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Evan, do you like Bionicle?

Looking up while blowing a small raspberry, Evan brushes the back of his head with his hand

“I guess? I know it’s really similar to puzzling with legos and stuff, but with more joints. I only got to play with them a few times with one of my cousins, back when dad kept dropping me off at his house while he and my cousin’s parents went off talking business or whatever” he rolls his eyes

“It was pretty fun though. I think we mixed in euhm, those round guys- ba- bakugan? Yeah I think it was that, together with those bionicle stuff for some silly makeshift obstacles to hit against” he chuckles, hands on his hips as he looks at the foot he was stimming

“You know, I haven’t heard from him in decades. My cousin I mean. He wasn’t half bad honestly, I had the best memories with him during that time. He was pretty nice to me, and sis when he got to see her. Come to think of it, it was kinda my dad that didn’t want me interacting with them him and his parents out of nowhere. The only genuine people from that side. Go figure” he hums, eyes lost in thought

He shakes his head with a wave of his hand “Anyway, yeah to answer ya question I’d say sure. I haven’t really thought about bionicles in a long time, mostly cause I didn’t really get a chance to play with them much as a teen and then stuff got busy so” he snorts with a shrug

“Maybe I’ll go see what sets they got in the shop soon and try making em with Neo” he grins and finger guns with one hand

“Thanks for the question!”

*Authors note: this is partially based on my own life experience 😇 I know too little of bionicle beyond a few play sessions, and see they’ve discontinued it since 🫣

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Bring Hell and Waters, High

This little snippet got completely away from me. Enjoy some nonsensical sea dangers and adventure - song refs at the bottom

Word count: 5728

Swish

Blub

Swish

Glub blub

Swish

Blub

The dark liquid swished to and fro as she rocked the bottom of a bottle, holding it up to a lantern light by its neck

Swish

Blub

Swish

Glub blub

She sighs heavily, resting the bottle on her stomach where she laid inside the dinghy-boat on deck, half repaired and swinging in the quiet

“Well this isn’t real, so a swig won’t matter” she mutters to no one, staring at the bottle, rubbing the side of it idly with her thumb

A small piece of cork inside it bobbed along with the liquid, like a ship on rocky waters

Glub blub

Blub

Glub blub

The rumbling of approaching thunderstorms could be heard in the distance

It wouldn’t sink

She sighs and rolls her eyes, popping the cork on top open with her thumb

Before she can think of taking a swig however, something moves on the empty deck

She’s on her feet in a blink, cutlass in hand with the bottle attached onto her belt

She sneers into the darkness

“Show yourself. I don’t take kindly to stowaways, not even in my head. Especially, not in my head” she growls the last bit, all too aware of the havoc that’s been happening to her soul

Souls. Demons. Nasty memories

She preferred dealing with the Mer

She rolls her eyes when the image of Lucas persists in her minds eye at the thought, stretching her wrist holding the cutlass

“I stand by my point. I prefer dealing with fish guts” Abeni mutters, taking a careful step forward

A movement-

Her cutlass sings in the air with her speed and ferociousness, destroying the barrel before her to splinters

There’s a high pitched scream, more movement-

Her blade sings!

Brown eyes-!

“You-! Fuck!” The blade finds itself imbedded in the floor instead, a hairs breath away from the

Kid

Cowering on the floor right beside it, small hands covering their face, ratty hair shaking over it and their eyes

The rumbling in the distance sounded deeper, gutteral, closer

A lil cloth covered piece of glass laid at their feet, a red tinged makeshift dagger

Abeni huffs

“What the hell are you doing here? Fuck mate you know better than to be sneaking around me!” Abeni’s tone is agitated, and perhaps a bit shaken at having almost stabbed her future self

It’s the only reason she hadn’t noticed the state the kid was in, making her wince as a powerful lightning strike struck close, the thunderous sound deafening as the deck got lit up

Open scab marks, bleeding hands and open knees, broken boots drenched in an undefinable dark substance, and frame rattling in its paper thin skin

She could hear thuds on the wood, the scrapes and the groans, and she knew it wasn’t just water hitting the sides of the ship

“Najma did always say you got the worst ones” Abeni mutters, before immediately shrugging off her fancy, thick and warm coat, reaching to pick Odette right up with one arm and haphazardly tossing the coat around her

“Nah nah you ain’t fighting me, hush” she shushes, easily ignoring Odette’s slight attempts at fighting Abeni off in her lingering panic, and wincing slightly as the kids blunt nails dug into her “Yeah, just hold on”

She carries her smaller self over to the sailboat as stuttering and awful guttural moans are heard along the edges, along with the sound of something scratching the wood as she deposits Odie onto the inside of the sailboat, pulling the coat tight around her

“Stay put” Abeni huffs, stumbling back over to the other side to the cabin door, tossing it open and running up to one of the hammered in cabinets, grabbing bandages, salve, a nearly empty bottle of disinfectant-

There’s groans in the darkness-

“Well good thing I still got- ah fuck” Abeni huffs as she pulls up the bottle she’d had swinging on her hip

The cork was crumbled on the bottom, broken apart from dry heat, the same that had absolutely evaporated its contents despite the cork on top

In fact that cork was dried out as well, crumbling inside the bottle with a mere tap of her thumb, making Abeni sigh with a glance at Odette on the sailboat

“No happy-go-lucky dreams around the kid, I get it” she huffs with a roll of her eyes, tossing the now empty bottle to the side and clipping the bottle of disinfectant to her belt instead, one handedly carrying over the rest of the medical supplies as scratching and scrapes got louder in the darkness

“Would’ve probs calmed her down though but whatever. Alright show me your hands- no no” Abeni nudges the coat aside a bit despite Odette’s attempts at hiding “Hey hey, eyes on me. What’s out there isn’t real- Odie” she’s snapping her fingers in front of Odette’s face, making Odette flinch a little and look at her

“Look at me okay. Ya gotta help me with this. I only got one functioning hand and biting off bandages with your teeth sucks. So you’re gonna have to hold it for me. Keep looking here” Abeni goes to work quick, drawing Odette’s attention back sharply any time it seemed her eyes were being drawn to the sounds and shadows beyond the deck

Before long there’s a pile of bandages ready to be used, and the scratching had faded to harsh slapping waves instead, the wood around them creaking from the force

“Okay so this is gonna hurt like a fish slap in the face and then some. If you know fish scales then you know they sting. Here. You can bite my thumb” Abeni hums, unsheathing the small dagger with its wooden thumb from her prosthetic, handing it over to Odette before grabbing the disinfectant she’d prepped

“You ready? Three, two-“ she counts rapidly, quickly soaking the worst injury right before she’s done counting, making quick work of tying the bandage right after

Despite her warning Odette had barely made a peep, her flinch small and her face scrunched tight where she was biting the thumb, waiting for Abeni to be done, which makes her past self chuckle

“Tough mate huh? Well you were me once” Abeni grins wry, wiping Odette’s face but saying nothing of her tears, letting her sit up with a brave little sniff as she tossed the remains of the supplies aside

“So? Ya were fighting a zombi?”

Immediately the crashing waves beyond the deck are replaced by howls and moans, louder and hungrier than before, with nails scratching the wood like chalkboard

Odette immediately has her hands over her ears again, the makeshift dagger she’d dropped before back in one of them, the other still holding Abeni’s dagger

Weapons of two past lives, in inexperienced hands, mirrored in its uselessness for safety by how they felt in comfort

Abeni tsks

“None of that kid, it’s all fake in here. You don’t gotta be living it twice-“

“I’m not a kid”

Abeni raises a brow and snorts out a laugh “Yes you are. You’re a squirt. You barely reach my damn knee and weigh less than a sack of peas. You’re the kiddiest kid to ever kid” Abeni taunts, grinning snarkily at Odette as Odie glowers at her

The waves slap at the sides, the wood creaking ominously as water slapped onto the deck

Her fingers itch by her side, missing a familiar weight

“I’m not-!!”

“S’not a bad thing though. Kids get to be pirates” Abeni interrupts her shout, looking around some of the barrels beside the dinghy, searching for a blanket of some sort while watching Odie with a smug expression “Like me”

Blind eyes stare in the distance-

“Huh-but-but-but-!”

“Buttbutt”

Abeni snickers as Odie fumes

“But-but-Argh! Stop it!” Odie yells angrily at Abeni, annoyed by her relentless taunting and she crosses her arms with a deep glowering pout

Stormy wind whistles around them, the edges of tied up sails flapping-

Abeni cackles

“What? One of them toothless landlubbers grab ya tongue on the way in here?” She taunts with a gesture

Lightning and groaning clashing between each other

Odette breaks the stare-off first, huffing in the face of Abeni’s grinning

“Adults are pirates too. I’ve seen it!”

“Sure. They don’t get to be cool pirates though. Only kids are cool pirates. All the others are lame” Abeni snarks back with a chuckle, watching Odette frown with a hiccup

“Even-even the captain?” She asks incredulously, her brow furrowed above her eyes, pushing and prodding at Abeni’s most painful parts without a clue

She could feel those brown eyes burn a hole in her head

“Especially him” Abeni sighs dramatically, waving her prosthetic arm in a gesture “He was the lamest, dumbest, most boring, lumber-headed-“

“Lumber-headed? That’s not a word!”

“Sure it is! You sassing the storyteller? Rude” Abeni declares, grabbing and noogie-ing Odie’s head with her wooden fist, who shrieks

“Stahp! Stahp you’re pulling my hair! Ahhh!” She yells at Abeni, who snickers as she holds on a moment longer before relenting, rubbing her nose

“Yeah, especially him. Stupid lumber head wanted to become a landlubber. For dumb love“ she tsks, but there’s no real bite to it, turning quiet as she thought about her captain

Former captain

She was still stuck on that

“So because he wanted to be a landlubber, we all had to go find the best treasure of all treasures-“

She doesn’t react as Odette suddenly flinches before her, but she does huff an annoyed groan as she hears something smack onto the deck behind them, a spine-curdling screech following it as it presumably sees them

Between that and Odie’s screaming she was sure her own undeath memory ass was gonna go deaf

“Hey you stinkin’ lily-livered bilge-rat! We’re in the. Middle. Of a. Story!!” Abeni yells, turning deftly in the dinghy while grabbing Odie’s glass shard dagger out of her small hand, pulling back and tossing it full powered at the rotting face standing up beside the balustrade

It sings through the air and jabs full powered through its eye, making it shriek as its tossed right back over the balustrade it’d tried to climb on from the force of the toss

There’s already another hand reaching up-

“Well pipsqueak, guess we got company” she huffs, jumping off the dinghy and running up to the hand, yanking her cutlass from the ground on the way-

The undeath creature shrieks as its hand is chopped off the deck, throwing it off balance and falling back down with a swift kick from Abeni’s boot

“Hah! And stay down ya bilge rat-!”

Lightning thunders above

Lighting up the sea of corpses around them

She grimaces with a step back as undeath eyes look up at her, renewing their efforts to try and climb up the sides at the sight of her

“Ah shit- change of plans mate, we’re setting sail!!” She yells, holding onto her hat as she runs as fast she could to a thick rope tied on the deck, chopping another one on her way

The sails fall down just as she skids to a stop by the anchor wheel, pulling and heaving at it with a grunt

“What are you doing-?!”

“Kid! Get the last sail! Now!” She barks back at Odette, grunting as she turns the wheel “Now!!”

It takes but a second after her bark for her to hear small but rapid boot stomps rush towards the last sail just as more groans are heard from the side-

“What do I do-I dunno-!“

“Toss the rope like a pirate! Pull and heave! Heave!!” She yells just as another corpse climbs up the rope she herself was trying to loosen

A swish of her cutlass, a kick of her boot-

She hears the last sail clack open, feels the rush of the storm blow through it just as she frees the boat from its anchor

The ship surges forward and Odette screams as barrels and boxes start sliding back-

“Hold on kid!” Abeni yells, grabbing a rope and slashing it apart beneath her, lauging as she soars through the air

She lands and grabs Odette, rolling them both away from a rolling barrel and grabbing one of the mast, laughing as the barrel smashes through the balustrade and takes two corpses with it

“Look at you! Winning your first pirate fight!”

“There’s more!” Odie screams, and sure enough, more could be seen on the deck, having been tossed up by the initial surge of the ship blasting forward, with even more clambering the sides

The worst of Odette’s nightmares clambouring together

Abeni simply grins bright as lightning thundered and crashed around them, staring down at the sea of corpses trying to get to them

Hordes. Mers. Other pirates and privateers

What was the difference?

“I know! We’re in quite the pickle aren’t we? But we’ve got a few friends who can help us!” She yells over the storm and shrieks, grinning wry and almost maniacally down at Odette as she pulls up her hat

“Do you trust me?”

Odette looks scared, glancing between her and the ever approaching sea of death towards them

She swallows, and nods

“Atta kid! Now get to the bell while I hold 'em off! Ring it like your damn life depends on it mate! Go go go!” She yells, pushing Odette towards the birds nest, turning to face the horde while fixing her hat

“Like old times” she chuckles, jumping towards a box and pulling out a pistol from nowhere, cracking her neck

“BANG”

“BANG BANG BANG”

The gun is old and shouldn’t work that way, but she didn’t care

It worked because she wanted it to

“Haha!! Take that!” She cheers and cackles, taking out several more before she jumps in with her cutlass, taking out any that tried to get close to the birds nest mast

Odette was climbing, but she screams and scrunches her eyes as the wind howls around her

“Kid!! I need the backup!!”

“It’s too high! I’m-I’m scared!” She wobbles back, hugging the rope ladder tight

“Kid- ah fuck off!” She kicks off another walking corpse away “It’s fucking terrifying, but ya gotta keep going!!” Abeni yells up, tsk-ing as she sees it's doing nothing

Well it wasn’t her nightmare. She couldn’t make Odette believe her

None of them ever could

“Kid-Odie! Odie you did it for your tante!” She yells and grunts as she fights “You were brave for your tante!! You gotta be brave for us now okay?! You gotta be a pirate!”

“But-but I’m not a pirate!”

“Like hell ya ain’t kid! You’re climbing a real pirate's nest on a real pirate ship!” Abeni shouts, kicking and slashing at more corpses

Man these things reeked up close

“And you’re not alone! No pirate ever is! But ya gotta wake 'em dem lumbar-heads first!”

Odette gulps up above, staring down below with a wince before looking back up

The wind still billowed around her, the groans and shrieks still reaching her ears

“Ahahahhaha take that ya scoundrel!”

She gulps, and frowns hard as she steals her nerve, climbing the rest of the way up

“Atta kid” Abeni grins, reaching over to one of the barrels and tossing it to its side, giving a harsh kick towards a bunch of the corpses

“Take that- woah shit!” The ship lurches, tossing several off the deck and nearly her along with it, forcing her last second to stab the ground and hold on-

She couldn’t get back on her feet, and those stupid sacks of meat were crawling towards her now with their jagged nails-

They weren’t the only things

Shadowy Mer, dripping fangs

It was messing with her

She shoots, haphazard and off-aim, lurching this way and that where she held on tight to her dagger

Loosening, moving side to side with her-!

A shadow silently laughing as it tapped some more on its handle

The bell rings, like a siren through the din of groans and stormy winds, making the corpses shriek with every ding it made

Making the shadow dissipate in a shriek

“What the hell happened here-?”

“We’re under attack!”

“Who cut the anchor-?!”

“We’re in a storm!”

It’s immediate chaos on deck, person after person running out from the decks below, rising from the wood, jumping down the ropes, yelling with sword and guns in hand

Hordes. Mers. Other pirates and privateers

What difference did it make?

The crew knew what to do

She cackles amidst the chaos, amidst flying heads and rushing boots, of people flying overboard and swords singing through the air

“Abeni what the hell is going on?!”

“A battle. Now start kicking ass!”

“You couldn’t toss a blanket over it?!”

“Now where would the fun be in that!”

Abeni laughs and slaps Najma’s back, pushing her towards the horde and laughing as she gets a roll of the eyes back

Grabbing her abandoned coat back from the dinghy and tossing it half on, she finds a full bottle of rum beneath it, shining in the low light-

-She uses it to smash another corpses head in, laughing at the shards flying around-

-she runs and grabs another tethered rope, hacking it off from where it was tied and sailing up through the air as the weight on the other side rushed her up

The damage didn’t matter

She lets go, grabbing hold of the rope ladder at the last second and climbing the last bit up

“Ya did it captain! Ya woke up ya trusty crew!” She cheers as she climbs into the birds nest, grinning down a wide-eyed Odette

“Captain?”

“Yeah! You got the crew going didn’t you? You’re the captain right now!” Abeni boasts to Odette, plopping down her feathered hat onto her small head and pushing her to look to the side “Look! Even Toby’s in the action!”

True enough, the blind tank of man was lifting several corpses up with a roar, tossing them at a whole bunch and knocking them all overboard in one shot, making Abeni whoop up above

Odette stares in awe, watching the literal sea of corpses be brushed back into said sea, being hacked and tossed and barrelled down-

“But- you said the captain was dumb-“

“The old captain! You’re a kid captain! A cool one!”

There’s a small grin on Odette’s face

She winces as the ship lurches again, holding tight to the side as Abeni tsks

“Looks like we’re needed back down captain! Ships needs a-steering!”

“But-but where to!? I dunno where to go!”

“Well that’s why ya need a navigator don’t ya?” Abeni grins cheekily, patting her hip “Come on, hop on! Our crew needs us captain!” She cheers

Glancing between the battle below and Abeni, Odette nods determinedly, confidence brimming as wide as the hat on her head as she holds onto Abeni, who sails them down with another rope

She winces, then grins, then laughs as they sail through the air, holding on tight to the bright blue hat on her head as they quickly reach down, jumping off and running to the wheel “I’ve got the wheel!”

“Aye aye captain! Steer us off the starboard!” Abeni yells, visibly gesturing with her arm and cackling as little Odie swung the wheel, holding on tight to balustrade beside it

“You’re sailing the seas captain!”

“I am!”

“We’ll be rid of these interlopers in no time!” She cheers, shaking her cutlass in the air as the ship cut through the tide of death around them, and the cacophony of shouts got louder than the moans and groans and shrieks of before

One shout breaks through above the rest

“Cap-i-tan! There’s something ahead!” Areshe’s voice yells through from where he stood atop the ships bow, his scarf flapping hard in the storm as he pointed

True enough, things were rising out the blood red sea, imposing and large and turning-

Tanks. They were tanks. Because of course IT’d add those too to the medley

Before Abeni can bark orders however, Odette was already standing on a box by the wheel

“Crew! Ready the cannons! Arghhhh!!!” She shouts, waving a cutlass of her own as Abeni cackles

“You heard the captain me hearties!! All hands on deck, Now!!” She shouts, laughing as she slides down a balustrade to join in on the cannon loading, landing next to tattooed blond

“You’re antagonising it, you know”

“So? It’s been picking us off one by one anyway. Kid deserves to give it a good fucking wallop, and so do we”

“Damn straight we do” Elise smirks, helping shove a cannonball into the canon with Abeni, turning it to point

“S’gonna turn Her head into a blender though”

“Eh, we can take it”

“FIRE!!”

The cannons all shoot one after the other, pairs of cannonballs blasting across the sky towards the imposing and terrifying mass of weapons ahead

But instead of impressive BOOMS and BANGS and all sorts of ear-splitting and deafening cacophony, the cannonballs implode upon reaching the tanks, exploding out a massive glittery cloud of purples and magicks

In an instant the vehicles are completely overtaken by plants, thick and strong and purple-yellow, exploding out flowers that spawn more of the plants and take out every other thing following it, sinking it down into glittery red ocean below it

The cheers on the deck are thunderous, louder than the storm clouds above and more cheerful than the groaning dread had been before

“We did it captain!”

“We won!”

“We got the interlopers!”

Odette stands victorious on her box, grin reaching from ear to ear where she held her hands up, accepting the cheers and applaus with all her heart-

The ship bucks!

“Shit what’s happening-“

“We got them all-!”

“The ships gonna capsize-!”

“What in the Davy Jones’s locker-“ Abeni looks up just in time to see a massive head breach the surface of the water, big blackened eyes set deep and glittering in the starless night, with massive limbs following as its screeches through rows of teeth-

The Kraken

Odette hadn’t been only running from her own nightmares

She had run straight into Abeni’s, as the storm had forewarned

Her own words drift by her ears

‘Najma did always say you got the worst ones’

“Oh for fucks-“

She doesn’t get to finish the sentence before one of the massive limbs races towards them all, crashing onto the deck and swiping across it

Abeni narrowly dodges it, laying flat against the side as everyone goes flying, the remaining balustrade shattering to smithereens

“Look out-!”

“Ahhhhhh-!”

Another smack and swipe, and the deck is laid bare-

“Abeni!”

She looks up to see Odette was clinging to half a wheel, the other half splintered away, staring at her for help as more limbs raise up in the air-

Something swings to the side

“Kid!! Get to the dinghy!” She yells, a bit of panic seeped into it despite herself

It just felt too real

She didn’t know how to change her own nightmare

Her own memory

She’s dragging herself to the swinging little boat as she sees Odette jump into it, dodging a limb breaking through the deck floor and using the edge of that hole to pull herself up, rushing towards the dinghy boat

‘You couldn’t toss a blanket over it?’

She lets out an almost hysterical laugh as she grabs the cover of the dinghy and tosses it over their heads

“What are you doing? We can’t hide under here!”

“Sure we can! See!” Abeni hehs weakly as the sounds of crashing limbs and roaring monster dims as soon as the cover covers them, turning their little spot dark, save for the small lantern that Abeni had placed there earlier

That felt like hours ago

Maybe it had been hours

She flinched as she hears another muffled roar, the space they were in rocking left to right on its ropes

“I don’t understand! That’s my friend!”

“Huh?!”

“In the aquarium! I met-I met an octopus and it was nice! It played with me”

Abeni barks out a near hysterical laugh at Odette’s words

“This one isn’t our friend from the aquarium mate. This one hates our land-guts very much” she says rapidly, holding on for dear life to the small boat

She hoped it’d at least stay afloat once the ship-

Something splinters and snaps outside the covers, something big

Shit. That must’ve been the sail

“What’re we gonna do?”

Hah! Hahah! Fuck if she knew!

“I-I dunno” she stammers, cursing the panic “I never meant to lead us here. I made a mistake”

Just like in real life

Doomed to repeat your failures

“I led my crew and us to our doom”

“Huh? But that’s not true”

Abeni laughs but Odette pushes on “It’s not! You said so! You said you were all searching for the euhm, best treasure of all treasure!”

“Don’t see how that changes where we are-“

“You’re the navigator! You lead the ship!”

“So??”

“So? That means that-that big monster is guarding the treasure!” Odette waves her arms, determined and utterly confident in the words she’d uttered

She was just a kid

“Odie-“

“No! I’m the captain! And-and I order you to continue us to the treasure!” She points with a determined frown at Abeni, demanding her to do her job

She was just a kid

“Do you trust me?”

Well

So was She

Abeni snorts, a definite hysterical note to it as she nods “No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum huh? Fine! Fine!! Aye aye captain- hold the lantern” she tosses it over to Odie, digging in her coat

She pulls out a map and Her Tools, slapping them on the plank seat between them and immediately got to work

This was ridiculous

She’d done stupider while drunk

“There! Fifty degree port side should get us to the X” she says, tapping the map, wincing a bit as they’re almost tossed out their seats by a lurch of the ship

Odette simply grabs the compass out of the air

“Get me to the wheel!”

“Aye aye captain!”

Grabbing Odette round the middle, she tosses off the heavy cover, yelling as the dinghy swings violently

She manages to stay on her feet, immediately turning her cutlass to stab her way up to the wheel, teeth gritted so tight she was sure they’d break

Tossing Odette the small rest of the way, she holds on tightly to what was left of the balustrade

“Turn!”

“Aye aye Navigator!”

There were holes in the deck

The sails had been smashed to smithereens

There was no balustrade left

This ship would Break before ever reaching treasure

It would not return home

“Ab-Abeni! I can’t- I can’t turn it!” Odette yells and grunts, her small bone-y arms struggling to turn half the wheel that was left

Scrambling, Abeni is behind her in a blink, holding tight above her small hands

“We’re headed straight for it!”

“The compass says we have to!”

“Then we’re charging forward!!”

Both yell loudly as the bow turns straight for The Kraken, aiming straight for its face, aiming-!

The creature screeches as it pierces through its eye, black putrid liquid gushing out-

“Abeni-!!”

The ship bucks, cracks, and explodes as a limb comes crashing down the middle, sending both of them flying

This was it

She’d usually drowned before even seeing the ship break

Flying in the air was new

She sees wide eyes staring down at her, the hat starting to fly off, the panic setting in in flailing limbs moving so slow-

She grabs her arm and pulls her towards her chest, shielding her head as they plummet down towards the water-

The cutting slap of water breaching

The rush of air bubbling past their ears

The helpless pull of the waves and plummeting debris

The darkness

Sinking

Sinking

Sink

.

.

.

..

…

….

She should sleep now

….

…

..

.

.

.

Tap tap tap

There was something tapping her shoulder

Tap tap tap

Wary eyes open to sparkling lights, blurry for a moment as bubbles-

Bubbles?

-drifted out her mouth, but no sound followed it.

Tap tap tap

Odie’s small hand is tapping her shoulder, pointing towards a sunken submarine

‘Look!’ She signs underwater, gesturing rapidly at the wreck ‘We found it!’

‘Huh?’

‘The treasure! It’s there!’ Odie signs once more, before swimming away from Abeni towards the sunken ship, turning only once to gesture rapidly ‘Come on!’ She says, swimming ahead as Abeni just stared bewildered

‘Are we dreaming?’ Abeni asks no one, pausing only a moment before swimming after Odette

She pauses by the entrance to look down, snorting and laughing soundlessly

A mantis shrimp sat there, holding two sticks, quietly knitting seaweed into a scarf

It looks up at her, and she has a feeling it was tutting at her

‘We are gonna be exhausted’

Abeni snorts again and just shrugs at it, gesturing loosely

‘You think I’m still in control here? I lost the plot ages ago’

The mantis shrimp moves as if it is sighing, before scuttling off with its little knitting needles, furiously continuing its seaweed scarf as Abeni laughs

Tap tap tap

‘I’m coming I’m coming’ she signs as her coat is tugged and tapped at, snickering as Odie grumbles ‘You know what’s happening?’

‘We’re finding treasure, duh’

‘Duh. Of course’ she snorts, following after Odette towards the middle, lit up by some light somewhere above, passing small schools of fishes as they go

They reach the mound, and Odette is already digging

‘Help me!’

‘Aye aye captain’

They start digging with their, swirls of sand dusting up the water around them until they could barely see

But once it settles there’s-

‘Treasure!! We found it, we found it!!

Shells. Little trinkets. Small bones

Crystals. A magnifying glass. A little wand

A music box. A shelled vest

A little octo plushie

Abeni chuckles as she picks the last one up

‘The best treasure of all treasure huh?’ she muses as she holds the little beady-eyed thing

‘Not so scary when you’re this small’

She sits cross legged on the sand as Odie pulls out one Treasure after the other, parading them around and cheering soundlessly in this quiet and peaceful scape of fish and sea critters

A little reef from a little beach trip not that terribly long ago

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She could sleep now

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“What happened to you?”

Hair sticking out in every direction with the most bleary-eyed expression possible, Sia slowly turns her head, her shoulders covered under her thick comforter where she stood

“You look like you went on euhm, what’s that word you use?”

“Blender” Sia mumbles as she takes a seat at the table, groaning a little as Neora chuckles across her “I think I was a shrimp”

“Shrimp?”

“Rainbow. Mantis” she mumbles as Evan chuckles sympathetically

“Well Yellow is out right now but he left some herbs in the cabinet. I’ll make some tea-“

“Coffee”

“Tea is healthier you know-“

“Coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” Sia draws out, making Neora laugh as Evan snorts in the kitchen

“Aye aye Ma’am”

“That’s captain to you”

“Pffft” he snorts as Neora continues laughing at the table, with Sia lowering her head down for just a little snooze

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..-!

“Here we go, fresh brewed coffee-“ Evan says, placing down a pot of coffee “-and your mug and cinnamon-“

He’s not even done speaking before Sia is grabbing the pot, popping the lid off and chugging the entire thing

“Ahh” she smacks her lips once she’s done, grabs the cinnamon and turns to leave, waving the small jar as she goes

“I’m taking another nap” she yawns out, comforter billowing out behind her like a cape or a coat, and they can distinctly hear her humming some tune as she goes back up the stairs

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“Did she just shotgun that whole pot and take the spice to go?”

“Yes. Yes she did”

Neora snorts, laughing with her hand over her mouth as Evan blinks at the staircase, snorting and chuckling himself as he turns to the empty pot

“Tea?”

“Please”

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“You know I still think we could’ve- we could’ve turned the ship into a robot”

“And how pray tell where you going to do that while the Kraken was tearing the thing apart?”

“Through the compass! I would’ve-wouldve put it in the euhm, slot of the wheel-“

“Slot of the wheel”

“Yes! Yes like so-“ Odette is scribbling on a page with a yellow crayon, detailing the steps as Abeni snorts “-like so! You just had to euhm, turn the wheel a secret combination and it’d appear!”

“The ship was made of dead wood”

“Yeah but the compass would be magic! And once you plopped it in, it would-it would transform the whole ship-“

“Like in warrior turtles-“

“Euhm it’s ninja turtles, and no like in transformers!”

“Transformers? You’re making stuff up”

“I’m not! I saw it on the tv! You put the power thing in the slot and the whole ship would’ve transformed”

Abeni is snickering as Odette tries hard to give her serious idea!

“Stop laughing!”

“Okay okay I just- what would’ve it transformed into?” She signs amused, watching Odette frown and tap her chin underwater

“Like euhm, like euhm, so-“ she moves back to the papers, her hair moving gently in the water as she scribbled away, her lower half floating a little in the water

She thinks she sees a cuttlefish with a red scarf scuttle by

Odie quickly shoves a completed drawing in Abeni’s hands, tapping it

“See?”

It was the ship

And Abeni’s navigator tools

Turned into crab arms

“A crab? You’d use a magic compass to turn a ship into a mech-crab?”

“Uh yeah? It can snip, walk on land and swim! It can totally fight the Kraken by-by snipping all its arms off!” She gestures rapidly with her hands

“That’s brutal”

“Eh, they can grow them back in euhm, 130 days. I read it in a brochure” Odie nods sagely before shaking her fist “That’ll teach it for being a bully”

Abeni laughs, bubbles bursting free from the force of it, hugging her stomach as Odie keeps shaking her fist

“Dang right. Alright tinker, better continue those build plans”

“Blueprints”

“Yeah yeah, smartass” she teases, poking Odie’s side as she giggles before both grab a crayon once more

“I’m gonna call it Snippy”

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It keeps growing. I don’t even know how many words I got lol

To the anon who send me the Abeni/Odie ask: I’m rewriting the whole thing, cause it’s not holding enough of Abeni’s manic energy

But rest assured it’s coming sooner or later. These two have been interesting to write

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To the anon who send me the Abeni/Odie ask: I’m rewriting the whole thing, cause it’s not holding enough of Abeni’s manic energy

But rest assured it’s coming sooner or later. These two have been interesting to write

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Reblog if you wouldn’t mind some curious anons right now❣️🤫

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“Huh? What are you doing up?”

Her question is a mumble, body feeling heavy under the covers, and her arm felt made of lead with how she struggles to raise it to her eyes “Weren’t you dreaming?”

Dark brown eyes look at her from where they were sitting staring at her from the edge of her bed, silently watching her struggle to rub her eyes

“We are having a nightmare”

“Huh? Who-“ she struggles to raise her head to look around “Okay, hold on” Sia forces as much willpower as she can into moving her limbs, leaden and slow and struggling to obey her wishes from the dead sleep she’d ‘woken’ from

It’s as the covers fall off her shoulders onto her lap that she realizes just how freezing cold the space was

How cold she was

“Oh. It’s me” she breathes out with a shiver, breath fogging out with every word as she rubs her arms, shaking in a full body shiver as flakes of snow slowly trail down around them

Brown eyes silently watches them fall down, holding out a small hand to catch one in their small palm

“It’s white” Odette states, glancing once between Sia and her own palm at the melting flake “Why is it white?”

“It’s always been white. It’s frozen water” Sia chatters, still rubbing her arms “It’s snow”

“Hmm” Odette hums, watching the flake turn to water, and looking around the rest of the snowfall covering the ground

“Mine were black, kinda. They didn’t taste very nice. Also they weren’t really cold” she sticks her tongue out in a grimace, shaking her hand rapidly to try and dry it off as Sia chuckles

“Yeah? I guess we’re pretty good at making the black snow” she snorts, rolling her eyes at herself at the darker humor

She shivers again, glancing at her own younger self as the wind bites at her skin “H-hey wanna build a mini fort with me?” She near chatters through her teeth, gesturing at the thick blanket on her lap

It was blue and grey, woven from to ends to the middle, different hands and different levels of skill having worked together to make this gift for her

It was warm as she held it up, waiting for Odette to climb under it with her, and using her own head as a support as she sat up underneath it, keeping it raised above her younger self

“Now what?”

“Now what?”

“I dunno. You wanted to make the fort” Odette huffs, rolling her small eyes as Sia snorts, still shivering a little

Her face and shoulders still felt frozen, but underneath this blanket she couldn’t feel the nipping wind anymore, and the snowfall was kept at bay outside of it for now

“I dunno. I guess we could play a game”

“In here? We can’t even run around” Odette huffs again, making Sia laugh this time

“I really am snarky as fuck”

“You said a bad word!”

“You gonna tattle on me?”

“Uh yeah” Odette says without missing a beat, pulling out a notepad out of a nonexistent pocket “You have to tell Green!”

Sia laughs, feeling the warmth of it in her stomach “Why would I tell Green?”

“You have to! It’s the rules!” Odette exclaims, shaking the fist holding a purple crayon “He has-he has the swear jar! And when it’s full euhm, he gets to go somewhere”

“Oh?” Sia hums, smiling bemused as she tries to ‘remember’ the moment “Only him?”

“Yeah. But we get to-to help supervise and take notes of the euhm, location for the future” Odette hums, scribbling rapidly on her notepad and carefully ripping the page out while Sia tries her best to stifle her snickers, laughing with her hands held up as Odette turns to glare at her

“We have to tell him! Promise me we will tell him! Promise!” Odette declares loudly while holding the page insistently by Sia’s head as she tries to placate Odie with her hands

“Okay okay! I promise” she giggles, accepting the page with a fond and bemused smile “I promise I’ll tell him, scouts honor” she repeats, glancing at the page fondly before tucking it in a nonexistent pocket above her chest

The spot glows for a moment, feeling warm as she lowers her hands back down while watching Odette fiddle with her notepad “How about we play a drawing game?”

“Huh? A drawing game?” Odette questions as she looks up, watching Sia nod and giving her the notepad as she gestures with her hand

“Yeah. It’ll be like-like a story. I draw one thing, and you draw another thing, and we’ll keep drawing a part of something until it becomes a whole story” she says, holding a blue crayon in hand as she carefully draws a bird onto the page, offering the notepad back to Odette

Scrunching her small face into a frown of concentration, Odette adds a hat onto the bird, along with a fancy staff, before pushing the page back to Sia “They’re a witch”

“Oh yeah? Well then they’ll need a cool book-“

“A notepad!” Odette says quickly, looking closely as Sia adds a notepad with a chuckle “And-and a magic brush”

“Maybe their staff can be a brush?”

“Yes! Yes yes and euhm they’re friends with a yellow bee-“ Odette rattles on, chattering as midst turns of drawing onto the page, detailing animatedly about every detail Sia too had to add on as they both make up a tale together

The cold memory still raced around them, the wind still whistling, the snow still bitter cold, but it was a little easier to burden underneath a warm blanket and crayon smells rubbed on paper

She thinks it’s nearly morning when they finish their tale, holding a heavily yawning Odette against her shoulder as she lays down her purple smudged, blue crayon

“I’m gonna tell Green about our story too”

“And-and Yellow?” Odette mumbles, nearly asleep “And-and, euhm-“

“And Yellow. And Blue, and Red, and everyone else too” Sia says softly, laying them both on the pillows with a kiss on Odie’s forehead “And I’m gonna tell them all about the purple parts, and the sea lion, and the star blanket”

“Yeah” Odette whispers, snuggling up to Sia “I want- I want the purple star blanket” she mumbles just as Sia pulls the covers off of their heads to look around a bit, snorting small at the blue blanket now ombré’d purple at the end

“We will make it happen” she whispers, brushing Odette’s hair idly with the hand trapped underneath her small head, looking around the space

The snowfall had stopped, darkness having fallen with an odd white haze of light above the snow itself, reflecting from whatever small source of it was around

Maybe it was them, at the center of it all

It changes before she can muse too long on it, turning slowly red interspersed by specks, a dull sound heard in the distance

“Guess it’s my turn now” she says softly as she turns to a sleeping Odette, their foreheads resting together as she slowly starts humming, singing softly as black and white dwarreled down a red dawn

As present peace rested through past memory

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To everyone whose send me an ask I haven’t answered yet: feel free to send more asks if you wish, I don’t mind having a full mailbox

Matter of fact, they might give me new perspectives and ideas, cause I’m currently stuck on inspiration on the current asks

Just wanted to throw that out there in case someone’s holding back - please bombard me :D the muse in my head is fickle on what it latches on XD

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*Addendum/update to the RP for one my ocs*

I have decided I’m renaming Mairae, the mother of Sia and Evan, to Maera, a spelling I actually prefer a lot more.

This isn’t something I believe I’ll do often, but sometimes another name just meshes better with the character in my head and thus just really needs the change ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so voila

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If Lucas could've adopted Baby Bim (by normal or by evil-parent-eating means), what would raising an infant look like for him and Bruno?

Part one

He’d been Hunting

He’d been stalking the duo

The Intent, the Magic, the Cruelty in their gazes

It had sung to him

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They’d been hunting too

A group of friends, a group of laughter, careless joy and harmless fun

A sheer feeling of innocent invincibility

They had been Hunting

The Magic in their hands, on their lips and in their shadows

Encircling and ensnaring and exploiting

It had Reeked

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He’d had them

His Magic seeping through his veins

The excitement, the Hunger

He’d had them dancing at his fingertips, so close-

He’d

Stalled

Something had hiccuped behind him

Past the path they’d ran from him

He almost had them

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He hadn’t noticed them hold a carrier

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It laid on the side of the alley he’d ambushed them in, in the middle of their hunt, haphazardly tossed, almost overturned really

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Brown tear filled eyes stared frozen at his sea-green ones, cheeks streaked but silent, merely hiccuping as quiet as possible

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They’d ran

Without it

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“Caro you cannot be serious” Bruno is walking wide eyed after Lucas as he pushes the stroller- it was new, when had he even found time to buy one already- further inside their house while still stubbornly rocking it, refusing to look his husband in the eye-

Bruno grabs his hand, forcing him gently but firmly to stop, to please listen “This is not- you brought in a child!”

“Caro keep it down, they’re sleeping”

“The bambino, Lucas- Caro it’s Human!” He almost hisses in his exasperated whisper, pouring everything in those words, everything they knew as Lucas keeps silently rocking the stroller

“We’re old” he says finally, a huff almost to it “We’ve gone past our retirement ages ago Bruno. It-it won’t be as long, we don’t have to worry like when we were young, we wouldn’t even be separated by decades, even if we live longer” Lucas says quietly, uncertainty caught in his voice despite his steadfast stance, eyes flitting back to the stroller he was rocking gently and away from his husband

Bruno sighs heavily, but there’s a sort of resignation in it despite himself as he glances at the bundle in the stroller, something fond already in his smile as he sees the baby was actually awake

The baby gurgles and babbles silently to itself as it raises a little fist up, making baby grabby hands and lightly kicking a leg as it held a new baby ring in its other hand, silently entertaining itself all on its own, all curious expressions and deep concentration

It looks up and suddenly freezes as it catches Bruno’s eyes, looking like a deer caught in the headlights at the sudden attention it was being given, eyes so very wide they were practically sparkling in the light, and Bruno chuckles softly as he reaches out a hand towards the baby

“Ciao, Stellina~”

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“Uhm, shee doll? Shee, you can play with her”

Lucas pauses in the hallway with a smile, laundry basket resting on his hip with one hand as he listens in to his Stella’s attempts at words

He’d already grasped several vowels and consonants so rapidly fast Lucas had almost felt jealous, remembering his own struggles at learning the human tongue

He silences his laugh at the memories, listening in with an amused and fond smile-

“No, papá sh-aid, sh-aid no magic alone”

His smile drops to an alarmed frown immediately, snapping his fingers and letting the shadows carry away their laundry as he walked closer to the bedroom beside his own

“Papá sh-ays magic can-can give euhm, boo-boo”

“Stella? Who are you talking to amarino?” He asks softly, his eyes scanning the room sharply as he walks in with one hand still on the doorknob

He sees nothing. Nothing but a kid with a curly mop of hair, bright rosy cheeks and beautiful brown eyes staring up at him with a finger by his face

There’s two cups of pretend tea placed on the floor, accompanied by two plates with two real cookies on each, on a little purple blanket on the floor strewn with toys

One plate is in front of him, the other across from him halfway in the shadows of a corner

His cookie lies untouched

The second cookie had a bite out of it

A hand gestures at the corner before Lucas can react, a frown above a mouth trying out his words

“Nona!”

Lucas frowns “Nona? Mio caro?” He asks, stepping a lot closer and swooping his heart up in his arms, scanning the shadows intently but seeing nothing “Do you have a friend, mia stella?”

“Nona” He simply repeats in Lucas’s arms, fiddling with the doll still in his hands “She likes cookie”

“Does she now?” Lucas asks softly, trying to hide the tenseness in his shoulders as he looked around

It hadn’t been the first time

Imaginary friend? Or something more

He pushes it away for now, smiling instead “How about we ask babbo to make many cookies with you then huh? Some pignoli-“

“Yesh! Yesh yesh!” Arms raised up in cheer before Lucas could even finish, and he laughs, booping his little nose

“We’ll make the best pignoli in the world-“ He freezes

It had been a single second

A single blink, forgettably easy to miss

But

He stares back in the room, eyes scanning again

He’d felt a brush of something-

“Papá?” Wide eyes are looking up at him, concern starting to seep in despite Lucas’s attempts to hide it

Focus

“Sorry stella, I thought I heard something” he simply smiles, kissing the little bundle’s forehead “Let’s go make those cookies huh?”

And perhaps get some scrolls ready from the basement

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“Stella! We need to leave!”

“Coming Nonno!” A rush of feet over the staircase, a yelp, and a tut of someone standing at the end of the staircase watching a little boy being carried by shadows safely down

“Bim, no running down the stairs, we’ve told you it’s dangerous”

“But papá-“

“No no, none of that. We’ll talk about it later again, now let’s tie your shoes-“

“I already did it!”

“What? Lemme see” Lucas reaches down to check and sure enough, they were two neat bunny ears on each shoe, snuggly and securely fit

Lucas raises a brow

“Did Nona do them for you?” He asks with a wry smile, biting back a chuckle as his kid bristled before him

“Nuhuh! No I did it! All by myself! I’m not a little baby anymore!” The stomp with his huff is adorable and Lucas can’t help the small laugh that escapes him, snickering at the pout it gets him

“I’m sorry Stella, you simply surprised me. You’re learning so fast I can’t keep up” he says amused, ruffling their curls as he’s greeted with a smug yet beaming smile “How about we go show babbo how well you did?”

“Yes! Babbo! Babbo look at my shoes!”

“No running-! Oh dear” Lucas chuckles, smiling fond as all the blobs in the house resumed chase after the bundle of energy, ready to catch his every trip and every stumble, allowing no serious harm

He could hardly protect him from every bump

But oh did he try

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“Why did you name me Bim actually? You-you chose the name Lucas for yourself papá, and that’s Italian just-just like you, babbo!”

“That’s because we found your name on your person stellina” Bruno says gently, both him and Lucas sharing a quick, furtive surprised glance at each, having not expected the question

Well, not now atleast

“And?”

“And?”

Brown eyes roll so hard it’s a wonder they didn’t fall out from behind Bim’s glasses, making Bruno snort despite himself, and Lucas gently tut through an amused grin

“We cannot read your mind stellina”

“Uh yes you can”

“But I won’t” Lucas reiterates, smiling wry as Bim huffs a little, yet he eases on the teases as he sees the restless energy return fast

“What do you wanna know about your name stella?”

“Well, why did you choose it? Why didn’t you pick another one like-like euhm-“ he stalls a little, thinking his question through as his parents waited patiently

He sighs “Why didn’t you choose one like yours babbo? Or like yours papá?”

“Do you mean, an Italian one?”

“Yeah”

Lucas and Bruno smile at each other, before Bruno pats the seat next to him, half hugging Bim as he took a deep breath

“Well, we tried to at first. In fact, we didn’t even know your name yet. But you didn’t like any name we gave you”

“Huh?”

“Yes” Bruno chuckles with a nod “We tried a few names, just a little to see if we all felt a connection to it. But, when we found your name on your old blankie in a little corner and called you your name, your face lit up” Bruno gestures with another chuckle “You gave one of your first giggles” he grins, gently poking Bim’s side as he tries to dodge and suppress his giggles, pushing at Bruno’s hands

“That’s not real!”

“I assure you we’re being completely honest” Lucas chuckles, pushing aside the paper he’d been reading “You’d already decided what your name was, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought about it! You, already knew” he grins, giving a slight tap on Bim’s chest with a smile

Bim looks down at his hands as Bruno and Lucas share another look, and Lucas gently takes his hand in his

“Do you like your name, stella?” He asks softly, watching Bim shrug

“I guess” he says, that lingering uncertainty still hanging in the air, of why his name wasn’t same as theirs

Why he wasn’t part of their connection

Lucas gently pats his hand “Bim. You are our son. Nostro figlio. No name, blood, or any magic will ever change that. Even if you wish to find and bond with your birth parents, or your birth family, you will always be in our hearts, and always be home here” he says softly

“We will have your pignoli, and your cristallo, and your abito viola-“

“Babbo”

Bruno chuckles softly, half hugging him as Bim huffs a bit in embarrassment

Oh the time when he’d proudly shown all his favorite stuff off without a hint of awareness

Time had flown

“Our point is, you are family to us, no matter what stellina”

“And” Lucas adds on to Bruno’s words, smiling soft as Bim looks up “You may choose any name you like, whenever you like, just like I did. Just like you did” he says softly, gently holding Bim’s shoulder, letting the words sink in

No matter what

He was their bambino

He was their stella

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Eggs

This started as fave egg recipes and devolved into anything involving “egg” XD

Also not everyone’s on here cause some didn’t inspire anything really interesting. I can add if asked B)

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Neora: Living in Arcaelys, the land of the elves, most of her experiences have been with sweet foods and dishes. Beyond cakes and patisserie, she rarely gets variety in egg dishes. She thus doesn’t often cook it for herself and prefers alternatives during breakfast like toast with jams and butters.

However, on her visits to her mother she has often been treated to highly savoury foods like egg curry, egg chatamari, and the highly popular spicy fried boiled eggs which has left her with a nostalgic craving each time she heads back home with her dad. Her dad has occasionally requested herbs in order to make it as the occasional treat for them both during special occasions as she grew up. One of the few Arcaelys raised elves who often eats savoury foods

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Tireal: similar palette to his daughter Neora, if perhaps more elven inclined. Enjoys sweet egg dishes greatly and is less prepared for the spicy dishes his ex-wife prepared for him and their daughter, often being left red faced and wheeze-laughing through tears as his littol girl giggled at his silly face, smiling fond at the chuckles of his former partner

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Evan: Scrambled, he likes to crack the eggs straight in the pan and toss the shells in one swift move, which has been upgraded to Taren the moss-fae-fox snatching em up midair to crunch on as excellent fertiliser for his fur, much to Evan’s amusement.

Evan himself will continue to shake and agitate the eggs until they’re fluffy with light crunchy bits in between, adding some thyme, salt and pepper to the mix. If he’s making breakfast meat with it, he’ll use the oil of that to fry said eggs in

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Sia: Usually sunny side up. But doesn’t even actually like eggs all that much, and has had the existential crises thought of wondering if that’s because she’s technically a Mythical Bird

However that thought was quickly confuddled upon observing little Raspberry absolutely going to town on an egg, pecking and chipping it to smithereens, gulping it down faster than she could think, and then watching Raspberry fly off into the sunrise to build another nest. An experience which has left her with a whirlwind of thoughts about biology, life, magic, her own self, and what it all means in the grand scheme of things despite Fate not existing.

Drowns her sunny side up eggs in cinnamon now so she does not have to go through another existential rabbit hole while eating breakfast with everyone present. Can’t think about eggs when ya can’t taste em. Hehe…

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Felix: An absolute feast at his theìa’s house, scrambled eggs with tomatoes fried in olive oil, oregano, basil and crumbled feta on top. Something he’d devoured in a hurry with his brother and cousins, before rushing out the door to play as his mama and theìa gossiped the hot day away, a full stomach warming his thin frame as dust swirled around his running feet.

Something he took so greatly for granted, as all kids do, and shed tears over when he ate again at his theìa’s house many, many years later. Felix’s soft spot is food, and the feeling of being finally satiated after a meal is a feeling he treasures dearly with every spoonful of delicious kayanas and his theìa fussing over him

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Lucas: Despite appearances, Lucas is as much an excellent cook as his husband is, considering he learned much from him. His literal sea life diet of raw fish and unfortunate human flesh has long been put aside for more, palatable sushi and richer, livelier, Chosen prey.

As thus, he has learned to cook his meals with a patience that is almost reverent as he carefully lowers eggs in perfectly cooked sauce, poaching them to a perfect consistency. Uova All’inferno, Eggs in purgatory in Italian, and yes, he still enjoys gulping them whole with an amused irony at the name as he considers his own nature. But its rich and warm and perfectly done, and he savours every moment of it

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Bruno: Frittata al tartufo, Uova All’inferno, Frittata di zucchine, Deviled eggs, etc etc etc. He’s had so many egg dishes he’s long lost count of all he’s tried, and all he’s made uniquely his own. With so many recipes, one would expect something fancy and rich and over the top to be his favourite, no?

Surprisingly, it’s the simple dish that captures his interest best here. A simple sunny side up, cooked very similar to Lucas’s own purgatory poached eggs, heaped with flavourful ingredients on the side true. But the simple egg yolk is allowed to shine as it practically melts over the rest of the dish, adding a rich flavouring only the basics sometimes can give, being a spotlight on their own.

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Lewis: Easter eggs. As a baker and pattiserier he would often spent countless hours painting food safe dyes onto chocolate eggs, placing a basket up front of his shop for the kids to come and choose one out of.

Had an extra special batch he’d make just for Mairae and her kids, blushing greatly as he offered the sweet strawberry filled treats to the trio and sighing fondly as they left his shop, happy for the rest of the day (but no he definitely wasn’t in love. Definitely not. No no)

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Flint and Rho: Both love a good hard boiled egg, with Flint chomping into it and eventually eating it straight whole as he grows bigger than the egg. Rho will take sweet little bites, and make happy smacks and coos in between each nibble

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Yarrow: Who cares about what Sia and Evan’s deadbeat dad liked? But for lore sake it will be said, he never learned to properly cook. Mooched off his parents spoiling and complained constantly about everything put on his plate to them. “Praised” Mairae highly on her learning how to cook human dishes early in the relationship while simultaneously chipping at her self confidence with passively hurtful comments, knowing full well what he was doing.

Rotten fucking egg through and through

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Juliette: *spoilers. Reminder to add once introduced*

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Denise *spoilers. Reminder to add once introduced*

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Seth: *spoilers. Reminder to add once introduced*

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My OCs favourite colors

Color

Felix: Green but surprisingly not because of money. He likes the green of glades, palm trees, the ocean beneath the waves. Orange is close second

Sia: Blue. It’s a constant, wherever she goes it catches her eye immediately. Reminds her of the night sky full of stars and more recently the aquarium and ocean

Evan: Pink. It makes him happy without thinking. He’ll collect little pink flowers and make crowns or little pink legos everywhere. Has a collection of pink test tube vases

Neora: Yellow. It’s the color of a sunny day, of warmth and joy, and a reminder of the brightness in the Healers Sanctuary that is practically her second home. Loves it when Taren brings home the biggest sunflowers in the world

(Guess what Neora and Evan’s respective aura colors are 😏)

Bruno: Red. The fire of the forge and the fire of the stove. It makes him feel alive when the world around him is ablaze with life and cheer

Lucas: Tricky one. Leaning towards sea-green/blue but this may change. May not truly have a favourite color

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My OCs opinion on canned Ravioli cause that was my dinner tonight:

Felix: Meh about it. Lived on it for a while homeless and when his folks were in a tight spot (which was often). Nothing beats his cousins cheesy ravioli casserole to him though, even Bruno’s. It’s a taste of home

Evan: not one to complain about what’s put on the table, will finish a whole bowl and even take seconds heartily. Would lick his plate clean even when Sia would add in her “secret ingredient” (it was cinnamon)

Sia: Love-hate relationship on the meh side. Easy and cheap meal she could make quick and easy on a low day or hard work day (when Evan couldn’t win the ‘im cooking’ argument). Had a period she was sick of it with how often they ate it. Occasionally eats it as an odd nostalgia food now

Neora: Mind blown. Mind revolts at all the chemical disasters placed in the can, body craving the salty, savoury disaster it is. A war between Elven natural cooking and the human nature of craving more. Will try more

Bruno: Look. If a can of ravioli is all you have in your pantry he’ll somehow, someway, turn it gourmet out of thin air. Insists you try real Italian fresh made pasta ravioli tho and will bring his pasta maker with. No choice, you’re getting cooking lessons now

Lucas: will request the can, you can have the contents. The casual crunch of tin and metal with leftover tomato sauce residue between his teeth will horrify and intrigue you

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My OCs working at a callcenter (what if)

Felix: lasts a day after scamming every asshole he gets and simultaneously enriches every nice call. Somehow nosedives the company’s wins and simultaneously raises it to a new high with new clients. Profit??? Disappears into the wind the next day, baffling managers for life

Evan: Manages to piss off every single Karen in such a way they can do nothing but hang up after his devastating wits and sass. Is the most loved employee on the floor as all shitty calls get transferred to him and gets proclaimed comedic genius. Unfortunately fired a week later as every pissed off Karen drops in a complaint they can’t “call their piss pole to piss on anymore” in Evan’s words. Worth it

Sia: It takes a while, the threat of no job nor money forcing her to bite her tongue at the first couple of calls. But eventually her knowledge reaches a point she can recite the whole book of laws to any bastard trying to “spell how it’s done honey” on the phone. Helps out those truly needing help to a T even if it means her calls are too long. Is relieved once she finally leaves the job of her own accord

Bruno. No. Just no. He is the one needing the callcenter to help with his phone. However, the most patient caller you’ll ever have, knowing what pressure a call center employee is under. Will leave glowing reviews trying to help and convey his gratitude

Lucas: Ten man multitasking orchestra. Will have solved a clients entire life issues in five minutes with seemingly arcane knowledge of their life. Wizard on the phone. Leaves because the constant complaints of privacy bored him (I don’t condone violating privacy by the way I’m saying what Lucas the Sea Witch would do XD)

Neora: Diplomats daughter but even her patience is tried with human courtesy laws. Can’t understand why just saying the answer and actually helping isn’t enough, why the commercial speech? Why the need for enquêtes about how good her call was? Will leave to search more humane jobs

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What's your OC's opinions about plushies?

My OCs and plushies

Felix: Has a big brother he tried to impress for the longest time. No nonsense kinda guy, when are you gonna grow up, you have to take things seriously, why are you always so reckless??

Needless to say, plushies weren’t a thing growing up he really held on to. Had a hard, tough persona to hold and once he ran away he had limited luggage he could carry around

However, he once helped out a kid with money troubles. Got gifted a little rabbit plushie with clover patterns on its stomach and paws. He carries it around as a charm cause it makes him feel lucky (aka happy)

Evan: Mr Pimboli the teddy bear has been a staple in his life since he was born and will remain one for eternity. Gifted it to Taren as a baby as well and now it’s just their plushie. A little thing that makes him happy whenever he sees Taren trot around with it

Would happily sleep on a giant snorlax plushie, but has no real desire for collecting more. They’re fun, especially the Taren copy he teases Taren with

Sia: Comfort item. Has a huge emotional bond to PamPam, having hugged it regularly while falling asleep or simply talked to it when she couldn’t find the words to say to the others. Is still devastated by its loss

However, keeping her chin up, and through Odette has amassed a ginormous amount of plushies upon waking up. Laughed about it at first, but now truly uses each as a reflection of a part of herself, talking to them when she feels a bit lost.

Misses her old childhood octo plushie a lot

Neora: thinks they’re cute, and would love a Squiggles plushie replica just like Taren. Might collect a few in her favourite color to decorate her home with but overal sees them more as novelty

Bruno: more likely to gift plushies than know what to do with receiving one. Not that he wouldn’t appreciate and love the gift! He’d display it on the mantle, but is likely to gift it to the first kid to go wide eyed over it. Big softy, give him many warm blankets, a microwave warming plushie and cozy knitted quilts and he will melt

Lucas: appreciates an uncanny looking plushie for its weird appearance but overall would be meh about it

A kid making a chimera for him however from all the “coolest sea creatures ever!” would steal his heart forever and make him immortalise the plushie for eternity. It will never break. He will place it next to the Luna and Snippy plushie he has.

Does have a giant shark plushie he snuggles while sleeping tho, a joke gift that became a permanent pillow

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What if your OC's would work at animal shelter?

Funny you should ask this right now XD

My OCs in animal shelters

Evan: Rogue class. Literally have you met this guy? Animal whisperer and tamer, will have enamoured the whole place to him in mere days with a kind of patience that is rare. After a bit will know how a bean is feeling from a single look, no matter how good they’d hide

Poop, pee, feeding, cleaning, none of it bothers him in the slightest. Would be one of the few jobs he’d be actually happy in. And while he would hold back tears each time a bean would leave for a home, his heart would be full and proud.

His interest in biology would incline more to veterinary care after the experience

Felix: Poop, pee, cleaning. He’d flinch at it all at first, balk at the stench that’d rise up and turn a bit green seeing the poop crusts on a beans butt

However, the beans themselves would enamour him in no time, and while it would take a while (and many gloves) for him to get used to the harder parts of pet care, the first time a senior cat brushes against his leg as he’s cleaning, and the first time he bottle feeds a puppy will melt him

Has taught half the birds some choice Sassy remarks

One day a little black kitten with a green eye like his walks up to him, watching him fill bowls and his fellow beans rush to eat. The kitten will meow and jump up his lap, taking a little nap and from that day one that’s Felix’s cat. Claims him his Lucky Charm, nothing unlucky about black cats

Neora: Much the same as Evan, she has a natural charisma around animals though less chased after by excitable beans like Evan is. She’ll be the one surrounded by the senior beans, the ones hungry for simple comforts, warmth and snuggles as she reads a book for them all

She’ll sit with one as they take their last naps and soothe every ache and special need with a dedicated sort of patience and love, the one that takes time and never really ends

A rare and incredible sort of patient love

Sia: Oh she loves the beans. Oh she’s the one who’d want to adopt every single one and take them home, even more so than Evan despite appearances and claims of otherwise. Has to be subtly talked down everyday from taking one home

Throws herself into the administration and social media aspect of it all, vetoing possible adoptions and candidates with a kind of accuracy that is frightening

‘but that guy was a former convict why would she trust Ms whiskers to them?’ Ms Whiskers ends up a therapy cat for the guy and turning his whole life around

Nearly every single adoption done by her is a huge succes, and many campaigns have made sure people are more aware of pet care and the importance of neutering amongst other things

Bruno and Lucas: More likely to be sponsors of the animal shelter than actual caretakers, which is just as important. No funds makes it very hard to give adequate care to so many beans after all

Have a steady donation system set up through their restaurant administration and often come by with self made pet treats and fresh food that make even the sickest pets feel a bit more at ease (they are trusted at this point, considering they’ve taught some of the staff how to cook and prepare meals for the beans many times)

Lucas often, just as Sia, needs to be stopped from adopting the whole place out. Will often tag team with Sia to perform campaigns or entice more sponsors to help out

Bruno is more likely to tag team with Neora and Evan for meals adjusted to specific pet diets or as simple comfort foods for seniors

Both will laugh and praise Felix’s growth

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Alright, with the list here mostly made the asks are now open! I accept asks, direct asks to my ocs, prompts, lore requests (within reason) and what ifs for ocs on my list

Ocs marked with an (S) are either spoilers or yet as of unrevealed characters in any of my aus, and for that reason I will not answers requests for them yet. I want them introduced in some way in a plot first :D

Ocs with a (U) may have been revealed or mentioned, but are heavily under works or yet unfinished in their base personality. Requests are allowed, but understand I may have yet little to say about them

Other than that, I will mention if I’m keeping something quiet for plot reasons, but I’m happy to write about the other ocs :D this blog is meant for fun, mostly for Me💛

Now, go Scramble my Ocs!

(Current asks in ask box: 5- ice cream, vacation (tumblr has eaten this one), siblings/parent scene, bath, oc/ oc scene)

List link:

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The current full cast:

A.

Abeni*

Areshe*

Auilt (S)

Azure

Almara (U)

Adonis (S)

The At leader (name pending) (S)

The At successor (name pending) (S)

B.

Bes

Bruno

Beatrice*

Barti (U)

C.

Clara

Callon

Celosia (S)

Charlie

Cassandra

Clarion

Charis (pending/ F/K mom) (S)

D.

Denise (S)

The Drow

Deore (U)

E.

Evan

Elise*

Eleanor*

Elaereth

F.

Felix

Flint

Farid

G.

George (U)

Gouria (S)

H.

Haeven

I.

Ilaereth

Iridessa

J.

Juliette (S)

Jumoke*

K.

Kosma (S)

Kassandra (U)

L.

Lucas

Lewis

Luna (joint custody pet oc)

The Lawyer/ Attorney (title to recheck) (U)

M.

Maera (formerly Mairae)

Micheal

Mira

Malea (U)

Markus

Maria

N.

Neora

Najma*

Nayma

O.

Odette*

P.

Plague (PL46U3)

Q.

Quartz

R.

Rho

S.

Sia

Scooby

Sara

Solaris* (S)

Silvie

Seth (S)

Snippy (joint custody pet oc)

The Sea Witch (U)

T.

Taren

Toby

Toblerone (Toby jr)

Taraeji

Tireal

U.

V.

Viola

(?Elven kid/good friend Neora in adult au)

W.

X.

Y.

Yarrow

Z.

*for Sia’s past lives

(S) for spoilers/ yet unrevealed OCs

(U) for heavily unfinished ocs/little established lore

(More to add as I remember my own ocs names and not just their cool powers 😂🫣)