#zephyr answers silly questions

[leastgayphightingphan]

[undasura]

what kind of music do the sillies listen to

even though this is like the first oc question many people think of i always struggle to answer it..

rali listens to a lot of dnb/jungle (??? maybe????)

for zephyr i had to look up the genres of a specific band that i think encapsulates her vibe and wikipedia dot org said post rock/jazz rock. i specifically really associate sever by karate with her because it Feels like her . to me (also karate was the band in question)

[eros-ghoulette]

I know how to make it pretty again

Ifrit finds a feather. (it's basically pure fluff)

Characters: Ifrit, Zephyr Word count: 535

Ifrit was still just in a tank top and sweatpants when he walked through the gardens. It was early, the sun had just risen, and the world was covered in cold dew, still waiting for the day to dry it. A few flowers were growing in the grass, contrasting the deep green with their bright colours. Birds were flying around, chirping happily. The guitarist kicked a stone, his tail swinging lazily behind him. He was tired but knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep. There was a song stuck in his head, but Ifrit also feared destroying the peaceful moment, so he didn’t bother to hum or sing it.

There was something shiny a few meters away, and Ifrit approached it: a feather. It was brown, but with blue in it, and the ghoul picked it up. He had seen a bird with this kind of feather a few times, but close up the colour reminded him of Zeph.

Ifrit carefully put the feather in his pocket; he wanted to show it to them. Maybe it was a silly gesture, but he couldn’t care less. The feather was pretty, but not as pretty as they were, and Ifrit felt the familiar prickle in his stomach as he thought about the air ghoul.

The halls were still quiet, a few siblings greeting him as he slid through the corridor, heading back to the ghoul wing to make himself breakfast. The kitchen wasn’t empty, though, the smell of coffee reaching his nose before he entered the room.

Ifrit quietly entered, but Zephyr noticed him nonetheless. His hands sneaked around their waist, fingers tickling the soft skin of their tummy, gliding through the fluffy feathers of their happy trail. Zeph tried to get away from him, moving their body so their backside pressed against the fire ghoul, who chuckled cheekily.

“Stop that, you moron,” they told him, trying to hold back the giggle.

Ifrit grinned cockily, hiding his face at the back of their neck, but he stopped. His hands stayed around Zeph's waist.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah,” the fire ghoul nodded, voice muffled. His fingers were playing with Zeph's happy trail again, enjoying the way the air ghoul moved away when the touch got too light; they were incredibly ticklish.

They poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Ifrit, turning in his arms.

“So, where have you been?” they asked with a raised eyebrow.

“In the gardens, I took a walk,” he answered and reached into his pocket.

“Look!” Ifrit held the feather in front of their face, the excitement written all over his. But it got lost a bit as he saw that the feather wasn’t as perfect any more; his pocket had demolished the individual fibres. Now there were big gaps, and it looked oily.

“Oh…” he said quietly and looked quite disappointed with himself.

Zeph tilted their head, a questioning gaze.

“It looked really pretty, like your feathers,” the other explained. “But my pocket destroyed it…”

Zeph's gaze softened a bit, their heart aching as they saw how upset he was.

“It’s not destroyed, ‘frit. I know how to make it pretty again,” they told him and kissed his cheek on a whim.

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i don't like it tbh, but i really just wanna lay down now so i post it nonetheless

i would appreciate reblogs really much <3

[idrisofficial]

every character in the rebellion is either having a formal rebellion meeting or just hanging out (you decide) in like a mcdonalds or dennys or roadside diner, etc at 3 am. what's the vibe, what are they talking about, what do they order, who's sitting next to whom, does zephyr dip his fries in his milkshake?

im answering the most important question first here, yes, zephyr does dip his fries in his milkshake. he also dips all the fries he steals from alya in his milkshake.

the vibe is insane. we're opting for waffle house but im calling it some form of a rebellion meeting so roll with me here pretend they have waffle houses in idris complete with the horrible neon lighting and everything. probably it is 2am and everyone was awake and miserable so rowen decided to take them all to waffle house and do something "practical" with their night by talking strategy over pancakes and syrup.

they keep getting sidetracked. rowen is chugging coffee and jittering as though she might collapse any minute. she can't really focus. evander is making stupid jokes that everyone can't help but laugh at and proposes increasingly unhinged ideas for garnering public support/attention. alya smiles more possibly than anyone has seen her and definitely orders a stacked burger no one thinks she'll finish (she does). zephyr orders the same burger to be cool (he does not finish it) (he eats too many fries). killia is doing his best to stay on topic and probably does the best job of anybody but him and evander hype each other up too much he also gets silly. he also definitely gets into a long conversation with their server before they order food and everyone gets pissed at him bc they're hungry. seren is overstimulated to hell and back but seeing everyone else happy makes him happy. the crew all threw rocks at nova's window to try to get him to come but but he isn't there bc when nova falls asleep it's literally like the man is fucking dead. he's passed out in his room while all of this happens and laments missing out on the waffle house experience the next day

[zifey]

with ur ocs, im curious about that other comic idea u mentioned, think it called post mortem on twitter, what would it be about? and with izzy stuff, possible doodles would be cool since u said u wanna focus more on the other comic idea for now! also, im kinda curious about zephyrs design, i hope this isnt spoilery, but i wonder if those little wings might mean theres something supernatural about the character or not 🤔

Thank you for asking!! In short, Post_Mortem will be a comic about trauma, tyranny, friendship, and purgatory! That’s all i can really say about it now haha (for spoiler reasons). I haven’t mentioned it here quite yet, but the comic will be out in only a few months! First chapter is set to be out mid-June if everything goes well, on the neocities I’m almost done with (will post the link here when it’s done). When it comes out, I’m planning to make a tumblr page for it so people can ask questions and interact with me more about it specifically, so stay tuned for that!

As for Izzy and Elegy’s seperate story, “Izzy and the Necromancer”, yeah you’re correct, i’m not focusing on that so much at the moment, since i am on the Post_Mortem grind rn lol. I will for sure post about it here and there though! I still love my little sillies.

Since you asked about Zephyrs wings.. i feel the need to answer your question but… it’s a little complicated… The story takes place from Elegy’s perspective for the most part, so it’s sort of how she sees him I guess? The wings are more metaphorical than literal, he’s a person she’s been very close to for a long time. He’s the first person she came out to, and someone who’s always had her back, and so she views him as i suppose “a little angel” in her own emo way. She totally looks up to him since he’s mostly got everything figured out (college, relationships, family, etc) and everything seems to work out for him all the time (or so she thinks) That’s the best explanation I can give!! :P

[ask-baby-arceus]

Masterpost

Welcome! This is a side-blog meant for sillier and more nonsensical scenarios compared to my other blogs!

(I’m on mobile so I apologize for any formatting/grammar errors) It’ll follow a more traditional ask blog style format.

Synopsis: You wake up in a strange place with a little baby Arceus who wants to play with you. How will you play?

Rules:

1. Outside of the tumblr tos, I ask that you’re at least 14 to interact with this blog. While there will be no nsfw, there may be some PG-13 content.

2. Just be kind and patient. This is just a blog meant for fun.

3. I don’t mind if you ask multiple questions, but they may all not get answered right away

4. Fanart and character interactions are very much encouraged and will be cherished! I also will do my best to respond to them and possibly even draw my own fanart!

Just keep in mind that Zephyr is a young, so please don’t be weird with them.

5. Feel free to be goofy and weird. Zephyr loves goofy and weird! Characters from any universe can pretty freely come in and when interacting with the blog. Zephyr doesn’t care, as long as you’re not boring!

Important links:

main blog: @candys-mewporium

Spinoff Blog: @ask-an-anxious-hoopa

Rotomblr blog: @two-blue-mews

Other Blogs: @ask-a-witchy-braixen

Toyhouse (may contain character spoilers)

Important information (so far):

You are in the Dreamscape, a place that can connect dreamers from multiple universes.

You were summoned here by Zephyr, a baby Arceus who is currently sleeping so he can gain enough power to wake up and transform into his ethereal form.

Zephyr is around 500 years old and just wants to play with you and get advice for being an Arceus is ya have it!

Mama is Zephyr’s caretaker and the one who runs the Dreamscape. She’s tasked with raising him until he wakes up. She’s been teaching him about life and the universe.

Mama is protective of Zephyr and reveals that he’ll likely be waking up soon. She’s mentally preparing herself for it.

Mama gives you free access to the dreamscape as long as you don’t cause any issues.

Ellie and Tim are Zephyr’s best friends and visit almost every night when they dream!

Zephyr has promised Ellie that he will come and rescue her from her home once he wakes up.

The gems around Zephyr are type gems that will transform into type plates and hide across the universe. It will then be Zephyr’s job to collect all of them and master all the typings.

Zephyr is a huge fan of the Ash Ketchum in his universe!

Characters:

“Zephyr” - Open for asks

Arceus? - any/all (usually goes by he/him) - bab (mentally and physically between the ages of 5-10) - lvl. 5 - normal type - quirky - doesn’t really have a flavor preference - “impetuous and silly”

Height: three feet and five inches (but can change to be smaller or bigger depending on who he’s talking to)

A little baby Arceus. Where did he come from? Why is he here? Why so smol? 

Ask Hints:

How old are you?

Why do you not look like any other Arceus?

Do you have any friends?

Do you have an Ash Ketchum in your world?

What are those gems around you?

Try playing a game with him!

“Mama” - open for asks

Cresselia - she/her - thousands of years old - lvl. 76 - psychic type - serious - neutral in tastes - “alert to sounds”

Height: four feet and ten inches

Caretaker and “mother” of Zephyr

She’s quite fond of younglings

Ask Hints:

What happened to the original Arceus?

Why do you look so tired?

Are you Zephyr’s biological mom?

How old are you?

Why don’t Absols exist in your universe?

Why is Zephyr in the dreamscape?

Ellie and Tim - Temporarily open for asks

Ellie and Tim are Zephyr’s “best friends”, coming to visit him every night when they go to sleep.

Ellie (she/her) is a lvl. 8 Buneary

Tim (he/him) is a level 6 Snom

Ask Hints:

How did you meet Zephyr?

What’s on Ellie’s head/the collar around her neck?

Wait, what people in lab coats?

What is Tim thinking about?

Where are they from?

Try playing a game with them!

[save-me-phantom-ghoul]

Little Zephyr ghoul ficlet <3, the lack of content for ghouls from the early eras makes me so sad so I caved and wrote something a while ago, this is incredibly self indulgent

419 words

Cotent includes: implied chronic issues for both characters, they/them Zephyr, could be read as Reader or who ever else you'd like

The night was quiet, peaceful. Like the world knew of the soft moment happening in a room, down one of the many halls of the abbey. A secret shared between the earth, and the two individuals swaying back and forth together, dancing to what ever vinyl was grabbed and set to play.

An awfully sweet scene, really. Ones arm wrapped securely around the others waist, supporting their forever aching body, head tucked into the neck of their partner whilst they quietly hum along.

It was rare for the pair to get a moment like this, a chance to just exist together. One, if not both, flooded with tasks or having a particularly rough time with their bodies ailments day to day.

As the track faded into the next song, Zephyr raised their head from its resting place, taking in their partners appearance, lovely eyes taking the time to memorize the same features they can't help but see as a painting, a song of love and tragedy all the same.

"Why me?" They ask, soft, a whisper that could've been mistaken as apart of the song in the background. But their partner has spent to many hours in the day, to many in the night, listening and remembering their voice to mistake it for another's.

"Why not you." Is the response, murmured instantly, not a thought to it. It would be the answer to that question in any lifetime. Always them, forever for them.

"There are many other options." The air ghoul reasons, there was stronger options, sweeter options

Options that are less of a waste of body.

They try not to think so negatively, but it's hard sometimes, when to them, it's so blatantly true.

"None of them are you, my king." The amusement in their partners voice was evident, like the thought of being with anyone else was silly; and to them it was. Why would any one but Zephyr be the pinnacle of their universe. The sentiment made Zephyr melt, a dopey smile growing across their face. Tucking their head back into its rightful place against their partners shoulder, nose tucked against the pulse of their neck.

"What did I say about calling me that." A laugh threatened to break loose from their chest, their shoulders shaking gently.

"Forgive me." A returned silent laugh, an equally dopey smile. Two lovers swaying slowly to a soft melody. A gentle moment no one else would know of, a gentle moment shared between two people, for no one but themselves.

[sunshine-fighter-lad]

Quick Note

This is all just for fun and games!

I wanted to join in on the silly rp times.

Boundaries: Please don't be weird about it.

Pronouns: Any/All

(Shoutout to all the other RP accounts, specifically @ajax-lightning-zephyr for the inspo (and how to make this message))

Tags:

Helios-Asks = Answering Questions

Helios-Speaks = Normal Post

Helios-Reblogs = Reblogs

[leastgayphightingphan]

is the flicker azure or two time

nah. I (unfortunately) already kin two time and azure has never been in question as a potential kintype. Good guess tho :P

[hamsterrodent]

Oh, hello there!

Welcome to my little cave of funnies and sillies! I'm your host - you may call me Hamster or Spark - and I am glad to allow you to look at my wares (and by wares I mean art; I don't sell stuff lmao)

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My current hyperfixation is Pizza Tower, which is pretty much 99.99% of what I post here. Some other things I like are:

Pokémon | Kirby | Yoshi (the spin-off series; I like the Mario franchise as a whole, but I prefer the Yoshi games) | Ori WOTW | Poppy Playtime | Dandy's World | Eddsworld | The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC) | Rain World | Wobbledogs | Stray | Cattails (Original and Wildwood Story) | Tsuki's Odyssey | Castle Cats | Spooky Month | Steven Universe | Warriors/Warrior Cats | Wings of Fire

And perhaps some other things that aren't coming to my mind rn!

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My AUs

Orchestra Tower (Pizza Tower)

Pizzastructure (Pizza Tower/Rain World)

My OCs

Rattino (Pizza Tower)

Mousie Medic (Poppy Playtime)

Randall Raccoon (Poppy Playtime)

The Whisperer [and Jeremy] (Rain World)

The Chieftain (Rain World)

Birds Grasping Hope [BGH] (Rain World)

Zephyr (Mario)

Comb the Honey Pot (Dandy's World)

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Underneath are some questions so y'all don't have to ask!

Q: What will you never draw/are uncomfortable drawing?

A: NSFW is something I will NEVER draw ever-ever-EVER! Other than that, I'm uncomfortable drawing detailed gore and organs, but I don't mind drawing a bit of blood and body horror (<-Fakie's fault).

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Q: Do you do art trades and/or commissions?

A: I am very much open to art trades! But I don't do commissions; money transfer confuses me..

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Q: Would you draw other people's OCs if requested?

A: As long as I feel as though I can make a good drawing of them, of course! But since it is a request (via ask box or message), I will not make it my main priority because there is nothing in it for me (other than making people happy 😁).

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Q: What do you do here?

A: Well, my dear friend(s), I post fanart (both digital and traditional), make characters, and be a goofball! In terms of asks, any asks that are directly speaking to a character, I will answer in character! I also accept RP asks!

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Q: There's so much stuff here! How do I find what I'm looking for?

A: Think of it as a library; everything is categorized! For any specific fandom, just put it into search! If you're looking for OCs, then type '[fandom name] oc' or 'oc: [OC's name]'. My special tags are 'hamster squeaks about stuff' (for random rants/things I say,) 'hamster answers stuff' (for when I answer asks), 'hamster's schoodles' (for the drawings I make at school), 'squeak your opinion!' (For polls), and 'hamster's holiday art' (for art I make specifically for a certain holiday, during that month). Squeakspark would be happy to help you find what you want!

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Q: Are you aware that you're supposed to put the fandom name with the character's name in tags?

A: I found that out a split second too late and never bothered to change it! So, if you're searching for characters in my blog, Squeaks will only be taking their first name! (Ex: 'pizza tower peppino spaghetti' -> 'peppino') However, characters with two-part names will have their name in full. (Ex: 'poppy playtime hoppy hopscotch' -> 'hoppy hopscotch').

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Q: What if I only want to see YOUR art? Not reblogs?

A: Well, I don't reblog much. However, I will not put the main tags (fandom, character) and I will lable these as 'not my art'. The only tags I will put are OC tags ('[fandom] oc', 'not my oc', '[name of oc]'). This is because I do not have an art tag for myself. (The only posts I will keep the main tags are for art trades/commissions)

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Q: What about if we wanna see only your art, not your info posts?

A: Unfortunately, that is not possible. The only solution I can offer is searching either 'traditional art' or 'digital art', as text-posts do not have either of these. Sorry!

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Q: Are we allowed to draw your characters?

A: Absolutely! As long as you do not draw them in NSFW situations, then you're good to go! (And for anything like strong gore or really suggestive stuff, please private message me so I can give you the ok!)

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Q: Do you plan on being very active here?

A: I usually draw tons of things on days I feel particularly inspired+have the time, and then use those as a stockpile of scheduled art. So, most of my art is scheduled so I don't forget to post. I usually schedule these for 7:00 AM and 4:00 PM, though I may post more on some days. It depends.

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Q: What are the rules for asks?

A: No NSFW asks, and don't ask the same thing over and over. If I have already answered the question, the first ask I get about the same topic, I will put a link to that answered question. Any more, and those'll be thrown out. As for in-character asks, they are not omnipotent; anything they do not know will be answered by yours truly! And for RP asks, I will not tag the reblogs other than 'RP chain [#]', just for my own sanity..

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Q: Since your main thing is Pizza Tower, what can we expect from your blog?

A: Well, whenever I feel like I'm being drawn back into some of the other fandoms I like, I might draw them. So be on the lookout! But mostly, it's Pizza Tower.

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Q: Do you make OCs?

A: Well, I'm not a big OC maker. But I do like doing it! And I won't be making them super important because I'm insecure.. I'll probably try to limit it to one OC per fandom, but I may make more for it depending on the fandom.

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Q: What are your priorities on here?

A: Here's my simple answer;

commissions* > art trades > daily art > asks > drawing requests

*: IF and WHEN I choose to start doing those

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[anunusualsiren]

"Oh...uh. yeah, right. Silly me..." He said in a slight embarrassed tone. Brodie was a siren like Zephyr. He should know the power their voices had. He did know that. So why was he acting like he didn't? Well there was no time to contemplate the answer to that question as he was suddenly surprised with being pulled onto Zephyr's lap, his eyes widening. It took him a moment after the other male closed his legs for Brodie to recover from his surprise and shifted his body so he was straddling him comfortably. "I..I see..." He said to him confirming they'd be making out more as he got a bit distracted by him taking his hands and moving them up his torso. Because of that, it didn't quite register to him what was said, though it did the fact that something was said. That's why Brodie was able to pull away his eyes from the guy's torso to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, what?"

Zephyr leaned back and laughed. "You are so cute. You don't need to apologized. He is fine, especially after I told him to find someone to have fun with while you and I have fun." He said and patted on his thigh. He then in two easy movements, pulled Brodie into his lap. He closed his legs so the other would adjust and get comfortable. "We make out of course. We do something fun." He smiled at him. So far all Brodie had communicated with him was that either he was very inexperience as a siren or very inexperience overall. Hell it could be both. He had to be careful with this one, he thought. That's why he started with his hands, taking both of them and slowly dragging him over his torso. He had a lot of glitter to take off, so it was probably as good as if it wasn't there, but Brodie would feel the hair...and the muscles beneath it. "Is this the first time you see a performance of mine? You do not seem like a fan." " He asked him

[vorish-wonderland]

so, I decided to write a story about my ocs for once, aha... not twst ocs (tho I do have a few of those) just some of my general ocs from a story I made! if you have any questions, I'd be more than happy to answer! ok, onto the story!

Includes: soft/safe vore, comfort vore!

✮✶Silly Stunt To Fit In✶✮

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Vola Vonnagon had another rough day at school today. After doing yet another dumb stunt, he found himself shrunk, no taller than 5cm. He's currently being carried around by his good friend, Zephyr Inzuah. He was just the right size to be held in the palm of her pale blue hand.

"Man... you're already so much taller than me normally..." Vola sighed, laying down on his friend's hand. "Now you're even bigger than normal."

"That's just 'cause you're even smaller than normal!" Zephyr said, gently patting her now tiny friend's head. "That was a really stupid thing to do, you know?"

"...I know." Vola kicks his legs back and forth. "It's just... I just want to fit in, Zeph! It's hard being the only human in a town full of aliens... I feel so damn out of place... I feel like I don't belong on my own planet..."

"Oh, Vola..."

Zephyr brings her tiny human friend up to her face and gives him a soft kiss on the head.

"I feel like I'm the alien sometimes..." Vola sighs. "I know humans are from earth and all, but... y'know, most humans have moved off-planet because of how destroyed it is... why'd my family have to stay? I can't even go to school without my O2 canister because my body might just decide to suffocate itself because of how toxic the air is to me... it just feels like I'm... not supposed to be here..."

"Awww, don't say that! If you didn't live here, we never would've met!" Zephyr smiles widely.

"Haha... I guess you're right..." Vola nuzzles his head against his friend's pale blue hand. "Hey, Zeph... could we head to your place?"

"Eh? Would your mom be ok with that?"

"Yeah, she trusts you... plus, she's at work right now, a-as always..."

"Oh! In that case, sure!"

Eventually, the pair make their way there, Zephyr's home, a few doors down from Vola's own house. Zephyr sits down of the couch, sets her tiny friend down on the side table, and puts on a show for the two of them to watch together.

"I guess I just kinda wish the world was... better, y'know, Zeph?"

Zephyr picks up Vola suddenly.

"C'mon, Vola... the world's not that bad."

"I know, I know.. it just feels like that sometimes..."

Zephyr thinks for a moment.

"You know what you need right now?" She giggles to herself. "Somewhere nice and warm and cozy and safe to stay for a bit until you feel better!"

Zephyr, suddenly and without warning, places Vola in her mouth and swallows him down.

"Huh-? Zeph-?"

"Shush, don't you worry about it... I promise I won't let you get hurt in there, Vola..."

"...I would've at least appreciated a warning"

"Yeah, sorry... the idea just came to me out of nowhere..." Zephyr lets out a little chuckle. "Welp, now you got a nice, safe, warm place to escape from the real world for a bit!"

"I guess you're right..." Vola sighs."thanks, Zeph."

"No problem..."

Eventually, the two childhood friends fall asleep together.

[stories-and-such]

“Are aliens real?”

“Yes, they are very real. I’ve met a few, actually. How many stars do you think there are in the sky?”

“One hundred billion. Do you think dogs can understand each other? Like when they bark, do you think they’re talking like how we are right now?”

“Maybe, but I also think they can actually talk, like in the movies, they just don’t talk around humans because, well, then everything would just be a mess. Do you ever wonder what it would be like to live inside of a book? As in like, be one of the characters in your favorite book?”

“Yes. I would want to live inside one of the ‘Harry Potter’ books because I love magic. Ohh! Or maybe one of the princess story books. That would be fun. Which book would you not want to get stuck inside of?”

“There’s a lot of books that I love, but would not want to live in. Let’s see, there’s ‘Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark’, ‘Twilight’, ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’, and any of the ‘Divergent’ books. Great books, terrible society. What’s your favorite color this week?”

“Yellow. Do you think vampires like ice cream?”

“Nah. They’re all lactose intolerant. If you had to choose one person to babysit you for a whole month, who would it be?”

“Aunt Jemma. Do you think dad watches over us?”

Daisy got quiet at that. This was just a silly game they had started a few years back; Lili was always a very curious kid, but she told Daisy she felt like she asked too many questions, so once a week the two of them would sit in one of the cars on the Zephyr, eating ice cream, and just ask each other questions. It was kind of like a lightning round on a game show, they’d go back and forth as fast as possible so they would answer honestly. Usually the questions were innocent; what’s your favorite food? What was your dream job growing up? Why does a cow have so many stomachs? Daisy never thought she would ask something like that about her father.

The topic of Lincoln and his death were never off the table. Daisy was always willing to talk about it with her, but just about the facts because that’s all they’d ever talked about. Lili had never asked about ‘what if’s’ or anything like that. Not that that was a bad thing, it’s just that she typically liked to stick to facts. She found more comfort in hard evidence rather than fairy tales made up to protect her. She was kind of forced to grow up a little faster than most. Her father died months before she was born, her mother is a SHIELD agent, her whole family works for SHIELD; she didn’t exactly have a normal childhood. Daisy tried her best to let her stay a kid, she never forced anything on her. She did tell her about Santa Claus and the tooth fairy and all those stories, but when Lili found out that Santa wasn’t real, she decided that she didn’t want to be lied to anymore. After that, she told her mom that she preferred the truth. And ever since then that’s all Daisy has given her.

Of course, Lili enjoyed the stories about the princesses and the magical kingdoms as much as any other kid did, but she never believed them to be true. She took the moral of the story and that was what she believed in, but she never let herself wish for her life to be like those of the princesses. She never wished for a fairy god mother because if she did, she knew all that awaited her was disappointment.

Daisy refocused on her daughter sitting next to her, waiting on her answer.

“Where’d that come from?” she managed to choke out. She couldn’t give her a solid answer just yet; that wasn’t something she liked to give a lot of thought to.

“I was talking to my friend Veronica and she was telling me about her grandfather that just passed away. She told me that in her culture they believe that when someone dies they go to heaven and watch over their loved ones. She said that she knows her grandfather is watching over them just like she knows that my dad is watching over us.”

“Umm, well,” Daisy began, not really sure how to both comfort her daughter and give her a solid, honest answer, “I’m not really sure what happens to us after we die. No one knows for sure; there’s absolutely no way of knowing for certain-”

“Mom, you’re rambling,” Lili chuckled. Daisy smiled. She knew her so well.

Daisy took a deep, calming breath and continued, “Right, well, I don’t really know if I personally believe that there is an afterlife, or heaven and hell, or anything like that, but I do sometimes take comfort from the thought that if there is, your dad is up there watching us. When it comes to things like that, it’s a leap of faith. If you want to believe that there is a heaven, then you can. If not, that’s fine too, but it’s just something that you have to decide for yourself; there’s no right or wrong answer.”

Lili looked deep in thought as she listened to her mother’s words. She knew she was right, but she just didn’t know how to put her faith in something that had not been scientifically proven to exist. She wanted to believe that there was something more, something after this life. She so desperately wanted to believe that her father was watching over them, protecting them just like he protected her mother when he was alive. She wanted to believe that one day she would have the opportunity to meet him, but she just didn’t want to be disappointed.

“How do you do it?” Lili asked.

Daisy gave her a puzzled look. “Do what, Lils?”

“How do you just blindly put your faith into something that science can’t prove exists?”

“You, missy, have been spending way too much time in the lab with FitzSimmons,” Daisy laughed. Lili chuckled along with her, but then her serious expression returned and her eyes begged her mom to give her an answer. Daisy sighed and continued. “Science can’t prove that an afterlife exists, but it also can’t disprove it. Look Lili, you can’t just rely on science. Life is not all about facts. It’s about putting your faith in things like other people, or religion, or in the hope that you’ll win the lottery despite the odds being against you. You have to let yourself hope and wish for things. It’s scary and sometimes it hurts and I know you don’t like to do those things for those very reasons, but life is not all sunshine and rainbows, no matter how much I wish it was. I wish you never had to get hurt, I wish I could protect you from everything and everyone, but I can’t, so you need to learn how to trust. Okay?”

Lili looked at Daisy with glossy eyes and leaned into her mother’s arms. “I think he is,” she whispered.

“What?” Daisy asked.

“I think dad is up there, watching over us. I like to think that he’s the reason that you come back safe from all your missions. Or the reason why I don’t feel lonely at night. Or why I have a friend at school. I think he might even be with us every time we do this.” She gestured to the two of them and to the car and the empty cups where their ice cream had been. “I want to believe that he’s around even though we can’t see him.”

Daisy put her arm around Lili and kissed the top of her head. “I think your dad would be very, very proud of the person you’ve become.”

“Really?” Lili asked as she pulled away from Daisy to look her in the eyes.

“Really,” Daisy reassured her. Lili went back into her mom’s arms and they just sat there for a little while until Daisy broke the silence. “You know, sometimes I think you’re too mature for your age. I mean, you’re nine and here we are having conversations like these.”

Lili laughed and said, “they don’t call me a little genius for nothing, mom.”

“No, they call you a little genius because you speak three languages and can understand what the hell FitzSimmons are talking about when they talk over one another.”

“Well, you spend enough time with them, you pick up on their conversations.”

Daisy laughed and they picked up their game where they had left off.

***

In heaven

“Where have you been? And why are you all smiley?”

“I was just visiting Daisy and Lili again,” Lincoln responded, the blissful expression on his face not fading.

“What was it this time? Was it another game of those where all they do is ask each other questions?” Hope asked. She’d watched one of those games with Lincoln once and she’d found it thoroughly entertaining; way better than tv.

“Yeah, it was another one of those,” Lincoln laughed. “The conversation took a bit of a turn, though. Lili asked about me and that led to a talk about if heaven exists or not.”

Hope chuckled a little. “That always amuses me. Well, now at least, because, ya know, we know it exists but they don’t, so it’s kind of funny.”

“Yeah,” Lincoln smiled. “I just loved that they finally had a heart to heart and talked about me without crying. Hearing Daisy tell Lili that I’d be proud of her and seeing the glimmer in her eyes when she heard that. Man… I swear there’s no feeling that can compare. Seeing the two of them so close and so happy… I just wish that I could be down there with them and that they could see me.”

“I know what you mean,” Hope sighed, a small smile still on her lips. “All I want to do is go running into my dad’s arms every time I go visit him. I just want him to see that I’m okay, that he doesn’t need to worry about me. But one day we’ll all be together again and that will be a feeling like no other.”

“You know, you’re a lot like Lili,” Lincoln smiled. “Wise beyond your years.”

Hope laughed. “Well, you have to keep in mind that I’m a lot older than I look.” Lincoln laughed along with her. She had been up here longer than he had, so she definitely had more knowledge and experience up here than he did.

“Your little girl, though,” Hope continued, “she is definitely special. I can feel it.”

“Yeah, me too,” Lincoln smiled, pushing a cloud to the side so he could see them; all of them. Daisy and Lili weren’t the only ones he watched over. No, he looked over everyone in the base. He made sure they got back from missions, made sure they were always well taken care of, and most importantly, he made sure they were happy. He had to take care of them, they were family.

“Hey, you wanna go play volleyball?” Hope asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Some of the other angels were talking about a tournament.”

“Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you later. It’s time for Lili’s bedtime story so I gotta-”

“Go do your thing,” Hope said before he could finish. “Say hi to them for me.”

“You got it,” Lincoln smiled and disappeared through the clouds.

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[lucid-fate-if]

What are the ROs birthdays? What would they like to get as a birthday gift?

RO's Birthday Dates! + Birthday gifts

(And Zodiac signs while I'm at it)

Mionii/Miokai/Mio

Birthday : June 28

Birthday gift : M is the type to want FANCY matching rings to brag about to the 'jealous rude peasants' when you look away to avoid getting scolded by you to be nice (or you might join in the mean bragging?👀) They'd actually appreciate your gift more than just using it for petty bragging but they'd never admit that!

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Akiyo

Birthday : January 15

Birthday gift : A very thin pointed Ink pen Fudepen. You can never have too many! Akiyo is unhealthily addicted to collecting Fudapens with different markings on them. Yours might be their new favorite!

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Saeko

Birthday : April 17

Birthday gift : anything that comes from you would be important to her, even a random rock you found on the ground. She will jump in fire to protect that gift though so beware-

Zodiac sign: Aries

Dante

Birthday : July 24

Birthday gift : A new body chain harness? This can be custom made by you or just any normal body chain harness. It's a cultural thing for his people to gift a person you really REALLY value a body chain harness and it would have him ecstatic!

Zodiac sign: Leo

Kaisen

Birthday : June 9

Birthday gift : something silly like a Magnifying glass and a brown coat for puerile reasons (he played detective a lot as a kid and would love to relive that). And he'd likely notice you want to buy him something and is subtly trying to bring get it out of him to know and he'd pretend to want something really weird (like a Pepa Pig printed socks :-:) and will have you buy it and make fun of you Shshjshd- (beware, this guy is very VERY observant and eight-faced- not even just two-faced 🚪🏃‍♀️)

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Fai

Birthday : December 19

Birthday gift : something hand made? A cute flower crown or a paper ring? He'd be quick to go mentally gush about you to his squirrel and bird friends too sksksjsj-

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Zephyr

Birthday : August 25

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Birthday gift : He's the type to annoyingly not tell anyone his Birthday (claiming its a waste of time) and his wished gift too (hides this one even more) but you'll know anyways sooooo, it's the Elm Road’s Summer Days candle set. Yes very specific XD. He just likes candles (especially ones you often buy for him, which will remind him of you 24/7)

???

Birthday : November 8

Birthday gift : something like a town/village scavenger hunt! She had often played scavenger hunts with her grandpa before ??? ?????? ??? ?????? and this would hit home. Hard.

Zodiac sign: Scorpio

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Hope this answers your question well anon! I know it's very specific and detailed, I got carried away because it was really fun to answer!🤸‍♀️

[drakenxemma]

Hii first thing first congrats reaching many followers, I always love your content please keep doing what you are passionate about. Here's my request for your milestone event, I hope you will like it ! 💗

Shy girl ! Emma where she changes all her appearance and likings for her crush, Draken, to be satisfied

summary: (read the request) pairing: draken x emma characters: draken | ken ryuguji, emma sano content: fluff, feelings warnings: // a/n: thank you so much for your sweet words (and for the song rec! omg, I loved it!). I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you'll appreciate it.💕

›› Fool for you

One's fears and insecurities lead to the most unimaginable nonsense. Emma is filled to the brim with those. And having a crush on Ken Ryuguji surely doesn't help.

Draken, Draken, Draken...

Draken is in her heart, he is in her thoughts, and in her dreams. He is in every page of her diary, in every song she listens to, and in the dark blue sky, among the stars she counts at night. Draken is everywhere.

Handsome and tall, caring and gentle, feral and strong, a daydream to the majority of her peers, both girls and boys.

«I will never stand a chance...» Sometimes she whispers that to herself, alone in the safe space of her room, where her dreams are big but reality hits hard.

Emma is so in love with him, sometimes she just stomps her feet and throws a tantrum in front of the mirror, out of frustration. Rejection has always been too high of a possibility, hence confessing her feelings is out of question. It would break her.

When they hang out together with the gang, or whenever Draken is at her place spending time with Mikey, she observes him and focuses on the smaller details. How he casually walks with his hands in his pockets, how the vein on his forehead gets visible whenever Mikey annoys him, how he smugly smiles talking about his bikes and his fights. By now, she knows what kind of music he likes, what kind of girls he admires, she even knows what kind of motorcycle parts and engines he wants to get his hands on.

«Maybe» she thinks out loud, «maybe there's a way I can win his heart.»

Headphones on, and play. The noisiest punk-rock song, of a band she heard him mention before, starts piercing her eardrums. One track, then two, and three, and four... Despite the unpleasant pangs in the pit of her stomach at the thunderous sounds of these albums, she goes on listening to them the whole night.

«Draken! What do you think about that one piece? They rocked it, right?»

«Huh?» He looks confused, and wary to a certain extent. But in the end he just hesitantly smiles. «It's good, I guess.»

Not the type of reaction she was hoping for, tho.

Shades of black on her eyelids, red lipgloss and leather jacket, she rushes to him one night, at the end of a Toman meeting. «Oi, Draken!»

«Who is th— Emma?» He gapes, blinking a little. But he doesn't look that positively impressed.

As they walk side by side, he is particularly quiet.

«Draken?»

«Hm?»

«Did you find those new spark plugs for Zephyr?»

He abruptly stops and frowns. «Since when do you know what a spark plug is and why do you care about Zephyr all of a sudden?»

A weird, uncomfortable feeling boils over in Emma's chest. But she nonetheless answers: «I've been surrounded by Shin and Mikey's bikes for ages. Of course I know what a spark plug is.»

«I see...»

It's starting to get on her nerves, the way all her efforts are just resolving in a string of failures.

«What is it that you're hiding there?» She asks, pointing at Draken's hand fidgeting with the pocket of his jacket.

«Huh, it's nothing.»

«Come on!» She pokes at his arm, giggling. «What is it?»

«I said it's nothing!» He snaps and pulls away, far too irked.

Emma withdraws her hand, as her smile slowly dies on her lips.

«I'm sorry, Emma. It's just that—» He breaks off, and pulls a keychain out of his pocket. A small and fluffy teddy bear hangs from it, looking even tinier on the palm of his hand. «When I saw it, I thought you would like it. I'm not so sure about it anymore, and I feel stupid.»

Emma freezes and blushes, tears forming in her eyes. «I love it. Can— Can I still have it?»

«It doesn't suit your leather jacket.»

«It's not my leather jacket. I—»

«All these changes... Don't get me wrong, you look cool like that, and if you're doing this for yourself, then go on. But if, by any chance, you're doing this for me, then please, stop already.»

Emma turns her back on him, to hide the pain and all the feelings written all over her face. «You won't ever like me, will you?» She asks, her voice breaking and her tiny fists clenching.

«I like you more than I can tell and, as pretty as you are like this, I want you to know that my blushy and tender Emma, who hates on Zephyr and wouldn't ever say no to her cute world made of pink and teddy bears, is the Emma I am in love with. I'm so sorry I made you feel like you needed to change for me.»

Emma is too emotional and shy at the moment, and her heart is beating too fast to even think to face him.

«Emma? Would you please turn around or, you know, tell me I didn't just make a fool of myself? I feel stupid. I might die, right now...»

Emma feels stupid, too. Just as much as Draken. And she giggles knowing, tonight, that her love is everything but unrequited.

[ren-c-leyn]

Hello Ren!

I hope you're doing well this fine evening (at least for me evening).

I've a question or a few more regarding your WIP(s).

Is there anything special you really like about your characters, couples or world building?

Was there an aspect of world-building you really adored?

I'm doing pretty good, I hope you're doing well too, Leia <3

Each of my characters have something special about them that really stand out to me.

Like in The Shackles of Time I love Emlyn's humor, I love how Arlen and Cherrenth play off of each other, I love how Wyndulin is a major deal in that world but how everyone who knows him just treats him like some dude, I love how deep Merle's thoughts can get even though she has a one track mind when it comes to most things, Night's perspective is interesting too how she usually separates herself from what's going on around her, and then there's Bramble's general bubbliness and Cassandra's quiet worrying.

As far as couples, I only have the two I'm working with at the moment so this is an easy answer ^^

I really like how Glenn and Zephyr play off of each other, and how neither one of them are afraid to be silly or affectionate, and how neither of them are afraid to get into trouble because they know the other one will back them up no matter what.

For Wyndulin and The Time Keeper, it's something harder to define. The only way I can think to explain it is the sense of a long, shared history they give off. The grief, the little jokes, the trust it takes for them to show Wyndulin their face, that all took a long time and several adventurers to build between them. They're more than just lovers, they're best friends, adventuring companions, and former party members. I also love how that long history has ended with them kind of becoming the co-parents of this guild of misfits and weirdos who are living the dream that they had once had when they were younger - an adventuring guild full of found family to come home to after a long day on the road. I also love how they both share this fierce protectiveness over the generations that came after them, working hard in their own ways to make sure these kids didn't have to face the horrors they did.

As for an aspect of my world building I really adored - The guild system, floating islands, ancient dragons, The Fel, the lost cities, and The Shadowed Gates all stand out among the many Shackles of Time's greatest hits. But really, there's not an aspect of that world I don't love. The history of the guilds, the dozen or so mini-magic systems, and the aftermath of a war with a literal God, like it has a lot going on and I love all of it. Even more so because it blends so seamlessly together. All of these ridiculously self-indulgent pieces fit into a beautiful world and I couldn't be happier about it.

Thanks for stopping in ^^ I hope you have a lovely day/evening.