trace the socket of one of his eyes. It’s hard for her to say for certain in the dim firelight, but she could almost swear that the brown of his iris had bled into a deep shade of red. 

   But passion sometimes would prevail,

      Nor could tonight’s gay feast restrain

   A sudden thought of one so pale

      For love of her, and all in vain:

      So, she was come through wind and rain.

   Be sure I looked up at her eyes

      Happy and proud; at last I knew

   Porphyria worshiped me: surprise

      Made my heart swell, and still it grew

      While I debated what to do.

He had noticed the changes himself, a product, he assumed, of his recent ventures into fracturing his soul. He knew that many thought his actions excessive, that one or two horcruxes should surely have been enough, but if she thought the same she never dared to mention it. 

The physical changes had been the first indication that he was pushing the limits of magic just a little bit further than the human body could suffer. With each severance of his soul it felt as if he was pushing against some great, impenetrable barrier, and as each horcrux was made, that barrier would give, just a little. 

But lately it had become harder. The push required greater effort. Sometimes the simple act of killing just wasn’t enough.

At first any murder had been sufficient to fragment his soul. The method and the victim carried very little significance in the success of the procedure, but now, as Tom prepared to sever his soul for the sixth time, he was met with resistance. He had tried three times already, killing two muggles and a half-blood but with little success. It had brought him to one conclusion: The simple act of killing just wasn’t enough, and for Tom, murder had become just that - a simple affair. 

His favourite leans forward. Cold lips meet, and her body goes pliant. 

   That moment she was mine, mine, fair,

      Perfectly pure and good: 

Tom knew what needed to be done. He kissed her again one last time, before pulling back, keeping her at arm’s length to admire her. To commit her to memory.

I found

   A thing to do, and all her hair

      In one long yellow string I wound

      Three times her little throat around,

   And strangled her.

She hardly moved as he wound her wet hair around her neck, and in her eyes he detected only a momentary lapse in her loyalty. 

How strange he thought, as he began to pull that devotion which had drawn him to her was the very thing that would get her killed.

As her twisted hair tightened like rope, she surged into motion. Her frostbitten fingers clawed at whatever they could reach: her neck, his hands, his face. She pushed his head weakly, as though suddenly, after all these years, she could not stand to look at him anymore. He couldn’t blame her, and as one final act of mercy he tugged her against him, slotting her face into the crook of his neck as he gave one last fierce tug of her hair.

 No pain felt she;

      I am quite sure she felt no pain.

Her body stills in his arms, and goes heavy. Inanimate. Soulless. Her leg slips from where it was kneeling astride him, the toe of her leather shoe hitting the floor with a dull thud. The noise is hollow, and she feels the same in his embrace. It is over.

   As a shut bud that holds a bee,

      I warily oped her lids: again

      Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.

   And I untightened next the tress

      About her neck; her cheek once more

   Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:

He kisses her cheek. It’s salty with the ghost of her final tears of resistance. Of heartbreak, perhaps, and he tries not to look too closely at the broken blood vessels bleeding blue across her face. 

Instead he takes her hair, combs it loose with his fingers and arranges it across her cheek. 

      I propped her head up as before

      Only, this time my shoulder bore

   Her head, which droops upon it still:

      The smiling rosy little head,

   So glad it has its utmost will,

      That all it scorned at once is fled,

      And I, its love, am gained instead!

Something foreign settles in Tom’s chest. An ache that causes him to pull the lifeless body closer against his side, that makes him pet her hair with shaking fingers. Traitorous fingers. 

He diagnoses the feeling as disgust. What sort of a death had he given her? For all her companionship and dedication, he had filthied her with this, a primitive muggle act of violence. He had granted his muggle victims the mercy of a more sophisticated death than this. It made his eyes burn and his throat constrict.

He had thought himself better than this. He knew her to be better than this.

   Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how

      Her darling one wish would be heard.

   And thus we sit together now,

      And all night long we have not stirred,

      And yet God has not said a word!

And once again Tom felt that barrier shift.

[wrathofrats]

Fuck it if we are on the forcefem train here’s my definitive opinions of every ghoul and if they’re forcefemable. This is slightly a joke and slightly serious but don’t take me seriously

Dew: extremely forcefemable. The blueprint of forcefem

Phantom: yeah but he’s a bit too into it to be ashamed

Rain: he’s femming himself and has pronouns so take that as you will

Mountain: yeah but he’s super whiny and docile about it

Cirrus: THE masc and yes she is and should be more often hi

Cumulus: no but she’s the abbey supplier of things needed for forcefem

Aurora: no she is princess

Swiss: no he’s way too into it and will put on a bra for fun to upset and fluster everyone around him. Swiss in lipstick… dear god help me

Older ghouls under cut!

Aether: ohhhh yeah. Especially the tits thing??? He won’t admit it but it gets to him

Sunshine: depends on her mood! But can be forcefemmed on certain days

Ifrit: YES AND SHOULD BE!!!!! HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE TITS HOLY FUCK

Ivy: yes and he’s so insanely shy about it, he gets unbelievably flustered

Zeph: no and won’t let you. Hates it.

Cowbell: no he would just do it himself to tease someone

Delta: slides in my ace delta hc

Mist: stone top mist my beloved but with like a select 1-2 ghouls… yeah … yeah she can be

Pebble: oh absolutely but if you say anything about it he will kill you. All I’m saying is with certain ghouls he can fucking absolutely be forcefemmed and is so bratty and awful about it

Alpha: oh fuck yeah you can. PLEASE FORCEFEM ALPHA HOLLLYYYY SHIT

Omega: na, not into it

River: he’s such a pretty feminine man he would just correct you on how to do it correctly so

Lake: isn’t ashamed at all by it he’s just here for a good time

Water: he’s super chill about it and doesn’t believe in the concept of gender

Earth: no he would just give a speech on how clothing doesn’t equal gender and he hates being sexist

Air: very much forcefemable someone get that geriatric in a dress

[cafecourage]

Have now seen the other post. I low-key wanna read the chain all being bunnies for a day.

- Glitter ✨

I’ll do bunny Headcanons for you just so you know what you’re getting into. I had to do a lot of research for this.

Time:

- Time is a Flemish Giant mainly because of them being on the bigger side of the scale. But also they’re apparently the oldest and calmest breed there is.

- I don’t think he is in a rush to be turned back. If anything he is going to just plop into your lap and stay there. He is an old man let him flop over and rest.

- He doesn’t get the zoomies sadly. The most you get from him is climbing on you or following you around because he wants pets. But he will go to take care of the others too.

- Time tends to be the one papping the others to calm down if they start up again. He doesn’t want to hurt them while in this situation but he doesnt want to overwhelm you.

- He is probably in the middle of the cuddle pile. He is the biggest rabbit of them all.

Twilight:

- Twilight being related to Time also is a Flemish Giant bun. Though I would think he is a bit more fluffy compared to Time.

- THIS MAN IS SO CONFUSED WITH THIS NEW FORM. Like seriously! He isn’t used to being this type of mammal! He feels a bit vulnerable as buns are prey animals and he was a wolf.

- He will have zoomies as he is going faster than as a wolf. Which is wild to his brain as both animal brains are competing. Twilight is probably more dog then bun still as he probably has chased his tail and looked like he was about to take off helicopter style.

- Twilight is probably on Wild and Hyrule duty as they 100% will wonder off and he is the only one that really can track as an animal.

- He is also going to be in a few cuddle piles. BUT MAN DOES THIS BOY LIKE PETS. Him and Wild are going to have a pile on your lap. AKA Twilight is going to lay on top of Wild to get him to stay still.

Warriors:

- It seems French Lops are the most “prized” for rabbits but I’m doing base research. They are normally sweet, calm and Intelligent which sounds a lot like our captain.

- Warriors is slightly weirded out that he is a bun. In the end he is just trying to watch over the younger ones. He doesn’t really mind it but he really hates the feeling of having dirt in his fur. It’s also nice to have his fur brushed out.

- The captain stomps a lot mainly because he wants some sort of order. He is huffing and puffing as shenanigans keep happening while he wants just some kind of peace. You just cant help but coo over how cute he is even while pouting.

- Warriors also wont start cuddle piles but will be dragged into it. Mostly by Wind. He does something similar to Twilight and lays on Wind sometimes just incase but the sailor doesn’t seem to mind.

- WHAT HE DOES LIKE IS BEING PICKED UP. Warriors doesn’t know why but he loves getting held and can’t help but melt into your arms.

Sky:

- I saw an English Lop and pointed screaming SKY. They are very calm and easy natured and very cute but I’m bias and think long ear rabbits are cute.

- Like Time, Sky bee lines to your lap. He wants you to be his pillow now. It’s revenge really. Sky is going to hinder your ability to figure out how to fix this because as soon as you sit down he is in your lap.

- Sky is also the one’s that keep everyone in the cuddle piles. Because he is a chonk boy he is basically a weighted blanket but smol(ish). He just wants everyone to calm down and enjoy the moment of not being in instant danger.

- He probably has gotten almost everyone here to cuddle. Since he doesn’t really have the zoomies due to him being a sluggish boy but also a more chill boy. He just wants cuddles.

- Sky doesn’t care about being picked up tbh. He doesn’t mind it but he really just wants you to sit and cuddle.

Legend:

- Dutch Rabbits visually look like the rabbits I’ve seen before. Given that Legend is angry about being a rabbit in the first place I think a Docile breed would make things worse.

- He is the only one that can talk still, so he is helping you figure out how to help them as you can’t hold the master sword as your not a hero and your trying to figure out how to use a moonstone.

- Legend doesn’t mind being a bun right now as he really just is used to it at this point. If anything he is trying to fill everyone in about how to be one and avoid getting distracted by you.

- This man doesn’t get zoomies anymore sadly but he is still the fastest of the bunch so he is partly crowd control for the younger and partly trying to get everyone to stay together.

- Legend will succumb to a cuddle or two or three. He is going to flop on Hyrule though.

Hyrule:

- The American Rabbit is apparently a rare breed of rabbit. Which Given Hyrule’s whole thing makes sense. Typically they are good-natured and calm.

- Hyrule is going to wander. Though not to far as he really doesn’t like that he is small and killable. But with Wild. Maybe. He does like the new perspective.

- HYRULE LOVES CUDDLES AND TO BE PICKED UP. He isn’t gonna ask for them as its clear that the others want cuddles from you but he will join any piles though.

- Zoomies are rare for Hyrule as he is a bit anxious. He really just doesn’t want to get lost in this situation. He will give chase if he wants to.

- Please brush his fur, he really likes it when you play with his hair as a normal person so it’s 10/10 as a bun.

Wild:

- Beveren Rabbit’s are highly energetic and curious apparently so perfect for Wild! I was going to make Hyrule this one but give its Wild I thought this would be better.

- Wild is the embodiment of though caution to the wind as he will go explore in this form. Hyrule might stop him but Twilight wasn’t going to let him get lost ether.

- He doesn’t mind getting into a cuddle pile but he definitely minds if SOMEONE flops on him. That being Twilight but if you wanted cuddled then thats no issue.

- Wild was made for Zoomies. He has a lot of energy and we know he wont stay still. He might start chases and play time but that isn’t much of an issue since Wind is always up for fun.

- Wild will also 100% try to eat stuff he isn’t suppose to so please stop him. Just scoop him up and bap him lightly.

Four:

- I pick this one on perpose as I wanted to know what was the smallest domestic rabbit. Which apparently is the Netherland Dwarf Rabbit. The only issue that I am reading is that they are high energy and a bit aggressive. Which given how many times Four is about to fist fight people I am going to wave my hand.

- You don’t understand how pissed this man is to still be the smallest bun around. But this just means he is fun sizes for cuddles! You can carry him around with one hand probably and now he has the advantage because you can do things with him!

- Four is also on watch duty for the ones that tend to be more rambunctious. He had automatically helps Warriors with Wind or Legend with Hyrule. He also is probably the most used to being this small because of being minish size. Though this is obviously a bit bigger I still argue once he gets his movement right he is on his A game.

- Four is a cuddle bug and will fall into temptation is any of the boys ask for cuddles. He ends up being squish though but it does feel like he is under a weighted blanket most of the time.

- The Zoomies wont take this guy that often. However he will begrudgingly give chase. It’s fine. He doesn’t want to run around the group chasing Wind but here he is. Zooming around.

Wind:

- This is another breed I looked up because I wanted a specific thing. Marsh Rabbits live semiaquatic lives and are really good swimmers!

- This boy is running into so many people as he wants to play. This boy is a ball of energy and will run circles around the camp. He has jump straight into the water a few times.

- Wind loves cuddle times and will take anyone’s offer to cuddle. Four, Warriors and Legend will be his target to bring into cuddles as it’s fun!

- He is also going to chase Four around for fun as the mini bun’s just want to have fun. So they will probably distract each other.

- Wind is just happy for things are more interesting than traveling to one town to the other. He really just wants to take advantage of this.

[forlorn-crows]

Waddles in late as hell

Hiiiiii

Might I ask for something cute with Mounty and Zephyr....Talking about puppy mount the other day drove me insane about them, and I'm hgngnfnfnn, it's your fault (/lh).

Messy excited puppy excited to show Zephyr his first kill by himself maybe?

I just love them....

Thank you 🥺🥺🥺🥺

-Void

happy birthday @divine-misfortune! i am very happy to present (ha, present) . . . THEM. i will not be apologizing for give you the brainrot

mountain's first hunt w/zeph. you know they gettin' cute and frisky with it

!!TW!! MURDER GHOUL CONTENT AHEAD. YE HAVE BEEN WARNED mentions of blood, guts, gore, etc.

Zephyr wouldn't have guessed Mountain would find hunting so natural. As gangly, long-limbed, and quiet as he is, his demeanor changes wholly and completely at the promise of sport. It was alluring to Zephyr, to see him change before their eyes in the dim of the forest, shirking his glamour to become something magnificent and eldritch. They had changed beside him, ruffling bright white feathers and stretching their talons. They breathed in tandem, reaching their senses into the forest to find their prey as they stumbled over roots to get away. 

It was no use, of course. Zephyr watched as Mountain took off, weaving through trees like second nature. Luring and teasing so the air ghoul could swoop in for the kill. 

They sit together now, propped up against one of the eldest trees in the forest, its trunk wide enough for them both to recline on. Enjoying the bloody fruits of their hellish labor. They both carry remnants of their true form still—feathers sticking out behind Zephyr’s ears, dense bark and moss clinging to Mountain’s elbows. Not quite glamoured, not quite unglamoured. 

The earth ghoul hasn’t said a word since the release of their captive. But he’s certainly been making plenty of noise: growling and snarling as the blood sprung from the mortal’s artery, huffing hot breath through his nose as he carried it to their dining spot, sighing and groaning contentedly as he sucks the flesh off the bones. 

It’s interesting, Zephyr thinks. But they don’t mind, and they don’t question. Lucifer knows how frenzied they had been their first time. It’s nice to enjoy company that’s rather docile.

Mountain turns to them, eyeing the wet organ in their hands. His eyes dart from their face down to their lap and back again, wide and expectant. 

Zephyr smiles. “Is there something you want?”

Mountain doesn’t answer. Instead, he shuffles closer to them, draping himself against their side and leaning his head onto their shoulder. Still pointedly staring at the meat in their hands.

The air ghoul shakes their head, amused. “Here. Let me feed you some.” Mountain perks up at that, nearly drooling as he watches Zephyr tear a piece off and hold it up. He darts out to capture it between his teeth, but they’re faster, pulling it just out of his reach. “Ah-ah,” they scold playfully. Mountain whines, ears pinning back. “Don’t give me that face, love, there’s no need to be greedy.” They reach out and lift Mountain’s chin with their free hand, cupping it gently, stroking his jaw with their thumb. 

His eyes flutter a bit. Zephyr smiles and presses the flesh to his lips. He licks it up eagerly, rumbling happily as the tang of it bursts on his tongue. 

The air ghoul presses their lips his before he can lick them clean, pressing into his mouth to taste. Mountain trills in surprise, but opens up easily. Groaning as they swipe against his teeth.

Zephyr sighs into his mouth. They lick some of the still-warm blood into their own and hum appreciatively, catching a drop of it off of Mountain’s lips and bringing it to theirs. 

"Tastes so sweet, pet. You did a splendid job, you know," they compliment. Mountain chuffs and gives an affectionate nuzzle to the side of their face.

"Who knew you'd be so . . ." they search for the right word, scratching at Mountain's scalp. His tail beats against the chilled ground. Zephyr chuckles. " . . . cute after a hunt. Big ol' beastie, aren't you?" 

Mountain sighs and melts against him, indulging in the feeling of Zephyr’s claws in his hair. It’s unfamiliar, this sated, almost simple feeling throughout his brain. But he finds he doesn’t mind it—it’s easier to lean into his more animalistic side, to forgo the complicated nature of a sentient, overly-cognizant mind as he goes back to stuffing his supernatural being into a mortal vessel. 

So he nods in agreement. “You really did a very good job, Mountain,” Zephyr praises. “Such a clever ghoul. Exciting to watch, too.”

Mountain whines at the compliments. “You like that I praise you, hm? Well, you certainly deserve it,” Zephyr continues. “And a brilliant pick of the litter. That sibling certainly had no place in our congregation. Could smell it a mile away, couldn’t you?” The earth ghoul’s tail thumps harder against the ground, too much like a puppy for his own liking. But Zephyr scratches his head and places a kiss between his horns, and suddenly whatever his tail is doing is none of his business. 

“Clever, clever thing you are. And to think I was granted the honor of sharing the first with you.” The air ghoul cradles Mountain’s face in their hands, admiring the blush spread across his freckled and blood-stained cheeks. He gazes back adoringly. Pleading for something, perhaps, a little more. 

“Would you indulge me, a little, in my desire to give you a reward?” They press close once more, kissing over Mountain’s eyelids once they fall shut. He gasps, mouth falling open as they continue to place kisses over his face, trailing down, down, down. The whimper Mountain lets out is needy, immediately desperate. 

Zephyr gives him a quick kiss, dragging their fangs over his bottom lip as they pull back. “Satanas, the taste of a kill on your mouth makes me want to ravish you,” they rasp. Mountain moans unbidden, grasping at their thick linen shirt as desire blooms in his belly. “Yes, I bet you’d like that,” Zephyr says, smoothing a hand down his chest. It earns them another moan and a huff of hot air across their face. “So responsive like this, pet.”

As if to punctuate their statement, Mountain grabs their wrist and guides their hand down to his crotch, pressing it against his chubbing cock. Now it’s Zephyr’s turn to groan. “Naughty thing,” they mutter. “Sit on my lap. Let me show you how much I enjoyed our night together.”

Well, Mountain doesn’t need to be told twice. 

[skyward-floored]

I was trying to figure out what sounds shoebills make yesterday because I figured, you know, loftwings probably make the same sounds, right? And I didn't find out a lot, but I did learn that they use their beaks to make a sound that apparently sounds "like a machine gun" and that they're extremely docile and quiet otherwise. Which has led me to the conclusion that loftwings are probably very chill 90% of the time but that other 10% of the time is spent terrorizing people because when they are loud, they are LOUD.

That sounds about right from what we see of loftwings in skyward sword, they seem to generally be pretty chill guys. The noise I always think of for loftwings is the noise Link’s makes when you do that little boost thing while you’re flying— it sounds like some kind of a raptor cry to me, but it’s hard to say. I do think them making falcon noises would be cool though, heh.

Taking the “mostly quiet but when they’re loud they’re LOUD” thing into account though, it must be some kind of miracle that Groose and his lot managed to lock up Link’s bird without the whole island hearing them XD

[dykevanny]

haz i know absolutely nothign about zeno rpg but ur zeno au has intrigued me and im curious about it,,, i saw smth abt like. meomory loss and being handcuffed together and ik they eat ppl but thats it 😭 explain the au if u want ig bc im interested and i think thye look so silly. also bc u put vanny n will in my brain and they wont leave im shooing them with a boom and they are not moving

OK LET ME GET THE INFODUMP<3

So ummm Zeno au<3 I’m really normal. Allow me to give a brief explanation of what Zeno is first You see, Zeno is a fictional disease sort of thing that makes people cannibals. Specifically an oneset is caused by traumatic events/extreme cases of unrequited love(specifically mostly familial) and the only cure is eating the flesh of someone else with Zeno.(not widely known.) It’s also transmittable through biting like zombies. there’s one specific facility with scientists dedicated to getting to the bottom of how to cure zeno, also housing ‘patients’ (or, people with zeno being used as lab rats). Now onto character lore.

So william and henry were good friends right. Yeah. Considering that they even have a small diner together. Well one day will got zeno (oh no!) and started slowly picking off kids going to the diner. He even accidentally attacked Charlie, who escaped in one piece luckily. Charlie went to the afton household to see if he was doing okay (because will’s like an uncle to her and all! And also what if everyone else got hurt?) only to find will ate them all oops. And yeah same happened to her, but since he transmitted zeno to Charlie he was cured! How convenient! The people in charge of the labs ended up roping him and henry into being scientists for them through shady shady means and well the two aren’t on good terms and avoid each other like the plague. Henry’s still sore over the ‘you ate my fucking daughter’ thing. Luckily he has his assistant/the archivist (tape girl) to keep him company. So Vanessa right! Crazzy I know. Nessa as we know comes from a broken family. In this specific au I’m mixing her backstory with the character who’s place she’s taking (hi kuro) so basically her parents. Neglect her. In favor of her younger sibling because she was born from her mom’s affair and blablabla… she grows up basically taking care of herself. Eventually she develops zeno and starts you know. Killing and eating random girls as you do. When one night she comes home and is confronted by her parents about this!! And well you can guess. What happens to them lol. She gets captured and taken to the zeno facility where she’s specifically studied/talked to by William! They’re funny bc nessa hasn’t had anyone willingly spend so much time around her and be so nice to her. Will … well she’s a specimen to him lol. Since being cured himself zeno has been a subject of interest to him, he’s thrown himself completely into his work (under the guise of feeling soooo guilty for his actions which henry can see right through) and well. He’s realized the consumption of human flesh has something to do with it, since eating Charlie cured him. So he’s been …. Robbing the morgue/killing people when needed to feed vanessa every time they meet. Which, she’s more docile when she’s not hungry so it kind of works but she’s not like cured you know. It has the side affect of her being hungry when it’s time for someone to chat with her though which was funny the one time henry had to go in will’s stead cause he offered her a granola bar and she was like 😐 ew.?? Anyways will has gotten her total trust because he also plays board games with her yay!! He’s the only one not enforcing the whole straightjacket-dog muzzle combo also so she’s like woah !! He sees me as another human unlike these other guys :DD (needless to say zeno patients are not treated very humanely.lol) there was also one time tape girl had to be a substitute for william but nothing of note happened they just kinda chilled and ness threatened her in a backhanded and mildly gay sort of way.as you do.

Anyway yeah so basically Henry’s been experimenting with treatment through amnesia and totally surely unrelated note at the actual start of the story, Will and Nessa wake up in a strange room with no clue who they are or how they got here, and have to navigate the now bloody and corpse-strewn facility while handcuffed together with nothing to guide them except each other and the only clue to their pasts is tampered resumes which effectively switch their backstories!! Nessa is under the impression that she’s the scientist (the whole cannibalism part was left out) and she thinks William is the serial murderer/cannibal. Which was funny cause she read her own resume like wow… I’m kind of a big deal huh :) and then read Will’s like ERM.OKAY… Will didn’t read either of the resumes. Also tape girl gave everyone code names and said code names were swapped on the resumes also! So ‘bonnie’(nessa) and ‘vanny’(will) are just kind of cluelessly walking around like damn this place is really… corpsey:) until henry starts showing up and trying to kill them (he contracted zeno big surprise) and also tape girl (assumed dead) shows up sometimes just to see how things are going. Lots of shenanigans and also murder ensue.

The game also has multiple endings so. sometimes nessa ends up killing william lol. Intestine jumprope…. … ……… Also side note.will found out it’s specifically zeno infected humans that need to be fed to patients to cure them but kinda. Didn’t cure nessa on purpose<3 because she’s sort of entirely dependent on him in this way and she’s kind of his only friend.the same way he’s her only friend……wacky wild!

Tape girl is having a fucking.day. Because henry mentioned he was going to do something but likeee. She didn’t expect to be caught in the crossfires of a HUGE MASS MURDER CANNIBAL EVENT.AS LIKE ONE OF THE 4 PEOPLE STILL ALIVE IN HERE,.. once he chilled out henry explained himself and she agreed to help out (she also decided to distribute some of her recorded notes.just for fun…after the two get separated for the first time ‘vanny’ listens to them and is like woah… i was a patient here⁉️ And bon was my unethical doctor⁉️⁉️ which is funny) but like. She is the only one NOT infected in here and would like to keep it that way so she’s having quite the time. Seeing vanessa walking around unrestrained keeps jumpscaring her LOL. Once ness’s zeno symptoms start returning well ofc will as the only one she’d encountered here who she cares about is the first target but tape girl nearly gets chomped too lol.

Zeno has an interesting affect on the subjects mood which is funny. Basically when an oneset happens and the person with zeno is running around eating people they’re in a crazed manic state which. Is really fun.will and nessa are wandering around handcufffed and he’s like uhh bonnie you okay cause her facial expressions.well they went from the example on the left to the one on the right.

It’s funny bc. The memory erasure actually technically did work… her symptoms only started returning bc she got bit LOL

Pre-the amnesia incident the other three’s interactions with vanessa were pretty.limited. Considering she’s theeee most dangerous patient. Will talks to her for like an hour daily but Henry only really knows her as ‘william’s mutt’ (he was especially not a fan when he found out will had been FEEDING HER HUMAN FLESH.) and tape girl is afraid of her but also. Kind of endeared from their two in person interactions. The second one in which vanessa tried to convince her to let her cannibalize her but hey she was very polite about it..!! Henry and tape girl are both shocked and stunned that she’s actually pretty chill when she’s not insane and eating people.

TL;DR

^these fuckheads are almost all cannibals and beating each other up forever

[llliiinnnaaa]

Reprisal | Chapter Six

coriolanus snow x gaul oc

summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

Thank you for reading, I hope you like it!

     Yellow eyes glare at the both of them from the small pool of murky water that barely conceals the creatures that’s already grown since Tawny had seen her hours ago. 

“Shit,” Snow mutters as she approaches beside him with a bucket of chopped up meat. 

“Yeah…if she gets a hold of anybody she’ll make them wish they’d died a lot sooner.” Tawny informs him. “I’ve named her Minerva .” 

He actually laughs. 

“She’s made with the same technology as my aunt’s snakes from the tenth games, so she actually doesn’t mind anyone who’s scent she’s gotten used to.” She opens the door of the enclosure, the lizard immediately coming out of the water toward her lazily. 

He tenses at the mention of those Games, those snakes...but he brushes it off as quickly as it occurs.

Snow takes steps forward, his brows furrowing as he sees the giant make her way to Dr. Crane. 

It’s hard to believe something so terrifying could be docile. 

But she is. 

Her ginormous head rests at Tawny’s feet, waiting patiently for the piece of meat she drops to her, taking a small step back when she does so. 

“She’s excellent at camouflage, can run up to twenty-one miles an hour — longer than short bursts like an alligator or a crocodile. She can swim up to twenty miles an hour…what else?” She thinks it over. 

“All I gave you was a case for an average sized carnivorous lizard.” He says, raising his brows. 

One of Livia’s failed cases. 

He has a feeling his wife might lay an egg at the fact he got Dr. Crane to not only retrace her failed steps, but that Dr. Crane made it extraordinary in every manner she could. 

“I took a few creative liberties.” She replies, tossing another piece of meat. “She’s grown three feet today, might I add. “If all goes well she’ll be fully grown at twenty feet.” 

Minerva’s teeth send a chill down Coriolanus’s spine. They look like a pattern between sharp, spiny teeth, and stout bulky teeth like that of a horse or a human. 

If she gets a hold of anyone, they’re not getting away. 

“Is the number twenty of any significance?” He asks, noticing her speed on land and in water and length are all twenty-something. 

“No, actually, that was all coincidental. But if the press asks you just tell them it was all planned out for the Twentieth Anniversary of the Games.” She shrugs, another shred of meat being swallowed whole by Minerva. 

“Also, might I add, I am the first one here at the Citadel who was able to successfully engineer and maintain blue blood in what would naturally be a red-blooded animal.” She adds, raising her brows proudly. “So, I need a raise for my trail-blazing bare minimalism.” 

She refers to what he’d mumbled earlier, thinking she hadn’t heard him but she had…

One last piece is thrown closer to the lizard’s pool and she goes after it quickly, startling Snow just slightly with her abrupt movement as Tawny exits the enclosure and locks the door back. 

“Dyess has been pestering me about the super-secret case I’ve been working on.” Tawny starts, removing her gloves and stepping to scrub at her hands. 

Her statement snatches any light from Coriolanus’ face.

“Is that so?” He asks her, hands balling into fists in his pockets. 

He wants to take her back to her office and rip open that gift from Gaul for her, show her the evidence that was found to prove her husband had screwed her last subject…he wants to watch her realize what he’d realized sooner, that Dyess Crane had no place here at the Citadel — no place in the Capitol — no place even in the Districts…

Instead, he plasters the amused smile he had prior to her mentioning her husband back on his face as she finishes and turns to him. 

“Can you see if it will be possible at all to go ahead and see if she’s actually capable of what she’s supposed to do, tomorrow?” She asks him as she steps to him. 

Usually they wait to determine if something is successful by the amount of days it’s maintained its health, and then the other part of determining its success is if it can do what it’s meant to. 

Things such as speed, aggression, resilience, are tested. 

There’s an estimate of what the creatures should be able to do, but Gamemakers actually test to see if those things translate in reality. 

He had already been thinking of expediting that process a few days earlier while she was feeding Minerva. 

Surely Dr. Gaul wouldn’t mind. 

She wanted her niece’s work to be featured in the Games as much as he did. 

“I’ll take it into consideration.” He tells her, raising his brows.

She grows closer to him, fingertips gently running along the top hem of his pants, as she replies, “Is there anything I can do to persuade that consideration in my favor?”

“ Perhaps .” Blue eyes study brown as he forces his hands to stay in his pockets. 

He can’t touch her, not here, not with anyone able to walk by and see them despite it being so late in the night. 

She drops her hand from him, becoming aware of her surroundings once more, flustered. 

“I have to go, now, honestly.” She clears her throat, moving a step back from him. 

“It is rather late, isn’t it?” He replies,, following after her as she walks to the door of the lab. 

“It is.” She nods. 

“Have your parents gone back home?” He asks her, next. 

“Nope.” She shakes her head. “They are putting in to stay until after the Games.” She adds it, dreadfully. “My mother is putting in to stay, that is…my dad can stay as long as he wants. Mom…” She trails off, growing tired just thinking about it. “I might just move into my office until they go back home.” 

“You can stay with me and Livia.” He offers, nearly stopping her heart. 

“Oh, I couldn’t. No, no, no.” She refuses immediately. “I can’t, Snow.”

“Why not?” He shrugs. “We’ve gotten plenty of room.” 

“You know why I can’t.” Tawny states, looking up at him as they walk beside one another. 

“Nothing would happen.” He tells her. “I think both of us can execute enough decorum not to…” He speaks quietly, trailing off, not speaking it plainly, “…while she’s present…”

Tawny hesitates. 

“Our place is much closer here, anyway. During the Games everyone will be working overtime, on call, back and forth, and you refuse to have Avoxes so you’ll be driving yourself.” 

“I can’t, Snow. I feel bad enough for it as it is. I can’t eat breakfast with the woman whose husband I…” She whispers it unable to finish, looking around them nervously. 

He always has a way of making murky decisions sound so inviting. 

“Your wife won’t like me staying with you.” She finally adds. 

“My wife’s not paying for the apartment.” He replies casually. 

“My husband won’t like me staying with you.” She says, next, hoping the emphasis will settle the matter. 

It doesn’t. 

“Does your husband like anything you do ?” He blurts, scoffing. “Because he certainly doesn’t like me .” 

“Dyess adores you.” She defends him, opening her office door to put her lab key back in her drawer. “I think he secretly wants to be like you.” 

Coriolanus wishes he was as clueless as her. 

Dyess hates him. 

He despises Snow’s closeness with Dr. Gaul, he despises how highly Tawny thinks of Coriolanus…her husband mainly spurns him for being six years younger than him, yet still so, so far ahead of him. 

Snow had been ahead of him since he started his apprenticeship his first year at the University. 

“What about you?” He asks her, watching as she puts the key away and closes her drawer. 

“I think Panem only needs one Coriolanus Snow.” She giggles, walking toward the door. “If either Dyess or I strived to be like you, it’d feel a little too crowded.” 

“I meant in terms of adoration.” He states, conveniently placed between her and the door. 

“What about it?” She knows what he’s asking, she just won’t give him the satisfaction of it. 

If she didn’t adore him, she wouldn’t do anything for him. 

He doesn’t speak a word, deciding he can wait as long as it takes for her to say it, and she huffs out a sigh, dramatically confessing, “You’re a very smart man, Mr. Snow. Panem is all the better with each and every new breath you take. When you run for President you will have my vote and every vote I’ll forge to ensure you’re elected. I greatly admire you, and worship the ground you walk on.” She rolls her eyes, waiting for him to move aside and let her go him. 

“ President you say?” He asks, opening the door for her to leave.

“I’m sure you’d love that idea.” She raises her brows. 

“My Grandma’am and Tigris used to talk about me becoming President one day, actually. ‘It will rain champagne when Coriolanus Snow is President’.” He quotes his grandmother, chuckling at the recollection. 

Presidency wasn’t a foreign thought to him. 

Tawny thinks about it. 

President Snow. 

He’s quite young for a President — all the former ones being at least in their mid forties when achieving it. 

But Coriolanus…she can see him doing it as soon as tomorrow, and being quite good at it…

Livia would be his First Lady…Tawny would just be his mistress. 

Her smile falls. 

“Well, if anyone can do it, you can.” She says to him as they get outside, the muggy summer air hot and heavy. “I’ll see you bright and early, Mr. President.” She salutes him as she steps backwards toward her car. 

“Be a little earlier than your shift, I want you to be there when we examine your case.” He tells her, seeing her try to keep her composure despite wanting to scream and run around shouting joyous proclamations. 

“See you then.” She agrees. 

As soon as she gets out of sight and into her car, shutting the door, she takes in a deep breath and screams at the top of her lungs, kicking her feet with excitement — feeling like a child 

She can’t wait to tell Dyess. 

     Livia is waiting patiently when Coriolanus arrives home, seated at the dinner table. 

“I’m sorry, darling, I had to look at Dr. Crane’s subject she’s been working on.” He kisses her, removing his coat and she offers to take it. 

He can see she’s already eaten, but he doesn’t mind. 

“Oh…even after our deadline yesterday?” She asks, dark blonde brows furrowing as she hang his coat up. 

“I gave her an extension.” He sighs out, sitting down. 

“That was very generous of you, dear.” She replies, hands resting on his broad shoulders. “You can be so sweet.” 

Her lips press to his neck, and he grins. 

“Can I eat my dinner first?” He asks her, turning to look at her, her sweet smile contagious as she shakes her head. “Very well.” He tosses his napkin to his plate, throwing her over her shoulder, her laughter filling the apartment as he carries her off to their bedroom. 

When it’s all done, he’s raking his hands over his face in the shower, Livia put to sleep in their bedroom. 

He’d gotten somewhat frustrated, though she would never know. 

She was dainty and sweet, full of ‘I love you’s and gentle kisses — even the more scandalous, sloppy kisses were sickeningly sweet. 

Not that she was boring, she wasn’t, she knew how to make him feel good. 

But he didn’t see stars, or lose himself in her, he didn’t have to bite into her skin to keep from giving her the satisfaction of hearing him enjoying her far too much, he didn’t have the urge to capture photos of her taking him, the sight too good not to. 

Livia would curse and sigh, but she was too proud to beg and whine, or cry, too much of a lady…

Perhaps Tawny had inherited the cruel and sadistic Gaul gene, after all. 

Only now he’s her only victim, too spoiled by her to hardly be satisfied with the intimate moments he had been more than pleased with from Livia for the last eight years.  

Once he’s out, he wraps the crisp white towel around his waist and steps to the bathroom vanity, wiping his hand across the foggy mirror, staring at himself. 

“What are you doing?” He whispers to the blue eyes staring at him in the mirror, the thought of Tigris knowing coming back to his mind. 

If she tells anyone, even a soul…

She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t betray him that way. They might not be close all that much anymore but she still loves him — and she likes Tawny, doesn’t she? 

She also likes Livia. 

Livia . 

She’ll be furious when she finds out he gave Tawny one of her failed cases to redo. 

She’ll be infuriated when she finds out it’s successful. 

Perhaps not, though.

Maybe she’ll see it as an accomplishment for the both of them — as Tawny’s success is Coriolanus’ in this instance. 

Tapping his finger tips on the marble countertop, he clenches his jaw for a split second and picks up his toothbrush. 

      There’s a buzz that carries the air of the Citadel today, the sun not even risen yet every Gamemaker is eagerly awaiting their final case to look at…their most anticipated. 

Whispers of Tawny Gaul’s subject had already spread like wildfire, Dr. Gaul having called everyone in early for an expedited review on a case that was already grappling through the deadline. 

“ It must be something if Gaul’s already calling for review and it hasn’t even hit the seven day maturity .”

“ I heard it was Snow who insisted on its review – he and Dr. Crane are partners in this, after all .” 

“ This is a waste of our time. She hasn’t had a successful case in almost a year… ”

It’s all whispered as they gather in the gallery of Dr. Gaul’s laboratory. 

Meanwhile, Tawny paces in her office, nausea biting at her stomach.

She hadn’t slept at all last night, unable to think of anything but letting her aunt down…letting Snow down. 

The weight on her shoulders was  heavier when she forced herself out of bed and trudged to ready herself, even more heavy as she arrived to work, and made her way up the daunting steps of the Citadel – the very place that might as well have “GAUL” inscribed in every square centimeter of it’s marbled structure. 

She decided if this failed, she was going to give up. 

The thought disgusted her, and made her heart cinch in her chest, but she refused to continue to embarrass herself or Volumnia. 

She started this to help make the Games grow to their greatest potential, having a good run the first few years of starting.

There was no point in staying in it if it was just as good – if not better – without her. 

Taking in a heavy breath, she glances at the clock on her wall...

“...Goodmorning,” “How are you?” “Goodmorning,” “I’m fine, thank you,” “Goodmorning,” It’s a back and forth as Coriolanus makes his way through the quickly growing crowd of Gamemakers and apprentices all showing up to see Tawny Crane’s work for themselves.

He had been more than pleased with it last night, first seeing the creature having nearly taken his breath away. 

He had no doubt that it would impress and be selected for the Games.

“Snow,” Hilarius Heavensbee’s voice catches him quickly, the two former classmates and now colleagues extending hands and cordial smiles to one another. 

“Heavensbee.” Snow replies in the same tone. 

Hilarius was his unofficial competition in a way – being paired with Dyess. 

So far the two of them had two out of three spots filled for the feature in the Games.

“Why do I have a feeling you’re about to win, as always?” Hilarius questions.

“Because I know what I’m doing.” Snow retorts. “As does my partner.” 

“Her track record surely shows it.” It’s meant as a joke, but falls completely flat, and he quickly realizes it upon the slight falter of Snow’s expression, his small upward grin falling, blue eyes twitching just slightly. 

“Her track record is eight consecutive years of innovation, and contribution. And one year of failures that happen to conveniently highlight your partner’s successes.” He replies in a friendly tone, despite his words dripping venom. 

A part of him wonders if Hilarius is aware of what Dyess has been doing. 

Hilarius merely keeps his small smile, shrugging his shoulders as he pipes, “My guy has two out of three. I’ll humbly keep it at that.” 

Coriolanus just gives a slight nod to his head, a brief hum leaving him, rolling his jaw and walking past Hilarius, stating, “We’ll see,” as he steps to find a seat, the lights flickering several times to signal they’re about to begin.

[bellysoupset]

OH MY GOD THAT WAS SOOO SOFT

loovveeddd the domestic leo and jon in this one. can never get enough of it!!! the tying his tie!! bring us dessert 😭😭😭 they’re already married no need to have a wedding😭😭😭😭😭

also leo. girl (gn). balloons??? he’s such a dumbass

jonah almost saying tummy instead of stomach is killing me lmaoo. also him him being so used to taking care of stubborn idiots that having a docile patient is weird 😭 you were so right when you named them the dumbasses 😭

JD MY BELOVED. she’s my favourite character actually. (followed by both jon and leo. they tied for second place <3) the sweetest little cat to ever exist. yes i’m saying this knowing that she’s a little prick. i adore her.

alsooo angie is so sweet😭. also wdym let’s go out?? you have a fever??? maybe chill and watch some tv??😭 she’s just like me fr.

and jonah being all nervous while being a really good brother to her and having a lil angie file in his head🥺🥺🥺

loved the little detail of them not having any hair ties btw🍄

They are SO MARRIED, but at the same time they're just in that engaged we're-about-to-get-married bliss, you know?

A little thing about Leo is that I think every single caretaking he knows, he learned with the Dumbasses. Because if we go before that, it was basically just him handling himself and no one else. So there are certain childish things, especially if he's thinking/dealing with someone younger than him, that slip through the cracks. All this to say: yes, balloons.

My friend irl has the cutest damn cat and JD is very inspired by that kitty cat! It is soooo cuddly and chill, but at the same time a bit of a prick who refuses to do anything we ask. Also, like JD, it still looks like a kitten even tho she's years old!

🍄, go REST when you're sick, the fuck you mean "she's just like me fr". Another dumbass

[wiltingwoes]

I do not have the energy to do serious threads (go figure im lame) so I’m gonna just info dump about the vistani culture w Beth instead because I love them.

• Vistani, a summarized version: To avoid cultural disrespect, we simply refer to them as traveling nomads or Romani (which is cutting it close already so that’s very loosely used), but you can obviously tell by the similarities to real ethnicities what they are based off of. The actual people they were based off of were the g.ypsies, but again, that’s frowned upon.

• They are commonly known to be fortune tellers, psychics blessed with divinity from birth (Mama Andreá), silversmiths, coppersmiths, haberdashers, cooks, weavers, musicians, entertainers, storytellers, toolmakers, and horse traders. Whatever coin they earn is usually shared amongst the settlement and friends within their circle. No one is left on an empty stomach or too cold on a winter’s night. This is why Beth still has her empathy and heroism intact — because she grew up with the knowledge on equality and family over anything else. These traits led to her permanent hedge knighthood.

• Vistani dress in bright cloths, bells, laces, jewelry, etc. While Beth prefers to always wear her knight armor due to her over-alertness, on the rare occasions she relaxes, she’ll wear duller colors of traditional garb. Bright colors don’t camouflage well and Beth never leaves her war-ridden mind, so relaxation and fashion always take second priority. Despite this, she will never forget her roots — so she can let loose when Barovia isn’t kicking her ass into the mud for the millionth time lmao

• Disagreement never results with violence. Usually, it’s through contests that end with reconciliatory singing, dancing, and storytelling. The Vistani are extremely laid back and chill. Beth hates needless violence, but kinda had no choice but to give in to her brutality as a Nosferatu that’s constantly hungry and takes on insane power when triggered. She’s verbally sharp and her intimidation (+5 which is hilarious because that’s even higher than some Strahd’s) crossed with charisma (+2) makes up for any physical assault, so she can stop quarrels before they begin because people are scared of her and not stupid enough to bark up that tree GFHFHGBB

• Quick to act when their lives or traditions are threatened, merciless when they believe they must be. On god. If you fuck w one Vistani, consider yourself damned at that point. These people travel in PACKS LIKE WOLVES. They can and will eternally curse your ass worse than a hag’s bite. They’re docile until fucked with, and then they hit so damn hard back — in numbers. Vistani can quickly become as lethal as armies. Think the court of miracles from the hunchback. Beth’s rage stems from how Noctus destroyed so many settlements and her own vardo, attacking mercilessly with the unbridled vengeance from every slain Vistani.

“ 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒! 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐕, 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄Á! 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄! 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄! 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄! 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄! “ [ In ref to her second fight against Noctus after her forcibly made her attack her party as a Nosferatu beast. ]

• Her theme is Bloody Tears from C.astlevania too just for that extra spice lol

• The Vistani don't worship any gods, but instead believe in something they call ‘Threads of Fate.’ They believe that all actions have reactions and that fate's wound its strings around everyone. They are firm believers in the spirits, divine, and superstitious.

• Some Vistani women are blessed with prescience. Of all the great Vistani fortune-tellers, none compares to Madam Eva. Her party is close to meeting Eva’s settlement and I’m excited lol but Mama Andreá was a born psychic and passed that knowledge down to Beth at a young age, who had a glimmer of her prescience due to genetics. Beth does have a tarot deck given to her from Cassandra she has yet to use to tell minor events occurring in the future, but her power is not nearly as precise as Eva/Andreá or Cass’ tarokka. She tends to stick to daily fortunes or simple spreads.

• A prescient Vistani can't see her own future or the future of another Vistani. It is the burden of the Vistani's great gift that their own fates can't be divined. rip to Cass and Beth reading each other’s futures but I don’t think they’d want that anyway considering how much they hate their own lives in the first place BGHFHVCVB

• Beth’s human side comes out when she’s doing Vistani related things. Cooking meats and soups, dancing and story telling around a fire, using her castanets, jingling bells, dressed in her traditional clothes, etc. This shows greatly as her mother verse with Annalize, because she ensures Anna lives the full Vistani experience that both mothers couldn’t experience themselves as it was ripped straight from them due to vampirism and war.

Beth retires from her wandering knighthood immediately to become a house wife at that point. She’s always cooking hearty meals for Anna and Cass, decorating the castle in beautiful fabrics and decor, dressing her daughter in the most lavished garb and jewelry, and teaches her all about the divine to pass down her knowledge from Mama Andreá. Beth eventually owns her own vardo and names it in respect of her own vardo (The Copper Carriage) , now The Crimson Carriage. She adopts a settlement of Vistani who survived the fogs and, just as any other settlement does, opens the doors to any weary traveler. Cass takes her myrmidon status back and the two no longer dress in armor, but the traditional garbs, not wanting to treat their daughter to violence and really bring up their past of relentless bloodshed (Anna would figure it out sooner or later anyway because Beth and Cass are basically figures of high importance with stories that were passed around Barovia of who they once were lmao) . but this all simply an ✨ AU happy ending for both of them ✨ that I created and who fucking knows what’ll ACTUALLY occur in game I just want these two to have a dAMN MOMENT OF CLARITY THEY DESERVE GOOD THINGS FOR ONCE

[snowcandyz]

Melancholy of The Forgotten Brother [Part 1]

Genre: Angst? Family Fluff?

Characters: Leviathan & Lucifer

Summary: Levi had always admired his eldest brother, but did Lucifer feel the same way? Inspired by OtakuFM Anime & Chill Episode 7’s Audio Drama.

TW: Self-deprecating talk

Levi had always admired the Morningstar, even back from the days when they used to be angels. He held Lucifer in high regard, and so did his other brothers.

Spending time watching Lucifer at work had made him even more motivated to work hard. Because after every tiring day at work, the Morningstar would always give him a small smile and tell him he did a great job as the General.

Levi aspired to be like his eldest brother one day.

Even when surrounded by every other angel equally respected like him, Lucifer still shined the most.

From the moment Levi was put under his care until this very day and time, never once had he witnessed the eldest making any blunder. Although the latter could be very annoying with his nagging, he knew Lucifer meant no harm.

He was only doing what was best for them, after all.

And that was one of the reasons why the brothers chose to fall alongside the Morningstar.

Levi felt happy back then. Surrounded by the warmth of his family, he truly felt appreciated.

But that was then…

Because now, Levi couldn’t remember the last time Lucifer had spent some time with him.

Considering they’re all demons who’d live for a long time, that’s pretty understandable, don’t you think? Except he really couldn’t recall the very last moment his brother willingly allocated some time to talk to him.

Lucifer is a very busy demon. Being the Vice President of the Student Council for RAD, and being the right-hand man for the future King of Devildom, of course, he got a lot on his hand.

And the other six brothers weren’t exactly someone who would sit quietly and act all docile and friendly either. They each have their own personalities and attitudes, which may cause trouble and chaos every now and then.

So, of course, Lucifer’s busy.

But he indeed wasn’t busy enough when he took Mammon out shopping because the second-born scored the highest for his exam in Calculus subject.

And he wasn’t busy enough when he took Beel out for dinner because the Avatar of Gluttony won ‘The Best Player of Century’ award in his Fangol game last weekend.

Lucifer managed to free some of his time to help Asmo pick out the best clothes and makeup for his unplanned and spontaneous rendezvous.

He also took three days off from his work to accompany Satan to the Human World because the latter accidentally set the wrong address for postage on his limited-edition books.

Lucifer even managed to spend 20 hours sitting on the couch with nothing to do because Belphie accidentally slept on his lap, making no effort whatsoever to push the youngest away in fear of waking him up from his nap after he complained of several sleepless nights because of the fever he had the other day.

Yet, why didn’t Lucifer spend time with Levi?

Perhaps Lucifer didn’t know how to make conversations with him?

After all, he’s not someone who plays video games like Mammon, Beel or Belphie.

And he wasn’t interested in comics or light novels like Satan.

He also didn’t search for Levi when the button on his jackets fell off or when he needed someone to help sew the torn fabric of his clothes like Asmo.

Yeah, Lucifer probably didn’t know what to talk about with this Avatar of Envy…

Although, there were some nights when the brothers were supposed to play board games together but Lucifer rejected their offer because he was ’too busy’.

And this slowly chewed on Levi’s self-esteem; because his eldest brother never wanted to spend time with him anymore.

Yeah… Why would someone as perfect as Lucifer want to spend time with a loser like him…

It wasn’t a lie to say that he always compared himself with the Avatar of Pride.

Because Levi knew he could never be as powerful as Lucifer…

He didn’t have Lucifer’s handsome face. He’s also not really admirable like the eldest. He wasn’t dependable like him. He wasn’t a strong demon either…

And hardly anyone ever turned to him for his help. Because he’s useless…

Levi is just nothing…

And he couldn’t shake the thoughts that his brother also thinks of him that way.

Because even now, he could only watch his brother’s back in sorrow after another invitation for a board game night was rejected by the latter.

Levi is truly alone.

| Masterlist |

[clever-fox-studios]

ALL DONE, TIME TO GUSH

We already talked about Synth, so let’s see her kids!

Aren’t they handsome?? Collectively they’re referred to as dracoraptors, for Project Draco, which is how they came to be. Each one, while from the same gene pool technically, has variations in their DNA that add or slightly modify a feature that gives each of them a unique task or ability. While not actually their children, mommy Synth loves all of her babies very much and they are deathly loyal to them and them alone.

First is the big boy, Jericho. The most colorful of the bunch, he works as the beta, taking orders directly from Synth to pass along. He’s incredibly intelligent, to the point of being nearly human-like with how he can interpret speech and intention. Like his mother, he rarely makes noise, but when he does it’s a chilling rattle as he shakes his spines and hisses. Of them, Jericho and Juniper suffered the worst damage to their bodies, Jericho nearly dying on the table due to his lungs collapsing; by the end, he was more robot than raptor, with his burned skin replaced with grafts that show the internal components that replaced his bones and organs. While reflecting Synth’s quiet persona, don’t mistake his idle nature for passiveness or being docile. The only reason he hasn’t done anything is because mom didn’t tell him to yet. Jericho is rarely very far away from his mother.

On the other hand, big girl Juniper takes the “you’re only alive because” part of their personality and made it “I’m not close enough”. The most aggressive of the Dracos, Juniper is all attitude and teeth, having her entire lower jaw replaced. She was harmed in a way similar to Jericho, hence their matching injuries and replacements, with her nearly starving in recovery due to the issues with swallowing. Because of this, she is food defensive and views almost everything smaller than her as food if it’s not family; while loyal, she will do what she can to kill first before mom says no. Before the incident, she was much calmer, and a bit vain of her fluff as her mods allowed her to camouflage by changing the color of her skin under the clear hairs. With much of it burned off, she’s very jealous of and picks on Micah and Zaxx who still have most of their fluff; Micah gets it the worst, as her texture was identical to his thus she’s very jealous of him. The spines on her head help compensate for her damaged eye by analyzing the light and color of her environment to control the color of her skin grafts to help her stay hidden. Remember, if she sees you, you very likely can’t see her; if you can, you’ve already lost the game.

Middle child Micah was the least damaged with Zaxx, most of his injuries being internal and burn related. He used to be a the friendliest of the dracoraptors, a people pleaser with a very puppy-like personality who loved being pet and playing, however after the incident he became cautious and suspicious of newcomers. After warming up, he’s still friendly, but earning that trust is difficult when one has to survive both Jericho and Juniper to even get near the little ones. A momma’s boy, he comes running to Synth when he’s alone and is the most vocal sibling, but will serve as a distraction using the same behaviors, leading some to think he’s actually manipulating his enemies from the get go. With a modified olfactory system, Micah has the keenest nose and can track anything for nearly 5 km; when doing so, he becomes more like was, focused and dedicated to his mission. Being the designated courier, Micah has incredible navigation skills, being able to recognize landmarks (and supposedly written signs), memorize pathways and even orient himself northward with a magnetically sensitive set of head quills. Despite being picked on by Juniper, she and the others are very protective of Micah, who shows the most mental distress from the incident, having been the only one up and walking but unable to help anyone. If he begins to cry, you can assume your retreat has been cut off and you’re being surrounded.

Baby girl Raja, mommy’s princess, is a shy one that never really liked interacting with others, even before the incident, unless it was her family. They worried for her recovery, as her injuries were nearly as life threatening as her bigger siblings’, losing her entire tail and receiving heavy spinal damage. While her recovery was possible, there was concern if she would ever be able to walk again, even with the prosthetic, but she pulled through and actually became more skilled and coordinated with her new tail, being able to traverse even the narrowest gaps like a cat. Being a non-confrontational raptor (until mom says so), Raja is content to play support. Having lost one of her hands, it was replaced with a kind of Swiss army tool kit she can use to solve puzzles with, often with Juniper whom she is very close to, shadowing her big sis most days. Juniper is extremely smart like her brother, but is more keen on problem solving than taking orders, and will bring Raja along to pick locks and open containers to amuse themselves.

Lastly, the smallest boy, Zaxx, who got off easy with a jaw injury and some burns. His personality shows almost no adverse affects from the incident, but he keeps busy by running around and playing in things he probably shouldn’t be. The fastest, Zaxx also runs courier, often with Micah, and is nimble, Raja taking after him once she recovered her ability to walk as he would reteach her how to jump and balance. Scouting is his preferred task, being small, light and incredibly fast, with the brain cells to match. He is easily bored of tedium and tends to chew, which is more problematic with his front teeth being industrial stainless steel now. If needed, Zaxx will be sent to chase and contain moving targets, his front teeth being on a spring release that embeds them deep into their target, giving him a painful, immovable bite rivaled only by Juniper’s vice of a face. To help protect himself and aid his given task of take down, Zaxx’s false teeth store a small dosage of the same neurotoxin present in his feathers, which are coated in an oil that causes numbness and mild paralysis or impairment when internalized. He spends time grooming himself to spread the oils, the extras of which are collected in the teeth; his siblings are all immune to his toxin and Synth is otherwise unaffected by it, meaning they can handle him without worry. While only truly dangerous in open wounds, some people have had an allergy-like reaction to him, but whether it’s the oil or his feathers is unknown. It’s speculated this is purposeful, as an itch will cause a desire to scratch which can open the skin and allow the oil in, causing the desired effect even if one wasn’t sporting and open wound. Notes have cited that accidentally ingesting the toxin can cause organ paralysis and failure but these claims are unverified. Unfortunately for most people, Zaxx enjoys being pet and will try to get it from anyone that seems available, as he’s not picky about company at all, only turning hostile when mom gives the order.

Thanks for reading! Hope this was fun for everyone because it certainly was for me <3