#this is such a long draft holy

[witless-winion1]

Do you think when Ody comes back, he is so immensely touch starved, like he is constantly walking around the palace fully wrapped around his family, climbing them, just fully around the palace staying as close as possible to them, asking Telecommunications to move back into the room w/ his wife and him so he can hold them both oh so tight so he can believe in his touch that they aren't going to be ripped from his arms, and he's back on a lil raft, alone, maybe even prays to hope like Hermes and Athena come over more often so he can hug them in thanks and like w/ how many friends lost, drags them into a cuddle pile on a surface of some sort (floor? Bed? IDK) so he can trust he isn't alone and those who helped him and those he loves are still there, passing out, and all they can hear is screams (begging for them to not leave please pleASE PLEASE) (I'm coming back for more once I have more ideas, but yeah)

why the hell did this take me so long to answer. Why have I been letting one of my precious few asks rot in the box. I am so sorry my fren, my brain saw the wall of text and activated both the EXCITEMENT and OVERWHELM buttons at the same time. But anyway. Yes.

Odysseus Absolutely clings to Penelope every chance he gets (and she does the same). Remember that comic with his empty throne while he just snuggles up with Penelope on her lap on her throne? I’m a big supporter of that. It’s canon.

He’s a bit more nervous about touching Telemachus, because he doesn’t know his son’s boundaries as well as he knows Penelope’s, but he learns pretty quickly that while is son is mostly unused to constant physical affection, he is very open to it.

In my mind, Telemachus doesn’t sleep with his parents unless it was a bad night for one of them (Tele and Pen suitor trauma, Ody…everything trauma), but they do frequently have cuddle piles in the evening, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they constantly fell asleep like that.

Also now that I’m considering it, I do think Telemachus moved his bedroom to directly down the hall from Penelope when he was a teenager to protect her, just in case. So he stays close even on regular nights. Though he does have to invest in earplugs.

Also, I LOVE the idea of him summoning Hermes and Athena purely to spend time with them.

When he prays to Athena, she’s there in a snap, and is initially rather confused. She’s not very used to physical affection or ‘cuddles’ (a term she does not use), but she finds she enjoys it more in her owl form. Although she refuses to participate in the “physical closeness sessions” when Hermes is there after the first time. She didn’t want him spilling to the rest of Olympus about how, in a sleepier owl form, she started arranging the blankets and pillows of the wedding bed into a nest around the edges of the bed. You know, to keep the chick (Telemachus) from falling off.

Hermes just laughs and dives into the bed, remarking that it’s somehow almost as soft as the ones on Mount Olympus! and playfully sits on Telemachus’ legs and says stuff to get Penelope to whack him with a pillow (or olive tree branch, depending on how bad it was). He also occasionally offers them moly. Odysseus always declines, but Penelope and Telemachus both tried it once out of curiosity.

Penelope then sat down and weaved a tapestry (magnificent enough to make Athena notice and ask about it later, leading to a very fun and intelligent conversation). She then fell asleep (passed out) at the loom when it was done. Odysseus carried her to bed, and she had no recollection of the night before or of weaving the tapestry.

When Telemachus tried moly, he just started mumbling about how he missed Argos. And then he stood up and started rambling about the legends Penelope had told him about Odysseus when he was a young boy. Odysseus nearly cries from both sentimentality and laughter at his son’s clumsy recollections.

But after a while, after some speculation with an old healer in the palace, Odysseus tried microdosing (am I using that word right?) moly in hope of helping with his nightmares, because of every night’s a repeat of “captain”, “but we’ll die”, “this life is amazing,” “waiting,” “get in the water,” “thunder bringer”, etc. He finds his dreams to be more chaotic, but less intense and traumatizing…? Like fever dreams? He decides to only use it on the worst nights, because he’d rather not see Polites and Eurylochus dressed up in winion and lotus-themed drag every night.

[misstrashchan]

The Little Prince and the Ever After

So it was confirmed a while ago that Oscar's allusion is the Little Prince, which many Oscar fans and Rosegarden shippers in particular where theorising back in V6, with Oscar's crush on Ruby Rose being proof that she was the Rose that the Little Prince loved and cared for. Both @conehatcryptid and @chaikachi have written wonderful posts about Oscar's allusion to the Little Prince here and here.

However, after V9 I'm inclined to think both Ruby and Oscar interchangeably play the roles of the Little Prince and the Rose, in much a similar way that Blake and Yang both interchangeably are the Beauty and the Beast (Blake's surname means beautiful woman, and she likes to read like Belle, but she is also the Beast who wishes to redeem themselves, and is a literal Beast as a faunus "black the beast descends from shadows". Yang is introduced as the "yellow beauty burns gold" and wishes for a life of adventure like Belle, but she is also the Beast, being left by their Beauty and having a fiery temper).

This is in part theorising/speculation, as V9 obvious main allusion is Alice in Wonderland, and the similarities I see maybe coincidental, since both stories deal with similiar themes. Both stories have a child that travels to strange lands to meet characters that represent the misgivings and absurdity of adult society and the pressure to conform to these as you grow up, and the confusion as to who you are and should be that follows.

Alice's journey to adulthood is a path that takes her from a confused child changing size and unaware of her true identity to an assertive girl scolding the immaturity of the Mad Hatter and ends with Alice being brave and confident enough to confront the Queen of Hearts.

The Little Prince's story is about the importance of reconnecting with your inner child as an adult/someone growing up.

"No! I will grow up, but I'll never forget about being a child!"

In V9, Ruby must grow into an adult like Alice does, but also reconnect with her inner child as she does so like in the Little Prince.

RWBY is known for its multilayered literary allusions, and Oscar, the Little Prince, does introduce us to the story The Girl Who Fell Through the World in V8, which is Remnant's version of Alice in Wonderland. Not to mention Ruby and Oscar's arcs are intentionally foiled, so maybe it's not coincidence. It's entirely possible with how V9 also appears to be following the story of the Little Prince too. While Ruby is in the Ever After she travels through the different acres like the planets the Little Prince visits, meeting similar characters.

She is confronted with the question "what are you" on an existential level:

Little: What's wrong?

Ruby: Have you seen other people- humans- like me?

Little: Exactly like you?

Ruby: No, not exactly like me. We're similar, but different.

The Little Prince:

"Good morning" he said courteously.

"Good morning--Good morning--Good morning," answered the echo.

"Who are you?" said the little prince.

"Who are you-- Who are you-- Who are you?" answered the echo.

"Be my friends. I am all alone."

"I am all alone-- all alone--- all alone" answered the echo.

She meets Little (as in "Little Prince" as well as "Little Red Riding Hood" and "Alice Liddell") who is meant to symbolize Ruby's inner child, as the Little Prince reminds us of the inner child we have forgotten as we grow up. Both Ruby and Little "die" in a sense as the Little Prince does, but ascend and come back.

In fact the whole way ascension is described in the Ever After is on par with how the Little Prince and the Snake describe how they will leave their body as an empty shell behind to go back home, being "called back" home to the Tree.

"It'll look as if I'm dead and that won't be true, this body is simply an empty shell, I can't take it with me"

Purple Paper Pleaser: Then, the wisest of our village suggested breaking from our physical forms, so that the winds may carry us back to the Tree.

...Which leads me to how the Curious Cat and Neo are both the Snake who convince Ruby/the Little Prince to "die".

We get Cats and Snakes being linked together early on in the first episode of v9:

Mouse Leader: You have our sincerest apologies! Please understand that our kind is a bit skeptical of cats… and snakes… and cats.

This stuck out to me considering this is foreshadowing of the Curious Cat being the main antagonist of the volume, but we don't ever see any snakes in the Ever After.

The Curious Cat's first appearance is akin to the one of the snake in the Little Prince movie (2015) of two eyes peering out at the Prince

The Snake is a character who speaks in constant riddles and is confident they have all the answers to life's mysteries, similar to how the CC knows so much but is incredibly cryptic in how they speak. The snake is also meant to represent the inevitability of death, and part of the CC purpose is to help the inhabitants of Ever After to ascend, which is a process of death and rebirth.

Curious Cat: Mmmm, when we break or wear out or simply finish what we were made to do, we’re called back. But Herb… his heart was too weak to listen, so I gave him a little bit of mine.

Blake: Is he… dead?

Curious Cat: (chuckles) No, no! Well, maybe a little bit, but not at all.

When it comes to Neo being the Snake, she manifests her illusions of the Jabberwalker to terrorise RWBYJ after killing it, the one being capable of dealing permanent death to Ever Afterans.

She's also the one who offers their "poison" to the Little Prince, (the tea made from the leaves of the Tree) which they accept.

Additionally the way the Curious Cat enters Neo is like that of a snake slithering inside her. Once the snake bites someone, they are described as becoming an "empty shell", and the CC is looking for an empty human vessel to possess, while Neo wants to destroy Ruby and make her feel empty.

Curious Cat: You’ve lost something most important, haven’t you? And now you have nothing left. How delightful! An empty host, perfect for me to fill.

Neo-Torchwick: You don't deserve to die Red! You deserve to be broken down... torn apart... wiped from existence.

And when the Little Prince believes their Rose has perished (Penny) or will perish (Oscar), because of them, they give themselves over to the Snake completely.

But, Neo and the CC also play into the Fox allusion as well. The Curious Cat's ability to give his heart and understand others is similar to the Fox's sentiment in the book, who tells the Little Prince the importance of taming, and of looking with the heart:

"Now here is my secret. It is very simple. It is only with one's heart that one can see rightly. What is essential, is invisible to the eye."

"Men have forgotten this basic truth. But you must not forget it. For what you have tamed, you become responsible forever. You are responsible for your rose..."

Curious Cat: I know, Your Majesty, it truly isn’t fair. You must play your game and win at any cost. It must hurt your heart. Let me help.

Curious Cat: But Herb... his heart was too weak to listen, so I gave him a little bit of mine.

He "tames" the Red Prince in managing to calm him down from executing RWBY to just exiling them.

He helps Herb to "see with the heart" when he becomes blind to how he has stagnated and forgotten his purpose in being overwhelmed by his work.

The Fox is meant to show us the importance of the patience and compassion that is needed to understand and connect with others, to reach out to them. This is part of the CC purpose in the Ever After in fixing those who are broken, but becomes the negative declination of this in becoming manipulative over time. (like him "taming" the Hawker to make him do his bidding)

Neo is like the Fox in that she dislikes hunters (huntsman and huntresses) and she has lost the person who has tamed her, who was "unique to her in all the world" with Torchwick. Part of what escalates Ruby's conflict with her is that she does not take the time to understand and empathize with her:

Ruby: Is that seriously what this is all about? You still blame me for what happened to Torchwick?!

Neo-Roman growls

Ruby: If you’re looking for an apology, you’ve wasted your time!

and much like the Fox points out here:

"One only understands the things that one tames... Men have no more time to understand anything"

And that it is only when Ruby takes the time to understand Neo towards the end that shows how she has started to grow, to understand the importance of looking with the heart, the very first step of "taming".

"You must be very patient. First you will sit down at a distance from me-like that- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye and say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstanding"

(...I believe this will continue on in Remnant with Mercury and later Cinder)

The idea of intertwined allusions of the Fox and Snake with the CC and Neo in V9 interests me. Because it makes me wonder if my theory/prediction on Emerald/Mercury both being the Fox to Oscar's Little Prince may not be entirely right, but that they will both be the Snake also. If they are it will likely be an inversion, with the Prince (Oscar, and maybe Ruby) helping the Fox (Emerald) realise the importance of "taming" (taming Mercury, specifically) while the Snake may play a more positive role in saving instead of killing.

After all, the baobab tree roots in the book are meant to consume and threaten to kill the rose if she is neglected too long, and while Ruby is consumed by the Tree in the Ever After that very much resembles the baobab, and she does "die" in a sense, the tree is a positive force that helps her to be reborn and grow into her true self. So, Emerald/Mercury could have a similar duality in alluding to the Fox and the Snake, capable of killing and saving the Little Prince.

@aspoonofsugar I think has mentioned Emerald's design resembling a snake puts me in mind of this, plus Mercury's main allusion being, well, the god Mercury, whose symbol is this:

A staff with wings and two snakes entwined around it. His emblem also features wings, and like a snake he technically has no legs (in a symbolic sense too, his lack of semblance and agency, the freedom to be his own person) Alchemically I believe the mercurial character is meant to shift between life and death also? So there is something there in how the Snake simultaneously saves and kills the Little Prince. (also this is me really really stretching here with my red string but. The Curious Cat. Like Mer-curius. Mercury. Both the Snake for Ruby and Oscar.)

Depending on your interpretation of the stories ending, the Little Prince ends up dead because of the Snake's bite, or the Snake genuinely helped him return home and be reunited with his Rose. Mercury/Hermes is said to be able to travel anywhere, any plane of existence without limitations, which has lead to theories of Mercury's semblance being flight or teleportation, which, well, in relation to the Snake aiding the Little Prince:

"I can carry you farther than any ship could take you," said the snake. He twined himself around the little prince's ankle, like a golden bracelet. "Whomever I touch, I send back to the earth from whence he came," the snake spoke again. "But you are innocent and true, and you come from a star . . ."

This is of course just me going off on another theory for funsies, but it would be interesting if Mercury was placed in between a choice of killing or saving the Little Prince and helping reunite him with his Rose. How Emerald and Mercury would save Oscar/help him and Ruby is unknowable. They could be save their life, help delay the merge, or just helping assure him of his own personhood and agency (this could be explored through how both Mercury and Oscar lack semblances relating to the "curses" placed on them in relation to their father figures), or something else entirely, but either way I'm pretty confident they'll have a significant role to play in the Vacuo arc.

I am aware most Rosegarden fans are mainly theorizing Tyrian as the Snake, (I've even seen some say Ruby is the Snake as well as the Rose, with a similar sentiment of the Snake being capable of saving/freeing the Little Prince, not killing him) especially since the first scene Oscar is introduced is him waking up from a nightmare following Tyrian being sent to capture Ruby Rose, as well as like, him being a venomous scorpion faunus present in the desert right now. But even that only makes me more certain in a way since Tyrian is meant to be Mercury's dark foil (and the antagonistic mercurius for Emerald/Mercury) accompanying him into the desert. So like, it Could Be Both.

Ruby also meets a King/Narcissist like in the Little Prince (the Red Prince). The Narcissist demands to be complimented and coddled, much like the Red Prince. The King is drawn wearing a crown too big for him (in the 2015 movie adaptation it is constantly crooked and threatening to slip off his head), similar to the Red Prince.

The King claims absolute authority, that what he says will happen if he orders it so. However this is untrue, as he will only order what will already happen. The Red Prince claims he always wins his games, but the board game he plays with RWBY is already in his favour as the pieces on their side throw the battle so he can claim victory. Both cheat and find loopholes in order to maintain their superiority over others. The King symbolizes rulers who make a big deal about the power they have, but who in actuality are pretty ineffective as rulers and will cheat and find loopholes to justify their power. It also mocks their grandiosity and showiness, which is kind of funny because they think they are way more important than they actually are, all of which fit with the Red Prince (...and with two other characters that were significant during the Atlas Arc *points at Ironwood and Cinder* even moreso after episode 3 of RWBY Beyond)

The Lamplighter, whose job on his tiny planet is to continuously light and snuff out the single lamp, but because the night and day cycle is so short he essentially never rests and is caught in this loop, always stuck working and nothing ever changing. Jaune as the Rusted Knight is stuck doing the same jobs everyday in a Sysiphus task of preventing the Paper Pleasers from ascending, and rests very little. He is also the Geographer, who maps out other planets but can never travel himself (because he is too busy drawing maps) and suggests to the Little Prince to visit Earth (the acres that Jaune maps out but has yet to properly explore because he can't leave the Paper Pleasers, is trying to find a way back to Remnant, their "Earth").

Another interpretation is the Lamplighter as the Caterpillar, who similarly has a neverending and thankless task of helping the Afterans ascend, and has stagnated as a result.

The Stars are not a character in the book perse, but they do come up a lot both in RWBY and in the Little Prince, especially when it comes to the theme of death and rebirth, and grief. In V9 in the Ever After we meet the Paper Pleasers (origami stars) that Jaune is desperately trying to stop from ascending, essentially keeping them trapped as he monitors them. There is a character in the Little Prince that obsessively monitors the stars and keeps them trapped, the Businessman. It is pointed out by the Little Prince that while the stars make him rich, the Businessman is of no real use to the stars.

In much the same way the Paper Pleasers do not need Jaune as much as he needs them to prove his own worth.

The climax of the Little Prince movie (2015) adaptation is the stars being freed from their entrapment, ascending into the sky, free from control, by the protagonist who is a young girl trying to break free of the expectations placed on her by adults as she grows up, is like one of the stars herself, rising into the sky.

The paper pleasers ascending, while initially seen as tragic, in actual fact allows them to grow and be more, and the Genial Gem that appears to once have been the Paper Pleaser called Ruby is the one who explains this process to WBYJ as they are worried about Ruby and how the process of ascension will affect her.

The Pilot is likely WBY, as for them Ruby is like a younger sibling to all of them who helps them reconnect with their inner child early on in the story, much like the Little Prince does for the Pilot. For Weiss, Ruby helps her connect with her inner warmth and heart. For Blake, she helps reignite her lost idealism. For Yang, she is her inner child to nuture, the one who lost her mother. The author Antoine Saint-Expury based the character of the Little Prince on his own younger brother who died, and that the Pilot as the narrator of the story is himself as an older sibling remembering and grieving for them. When WBY all watch Ruby drink the tea, it mirrors the scene where the Pilot watches the Little Prince give himself to the Snake, and is too late to intervene, particularly for Yang.

Their body disappears, and it is uncertain whether the Little Prince has died or found their way back home to their planet, and to their Rose. For Ruby, it is both. She dies and was reborn, literally reclaiming Crescent Rose and regaining her Rose emblem, she reunites with her Rose, her own sense of self. And in her ascension is able to come back to defeat the Curious Cat, and return home to Remnant with everyone. (coincidentally I think this is how Oscar's story will go, he will sacrifice himself to the Merge fully and "die" in a sense, momentarily, but return fully to himself later on, reuniting with both his sense of self and his Rose, Ruby Rose).

Oscar is also Ruby's Rose in a sense, someone she has tried to protect and care for. Even the pattern on the back of his outfit can be seen as the stem and thorns of a rose, like Ruby's hood can be seen as the petals of a rose. The Little Prince believes that if the Rose is left alone, then it will be his fault if they die:

“If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars, it is enough to make him happy just to look at the stars. He can say to himself, 'Somewhere, my flower is there...' But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened... And you think that is not important!"

"He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing."

When Ruby cuts down an illusion of Oscar, killing him, it is foreshadowing that Ruby is afraid she will not be able to save Oscar from his fate. This is the final breaking point for her (along with Little's death) that leads to her drinking the tea.

...But as much as I am a Rosegarden shipper, it's actually her mother Summer Rose and Ruby's identity that is the main "Rose" to her Little Prince in V9 that she becomes separated and united with, imo.

She learns that their Rose (Summer, and themselves) are not uniquely one of a kind, but "like any other common rose" the same as all the other hunters represented through their weapons in the Tree with the blacksmith. Like the Little Prince in the Rosegarden:

"Good morning" said the roses.

The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower. "Who are you?" he demanded, thunderstruck.

"We are roses" the roses said.

And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in the whole universe. And here were five thousand of them, all alike, in one single garden! ... Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower that was unique in all the world, and all I had was a common rose."

Not in the sense of being a SEW who believes they are the only one of their kind, but that like her mother Summer Rose, or any other huntress or huntsman that has lived (represented through the weapons she looks at, and her saying they all have the same weight to them) she is not perfect, or unique in always knowing the right thing to do and being a flawless shining hero. Ruby thought the ideal of the hero Summer Rose she carried and tried to emulate was unique and special, what made her "rich" in the sense it defined her self worth, but she was a "common rose", a person, a human being, just like Ruby. Being like any other common rose means Summer is much like Ruby herself, just a person trying their best, with their own flaws and burdens to carry. Ruby leaves the Rose behind initially (gives up her Rose emblem that Summer left her, rejects Crescent Rose) and the pedestal she puts her on shatters, becoming disillusioned with Summer like the Little Prince does with his Rose, specifically after finding out that they lied.

Ruby: What? What was that? She… She lied. She left with Raven. Why would she…?

Blacksmith: Who knows why people keep the secrets they do. Maybe you’re not the only one who has felt the weight of other’s expectations. Like Alyx, like your mother.

What makes Summer unique to Ruby is not her being an ideal hero, but the love she had for her as a mother, and that in of itself is incredibly beautiful and powerful, because it helps her realise and affirm her self worth.

Summer: (voice) I love you…

Ruby turns to see the red glowing light behind her.

Summer: (voice) Just the way you are.

"Of course I love you," the rose said to him. "If you were not aware of it, it was my fault"

Much like the Little Prince learning and understanding that his Rose is unique to him, not because she is one of a kind, but because of their time shared together, loving and caring for one another. That it is our ties to people that makes us special and unique in the world, to the people we are connected to and choose to care for, more than any power or titles do. Which goes back to the source of Ruby's power as a Silver Eyed Warrior, her love and compassion of those around her. The true power of humanity.

[baeshijima]

ever since the 5.2 trailer this is all ive been able to think about

once again, the genshin pokemon au thoughts are running wild

excuse the mega long rant in tags bc i geeked out perhaps a lil too much abt pkmn au but ourghghg.... we do not talk abt how i spent at least an hour writing all this out....

[notalberich]

neuvillette & reader modern!au

two hands slammed on the grand desk neuvillette worked on. slowly, he looked up from his papers and set his pen down. “It’s a wonder how the mesulines allow you to enter and leave my office so freely.”

you interrupt anything else he might have said afterwards. you pull your phone out excitedly. “I figured it out!”

neuvillette coughed into the fist of his hand. “im not sure what you’re talking about.”

you raise a brow and kept pointing aggressively at your phone, showing him the screen.

the vibrant golden tails of the characters caught his eye. but he’s still lost.

“cmon monsieur. c’est une siren. A mermaid!!” You emphasized, hoping you’d get the point across.

“Yes? What about them?”

“you! I connected the dots!!”

“you… connected what dots exactly?”

you ignored his question and started playing a video on your phone. H2O Just Add Water’s theme song started playing. “It’s so you, monsieur.”

neuvillette pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. “I can assure you I am not a mermaid or siren of any kind.”

“oh yeah?” You pull out an open water bottle and challenged him. “Then touch this water.”

“……what ever for.” But he did anyway.

“is it working?”

crickets. Neuvillette looked at you unimpressed. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re testing.”

“aur naur. The condensation isn’t working”

[ember-owlet]

Do you think maybe you could possibly do Howl Jenkins Pendragon caregiver head canons?? Or maybe a little fic about little reader playing with his hair? Or sort of reacting to his blue hair?

-M💚

a/c: i absolutely can!! since you've sent me a request before i made the reader gender-neutral, but please let me know the next time you request if you have a certain preference in mind dear (/nf /nm) thank you for your request M! i hope you enjoy the rather short fic ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dynamic: cg! howl jenkins pendragon x gn!regressor! reader

reader is referred to as: sweetheart, little one, starlight

content warning: none ᡣ𐭩

((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

"sweetheart, what are you doing up there?" howl grasped under your arms, bringing you down with ease to face him. howl neglected to mention such a drastic change in appearance, the stark contrast of the raven-black hair brought your hands out in a grasping motion. the wizard smirked at the wide-eyed expression that left a twinkle in your eyes as he moved to place you on his bed. "oh! so you've noticed." he states, brushing his slender fingers through his hair till the natural color shone against the light like a smooth river rock.

"papa pretty..." you remarked in awe. despite the menagerie of items that sparkled around the room, your caregiver's new look was the only thing that had your attention. your body began to wiggle in a happy rhythm, not being able to contain your immediate approval.

"thank you little one, papa likes it too." howl turned his head to gaze into the reflection of an ornate golden mirror that sat angled on its side. he gasped at how out of place everything was; the way each strand intertwined with another in a maze of its own, and with the dark contrast of his hair it made even the smallest specks of dust that fell all the more apparent.

sophie and markl were out having an adventure of their own, and howl had completely lost track of time spending it with you. and, with the day nearly coming to a close the two of them were probably expecting supper already being fixed and awaiting their return.

howl groaned, dramatically flattening his palm towards his face and slumping backward to the possible scolding the two of you would face from sophie for slacking off the entire day. through the gaps of his fingers, he could see you staring at him and giggling, the ever-flamboyant outbursts from howl never ceased to make you laugh.

"oh? that's funny, is it? well, luckily for you your papa is going to fix this with a flick of his wrist." he waved you over, palms facing toward him. as soon as you hobbled over to his side he picked you up. one endearing trait of your caregiver being gifted in magic was no matter your size it was rather easy for him to lift you off your feet.

howl quickly conducted the kitchen into order, and, despite calcifer's whining, whipped up four steaming plates of food fresh off of the skillet. you clapped to the finished product, a sparkle in your eyes as your stomach rumbled to the delicious, savory fragrance.

the familiar ping on the dial filled you with excitement, the familiar figures of markl and sophie entering that rushed you into their embrace, with howl quickly accompanying your side. "welcome home!" you echo alongside your papa's greeting. the sudden sounds of your rumbling stomachs cause an uproar of laughter. "well, what are we waiting for? the food will get cold."

sophie entered with humble steps, breathing in the warm aroma surrounding her senses. "my, it seems the two of you were busy today." howl held your hand to assist you up the steps, the two of you sharing a mischievous glance. "busier than ever. don't know what i'd do without my little starlight."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m so . excited to write kitsune!geto and merman!sugu and wolf/hunter!sugu you have nooo idea

[bunkernine]

Here's why Leo was the main protagonist of HoO:

First of all to be a Riordan protagonist u have to be a bit of a loser. Percy sucks in school and Lester definitely sucked at like everything, Magnus died so major L, and actually Sadie and Carter were kinda epic but u know what they're losers at heart so Leo being the protag makes sense for HoO. Secondly u have to have the letter E in ur name, Percy Lester Carter Sadie and i know what ur saying, what about Magnus but don't worry the e is silent (but we can use Freyson lol) Then thirdly u gotta have a cool ass mom to think about: Sally, Leto, Natalie, Ruby, and obviously Esperanza. And another requirement is to have some kind of snarky or sarcastic or sardonic or teen edgy way of speaking/thinking, which is self explanatory but there's an extra bonus if the character is insecure! Finally, the last clue for being a protag is to be funny. Percy was funny for sure. Magnus was definitely funny. Carter and Sadie were cute n whatever. Lester was the joke. And Leo... Ok I guess u got me there 😕

[oftenlyshitposting]

wolfwren vampire/werewolf au | mini fic

sabine, as a juvenile vampire, used to wonder what it was like to interact with other supernaturals. back at the stonewalled confinements of the wren bastion, sabine is more used to briefly interacting with other vampires; mostly the staffs or other members of clan wren, distant relatives and whatsoever.

occasionally, a band of merlin would visit the bastion, bringing vials of potions and elixirs to supply the majik ritualists or to perform some kind of blood majik ritual that the clan wren has always done. but, merlins are typically still human. they've just been blessed and often transformed through their majiks into in-between creatures.

sabine always wonder what it'd be like to meet other actual supernaturals; something that she and tristan used to wonder about together. tristan had always wanted to meet the elusive woodland elves, he's fascinated by their connection to nature and how nature appear to follow their will.

personally, sabine wonders about werewolves.

sabine knows that despite being civil with each other, werewolves and vampires aren't exactly the best of kins amongst supernaturals. werewolves are much more tribal and nomadic than vampires; they also often does not regard blood lineage, unlike vampires who must stay pure in order to keep their full vampirical blood majik powers.

sabine often envy that; to not be so tied to blood lineage and to not be demanded to bore full-blooded borns to be considered as a someone. the downfall of living in the wren bastion was that everyone knows she is the humanborn vampire; the disgrace of clan wren and house vizsla.

that was decades ago, sabine fled the bastion so many years ago to live far, far away from them.

now, sabine wonders less and less about interacting with werewolves; borderline regretting everything.

for the past few weeks, sabine has been travelling with this... enigmatically annoying rogue werewolf; shin hati. the rogue werewolf had stormed into her cottage one rainy night, in her true form nonetheless. if her materialising in her living area didn't baffle sabine, the sudden barrage of hunters arriving certainly did.

the werewolf had been chased by these suspiciously strong hunters, only managed to maim half of their party. sabine had to reluctantly aid the wolf at fighting them off because if she didn't, the hunters would've slain her and eventually came to slaughter sabine too.

six hunters came, and five of them were slaughtered by the wolf's and sabine's claws as the monster within sabine fed from their dying carcass. one of them miraculously managed to escape with half of his limbs still in tact to his body. sabine's cottage was a mess, and so was the wolf's true form. the first thing sabine instantly noticed was the scent of rotting flesh under the wolf's thick mane, and the black spreading under her skin. she'd been poisoned with a type of lichen; the slow and painful kind.

"wolf, you need to return to your human form," sabine commanded, earning a glare from the injured shifter in front of her. sabine held her head high against the werewolf. "you are injured. i can help."

the wolf's voice was gruff and harsh as she coughs out blood, "i do not need your help, bloodsucker."

sabine rolled her eyes, ignoring the insult as she went to her cabinet to grab her healing vials and a long iron rod which she tossed into her fireplace. with her back facing the wolf, she then spoke, "you've been poisoned with lichen. it will rot your flesh before you see the first light of dawn." sabine turns, her gaze sharp and serious. "unless you let me help you."

the wolf's glare was unyielding and unbroken, and in the dim of the stormy night with only her fireplace lighting up her cottage, sabine almost felt fear from looking into the wolf's vermilion eyes. her glare was broken when the wolf winced in agony, and sabine's eyes shift to her wound to see that it's beginning to rot further.

"wolf, come on," sabine almost pleaded, unsettled by the scent of rotting flesh, "you're dying. let me help you. you won't be indebted."

sabine watches as the wolf appeared to waver and argue with herself. she finally relented, shifting slowly back to her human form. sabine watch as her fur began to shrink, and pale ivory skin of a human replaces it, along with her height shrinking to that of a human posture. werewolf transformations are something sabine had never seen before, let alone one from a true wolf.

the wolf is now a regular human, a woman who looked physically around sabine's age. bone-white textured hair falls short just above her broad yet slender shoulder, her skin pale from the injury if sabine had to guess. she's taller than sabine, slightly. she looks... young.

the wolf spoke, voice less gruff, but still harsh, "make it quick."

sabine instructed the wolf to sit next to the fireplace. with a more proper lighting, sabine can now assess the injury. the main injury comes from some kind of stab wound on her shoulder, which was where the lichen poison spread from. the flesh in the stab wound is rotting beyond repair, and sabine already knew she had to cauterize it to prevent the poison from spreading further. she grabs the iron rod, the metal end burns in an angry glowering orange.

"i'll need to burn the lichen from your flesh," sabine carefully says, furthermore warning the wolf, "this will be painful."

"just do it."

sabine nodded, sprinkling a black ash powder on the burning metal, before pressing the searing iron into the wolf's flesh. the wolf's eyes bolted into a rabid glare as she let out a bloodcurling howl of agony, skin and flesh sizzling. the wolf's eyes then shuts tightly as her face contorts miserably, teeth gritting and a restrained groan slips past. sabine knows the lichen is slowly burned out, and just as she knows its all gone from the wolf's skin and flesh, she pulls the now cooling rod away from the shapeshifter's wound.

the wolf's body seized violently, a sheen of sweat covering her skin. her breaths are laboured, borderline heaving. sabine worked quickly, spreading a mix of herbs to counter the poison, then dabbing a cloth with a healing ointment from a green vial and covers the wound with the cloth. she grabs another vial, uncorking it and brings it to the wolf's pale lips.

"drink," sabine gently instructed, her voice barely above a whisper as she guides the vial's rim to the wolf's mouth. she carefully tilts the vial to allow the contents to pour into the wolf's mouth and down her throat. sabine was meticulous to support the wolf's head as to not choke her as she drinks in the potion.

the wolf coughs, "it tastes like a goblin's fresh shit."

sabine huffs a brief amused snort, but didn't comment on it. she went to grab a thread and needle, briefly sanitising the needle over the fire. she began stitching the wolf's wound close, making sure she works quickly to spare the wolf from further pain. the wolf grimaces as sabine stitches her, breathing in sporadic sharp breaths.

"breathe slowly, wolf." sabine places a palm against the wolf's bare chest, right on where her heart is. she finishes stitching the wound, putting away the needle.

the wolf's eyes found sabine's, and now that she isn't in her wolf form, sabine finally noticed the wolf's human eye colour. they were the same shade as the ocean under her cliff; brilliant greenish blue, captivating and hauntingly serene. at that moment, sabine knew she could drown and get herself lost in this rogue werewolf's eyes the same way she always gets lost gazing into the ocean.

sabine didn't even realise her palm was still firmly placed on the wolf's chest, until the wolf's hand grabbed hers. their eyes broke away from each others', and sabine instantly withdrew her hand, mildly flustered now that the vampire realised that the wolf's upper body is mostly naked. to hide her flushed cheeks, sabine opts to grab a loose shirt and a blanket from her room. the wolf's eyes are continuously fixed on sabine's retreating form.

"here, put this on," sabine hands the shapeshifter the tan coloured shirt, eyes averting from her naked figure.

the wolf tilts her head, coupled with a faint smirk, somewhat teasing. "you do not enjoy looking at a naked woman?"

sabine groans softly. "just put it on, will you? you might get cold."

the wolf, to sabine's mild peeve, laughed somewhat mockingly. "never met a prudish vampire before. aren't the lot of you seductive?"

sabine scoffs, but decided to return the wolf's humour. "all i'm hearing is you think vampires are irresistible."

the wolf's face soured, scowling in a manner sabine dared to guess into disgust. she puts on the shirt, finally covering her naked chest and her wound. sabine sighs curtly in relief, no longer having to dart her eyes around to avoid looking at the other woman's chest.

"so, wolf–"

"i have a name, you know," the wolf interrupted, her tone amusingly flat.

"i didn't hear you mention it."

the wolf shrugs. "my name is shin. shin hati."

shin. sabine thinks the name suits her, and having a name to assign such a memorable face definitely helps her mental records better. she smiles, "you can call me sabine."

shin tilts her head, curious. her pale brows dip to a furrow. "i had assumed you were a member of one of the large houses."

sabine dreaded this, but chose to play it off. she crosses her arms in front of her, questioning. "now, what makes you say so?"

"you carry a regal energy within you. i can tell."

"good to know you smell aristocracy in me," sabine sarcastically jeered, rolling her eyes.

shin threw her an unimpressed look. "you are not as funny as you think." she then admits, "you are confusing. i smell human blood in you, but you are certainly of a large house. what are you? a kryze?"

"no. but, you're right about the human part."

shin's eyes widen, only for a fraction of a second, but it wasn't quick enough that sabine would miss it. "you were turned?"

sabine deadpans. "quite nosy, aren't you?" when shin stays static, the vampire shrugs it off, not really in the mood to tell her whole background. "yes, i was turned. i was humanborn, my father was human, while my mother was a countess."

"a countess? so you are a highborn."

the vampire shrugs, starting to grow uncomfortable. sabine opts to get up from her seat by the fireplace, grabbing a bottle of wine from her cabinet. she takes only one cup, unsure if shin wants to drink. she still feels shin's eyes on her back as she pours her wine.

"you smell like a vizsla. i met some of them a few moons ago, they have a very distinctive smell." shin's tone is mocking as she mentions house vizsla, but sabine can hear her figuring out the pieces slowly. "you belong to clan wren."

sabine sighs into her cup as shin delivers the final culmination of her thoughts. this was one of the reasons why sabine often avoids meeting with supernaturals despite her personal want to interact with them. the wren blood is still so strong within her, that supernaturals can still sense it even if she hasn't even tapped into her lineage's powers for years. sabine nods meekly, not bothered to deny shin's allegation.

"i was. not anymore."

shin's eyes flashed with something briefly. "how long have you been living here?"

"a few decades," sabine replied curtly, frowning in confusion, "why?"

"well, one hunter escaped," shin stated, in a matter-of-fact manner, as she drew her knee close to her body and leans one of her arms over, "and i am willing to bet my head, he will return with a larger band for retribution."

"whose fault was that?" sabine retorted, annoyed.

"i know, wren, not the point." shin's tone was bitter as she hissed out sabine's clan, not appreciating sabine's attitude. "i am going to leave by sun up. my travel is due north. i suggest you to leave this place as well by tomorrow eve."

sabine sighed, knowing that fact already from the moment they slaughtered the hunting party. to leave this cottage and move again had never been an option sabine thought about for the past few peaceful decades, but living the nomadic life isn't something new for her. and if she has a travel companion, things should be easier than alone.

"okay, wolf. we can leave by sunrise."

shin frowned. "sun up? do you have a death wish? you will burn and die."

sabine laughs. "i do appreciate your concern, wolf." the vampire smirks when shin grumble at sabine's lack of name usage, evident from the dipping of her brows when sabine only calls her 'wolf' instead of her name. "but, i'm not a full blooded born, remember? as long as i wear thick shades, the sun won't kill me."

shin eyes her, brows still slightly furrowed. if sabine had to guess, she looked like she's debating with herself. again. the vampire wonders if that's an actual werewolf thing, or if that is just a shin specific quirk.

"you speak as if we will journey together."

"you're due north. i've got nowhere to go." sabine shrugs as she points out the obvious. "i might as well just join you until we have to part ways."

shin crosses her arms. "what makes you think i am willing to take you with me, wren?"

sabine steps closer towards shin, feeling something awakening inside her the closer she gets to the werewolf. shin is looking up at her from the floor, gaze hard and unbroken; it makes sabine feel drawn magnetically to her.

"didn't you say vampires are irresistible, wolf?"

shin growls, lunging towards sabine to grab both of her wrists and pins the vampire down to the floor. sabine shot an amused, almost teasing, smirk back at shin when she bared her fangs at sabine.

"do not test me, wren. i will not take you with me." shin snarls at sabine, gripping on her wrists to further cement her point. it mildly irked her when she watches sabine's unfazed reaction.

sabine catches shin by surprise as she flips the werewolf over to her back, this time pinning shin by the neck as she anchors her weight down on shin. she couldn't exactly understand why she felt the need to be aggressive and dominating with shin, but she revels in the shock and frustration on shin's face.

"i don't care if you'd take me or not," sabine hisses as her grip on shin's neck tightens, leaning forward to lower her face closer towards the werewolf's, whispering, "i'm going with you. end of discussion."

shin's breaths are laboured in gasps, surprised by sabine's display of strength over her. she gasped a large intake of air when sabine released her grip of her neck, shooting a venomous glare at the vampire sitting on top of her.

"get off of me," shin growled, pushing her torso off the floor. she shot sabine a disgusted glare when the vampire winked flirtatiously at her. sabine watches as the werewolf groans reluctantly, "fine. but, if you slow me down, i will chain you to a stake at midday and leave you to burn."

"promise?"

shin's eyes turned vermilion as she barks, quite literally. sabine laughs, she hadn't known shin is rather exciting to rile up and tease. the pointed tips of shin's ears are dusted pink, a rather jarring contrast to her werewolf alpha eyes.

they didn't speak much afterwards the whole night as sabine goes to catch a brief sleep in her couch, whereas shin continued feeding the fireplace with more wood to burn. sabine had told shin to eat whatever choice of cured meats in her cabinet before she slept, and shin had helped herself wolfing down a large smoked vennison leg by the fire.

by sun up, they were already long gone from the now empty cottage. sabine had burned all of her trinkets down to erase any trace or proof that someone had lived in this cottage for decades. shin suggested they burn down the cottage, but sabine vetoed, reasoning that the building can still be used as a shelter.

they travelled further up north where the climate has gone colder and dryer for the past few weeks, sparing sabine's hypersensitive eyes and skin from the blazing southern sun. they had run into a few other supernaturals; namely a number of stray vampires, small packs of werewolves, a few goblins, and a single merlin living deep in the redwood forest.

sabine observed shin's behaviour and personality deeper as they travel, studying the werewolf. most of the time, shin prefers to stay in her true wolf form as opposed to her human or werewolf form because it allows her to travel further and faster. however, her true form is a beast by nature and required a lot of energy, which substantially demands her to consume more food for energy.

shin doesn't speak much about her past, not unlike sabine, but sabine had guessed that shin's history isn't too different from her own. the rogue werewolf mentioned briefly about her master; the alpha wolf who turned and took her under his tail. shin would have a flash of fondness skirting across her expression as she speak of him, but it would soon be replaced with the seething hatred sabine had grown accustomed to seeing.

in a way, it reminds sabine of her own mother.

"why did you run away from your clan's ancient seat?" shin curiously asked, leaning against the wall of the cave they are camping in; the crackle of the fire between them was the only consistent noise. the werewolf is holding a leatherskin bottle of mead by it's throat, aquamarine eyes fixed on sabine.

sabine chews on her stewed meat, slow and avoidant of shin's question and piercing gaze. she sets her bowl down, huffing contemplatively. "why should i stay in a castle full of vampires who disregarded my existence as a humanborn? a disgrace, as they said."

"is your mother not the countess? is she not the head of your clan?"

"yes, she is. was. i'm not sure."

shin's brow quirked. "did she not ever punish the vampires who held no respect for you?"

"it's not that simple, shin," sabine sighed. "i'm a very rare case of a humanborn, especially in clan wren. my mother was in the hottest seat of the clan, and if she acted brutishly, she will be deposed."

shin's face was stony, but sabine can sense her pity and frustration. sabine doesn't comment on it. shin took another few gulps of her mead, and if sabine dared to guess, her mind is running a few hundred thoughts at the same time.

"you are a powerful creature for a humanborn," shin spoke slowly over the crackle of the fire between them, voice level as always, "and yet, i have never seen you feed on human blood for the past few weeks we travelled. you starved yourself, and you have been burying your other half."

"astute observation." sabine ignored shin's elusive compliment for the monster half within her with a sarcastic comment. she almost grinned when shin rolled her eyes, undoubtedly vexed.

"that makes you a fool."

sabine glares at shin. "thanks."

"you may hate your monster half, but you must remember that it is a part of you. it should serve you as your strength, instead of your demise." shin's voice was sagacious yet gentle as she speaks; as if she had learned it for years. she takes another swig of her mead, before finalising with, "remember that it will stay as your foe, until you treat it as your friend."

shin's words echoed in sabine's mind the whole night, as she stays up in watch as her werewolf companion sleeps. it does make sense that she views her vampiric half as an illness for as long as she's been turned; seeing it as a curse she must rid instead of a power she could embrace.

when the first light of dawn began to rise, sabine had grown drowsy as she tucks herself into her black cowl's hood and shifts deeper into the cave. shin awoke half an hour after, stretching out the cave in her werewolf form and took off sprinting, sabine presumed to go hunting.

sabine had her very first experience in a full blue moon the next week with shin; and it is unlike what she heard. she knows that the werewolves drew more of their power from the moon, especially during full moons. she heard that blood moons exaggerates the werewolves' aggression and hunting need, just as how vampires are affected strongly by the phase.

full blue moons are when werewolves, specifically alpha werewolves such as shin, are at their peaks.

shin had already shifted into her werewolf form when the moon began to rise; sitting at the patio of the unoccupied wooden cabin they found in the middle of the great northern pineforest. sabine watches from inside; shin was sitting cross-legged with her back strictly upright, basking under the moonlight.

"you can come join me, wren," shin calls to her from outside, eyes closed and still moonshining.

the full moon had grown larger and much bluer, bathing shin under it's bluish shine. shin's eyes are open now as she looks at sabine, who remained by the window. the werewolf's body language is inviting, but not demanding at all. sabine couldn't tear her eyes away from shin's; bright vermilion bathed under soft blue of the moon that makes her eyes purplish.

shin appears almost exalting in sabine's eyes.

when the moonrise reaches it's peak, shin was already in her true wolf form. she soaked all of the blue moon's light and energy, appearing larger and regal. her bone-white fur flows beautifully in waves; almost jarring in contrast to her vermilion eyes and knife-sharp canines in her mouth.

sabine isn't entirely sure if blue moons are supposed to enhance all werewolves' beauty or if this is just a shin specific feature that she's just lucky to see, but sabine is sure travelling with shin had satisfied the curiousity of werewolves from her youth. shin may have not spoke much, but sabine only needed to observe her to learn from the alpha werewolf.

shin begins to slowly shift back into her human form as the blue moon sets slowly from the horizon, returning to it's regular yellowish hue. sabine was still watching her from inside the cabin, leaning outside through the window, growing slightly drowsy.

"the blue moon is affecting you too, isn't it?"

sabine blinks as she registers shin's voice. the werewolf is still sat in her place, but her body is now fully facing towards sabine and her eyes are much too soft that it unnerved sabine out of unfamiliarity.

"i'm getting sleepier," sabine replied, her voice only above a whisper.

shin rises to approach sabine, kneeling in front of the vampire, observing her for a good minute. her eyes narrowed, a mix of confusion and frustration. "you have not fed. i reckon it's already been five days since you last fed on blood."

sabine's brow quirked, dismissive. "you notice we haven't run into any hunters or passed any towns.

"there is a town on the foot of this forest." shin raised her head towards the sky, nose catching whiffs of... something. she then grimaces, seemingly disgusted. "the town is a hub of low-lives. a den for filthy criminals and offenders."

sabine mirrors shin's disgust, scowling. "i would rather burn in the sun."

shin groans, husked and exasperated. "wren, please."

"no. i don't want to feed on disgusting lowlife criminals." sabine was unmoving in her spot, refusing to feed despite the monster inside already growling incessantly for her next meal.

"you are unbelievable."

shin glares at sabine who stays dismissive, head lulling into her arms and eyes slowly shut in drowsiness. sabine's skin is so much paler, and her eyes are starting to sink in; a telltale sign of exhaustion and lack of blood feeding.

when shin spoke, sabine didn't expect her to say: "fine, you can feed on me tonight."

sabine's eyes bolted open, scandalised. "pardon?"

shin jumps inside the cabin through the window sabine was leaning out from, to sit across of the half-blooded vampire. the somnolence in sabine's systems were instantly thrown out as shin began untucking her tan shirt and holds her hair up to reveal most of her neck down to her collarbones.

"you have to feed, sabine," shin's voice was so much softer than usual, neck tilted to the side. the way her name rolled out of shin's tongue sent warmth down sabine's abdomen, and it doesn't help calming her flushed cheeks.

"i-i... i'm not gonna feed from you, shin!"

shin clicks her tongue, vexed. "just get on with it."

"no!"

"sabine, for fuck's sake." shin then grabs sabine by her cheeks, forcing the vampire to open her mouth and reveal her fangs and brought her closer to the skin of her own neck. "just feed."

sabine pushed off of shin by her shoulders just before the sharp points of her fangs punctured shin's delicate ivory skin, her breaths laboured as she grows equally irate. her eyes began to flicker from the vampiric ruby-reds and back to her bright brown. she shoved shin's shoulder with her fist, harsher than sabine would've liked.

"are you insane? i could end up killing you!" sabine yells as she tries to control her vampiric half.

"no, you won't. you will only drink my blood, not draw out my wolf powers." shin takes off her shirt, going completely chest naked this time, her stellar blue eyes are steel against sabine's, unbroken. "drink as much as you need. i promise it will not kill me."

sabine was indisposed of the idea to feed on shin's blood. what if she couldn't restrain herself from overly indulging on the feed? wouldn't that kill shin? what if shin couldn't handle the prickling of sabine's fangs? she was about to argue again when shin claws at her own neck, drawing ichor so sweet to sabine's nose that she couldn't resist anymore.

"drink, sabine."

sabine's eyes are already glowing bright ruby and her fangs protruding from her lips as she eyes shin for one final consent, which the werewolf alpha assured with a firm nod. sabine crawled towards shin, sits herself on the werewolf's lap, and began lapping on the dripping blood from the area shin clawed at. sabine places a firm hand on shin's fleshly column.

shin hisses a sharp breath through her teeth when sabine's fangs pricked her skin and deeper into her flesh, as she begin feeding on shin. sabine had never tasted anything sweeter than shin's ichor-flavoured blood; not even the finest honeyed wine in her old cottage's cabinet.

drinking from shin is erotic and sensual.

sabine could hear shin's laboured breaths as she leans their weights on her propped arms behind her back, and she could feel the wolf's arousal echoed in the pooling warmth in sabine's underbelly. her grip on shin's neck tightens as she struggles with her monster to control the feeding.

"fuck, sabine…" shin husked out in a strained moan, the sound was so much sweeter in sabine's ears than her own blood tasted in her mouth.

sabine's tongue laps against the rapidly-healing bite wound on shin's neck, savouring whatever taste left of shin like she had been starved for decades. her eyes remained rubies, half lidded and heavy with so much lust and arousal.

shin's vermilion eyes are mirroring the same as her.

the wolf's thumb pads over sabine's lips, smearing scarlet on the pad of her thumb and on sabine's lips. sabine couldn't help the ecstasy of moans when shin captured her lips with her own in a ravenous kisses; the kind so insatiable with just flesh and must be met with teeth and fangs violently.

shin's blood was mixed with sabine's own from the pricklings of shin's canines against sabine's lips; the taste mingling in their mouths like saccharine, a sinful yet divine ritual between two powerful creatures of the supernaturals. the more they kiss, the less significant oxygen becomes.

"shin…" sabine gasps between kisses that smeared red all over their tongues and lips.

sabine's own hips have begun moving on it's own consciousness against shin, her nails raking deep in shin's back. the wolf groans against their hungry kisses at the welcomed pain, the sound immediately swallowed by sabine's throat.

shin broke away from their kiss, vermilion eyes so clouded with lust and breaths laced with arousal that it made sabine burn from the inside with untamed carnal desire to feed on shin in so many different ways than just drinking her ambrosia-sweet blood.

sabine doesn't even remember how they ended up where they awoke the next morning, entirely stripped to only skin and haphazardly strewn fur blanket over their overlapping limbs. the air had the unmistakable sweet scent of sex and blood, and sabine's memories began to flood back in.

shin had brought her to climaxes so sweet and high, that sabine swore she felt herself combust from each waves of pleasure on the wolf's fingers, mouth, thighs... anywhere that sabine could remember. sabine also remembers the deliciously erotic noises the alpha made as she made her reach such explosive peaks that triggered her own against shin.

when shin began to stir awoke, her lips immediately chased after sabine's, tasting the remnants from last night, granting a lazy smirk against sabine's lips.

"you were right, wren," shin sleepily gasped in between pecks against sabine's lips.

sabine hummed, curious. "about what?" she had to choke back a sharp moan when she feels shin's thigh slotting itself against sabine's sensitive center, teasing her over the edge.

shin has risen up as she crawls backward to spread sabine's thighs wide, peppering her sensitive limbs with a balance of feather-light kisses and knife-sharp grazes of her canines on the silky smooth skin. if sabine was choking back on her moans earlier, she definitely howled out loud moan when she felt shin's tongue on where it makes her almost see stars.

"you vampires are quite irresistible."

[aibouart]

admittedly, i am afraid to talk about this, but have wanted to for a long while. i don't see a lot of people discuss this kind of thing, but i decided to do so for the me who was struggling and didn't know. also i have no idea where i am going with this and it's very late for me rn so here's a whole ass ramble on vent art. and also a bit more on how it's impacting how i view my art, now. i am terribly sorry if it's not very cohesive, my thoughts on it aren't yet cohesive either WOOPS

i wanted to talk a bit about how vent art really impacted my mental health, and how the idea that art needs some kind of meaning to have meaning really has been weighing on me lately (i know this is a concept i am assigning to my work and is not actually the norm/standard expectation of others consuming art. but it IS a sentiment i have seen enough that does impact me).

i want to specify, obviously i am not saying vent art is bad.

nor that doing vent pieces, or vent blogs, will ultimately result in what i went through for a number of years. rather, that this did happen to me, and there is a near impossible chance i am a unique case in any experience i will ever have. if you do vent art and it helps you, that's good! im not judging anyone for anything here. if your experience does not match my own, that's what it's like to be human~. i am not invalidating anyone on purpose by sharing my own experience. sorry for the insane disclaimer but it will eat me alive if i go to sleep thinking "what if they think x cuz i didn't say y and think im a terrible person"

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i used to do vent art frequently (you won't find much on here as it was uploaded to a personal at the time). anytime i felt down or had a line of dialogue in my head making me feel bad in a way, i would draw for it. but the way i had interacted with it was really unhealthy. it became a terrible feedback loop where i'd feel bad, draw how i felt bad, look at the art, and ruminate even more on how i felt bad, until it spiralled so out of control i would lose touch with reality and get lost entirely in feeling like garbage.

i would just get so lost in the cycle with vent art that it would make my mental space worse and worse, and i would use the vent art as a negative confirmation bias. the words that hurt me i wrote down and anytime i looked again, they would hurt me again. but i would keep looking, and i would keep drawing.

i have always used art as an outlet, but for some reason the way vent art impacted me was unhealthy. it wasn't a good outlet. and it took me years to cut ties with it. i relied on vent art for a long time, but it took a lot of introspection and thinking to realise it wasn't the release i thought it was. and it was hard to let go, too.

i haven't touched the blog in a few months, now. i haven't done much vent art at all since then and genuinely, i've been doing SOOO much better. i no longer ruminate nearly as much as i had done so, i no longer get caught in a feedback loop that lasts for days to weeks. i still feel like garbage like people tend to do, but i don't put myself in a cycle over it anymore. i have gone back to it a few times in moments of desperation, but what used to be every week/every few weeks is now once a month maybe. and not to the extent at all (i would oftentimes post ~20 images in one night, before).

but i keep thinking about how, while the way i had done vent art was bad for my mental health, i keep feeling that just because i do sparkly cute and happy drawings, now, or drawings with no real meaning, that my art has nothing beyond face value... i do like a lot of my vent art. i think their compositions, or hidden messages and meanings, or colour use, was interesting.

but it wasn't worth the price for me.

so i am a bit caught in an in-between, here. my favourite form of art is the expression of love-you liked something so much, you dedicated time to draw it. and yet i cannot ascribe that to my own work very often. i think that man i wish i could make art with some kind of deeper meaning, that speaks to people, that's more than just pretty colours or shiny shading or a character everyone likes, or a character i like. but i just... don't know if it's for me.

ultimately, i could develop a healthy relationship with expressing and exploring negative emotions or experiences through art, but... do i want to? do i have to? do i need to? is it not enough to just draw something because... i like it..?

of course, the answer is yes, draw what you want, draw how you want, it's your art. but i am still trying to come to terms with that idea. i dont want to be seen as some shallow artist who just draws what's cute and pretty because they can and it's all they can think of, but like what if that's just what i like to draw??

in the end, that alone is good enough, drawing because you like to, because it's fun, because you like the thing you're dedicating time to creating for. it's just hard to grapple with after discarding a type of art that i felt was the only way i drew "for real".

anyways i am sorry this is soooo fucking long, and for all the clarifications (IM STILL NOT SAYING VENT ART BAD AND EVERYONE WILL DO WHAT I DID!! Dx) and the fact i had no real point here (probably)

anyways i will continue to draw what i want because i like to, as i have always been.

[timaeusterrored]

(Sick Again)

There were things Kerry never wanted to hear or see again. Things that made his heart race and his skin crawl with anxiety, that made him feel like his world was falling around him.

On that list was something he was listening too now, V coughing.

His body froze, blood going cold as he listened. For a split second, he didn’t know what to do or think. He thought this was over, that V was better. Vik said the coughing thing was over, that V was getting better.

Kerry heard V groan from upstairs and hauled it to the bathroom, his heart racing. Then it sank into his stomach.

Vax was hunched over the sink, blood dripping from his mouth as he coughed. His knuckles white as he held himself up, spitting another glob into the sink. He was pale, sweat shining on his forehead, his legs seconds away from giving out.

In that moment, they were three years in the past. Vax barely clinging on to life, trying to find a cure while seeking comfort and love from Kerry. Trying to hide himself in the bathroom in the mornings, trying to ease Kerry’s anxiety with smiles and kisses that tasted like Johnny’s cigarettes and copper.

V gagged into the sink, his knees buckled. Kerry didn’t think twice and grabbed him. The coughs wracked through Vax’s body, violent and sending Kerry back three years.

He had to drag Vax to the toilet, where he promptly threw up. Kerry rubbed his back, reminding him to try and breathe. V looked so fragile and pale, panting once he was done.

Kerry sat in silence, his blood ran cold. He found himself praying to whoever that would listen to not take V from him, not again. He couldn’t lose him again.

Vax leaned back against his chest, taking deep breaths. He looked exhausted, like he had been going at this for a while. Kerry didn’t even want to look in the sink at that point, he didn’t want to know, but at the same time he did. He needed to know, and then go and choke out whatever Arasaka doctor that ‘cured’ V if he was doing this three years later. Kerry still had some burning rage in him from that, he could make some Arasaka assholes wish they had never even met V.

“We need to call Vik-“

“No we don’t.” Vax didn’t even let him finish, holding Kerry’s hand against his heart. “We don’t need to call anyone, I’m fine.”

Kerry loved his husband. Vax was his soulmate and his whole world… but goddamnit he’d love nothing more than to knock some sense into him once in a while. He was so scared of freaking people out again he had begun to just suffer in silence.

It made Kerry question how long this had actually been going on…

“We need to call someone.”

“No.”

“Vax. Either I call Vik or I call Judy. And Judy can call Vik. But he’s being called regardless of how I get you to agree.” Bringing Judy into arguments was a bad move, but Vax couldn’t verbally fight them both so this was his best option.

Before Vax could answer, he launched up into the toilet, gripping the sides. His body shook, coughing and gagging. Kerry had to look away, but rubbed his back and talked him through it before he could rest again.

When Vax fell asleep in the bathroom floor after Kerry got him water and a cold rag, the rocker called Vik. What? Did you expect him not too? Hell no, he had to call someone.

Vik was there by the time V woke up, the Fixer livid once he realized who was in his house. Stated he was fine, that there was no reason to call Vik, no reason for alarm. But neither father or husband was having any of it.

Vax was sick, he always would be. Not even the greatest doctors could ever truly fix what the relic did to him, both mentally and physically. His body was worn, in desperate need for rest that V wasn’t giving it. And Kerry knew it would only get worse before it got better.

[bellaxgiornata]

I have come here to say that IT EXISTS. The rough draft for FFTDs "The Week of Distractions," affectionately nicknamed Seven Days of Sin, officially exists!! Currently before editing--which I guarantee will add to the word count--it stands at a monstrous 17.6k words of FILTH. There's plot as well, but it's all mainly just smut. It has SO MUCH in it, including alternating POVs for each day so you get Matt smutty POVs!

It feels like I finished running a marathon, but I do still need to edit this smut beast before I can share it. But it took me almost two weeks to write and a few days to plan out and probably a few more days still to edit. This thing was honestly a lot of work to write while making sure nothing felt repetitive and that it still added to the whole story of FFTD.

I need a moment to come up for air myself after this. Damn you Matthew Murdock, I knew your sexual prowess was going to kill my word count. Take your beautiful smug smirk somewhere else for a few minutes, I need a break.

[hizznbyte]

Y’know what. What the heck. Go my animals.

As promised, I come bearing the gift of OC lore

GO MY MASTERPOST!! THE ENTIRETY OF THE PERSONERI LORE EXPLAINED!!…

…poorly, by yours truly … Happy reading :3

The first thing I want to do is clarify what exactly this is all about:

PN is this personal little project I’ve been cooking up all about exploring identity, learning to heal and accept and embrace it, and ugly little cat fellas. Because you know me. And I deserve it I’ve been a good boy, haven’t you heard? It’ll either be in writing or art [as maybe a form of comic strips], short episodic stories that are comedy slash slice-of-life shtuff, but the main goal is kind of just figure myself out. Yeah it’s a little venty because of how personal it is but I s’pose that’s par for the course.

It follows the story of this.. quirky cast of colorful little characters [fragments of a single mind] as the world develops around them and they deal with each other’s BS. Every character has a unique personality, ideology, and role within the Mind Escape. More on that in a minute! These characters -with a few exceptions- are known as the PersoNeris [Abbreviated: PNs] . Obviously. They are like me but also… not. Does that make sense or am I talking crazy? [Uhhh in that case just think of the Inners from TWA. Or Inside Out but worse if you’re a normie]. The PersoNeris come into the world fully grown and knowledgeable, but are only truly effective after a process called “gaining sentience”. This is essentially their birthday. The PNs gain sentience when their expertise is called for, and will become active immediately. Once their work is over they will go dormant and act as any normal human would. They can’t die as they aren’t physically living, so anything they do is purely for recreational purposes. There’s also a subcategory of PNs called derivatives. They are separate entities that break off from an already existing PN in a process similar to cellular mitosis [ew] and take on most of the characteristics of the original, plus additional traits.

Anyways. All the characters live within the body. Also known as the host or the husk. Because this guy is just a walking corpse at this point. Wait… hey! That’s me!

The host is named Oleander. Like the flower. Physically a teenager, uses any and all pronouns, most aggressive case of resting btch face ever. Pretty quiet and somewhat jaded in all honesty. The body gets sick like A LOT. I don’t what the problem is the body just seems to never get better. Yeahhh… the body is a pain in the ass. We don’t ever actually see the host in the story, just mention of it. It acts less as a vehicle to be piloted from the inside and more as a… container for the PersoNeris. Which they deserve probably. Within the host’s brain is the Mind Escape [mentioned earlier. It’s a play on the term mindscape.]

The Mind Escape is an urban cityscape made up of strings of binary code representing the host’s mental state. This code programs the design and function of the whole world. It’s pretty limited so there’s like an invisible border surrounding the area. The sky is more like a screen that cycles through various stages and conditions. It’s also color changing! The weather is entirely simulated but it seems to greatly affect their moods and condition, likely some sort of adaptation in response to physical circumstances. The Mind Escape resets every time the host goes to sleep, wherein the PN are given access to areas that were once restricted and they’re allowed free time till the Host eventually awakens.

The Mind Escape is broken up into four districts based on this one Indian proverb I heard in health class some time ago. I dunno. But there’s District One [Mental], District Two [Emotional], District Three [Social], and District Four [Physical]. There’s also an area debated in-universe as the fifth district [Spiritual] but the main guys don’t like that as anyone who actually lives there isn’t considered a PersoNeri. Yes I will elaborate soon enough. There’s also a large, circular dome area in the central point connecting each district but what it contains is a whole other story.

Around the Mind Escape you’ll find a buncha structures like skyscrapers and commercial/industrial buildings. However these serve no real function and are purely decorative. You can enter and explore them internally but they act as those fckin liminal spaces where you just cannot escape. There’s nothing in em anyways they’re always empty and lifeless. But they go on forever. These are known as Faux Facilities. The only buildings that actually work as they’re supposed to are the Living Library, MegaMart [it’s a mall], and housing for the PersoNeris themselves. Speaking of which…

Character intros go!

Nerium 🌺 [Also known as Neri, no known In-Code Alias]

Acting representative of D4 and primary control over the Host body… quite literally just the Host but as a cat-boy

Any/All pronouns [They/It preferred]

Assumed to be the same age as the Host

Form has a somewhat chubby build, lots of body hair, rather short for its age, big ol buggy eyes

Outfit primarily consists of an open oversized hoodie [some sort of bomber jacket or letterman seems to be preferred], long cargo pants, thick black glasses, floral or military camouflage pattern with some sort of null symbol [the circle with a line dashed through it] motif. Wardrobe may change occasionally

Alternative outfit [casual/indoors] consists of either a cat sweater and long floral pajama pants, or a graphic tee and shorts. Without the hijab, their hair is shoulder length, has little nubs for cat ears, slicked back and tied up high resembling the shape of a leaf.

Wears a hijab in a variety of colors [it’s based on vibe really]. Excess fabric draped down the back acts as a pseudo-tail. Similarly, two protrusions at the head act as pseudo-ears. Both work as normal and move independently. This goes for most if not all PersoNeri characters that wear a headscarf.

Interests include art, photography, botany, zoology, music, rhythm games, collecting toys, literature, poetry, and procrastinating

“Exposed nerve” [or the Hetalia hair string TM] is curled into the shape of a heart, resembling a plant sprout with leaves at the tip and when pulled, will cause them to go limp

Nerium is generally a lazy, chronically exhausted but empathetic and well-mannered little guy who tries their best but never gets all too far. He’s a little bit of an ass sometimes. Though they often don’t have the motivation due to burnout, they are very passionate and love to learn and explore. Extremely anxious, introverted, and socially inept until you get close enough to break its shield and become its friend! They can get competitive sometimes.

“ Okay , okay , listen ! We’ll get there when we get there . But we haven’t gotten there yet so DON’T GO THERE .! ”

[Note that each unique quote -indented like above- has a character specific typing quirk. For Neri, they often space out space out punctuation.]

Typewriter 📁 [Also known as Type, Slash SRS in-code]

D4 advisory and token straight-man, essentially just the Host but locked tf in

They/He pronouns

Assumed to be slightly older than the Host however range is unknown

Form has a broader build and darker tanned skin than the Host, slimmer eyes

Outfit primarily consists of a navy green [almost blue] military-esque uniform because I was suddenly struck with the military man propaganda beam someone save me, oh also the anarchy symbol / star motif because irony

Alternative outfit consists of a coat, suit, and fedora

Headscarf is generally longer and covers more of the face but is obscured by their hat and uniform. It’s tied into two at the back and one of the pseudo-ears is folded

Interests include history, geography, linguistics, religion, biology, mathematics, puzzles, and being an ass criticism

Expose nerve is curled into a spiral like shape and when pulled will cause them go through an internal system reboot, error 404 style

Typewriter is an observant, highly critical pessimist perfectionist who’s there to keep the Host on track! It’s not always effective but it’s the thought that counts right? They’re particularly nit-picky when it comes to Nerium’s behavior but as strict as they seem they are well meaning. They are a bit of a yapper and have quite the sharp tongue. Something of a chronic overachiever.

Nerium/Typewriter relations: Mutually find each other nuisances but hold some begrudging admiration for the other.

“ You Fail This And So Help Me You Will Die And Go To Hell. Do You Hear Me? ”

Krass 🎭 [Also known as Crass, Slash J in-code]

Professional class clown of D3

Basically the Host if he was an extrovert

She/He/They/Fella pronouns

Assumed age is unknown as data from observations fluctuates between Hosts age to half of Hosts age

Form is round. That’s kinda it

Outfit primarily consists of an asymmetrical, brightly colored clown-styled performing costume, striped birthday hat, and full face mask which serves as a pseudo face. It’s literally just the awesome face. Its uniform is very ruffley and light.

Headscarf is shorter and looser, not fully covering her front hair [which can be seen without the face mask]. It also lacks a pseudo-tail

Interests include comedy, puns, dark humor, sarcasm, internet memes, theatre, technology, literature, poetry, and lying for no reason spreading misinformation,

Exposed nerve is looped and when pulled, will cause it to cackle obnoxiously loud

Has a variety of laughs for all sorts of situations. There’s a lot. And they’re all annoying.

Krass is a bothersome, noisy, flat out idiotic clown, and they’re pretty proud about it! It’s the self awareness I think, that keeps em doing their job to the very fullest. On the outside, this fella seems very optimistic and happy-go-lucky, full of whimsy and joy, but it’s really just a mask for some insecurities that run deep. He uses humor as a coping mechanism, and actually has very low self-esteem, often making himself the butt of the joke. She has a crass sense of humor. Obviously. It can be kind of offensive and suggestive and lame. But she doesn’t do anything to intentionally hurt anyone. He’s also pretty clumsy, so.. slapstick comedy!

Nerium/Krass relations: Krass thinks Nerium needs to lighten up and be more physically active, Nerium finds Krass to be too noisy and energetic for their tastes but endearing in a way.

Typewriter/Krass relations: HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE-

“ BAHSJSKEN WHY did you BLOCK me on discord ALL I said was that I was gonna TOUCH YOU??!!! ”

Faith 🌑 [Also known as Fate, Slash NEG in-code]

One of two PN representatives of D2

Only active during the Hosts episodes, gaining sentience during the Hosts tween years and becoming more active as the years progressed. Exists as a shadow in back of the Host’s mind

She/It pronouns, very rarely He/Him

Assumed age is unknown. Fluctuates during activity and may regress/progress rapidly

Form is lankier, skinnier, appearing frail and weak and broken. Flesh is a patchwork of scars and is lighter in tone than the Host.

[Detailed appearance should be included in updated files]

Outfit primarily consists of a black tank-top and shorts. No glasses or hijab. No pseudo-ears

Interests include silence, attention, and poetry

Exposed nerve is crooked and bent and when pulled, will cause it to become violently sick

Fate is the manifestation of everything the Hosts hates about itself. It is a hideous monstrosity, an amalgamation of every negative trait there is to loathe. She is only ever used in a vent setting. She is never fully dormant even when its other half is active. She is most active during depressive, manic episodes. She is an intrusive thought. She is religious trauma. She is obscene and offensive. …HEY, somethings not right,, THIS is going too far!! WHO wrote this script??

Nerium/Faith relations: Faith wants to be acknowledged but Nerium refuses to look her in the eyes.

Typewriter/Faith relations: Faith wants to be recognized but Typewriter tells her to stay in her district and to shut up.

Krass/Faith relations: Together they are… the Dark Humor Squad!

“ …it doesn’t MATTER.. i don’t matter enough to earn your SYMPATHY… ”

Fazio 🌕 [Also known as Eff, Slash POS in-code]

One of two PN representatives of D2

A lingering presence in the back of the Host’s mind, however is less active than its negative counterpart

He/It pronouns, rarely She/Her

Assumed age is unknown, likely around the same as the Host

Form is chubbier and darker in tan compared to its negative counterpart

Outfit is inconsistent and always changing. Primary wardrobe includes a long white abaya overlayed with a suit-jacket [probably makes more sense when you actually see it. kinda hard to describe]

Headscarf reaches up to the chest, pseudo-ears and tail resemble more of a wild/big cat

Interests include music, dance, art, journaling, literature, the company of friends, and philosophy

Exposed nerve is curled forward with something like a bulb at the end, and when pulled, will cause it glow

Eff is the manifestation of everything the Host wants to love about itself. He is a shining ray of positivity! It is incredibly upbeat and happy-go-lucky, with a lot of love to give. While only ever used in a vent setting, its focus is on healing. He is the resident “caretaker” of its other half. Some may seem him as even more annoying than Krass, but he can’t be bothered to hold a grudge! Sometimes they unintentionally come off as passive aggressive due to their overwhelming positivity. His nickname is pronounced like [the letter] F, not “Eef”. Please stop messing it up.

Nerium/Fazio relations: Nerium is codependent on Eff to keep the host running without issue, which he reasonably points out is very unhealthy. However, they both have a lot of love to give and greatly appreciate the other.

Typewriter/Fazio relations: Typewriter is very grateful for the work Eff does within the host, but wishes he could tone down the energy.

Krass/Fazio relations: JOY TO THE WORLD!!

Faith/Fazio relations: “I can fix her” ass mf

“ YOU just have to trust me!! I can make it better again,, LET me fix it!! ”

Kidd 🐾 [Also known as Kibby or Squish, Slash LH in-code]

Resident wild animal of D1

One of the more… unexplainable parts of the Host and is not very recognized within PN society

Any/All pronouns -including and especially Neos

Assumed age is half that of the Hosts, but tends to fluctuate lower

Form is short, round, and bright. Can’t be explained better than a big fat cat

Outfit consists of long, oversized color block sweaters in bright oversaturated tones, that rainbow propellor hat thing because it’s funny as hell, shorts and cat paw socks. Maybe even a comically large lollipop for good measure

Headscarf is one of those one-piece children’s hijabs with two folded pseudo-ears

Interests include animals, dinosaurs, drawing and coloring, playing with touys and bideo games, singing and dancing, sleeping a lot, and eating an unhealthy amount of sugars

Exposed nerve is actually connected to the propeller on the hat, not its headscarf. When pulled it will cause it to start flying a few inches off the ground. LMAO

Kidd is basically the… kid who still believes they’re an animal and goes around the playground larping Warrior Cats. Because that’s what I used to do as a kid… save for the biting people. Kidd is both physically and mentally a child, and is thought to be the personification of age-regression / lost childhood innocence. Their appearance and behavior resemble a mix of a dog and cat, leaning heavily on the cat part like a kittydog which, if you know then ya know. But they act like a big baby with childhood innocence and whimsy. It also tries to be cute which can either come off as endearing or forced and grossly annoying. This is not to be mixed up with age-play by the way. Vocal stims include frequently meowing, barking, and going awawawa. Because they are so young, it requires a caretaker or guardian to mange them during dormancy. It goes solo when active, which is rarely. “Child support” is split up between Neri, Eff, and two other PNs revealed later.

Nerium/Kidd relations: Neri begrudgingly babysits Kidd and monitors them during activity. He thinks Kidd is kind of weird and dumb but so is everyone in this story so whaddaheck. Kidd smiles at them goofy

Typewriter/Kidd relations: Type doesn’t like them around when they work but occasionally lets them play with their typewriter. Kidd smiles at them goofy

Krass/Kidd relations: They used cause trouble and play video games together, but Krass lost “custody” of them a long time ago. They share a similar mentality. Kidd smiles at them goofy

Faith/Kidd relations: Kidd frowns at them goofy

Fazio/Kidd relations: Fazio acts as the primary caretaker of Kidd, and his nurturing nature helps Kidd grow slowly each day. Kidd smiles at them goofy

“ :33 i lovee playing with my touys. and drawingg and i like orange juicee ”

DERIVATIVE Nene 🌷 [Also known as Lili or Gardener]

A derivative of Nerium and one of two chairpersons in D4, resident botanist within the Mind Escape

One of the hosts alternative identities

They/It/She pronouns

Assumed age is slightly older than the host, form is the same

Outfit consists of a floral-pattern shirt dress, large sun hat adorned with a variety of flower species, gold jewelry, and a canvas apron. Headscarf is short and set back, though it isn’t worn often in preference of tying its hair back

Interests include biology, botany, entomology, zoology, anthropology, mythology, photography, literature, and painting

Exposed nerve is a little flower on a short stem and when pulled, will cause it to spit up flowers

Nene is the world’s biggest sweetheart! Though a little shy, they tend to yap a ton about their interests. They love their friends a bajillion, and have a ton of Polaroid pictures of company and scenery hung up at their place. Their place is also full plants hanging from the ceiling and pots around here and there… so be careful. They frequent the Living Library to research botany and other living sciences. Nene is also another one of Kidd’s guardians. They seem to prioritize aesthetics above all and LOVE to decorate things, especially with stickers. They do go outside a ton to tend to the garden and are kinda dirty and scratched up because of it sometimes, as well as have very sun tanned skin.

Nerium/Nene relations: As a derivative, Nene and its origin are very close and tend to work off each other.

Typewriter/Nene relations: They respect each other but Nene still has a lot to learn on work ethic which Typewriter lectures them over.

Krass/Nene relations: While somewhat annoying, Nene only sees Krass as background noise and not much else. They’re on okay terms, but Krass’ obnoxious self can be a cause for lots of anxiety.

Faith/Nene relations: Nene sometimes forgets she exists, and then gets hit by the whiplash of Faith going active

Fazio/Nene relations: Absolute joy. Joy for the whole world. They are very much alike. Sometimes Nene is intimidated by him tho.

Kidd/Nene relations: Nene is very good with children, so Kidd hangs out them often and is uncharacteristically careful with their belongings. Kidd smiles at them goofy.

“ *These trees are for bearing fruit, not hanging, dear sir. *Please put that away, I want my mangoes. ”

DERIVATIVE Osman 🎖️ [Also known as Suleiman or Captain]

A derivative of Nerium and one of two chairpersons in D4, commander of the Mind Escape and resident narcissist

One of the hosts alternative identities

It/They/He pronouns

Assumed age is slightly older than the host, form is slightly more muscular

Outfit consists of… well it’s hard to explain but think of Type’s military style uniform and make it fancier / flashier. Because I do not have words to describe the kinda shit this guy wears but it’s pirate inspired. All I’ll say. Headscarf is wrapped up turban style with pointy, lynx-like ears.

Interests include philosophy, art, music, theology, geography, history, traveling, photography, cool crystals and gems, and bossing people around being absolutely based

Exposed nerve is just a long string that drags down and curls inward and when pulled, will cause it to swing its arms rapidly

Osman is a charming, easygoing egoist you can’t help but adore. His words, not mine. Despite being rather self-centered, it doesn’t mean it lacks empathy. Or does it? It seems it’s always up to help its friends… for a price of course. Like Typewriter, Osman is authoritative and commanding, a born leader ever since they came into sentience. The only thing that separates them is how seriously they take work. To which Osman doesn’t. Until it’s a minute past the deadline. They LOVE sparkly shiny things, and often resists the urge to act like a kleptomaniac. It can really harbor grudges when it assumes it’s been.. disrespected. It does not take well to criticism because obviously, he can’t do anything wrong! And when it has to face the truth? It starts to cry!

Nerium/Osman relations: As a derivative, Nerium treats Osman with a little more leniency for their eccentric behavior. While they usually work off each other, the Captain seems to take charge.

Typewriter/Osman relations: They have a small, petty rivalry based on their differences, but ultimately come together like some messed up militia.

Krass/Osman relations: Osman assures Krass they’re very funny, which is a lie because he’s much funnier.

Faith/Osman relations: He’s one of the few that will acknowledge her existence, but tries the hardest to tune her out.

Fazio/Osman relations: Despite both seeming to be a little alike, Fazio actually manages to piss Osman off a lot.

Kidd/Osman relations: Osman is another one of Kidd’s guardians, and they act very competitive towards each other

Nene/Osman relations: they kiss with tongue trust me vro

“ LOSERS! Breathe if you like !me, and die if you’re mediocre …Why are you all turning purple? ”

Derivative Null 🩸 [Also known as Teri or Suiciduo!Neri]

A derivative of Nerium, head of Operation “Kill-Switch” and resident hyper-suicidal maniac number one opp

Probably shouldn’t be allowed to go active but it kinda does sometimes we don’t know

Who/Whom? pronouns… nah I’m playing It/Its

Assumed age and form is the same as the host, just slightly bulkier. It’s also got sharp canine teeth that resemble vampire fangs… they are retractable.

Outfit consists of a black turtleneck, windbreaker jacket, boots, and a lotta belts and chains. Sometimes wears a face mask and collar. It has a tongue piercing that looks like a gun bullet. No headscarf it’s just a hoodie with pseudo-ears and a belt for the pseudo-tail. Underneath the hoodie is some sort of fungal plant growth.

Interests include fuck all. We think

Exposed nerve curls around resembling a halo and when pulled, will cause it to detonate like a BOMB. Only to recover once again.

Null stands for nothing. Seriously! It has no value! Well okay, there is ONE thing it wants.

Operation Kill-Switch. When the going gets tough, go for self destruction! Null really is an anomaly, seemingly gaining sentience for no reason and even without Nerium’s knowledge! It doesn’t inhabit any one district, instead wandering aimlessly like a nomad. There’s something so strange about that one. Mysteriously, it sits and watches, sometimes barging in to become active and leaving without a word. It’s hard to tell for sure, but it does seem to enjoy history, technology, explosives, and masochism.

How can one kill if one cannot die?_Interesting…

Nerium/Null relations: _Well aren’t you a doll?_Isn’t that right darling?

Typewriter/Null relations: Do you cower?_

Krass/Null relations: Get out of my head*get out of my head

Faith/Null relations: THEY ARE NOT TO BE STATIONED ANYWHERE NEAR EACH OTHER. IT IS PROHIBITED FROM BEING IN HER VICINITY. DO NOT LET BOTH GO ACTIVE, BAD THINGS HAPPEN!!

Fazio/Null relations: _I should definitely kill you first

Kidd/Null relations: _What the fuck?..

Nene/Null relations: When the angel’s trumpet blows_will you stay for them?

Osman/Null relations: _That’s right boss_I could play this game forever…

Polaris/Null relations: Two halves of a Suiciduo

“ _Dying this way*I’m bored of it all_God*Have I disappointed you yet?_Just like that then…You good for nothing animals_! ”

…

I think that’s it. That’s… most of them at least…

I’M FINALLY FREE?!

…Yep, that’s the bulk of it at least! There are some more minor characters, including the “Non-PN” but I really don’t wanna test Tumblr’s text limit on that. Besides, they aren’t all THAT important. And whew, this was an exhausting post to write. I figured I could be quick and get it out in a day but there was WAYYYY to much I had to get done, damnit. Oh, my kids! My beloved children of my brain!! I spent all this time for you! How long has it been? I’ve been writing this post in between school hours.

Here’s some PN trivia, I guess: Every character, with the exception of Kidd, goes by a nickname that happens to be one of the many aliases I used online. And I have a ton of em. I am a man of many names you know… Anyways. Because I treat the PN like original characters rather than extensions of me [with the exception of Nerium because they’re my persona and self insert basically], they are very shippable. As in, you can pair em up and make em kiss. Hell yeah. I’m personally fan of TextFlower [Neri/Type], PerfectParty [Type/Krass], BruisedEgo [Neri/Null], Osman/Nene, Fazio/Faith, and Type/Osman. Sorry. I’m going crazy. Speak of pairings though, the PN are not only separated by district but by seating groups. Essentially the classic highschool friend group cliche. Nerium, Typewriter, and Krass form the Head Front. Fazio, Faith, and Kidd form the Mind Back. Osman, Nene, and Null play Middle Ground. Why is this relevant? Because it plays into each characters relationships and the entire Host/PN system dynamic. More about that in the future.

Did you know Typewriter has an unhealthy attraction to vintage objects? No, because I just told you. They own one of those manual, portable kind of typewriters in wood brown and they treat it like a living being. They even named it Printcess. Like Princess + Print? Get it? I am very funny I know. Nene adores bugs and insects and usually picks up a few she stumbles upon when gardening. Osman is terrified to death of bugs. They’re also super scared of deep bodies of water, so there goes the pirate dream I guess. Null seems to have a thing for chains and cuffs. Which is like. Okay I guess. Freak. Activity during working/school hours is almost always copilot, meaning primarily Neri and Type are active during the day. The PN CAN get tired of being active, and usually have the option of stepping down and giving control to any other character, but sometimes when the body is locked in they’re kinda forced to work their ass off. This is almost always the case with Typewriter. Sorry bro.

[Scratches head] I don’t have any other trivia sorry. I’m tired. I will update when I remember more. Anyways. Thank you for reading your patience is so appreciated I’m giving you all a little kiss on the forehead. Thank you. These characters mean a lot to me as someone who struggles with their mental health. And while I wouldn’t compare it to any identity disorders like DID or OSDD [which I am not diagnosed with], I can definitely understand how my story might read that way and if it helps anyone who does have it, then that’s great! They really are a journey to create and build from the ground up.

As for Blood Magic-Verse… I’m making a separate post addressing what happened to them, don’t worry. Even if it takes a bajillion years to write. I love all my children equally trust I don’t pick favorites. Again, thank you for reading I have NO idea how to end this but it’s..been fun I think. Okay! Bye!

[strawberry-cow-smut]

Satan's Classroom Shenanigans

🌸Ageless + Minor = DNI🌸

Characters: Submissive, Top Satan (Obey Me)

Reader: Gender Neutral, Dominant, Bottom Reader

Exploring: Public Play, Secretive Play, Classroom Fucking, Blowjob, Exhibition (if you squint), Dick Riding, Overstimulation (Satan), Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Almost Getting Caught, Infirmary Fucking, Multiple Creampies, Abandonment of Restraint, Demon Form (though not playing a huge part)

Satan struggles to keep his head. Normally collected and focused, sharp as a knife in the classroom, he suddenly finds himself unable to think about anything aside from the menace hiding under his desk, prodding and rubbing at his cock during the last lecture of the day.

He's struggling to sit still. How could he when you're undoing his pants here of all places?! Do you have any idea how many people would see if he moved from his desk? What if the professor asks him to demonstrate a spell? You both would be exposed in a heartbeat.

You dig your nails into his thighs as his hips buck slightly, dick standing tall and proud before you. It's a miracle the tent in his pants didn't rip the fabric. He's leaking precum already and you've barely even touched him. He's so cute when he's this sensitive. You wish you could see his face right now, but that'd blow your cover, and you're going to be too busy blowing him.

His poor pen bears the weight of his restraint, teeth sinking into the cheap plastic covering and nearly puncturing the inkwell within the center. The professor's speaking. The class is entirely silent aside from them, and Satan couldn't stand to bear the embarrassment of moaning mid-lecture like Asmodeus had once done eons ago.

"Satan? Page 164, if you please."

Oh no.

He stands slowly, his left hand gripping the edge of his desk to the point his fingers turn white, his right hand shakily holding the textbook as he sucks in a sharp breath. The desk is at waist height, barely tall enough to hide you sucking his cock like it's the last source of water within an endless desert.

"Magical... Magical Creatures, Chapter Seventeen. The Gryffin is a-ah! A mythological beast whose body resembles that of a lion from the humAN world, and possesses the wings and head of an eagle. They range in size from as SMALL as ah... a mouse to as large as a small tank."

"Thank you, Satan. That will be enough. Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes! I'm perfectly fine! Just... a bit under the weather is all."

"Are you sure? I believe it would be in your best interest to see the nurse."

"I'll be j-just fine. I just need to relax a bit more."

Oh, he'll relax alright.

The professor dismisses him without another word, ending his lecture and instructing the class to continue reading the rest of the chapter on their own. Satan sits with a shaky sigh, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and sweat dripping down his face. He surely intends to show you who's in charge when the two of you get home, but as for now, you're the one holding the metaphorical leash.

As soon as he's relaxed enough, you decide it's time to up your game. Without any warning, your nose is pressed up against his torso, his dick down your throat as far as it can reach. It's a miracle how you can keep quiet with all the spit and the pace you're bobbing your head. He's digging his claws into the seat of his chair now, surely leaving deep cuts that go against the grain of the wood.

He's so fucking close to reaching a peak. Satan hides his head in his arms, forehead pressing against the cool lumber next to his open textbook. Tears prick the corners of his eyes as he struggles to resist coming undone. All he needs is just a bit more. He's torn between wanting to finish and wanting to maintain his dignity in front of his peers, but there's only so much he can do when you're sucking his soul out so feverously.

Satan gives up. He gives up almost completely as his body begins to shake and his claws dig further into the dark oak of his desk. He lets out a sharp whimper, filling your throat with a flowing white river. His classmates and professor look at him, concerned for his wellbeing.

Satan is panting, shaking, barely holding himself together at this point. He pants and takes a few deep breaths to catch his own before looking up at the professor.

"Satan? I do believe you'd better go to the nurse before your condition worsens."

You're quick to clean him up and fix his clothing. Satan's still shaky but agrees with the professor after noticing nothing would be amiss if he chose to stand, thanks to you.

"You're right, Professor. I'll be heading there at once. I-I apologize for concerning you all."

He gathers his belongings and shakily exits the classroom without another word. Some students utter words of concern as his legs threaten to give out with every step. You have no choice but to remain silent in place until the end of the lecture, only able to escape the room once all the other students and the professor have left first.

As the last of the students leave, you join the endless sea of demons and other magical beings flooding the halls between classes. You make your way to the nurse's office, deciding to check and see if your friend is "recovering" alright. Satan's in the third bed, closest to the wall and farthest from the door. The nurse is out for a moment, not an unusual circumstance considering it's their lunch hour.

"You! You almost got us caught with your little stunt in there! I can't believe you had the... the... the audacity to go that far! I didn't expect you to continue until I finished! We're unbelievably lucky the professor mistook me for being unwell."

Satan sighs as you draw closer and sit on the edge of his bed, taking his hand and bringing it to cup your cheek. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, sighing.

"Well... I suppose it wasn't all bad. That was... exhilarating, to say the least, even if it may be a bit troublesome to deal with the aftermath. Maybe this sort of thing wouldn't be bad every once in a while. I'm glad we got to explore this side of our relationship together."

He always gets so sweet and sappy after he's coming down from a high. It's sweet. He's always going on about how much he loves you and how he's so happy you both can be as rough or as gentle as the other needs them to be. Unfortunately for him, you're not ready to be sappy. There's still one more thing on your mind, and it's back in his pants.

You stand and pull the privacy curtain shut, closing the view of the bed off from the rest of the world. He stammers, questioning exactly what it is you're doing, a tiny glint of fear peaking through his normally collected demeanor. You turn towards him once more, staring him down as a cat does an injured mouse.

Your pants and undergarments hit the cold tile of the infirmary floor. You climb onto his bed, legs straddling his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers low enough to expose his half-hard cock. He's visibly excited, but his long refractory period prevents him from standing at full attention for a few more minutes. No matter, you reposition your core and take him in completely.

His growling and whining resurface and he lets out an unrestrained moan that fills the room. It's fortunate you two are the only ones in the infirmary, otherwise, there would have been no hiding exactly what's happening behind the thin white linen walls.

You grind against him with every drop of your hips, the pace unbearably fast as his erection continues to harden within you. Your nails dig into his chest, and his own claw at the sheets of the bed, eager to grab hold of something but not wanting to hurt you. He doesn't trust himself not to dig his claws into those thighs he loves so much when he can't even be bothered to restrain his voice for the moment.

Incoherent, muffled voices outside the door begin to grow louder as passing students flood the halls on their way to their dorms and extracurriculars. The only thing you're concerned with is riding him like the insatiable, cock-hungry animal you've become.

"Please! Ngh, fuck! I'm about to cum again! You need to slow down before-- Ah!"

Fuck his moans are beautiful. They start off melodic and end with an enticingly lewd growl. You didn't know he could be this expressive in bed before today. He's practically begging for mercy, still sensitive from the classroom shenanigans.

You do not grant it.

Satan's back arches and his hips thrust upward into you as he orgasms a second time. You're lifted up as his hips stutter beneath you, voice filling the room with lewd curses strung together as his eyes roll to the back of his head and the sheets begin to tear under his grip. He begins to still after a few moments, but you don't stop. You don't even slow down.

Satan's hands frantically look for anything to ground himself, worsening the tears in the fabric below him. His frantic gaze lands on the pillow lying underneath his head. He grabs at it, hoping for something to help relieve the intensity of the high you're pushing him towards, but in his overstimulated and careless state, he can't control his own strength. It takes mere seconds before there's a mess of feathery down and fabric scraps surrounding the head of the infirmary bed.

His eyes are starting to glow. Feathers are pushing out sporadically against the skin around his neck. Horns pierce through the golden hair on his crown His canines are growing sharper and his growls start sounding far less than human. There's not much left of his ability to control himself, though with you there was hardly ever any to begin with.

His claws slip from the mangled mess of a pillow and find their way to your hips, digging his nails into your sides and rutting up into your core; fucking his seed deeper without the restraint he desperately clung to before. His speed is almost unbearable. The way his cock drills into all the right places has you seeing stars and crying his name in response.

The thrusts are losing their regularity. Hips stuttering and nails threatening to pierce the soft skin of your hips, Satan bites down on his own lip until he's the one bleeding; filling you for a third time this afternoon.

It's almost unbearable. With the way his cum flows out of you like a river, you're mindlessly thanking yourself for having the foresight to make sure neither of you were still wearing your uniform pants.

With shaky legs and sweat covering both of your bodies, you fall to the side to catch your breath, grabbing some nearby tissues and cleaning the both of you up enough to at least redress before someone walks in and manages to put two and two together.

Satan's head flops to the side to gaze at you; chest heaving with every breath.

"Haah--that was... that was amazing." A hand comes up to push back his golden locks to unobscure bright green eyes, softening as they settle upon your glowing form.

His hand comes to rest gently against your cheek as he tilts your chin for a tender kiss, wanting to cherish this moment. As much as you want to indulge him and relish this moment, the growing sound of clicking heels interrupts the saccharine air of your post-orgasm bliss.

You shoot out of his infirmary bed, standing up straight and wiping the remaining sweat off your face in a flash, just in time for RAD's nurse to pull back the curtain and stick a thermometer in his mouth without a word. A minute passes silently without them acknowledging your presence. until the thermometer's beep cuts through the still air.

"Hm." The nurse pulls the thermometer out of his mouth and jots down the reading onto their clipboard.

"Professor called ahead for this one. Sweating, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, abnormal behavior in class, sluggish and lethargic disposition. Sounds like a classic fever." The nurse turns towards you.

"You live in the same building, correct? Make sure he gets home safe and gets plenty of rest and fluids. He should be fine by Monday if he listens and takes some standard fever-reducing medicine from the drugstore. He's to stay strictly on bedrest until he can stand without losing his balance. "

"Oh don't worry. He'll definitely be getting that bedrest."

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[benswoleeo]

a minty not-so-berry build that was lost in my drafts for a while! -=+=- "minty starter home" on the gallery -=+=- ᵍᵃˡˡᵉʳʸ ⁱᵈ ⁻ ᵇᵉⁿˢʷᵒˡᵉᵉᵒ

[blazethecheeto]

folklore was made for the sara oliver and laurel situation change my mind. this has been in my drafts for a year bear with me. silly blaze rant below have fun

august? sara and oliver's affair.

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"Back when we were still changin' for the better."

"Wanting was enough."

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"And I can see us twisted in bedsheets"

"August sipped away like a bottle of wine""

"Cause you were never mine"

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(ALSO WEREN'T THEY LITERALLY SIPPING WINE IN THE BED WHEN THE GAMBIT SUNK?!?!1)

cardigan? laurel and oliver.

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"Chase two girls, lose the one."

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"But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss. I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs."

"And I knew you'd come back to me."

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(THIS ENTIRE SONG. IS. SO. LAURIVER.)

my tears ricochet? laurel cursing at oliver's grave when she thought he was dead, and then oliver visiting hers when she died.

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"And you're the hero flying around, saving face"

"And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?"

"Cursing my name, wishing I stayed"

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"And I can go anywhere I want"

"Anywhere I want, just not home"

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"You turned into your worst fears"

"And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain"

"Crossing out the good years"

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(i could rant for years about this song, the grave parallels are too much. anyways-)

this is me trying? sara, especially when she came back.

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"I've been having a hard time adjusting"

"I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting"

"I didn't know if you'd care if I came back"

"I have a lot of regrets about that"

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"So I got wasted like all my potential"

"And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad"

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(oh my god especially with the 'could have followed my fears all the way down')

illicit affairs? do i even have to say it. (sara and oliver).

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"But it dies, and it dies, and it dies"

"A million little times"

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"Don't call me "kid"

"Don't call me "baby"

"Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me"

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exile? lauriver, especially s1.

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"I can see you standing, honey"

"With his arms around your body"

"Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all"

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"You're not my homeland anymore"

"So what am I defending now?"

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invisible string? that conversation sara and oliver had about how everything started from them hooking up-

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"Time, curious time"

"Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs"

"Were there clues I didn't see?"

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"Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire"

"Chains around my demons"

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"Hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven"

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bonus bc my god this post is long: mad woman is sara's theme, betty is oliver begging laurel to take him back in s1, epiphany is sara, laurel, and oliver fighting together, seven is laurel and sara's bond, peace is sara or oliver saying to their partners that their life is fucked up and they can't be peaceful, hoax just has arrow vibes for some reason. the lakes is so nysara coded for no reason.

[gracieblood]

girls when their problems were myriad they were having their period: