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[uh-oh-its-bird]

I have a new #birds fic talk tag that I'm slapping on all my fic related posts for better organization, so like, use that to circle around the clutter if that's what you're here for

And by god is there a LOT of clutter on this blog, you won't be finding SHIT here by just scrolling if you're here for smthn specific

[transannabeth]

if i get a dropout subscription will y’all tell me what to watch

[idkfitememate]

little thought came into mine!

what if Otter!creator and Boar!creator meet each other?

Both of them will just be look at each and then nod, as if their understand each others exprience or or bonding with each other, I mean this is a other person! other person in your era/world, would anyone be wasting this? hell no, so yeah, Even tho theres two creators, mean doubles chaos and mischief, and their besties now. (Their kinda like Sun and Moon duo)

Otter anon🦦

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar Reader & GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 433

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : fluff, crack

‘Damn Fontaine is nice.’

That was the only thing on the boars mind. Completely oblivious to the people rushing away from their painted form.

Just walking around… eating some flowers… drinking from fountains… having a good day.

Naturally this random boar in the city was causing some problems for the people, especially since the melusine and meka seemingly refused to attack or get rid of it at least.

Unfortunately, Furina and Neuvillette were the only ones available, and they didn’t want to leave their ˈbābē behind… so off they went.

“This is work unfit for a god!” “Of course.” “Why are there no guards on duty able to take care of this issue?” “I am unsure, Lady Furina.” “This is ridiculous.” “It is.” “I’m so sorry you are forced to see this, ma raison d’être.” “As am I, ma raison de vivre.”

This small back and forth banter continued until they reached the boar, which was sitting on its haunches watching Coppelia & Coppelius spin gracefully across the floor.

“Aha! There you are you scoundrel! How dare you desecrate the peace of my beautiful nation!” As Furina continued to rant on and on, Neuvillette noticed that the boar only stared at their darling otter.

And they continued to stare at them.

‘How come you got to be pampered!?’ - Boar

‘Cause I’m fucking adorable, look at me!~’ - Otter

‘That is such bullshit man…’ - Boar

‘Well, nice to know we’re not alone?’ - Otter

‘…. Yeah. It is.’ - Boar

‘ :3 ‘ - Otter

‘ :) ‘ - Boar

The otter jumped off their place from Neuvillette’s shoulder - causing both Sovereign and Archon to jump and make noises of shock - and ran to the boar, both nuzzling each other.

‘Yo you gotta leave tho cuz their gonna kill you’ - Otter

‘… I’m not shocked, talk to you later?’ - Boar

‘Hell yeah! Bye bye!’ - Otter

‘Bye dude!’ - Boar

After a couple of seconds of staring, the boar shook off their hilichurl mask and pushed it towards the shiny otter. Doing the same, the otter took off their hat and placed it on the painted boar’s head. The boar snorted before pressing their snout to the otters head, causing a giggle like chitter to erupt from their throat. The boar then wandered off, walking towards an exit from the city.

The otter picked up the mask and wandered back to a gobsmacked Neuvillette and Furina. Quickly being picked up by the dragon, both hydro users looked at each other as the otter snuggled in his grip with the mask.

“What… just happened?” “I am… unsure, Lady Furina.”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note :

Boar!Creator 🤝 Otter!Creator

Chaos is the only true form of affection

They visit on weekends, and parents share custody. On weekends both are in Mond under Vento’s care and during the week they’re in Fontaine under Furina’s care. ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

[kkami-writes]

hybrid hearts ━ chapter four. wc. 1.5k

It was one of those rare days where both you and Hyunjin were off work, the two of you able to relax at home. Normally on days off Hyunjin liked to paint, whether that was in his room, out on the patio, in the backyard or even just in the living room. He’d sit on the couch, watching a random kdrama. The boy was constantly covered in paint.

Today however he seemed on edge, his canvas barely touched and constantly glancing towards the backyard while he sat in the living room. White ears twitching every so often as if he was straining to hear something. You don’t even get the chance to ask him if something is wrong before he’s darting out to the backyard, transforming into a ferret midway. Hyunjin disappears into the bushes leaving you a little bewildered at his actions. While his behavior has confused you greatly, you’re not too worried.

As the day drags on the more you start to get anxious. Usually Hyunjin isn’t away from you this long, at least not without you knowing where he is. Of course he’s allowed to do whatever he wants without your permission but this is the first time he has just up and left, the thought that he’s gone forever scares you more than you’d like to admit.

You’ve gotten so used to the ferret that you know your life would be lonely without him, the fear of being alone has once again wrapped itself around your heart, squeezing painfully. So when you finally see his little form running through the bushes again you feel like you can finally breathe. Except then you see a very giant grey wolf trailing behind him. The creature looks like it’s chasing Hyunjin and your brain goes into overdrive. Before you can even think you’re throwing open the little glass sliding door and launching yourself over Hyunjin, shielding him with your body.

“No! Please don’t hurt him!” You beg even though you don’t know if the wolf is well, a wolf or if it’s a hybrid. Hyunjin is squirming in your grip, tiny body writhing as if he wants you to let go. You refuse, holding onto him a little tighter. He gets fed up and transforms back into a human, resulting in you being spread across his lap.

Still, you don’t budge, still trying to protect the boy. Hyunjin on the other hand chitters angrily towards the wolf, baring his little fangs.

“I told you to get lost! This territory has been claimed already!” You glance up at Hyunjin whose face is contorted in pure anger that it’s practically rolling off him in waves.

“Hyune. What’s going on?” You ask, taking a look back at the wolf who hasn’t moved, it’s just staring between both you and Hyunjin.

“This wolf has been nosing at the territory line I made. I don’t care what it wants. It shouldn’t be here,” Hyunjin growls, trying to get out of your grasp but you’re still afraid and can’t move.

“Territory?” You question and this time Hyunjin seems slightly embarrassed, ears turning red.

“Nothing I just- when you adopted me…I didn’t…want other hybrids to get the wrong idea so…I might have? Marked that…this is my territory,” Hyunjin mutters, now looking anywhere but you. To be honest, you’re not really sure what that means or entails but you suppose you’re flattered that Hyunjin truly thinks of this place as his home to want to protect it to this extent.

The wolf behind you lets out a whine and it causes you to turn to look at him. It’s nosing at it’s paw before letting out more sad pitiful whines.

“Ignore him. Tell him to leave,” Hyunjin huffs out, still glaring at the wolf.

“Hyun, he seems hurt,” You murmur, noticing how swollen the wolfs paw looks. “Let me at least help him. Then he can leave,” Hyunjin still seems unhappy about this, now burying his face into the crook of your neck, letting out the small squeak that you adore.

“Fine. But then he leaves,” He mutters much more quietly, his lips almost pressed to your neck as he says the words.

“Ok, ok. Then he leaves,” This seems to placate Hyunjin as he finally pulls out from your embrace, but he doesn’t look at you. You move to stand up, now looking over at the wolf. “Come on, lemme have a look at your paw,” It obeys, limping slightly but following you towards the bathroom. You hear a door slam and you assume that Hyunjin has resorting to locking himself in his room. A sigh falls from your lips. You hope the boy isn’t too upset.

Rummaging through your cabinet you pull out a first aid kit. To be honest you were a little worried, if it was really bad it would be best to get him to a hospital but you assumed he couldn’t afford it (but really could anyone really afford a hospital bill) and that’s why he had left it unchecked for so long. You turn back to the wolf, looking down at him. He was a little larger than a normal wolf, it was slightly intimidating.

“Uh, are you gonna transform? Or would you prefer if I just tended to you in wolf form?” The wolf answered by slowly turning back into a human, his injured hand behind his back. You take a moment to take the boy in. He’s taller than you of course but you think that Hyunjin might be even taller than the wolf. Brown curly hair sits on top of his head, cute grey wolf ears peaking out and twitching. Overall he’s very handsome, a thought you’ll keep to yourself for now.

“Can I see your hand,” You reach out, leaving your hand in the air for whenever he’s ready. He seems to trust you enough as he puts his hand out. Carefully you examine the wound. It seems like a nasty sliver, stuck between two of his fingers and embedded in his skin. His hand is slightly swollen and red, probably from having it in for so long. You can’t imagine how uncomfortable it might be and you can’t help but cringe.

“Ok, let me see if I can get the sliver out first…” You grab a pair of tweezers, moving his hand at an angle that would be easiest to remove the wood. “This might hurt a bit,” You warn the wolf before starting to squeeze at the wound, seeing if it’ll pop out a little to make it easier to grab. He doesn’t make much noise besides a small hiss, otherwise he’s pretty quiet.

You’re still working on getting the sliver out, pressing at different angles when he finally speaks up.

“I’m sorry for upsetting your mate. I hope I didn’t cause a rift between you too,” Your head flies up to look at him, eyes wide at what he called Hyunjin.

“O-Oh! No! Me and Hyunjin aren’t…no it’s not like that. We aren’t um. Mates,” You can’t help but stutter over your words. The wolf gives you a look that says he doesn’t really believe you but doesn’t push it any further. “So, what’s your name?” You try to change the subject, hoping your cheeks aren’t red from the insinuation.

“Bangchan, but you could call me Chan or Chris,”

“It’s nice to meet you- Oh! I got it!” You exclaim before pulling the sliver out, resulting in a yelp from the wolf. “Sorry, sorry. It’s out now,” You throw away the large piece of wood and grab some ointment and bandages. “I’m a bit worried about you getting an infection, it’s already a little swollen,” You bite at your lower lip, nibbling it out of anxiety. “Why don’t you stay? Just for the night and in the morning you can leave. I want to give you some meds but they’ll probably make you fall asleep and I’d hate to send you out there with an open wound,”

“But what about your mate? He’s already mad at just me being here,”

“Just let me deal with that ok? Hyunjin will probably be upset but he knows it’s the right thing to do,”

Chan seems a little hesitant but he knows that if he truly wants his hand to heal, he needs to avoid an infection. He wouldn’t be able to afford a hospital bill. So he relents, agreeing to just stay the night. You show him to one of your empty rooms. Chan thanks you for your hospitality as well as taking care of his injury before bidding you goodnight, already feeling the meds taking effect.

You take a moment to collect yourself, trying to go over the events of the past two hours. Thinking about it hurts your head so you pack it away to deal with later. That was a future you problem. For now, you had to think about how to tell Hyunjin about Chan.

You were in desperate need of some tea.

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hi!! i saw your angel dust headcannons for a small cold reader and was possibly hoping i can request some angel dust comfort? my family’s been giving me a rough time lately and i just can’t seem to escape them :( i just want some fluffy spider cuddles (and mayhaps a raccoon demon reader 👀 it’s not needed it was just a funny little detail to add lol)

The Best Way To Comfort

Angel Dust x Male Raccoon Demon Reader

A/N: Hihi Anon! You’re request was so fucking adorable and I hope everything gets better my friend! Hope this brings a smile to your face and I was writing this with a Raccoon Demon reader in my mind!!

-🕷️ As soon as he sees you upset Angel is scooping you up in his arms and hugging you close. If you don’t want to talk to him about it, he won’t pressure you. He understands being closed off and unresponsive. But if you want to talk? He’s all ears baby. If you start crying, he wipes your tears away and kisses your forehead.

-🩷 Best cuddler around, he’s got all those arms for a reason and holding you against him is the best use of those arms second best to holding your hand. He also loves your ears and little bushy racoon tail (and how you're always grabbing things ya’ little thief-). His eyes widen in surprise if you allow him to touch your ears and tail. 

-🕷️ He adores how short you are compared to him and will pick you up at random. Do not get me started if you start making those chittering raccoon noises, he will laugh and kiss your face. He thinks it’s down right adorable.

-🩷 This straight up became talking about raccoon things you do BUT- Some nights he wakes up to see you skulking around and if you get caught you freeze before slowly reaching for whatever you wanted. He finds it adorable but you are disrupting his beauty sleep and he will pick you up to bring back to bed, he’s not afraid of your growls and hissing.

-🕷️ Back to cuddles, laying your head on his chest floof and falling asleep with Fat Nuggets in your arms is a 100% chance of him snapping some pictures. His phone background is a picture of you having fallen asleep in a weird place and his lockscreen is of you and him at a bar.

-🩷 Sometimes when he can’t find Fat Nuggets around and he starts to freak out, he just lifts up your tail and finds the little piglet dead asleep curled up. This mostly happens when he comes home super late from work and finds you still awake but focused on something else. 

-🕷️ Kisses? Are a must, he loves kissing you. Bending down and kissing you, picking you up and kissing you. That one time where you literally climbed your own boyfriend and kissed him. He loves it and the ways he can kiss you are endless. 

-🩷 One time you were clinging to his back and he forgot about you for a moment and literally went looking around the hotel for you. He was in tears by the time Charlie brought it up and after that? He was embarrassed and won’t talk to anyone for an hour.

-🕷️Also can we talk about how caring he is? Like if you need to take medication? He’s set an alarm on your phone and he will text you as another reminder. Even when he’s on set, he has a personalized alarm for himself so he won’t forget either. Need help reaching something while you cook or want a snack that Alastor hides from you? It’s already in his hands.

-🩷 Angel Dust loves you so much and wants the best for you. For him? You’re the best thing that has happened in a very very long time and he doesn’t want to lose you. Not that he will, you got your little thieving fingers around his heart and you’re not letting go of your greatest treasure.

[laughableillusions]

Random Jareth HCs

I talk so much abt him and I have some silly ideas :3c

If he stays in owl form too long he has some trouble changing back. He gets kind of stuck a bit between. He chitters like a barn owl in “human” form, can screech like one if mad. There’s feathers in his hair, and sometimes he still has bird-feet. The worst case was when his arms were still big useless wings. It goes away after a while but he’s impatient as hell and will sulk about it and punish anyone who dares laugh at him for his chicken feet.

Jareth actually runs cold. He can change his body temperature if needed, but it’s very surface level. Usually he’s around room temperature (like a corpse). Cuddling or any close physical contact will warm his body up.

His hands are strangely rough under his gloves, they’re rough and hard like stone. He almost never removes his gloves because his touch alone can cause serious magic shit to happen if he isn’t careful. The glamour he uses to keep his more human form doesn’t really extend to his hands for whatever reason (his truest form is made of stone), so he wears gloves to sort of hide it.

Music lover, I mean duh. He sings and dances ofc, but he actually knows very little about modern music. His knowledge of humanity is still stuck in the 18th century. While he would like the idea of things like CD players and MP3 players etc etc, he will always prefer live performances, be it himself or watching someone else. He would probably go to a lot of concerts just to see what the music vibe is these days.

Doesn’t do well in human crowds. A masquerade ball in his castle is one thing, it’s his realm, it’s other fae. But you put him in a shopping mall or grocery store??? He is not having a good time. Mostly because he sees most humans as beneath him (except for the few he decides are special little princesses/princes lol). Modern humans apparently have a stench to him, and he finds it disgusting when “in concentration.”

He can make any small child stop crying however. If Toby proved anything it showed how good with kids Jareth is. He can entertain any small child with ease. Though it starts to freak the parents out when he starts talking about how much he wants to steal them away from their mothers. The man loves kids, and hopes one day he can actually keep a human baby to raise as his own.

Unbearably physically clingy. Like…unbearably. He’d be attached to his lover like a parasite whenever they try to go anywhere without him. If he can’t touch you, he’s standing behind you with his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching you. Like Jesus Christ man back up you’re not gonna go anywhere‼️‼️

Has a jealousy problem as well. With his stuff and his lovers. You do not touch his stuff without asking him, or until he lends it to you. With romantic jealousy, it’s about the same. Nobody touches what he deems his. He has enough dignity not to cause a public scene, but will glare at anyone who dares flirt with his lover- or if he thinks your not paying attention to him enough, he will give you the cold shoulder until you shove him aside and ask him what the fuck is going on.

Enjoys playing mind games. Though he’s too much of a romantic to do things that would really hurt you, at least intentionally. But his fae nature gives him a bastard side that sometimes can’t help it. But really, he would hate to actually fight with you. The last thing he wants is for you to be genuinely upset, and so will bend over backwards to keep you happy.

Speaking of that, Jareth is 100% a doormat to the ones he loves. He’s been alone for centuries (if not more). And any hope of validation he will chase like a kicked puppy. But everything he does, he expects something in return. (ex: I am exhausted by your expectations of me, isn’t that generous?) Fae are deal makers after all, and so he will create a beautiful ideallic place for you to live…but in return he expects your devotion and loyalty. It seems like a small price, until it isn’t. Sometimes, in exchange for a favor he does for you, he will ask for something in return (be it a task, or an a object).

As hedonistic and mischievous as he is, Jareth is quite emotionally intelligent. His age gives him wisdom, and sometimes it’s like he knows exactly just what to say. Humans have such predictable emotions after all, and he can use his knowledge of them as a form of manipulation if he wants/needs to. But to someone he loves, he would bring perfect comfort to. He will try and make you laugh, then ask if you want him to stay with you or leave you be, anything you ask if it would make you less upset and more comfortable he will do (doormat). If you want him to read you a bedtime story? Do a handstand? He’d fucking do it.

[gamerbearmira]

Hiii, I just wanted to say congratulations for graduating! Secondly, this au came to me while remembering a movie called "The golden compass"

So, how about twin souls au?

I don't have very much ideas for this au except maybe they end up separated?

Let's start off with the first "twins". Dolores and Isabela were born in the same month, so they have twin souls. They don't know what the other is thinking but they DO know when's something wrong.

In this au, twin souls are extremely rare and when they do exist it's quite obvious. Dolores and Isabela share partial heterochromia of deep purple and red.

Luisa and Antonio are soul twins too (Luisa had to learn that much later though for obvious reasons lol). So, they have central heterochromia of navy blue (??) and deep orange.

Camilo and Mirabel are the same but it's complete heterochromia of orange (or light yellow???) and teal.

Twin souls usually feel the emotions the other is feeling. The gifts aren't in this au but if they were, Dolores would feel Isabela's stress from her expectations, Isabela would feel Dolores' anxiousness and sensor y overload.

Luisa would feel random feelings of innocent giddiness and joy when Antonio was a baby. Those joint emotions haven't really left. If the gifts were in this au Antonio would feel Luisa's mental and physical stress.

In this au, it's kind of like a Rapunzel situation but a lot more wholesome-ish (and no glowing hair). The children are forbidden from going outside but only for their safety. Contact lenses would help the children are also too powerful.

Dolores and Isabela were born to parents (and grandparents) who weren't born as twin souls nor have magical powers. So, they are still learning how their powers work

Twin souls are usually given joint abilities, so Dolores and Isabela have the same gifts. But Isa has mastered the plant gift a little bit better than Dolo.

It's the same for the younger members too.

Luisa and Antonio still have their gifts, but they also share them. Luisa has a better hang on her strength than Tonito, and Tonito can talk to animals a little better than she can.

P.S Mirabel has the gift of emotional healing through self-made objects. Camilo can still shapeshift, and he has her gift to, but she has a better hang of it then him, it's the same vice versa.

There are no ceremonies in this au, all grandkids are just born with the abilities. Their magic isn't limited either I'm just trying to figure out how.

The grandkids parents and grandparents do try to give them the best life they can in-doors. But they already know they can't keep this up for long. Two of the oldest children are 21 for God sake...

But, NO child in the family has a good control on their powers whatsoever.

Mira and Cami at, but they barely have a good hang on their powers. Both 'twins' glow when their happy and randomly shapeshift. It's not as frequent as it was in their younger years, but it still happens.

Neither of the older twins have can control their hearing or plant powers (Lil whimsy tidbit, Isa and Dolo can hear things from the physical and Spiritual world. So, they can on occasion hear ghosts or fairies chittering about in the garden. So...you already know how annoying that gets.)

The only exceptions are Antonio and Luisa at this point. Luisa can control her strength when she's calm and she can resist the urge to talk to animals for the sake of going outside.

Antonio is still trying to control his strength, but he can avoid touching things if needs or wants to go outside. It's the same for the animal thing except neither 'twin' wants to go outside when the others can't without being reassured (over and over again) that it's okay.

To outsiders, most people think the only children in the madrigal home are Luisa and Antonio. Some villagers remember the mothers being pregnant a few times before and a few years after Luisa was born but chalked it up to the babies before and after her not making it (except Antonio.)

They do end up separated (by like, government people) but I'm not sure how yet.

Lots of people know that you can use a twin soul against the other. Think of how the witch threatens Hansel that if he doesn't eat, she'll hurt his sister. That sort of thing.

So basically, if you have the right resources and advantage, you can use twin souls for things. But I'll think of the rest later!

THANK YOUUU YIPPEEEEE

And I have never seen The Golden Compass BUT YOU GOT MY ATTENTION REGARDLESS 🗣🗣🗣

I mess with the idea HEAVYYYYY especially then sharing gifts, that's such a cool concept tbh. I also like how the others don't have gifts, so the grandkids are essentially just clueless 😭😭 even with Luisa and Antonio going out, it's probably not really any safer despite their abilities.

ALSO EVIL GOVERNMENT PEOPLE WHATTTT...I mean. Not me, you know 🙏🙏 but like honestly I'm not surprised. It always happens like that in the movies and books 😭😭

Crazy how well hidden they are though. Like to the point that Luisa and Antonio are thought to be the only children??? CRAZY WORK

I can't wait to see what else there is <333 have some poor drawings that took me honestly too long. I haven't drawn either my finger in a minute 💀💀

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was wondering what's your personal headcanons on the Bayverse Turtles? I may have spelled headcanons wrong, so correct me if I am wrong.

(Dude I always spell headcanons wrong I got you)

Oooh hc time! Random stuff really, but:

Mikey has ADHD and Autism. I mention it very briefly in my tmnt chat fic, but I read a fanfic with this idea and it just fits so much for me. Especially the ADHD, which I think the creator of the movie confirmed somewhere anyway?

Donnie has chronic pain in his upper back/spine area, specifically where the shoulders are. To me, he just seems to have a more awkward, uneven build compared to his brothers - he is thinner and taller, yet his shell is still huge. So i kind of had this hc floating around. Idk if other people like it but eh. Cant be a nerd without a bad back I guess

Mikey and Donnie are definitely the younger brothers. Mikey being almost a full year after Donnie, and Donnie being about half a year after Raph and Leo (who are the same age)

Raph knits. Basically confirmed anyway. Specifically he learnt to knit after they were struck by a particularly harsh winter and needed blankets - Raph, being the only one that wasn’t too weak/in hibernation mode at the time, learnt how to knit to try and protect his family when he couldn’t fight the enemy with punches and kicks. He still knits blankets for them every year when the winter grows cold. They keep every one, so they have the comfiest beds

They share a room. 4 giant turtles crammed into one room with rickety bunk beds and hammocks is very funny to imagine

Leo loves romance movies. In particular the TV movie ones.

Leo had a similar attitude to Raph when he was a child until Splinter went missing for a few days whilst scavenging for food (he was fine in the end…mostly. A hasty escape from a warehouse caused him to injure his leg and be forced to hide until he could gain enough strength to return to his sons). When seeing his brothers grow hungry and scared over the few days he took charge, becoming much more of the Eldest Brother figure.

Mikey idolises Leo. He wants to be just like him one day. He thinks he’s the coolest. (It makes Leo’s comment about his head “always being in the clouds” hurt so much more)

Mikey gets a Klunk eventually, saved from being drowned. Her siblings were not as lucky (yes, I am very much writing a fic for this)

Donnie’s favourite pass time is computer science/programming/IT based activities, like how 2012 Donnie seems to enjoy chemistry the most and 2003 Donnie leans heavily towards engineering.

Leo loves house plants

Raph hates house plants

Donnie is blind as hell without his glasses and spent a lot of his younger years unable to see much. Once he could finally see he suddenly was given a world with endless possibilities and potential

Leo is terrible at technology. I’m talking 80 year old woman bad. He always clicks on scam ads and blows up computers. Something just doesn’t click with him and technology

They all have heavy turtle instincts due to them, like 2003, being just turtles rather than a mix of human dna. This causes them to have instincts and qualities turtles have such as retreating into their shells, brumating (at least partially), chirping, etc.

Donnie has a major sweet tooth

Raph can’t stand most sweet things

As kids, they would spend most their time looking at the human world and pretending they were with them.

Donnie is autistic, and has a lot of stims when he is happy that involve chittering and chirps.

Leo cheats at every video game/board game they play due to the eldest sibling advantage

Mikey loves to draw his own comics

Their Christmas hip hop album is fire

Raph is actually the cook, and is quite good at it. Mikey always burns things or they are undercooked because he’s too impatient, Donnie experiments and Leo blows everything up

That’s all for now!

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 5: 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒔

words: 911 pairing(s): mountain + hank the raccoon/juniper the cat catch up on the hank lore [here] and [here] and [here]

✿

A thumbtack. An acorn. A loose ribbon. A big lilypad snatched from the lake. Pebbles, flowers, and petrified chips. Even a lost earring without its twin, the worn gold star glinting from where it’s buried in the pile of random trash and trinkets.

Mountain stares. The only reason he noticed it at all was because he had to scoot out the storage cabinet to get to the stone planters. He sets down the tower of pots he was shuffling from one end of the greenhouse to the other and wipes his hands on his apron. Curiosity reels him in; he squats down to inspect the squirreled-away pile of things at closer proximity. 

The little stash is actually quite unique. Hardly any duplicate objects besides the pebbles—even the dried blooms differ from each other. Mountain pokes around some of the objects with his finger, rummaging for the more buried items. A broken plastic bubble wand. A scrunchie. Part of a grucifix. A cork. Even a guitar pick. And . . . are those . . ?

“My glasses?!” Mountain frees them from the pile and stares at everything open-mouthed. He’s been looking for them for weeks; swore he left them in here, just on the bench, but when he had come back the next day they were gone. He had come to terms with having to get a new pair (though he quite liked these ones)—and yet, here they are.

There’s a rustling behind him, and when a round little body toddles up to him, the puzzle pieces click into place.

“Hank,” the earth ghoul accuses. He dangles the pair of readers in front of the raccoon’s twitching nose. “Why’d you steal my glasses, dude?”

Hank chitters and whips his fluffy tail back and forth, ears pinning back to his head. 

Mountain sighs and offers him a scritch under the chin. Too cute to stay mad. “I’ve been blindly potting flowers for many days, little one,” he scolds, albeit with a kinder tone. 

The animal squawks and pushes past Mountain’s legs to his trinket stash. He whines when he sees the state of it, all scattered about and disorganized.

“Well you can’t blame me for wanting to look,” the earth ghoul defends himself. “You’re not stealing from other people, are you?”

Hank screeches at the accusation.

“Sorry, sorry. Just me then, hm?” He gets screeched at again and bapped in the shin with Hank’s tail. 

Lucifer give him strength, he’s arguing with a raccoon. “Okay, let’s just say you found them, then.”

Hank is pleased with this answer. He chirps and begins to re-arrange his items. 

“Why do you have all this anyway? I mean, I’m a lover of a good trinket myself, but you aren’t exactly the collecting type of species . . . also I’m not sure that all of these things count as trinkets.”

The animal gives him the best side-eye a raccoon can muster.

“Hank, there’s a dead bumblebee in here.”

If a raccoon could roll its eyes and lift its chin indignantly, Hank would do that. Instead, he chitters what can only be a string of small mammalian passive aggressive statements. 

“There’s no need for such language.”

Hiss. Chirp chirp. 

Mountain rubs at the bridge of his nose. “I’m not saying you can’t—listen. Little one. My darling. Little. Creature.” He emphasizes each word with a sigh, chopping his pressed-together palms down as punctuation. Hank stops fussing with his objects and looks at the earth ghoul with those black little orbs. “Could we, perhaps, just find a better place for them? Put them somewhere I’m not going to accidentally crush them with an old armoire, yeah?” 

The animal screes happily, bouncing over to the earth ghoul and standing up with his little hands outstretched. Mountain snorts and picks him up, rising back up to his feet and flipping him over to rub his belly. 

“Why do you have to be so cute?” he asks, playfully pinching under Hank’s chin. The raccoon only kicks up a scratchy purr in response, swatting at Mountain’s wrists weakly. Mountain bounces him like a baby for a few moments before setting him down again, glancing around for something to use for his friend’s treasures. 

“Hm. I think there’s an old basket or . . . something around here,” he mumbles. He taps his hands on his apron as he scans the rows of tables and shelves. No . . . no . . . no. Suddenly, Mountain stops. Scrunches his face up and turns back towards Hank fully confused.

“Why are you hoarding things anyway?”

As if to answer his question, Juniper squeezes her way through the back door. Mountain had put a kitty door in it for her and Hank—though, Hank still prefers to force himself through the gap in the opposite corner of the green house where the windows have bowed out throughout the years. 

The white cat offers a mrrow in greeting, striding up to the both of them with an unbothered, graceful aire. Hank chitters excitedly and bounds over to his pile of trinkets, quickly selecting a mystery bauble between his thin little paws. He shoves it in his mouth and runs over to her side, chirping in greeting and dropping the object at her feet.

A close-to-fresh dandelion. Juniper mrrp’s at the gift and leans down to inspect it, the buttercup yellow petals tickling her nose. She seems pleased with the gift and rubs her cheek affectionately against Hank's with a purr. Two little unlikely lovebirds.

“Ah. Should have guessed that’s who those were for . . .”

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[idle-daydreams]

Howl

[Diviner!Kunikida x Yokai!Reader]

Tw: Slow-burn yandere, obsession, kidnapping, dub-con

[A.N: This was supposed to be for Halloween. My procrastination levels are *chef's kiss*]

The reports said that it was a yokai epidemic. Spirits taking on the form of beautiful women to seduce the locals and feed upon their energies. As a young but promising Onmyoji at court, Kunikida was sent in to deal with the mess.

Kunikida wasn’t too happy about this. For one thing, it cut into his already established schedule. “But I must do my job,” he told himself as he set off. The journey was long, the road hard; and when Kunikida arrived, he found the locals scared and mistrustful of “the man from the capital”. Ignoring this lack of a warm welcome – welcomes were irrelevant to his job, after all – he set about gathering information, determining that the yokai were likeliest to appear in the surrounding forest late at night.

And so that night, as the full moon rose, Kunikida set off into the forest.

The chittering and cries of woodland creatures filled the air; the rustle and sigh of the trees set his teeth on edge. He could appreciate the beauty of nature as much as the next man, but the fact was obvious that finding anything in there would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

“I mustn't let petty things bother me,” he told himself sternly. “My job is to protect the locals from the yokai. If it takes time, then so be it.”

A faint sound came to his ears, different from the muted din of the forest. It was laughter. Women’s laughter.

Kunikida paused, ears prickling. There was the faint splashing of water, the murmur of the breeze... and another silvery peal of laughter from his right.

Dropping to his haunches, he crept along towards the source of the sound. Beyond a tall thicket was a large clearing with a small pond. Several women sat in a circle upon the dew-strewn grass, laughing and playing with a silver ball.

Yokai.

They couldn’t be anything else. Their skin was translucent, their shining hair loose, their nails a little too long to be normal. Kunikida drew a sharp breath and made to begin the dispelling incantation. But before he could do so, the yokais’ heads snapped towards him. Quick as a flash, they fled into the forest.

“Damn it!”

Kunikida chased after them. They’d run off in different directions, so he chose the one at random, reciting the incantation under his breath. Something caught at his foot, however, sending him crashing to the ground. A shadow fell over him. He looked up. One of the yokai stood over him, draped in a blood-red kimono.

You.

Your hair shadowed your face, your eyes gleaming with a strange light. Before Kunikida could do anything - before he could move or even think - you leaned over him and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Time stopped.

Your lips were soft and sweet against his, as delicate as a rosebud in its first bloom. You smelled of sandalwood and spices, overpowering his senses. The world darkened for a minute, fading away before your beauty and brilliance; he closed his eyes, letting the ecstasy take him.

When he opened his eyes, you were gone.

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Kunikida returned to his quarters in a daze.

‘It seems that the yokai got the best of me,’ he wrote in his notebook, as the rising sun lightened the skies. ‘Everything after the... encounter is a blur. I must be more wary of them in the future.’

Then he closed his notebook and sat staring out the window.

He could remember everything quite vividly - your scent, the colour of your hair, the feel of his skin against his own. His cheeks reddened even now as he recalled just how sweet the kiss had felt. The villagers had given him a place at the very edge of the village, little more than a shack that overlooked the forest. As he eyed the trees, he imagined you kissing another man that same way.

Irritation pricked at him, sudden and sharp. He bit his lip and reopened his notebook.

‘The locals are in grave danger,’ he wrote. ‘Until these yokai are expelled. It could be that the woman I met - the yokai I met - was preternaturally strong, but until there is evidence to the contrary, I must assume her strength as an average of their power. And... she did have power. I can still feel her enchantment upon me. I have the training to understand it for what it is, but others may not be so lucky.’

He closed his notebook again, tracing the “Ideal” written on the cover. Kunikida didn’t want anyone to get hurt, not when he could stop the cause. Yet for some reason, coming face to face with you terrified him in a way few things ever had. He’d faced demons before, but never once had they held any sway upon him.

“It is only an enchantment,” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I should cleanse myself, and cast more wards to protect myself against future attacks. Running away is not an option, of course.”

But an entire morning performing prayers and rituals did little to drive you from his thoughts. By midday, he irritably decided that he’d done enough to protect himself, and stomped off into the forest to begin tracking you and your friends down. He searched and searched and searched, driven by a manic energy he couldn’t quite explain - he tried to convince himself that it was only his impatience, but some other emotion lingered at the back of his mind that he didn’t want to think about - until the sun disappeared and the moon reigned over the sky. Sweaty and exhausted, Kunikida came to an old torii and sank down upon the steps leading up to the shrine.

“This is ridiculous,” he huffed. “Her signs are everywhere.”

“Who are you talking to?”

Kunikida tensed, then turned. There, up on the steps framed by the full moon, you stood triumphant.

“Hello,” you called. You’ve returned, Diviner.”

“I have,” he said, ignoring the fluttering in his heart.

“Come back for a more?”

“No.” His face heated up. “I am here to banish you and your friends to the Underworld.”

Really?”

There was a teasing note in your voice. Kunikida’s heart skipped a beat, and he clutched the talisman under his shirt. You were working your power on him again. He could feel it, by the way his heart was drawn to yours. “Enough of this,” he said, raising his hand to perform the necessary mudra.

“Sounds like entirely too much effort.”

You came closer, a coy smile playing about your lips. You were just as lovely as he remembered, a being of moonlight and the autumn air; he wanted to reach out and touch you, to see if you were real or a figment of his imagination. Reluctance seized him, making him pause his chant. 

“Stay back,” he said, his throat dry. “I am not afraid of you.”

“I don’t think its fear that’s stopping you.”

You brushed your knuckles against his cheek. Kunikida tilted his head towards your hand, taking in the warmth and pressure of your skin against his own. Slowly, gently, even unwillingly, he reached up and cupped your hand with his own.

“Come with me,” you whispered, taking his hand.

It was wrong. Kunikida knew it was wrong. But a veil of madness seemed to have descended upon his mind, clouding it with a miasma of delight. Vaguely, he was aware of you leading him away into the forest; then, your arms were around his neck, your lips on his, your body pressed against his own. Your tongue darted into his mouth, and he moaned.

He let you push him to the ground, straddling him. Swiftly, you slipped off your kimono, allowing him to gaze greedily upon your unclothed form.

“This is wrong,” he whispered.

“Hush,” you said, placing your hands upon his bare chest. “Do you want me?”

He looked at you. “Yes.”

You smiled and let him take you.

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It became a routine, a secret, shameful addiction. Every night, Kunikida would return, drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Each night, he would surrender himself to you, losing himself in a haze of ecstasy and delight that lasted until morning. All that passed in between was a blur - your body beneath him, your head thrown back, your body writhing with pure, unadulterated pleasure - dreams more suited to a teenage boy than a full-grown man. He would press entreaties and hopes upon your skin, babbling to you for hours about his ideals, his hopes and his dreams, all those things that he would never reveal to other humans.

During the mornings, however, shame would overwhelm him. He was failing his duty, failing the people who’d placed his trust upon him. He would spend hours praying and trying to cleanse himself, even while thoughts of you danced around in his mind. On top of that, his strength was failing, reminding him that no matter how soft and sweet you seemed, you were still a yokai feeding off of him. But through the shame and self-loathing, a darker side of him started to emerge. A part that no longer cared about his failing duty, that was proud of the fact that you fed upon him alone. The thought of you taking another lover made his blood boil.

‘I need to put a stop to all of it,’ he wrote feverishly in his notebook. ‘These women – these yokai – they cannot be allowed to harm the people any longer. I cannot allow it.’

But at the same time, he didn’t want it all to end. When was the last time he’d ever felt this happy – this alive? You were everything. The beat in his veins, the breath in his lungs, the fire in his heart. You made him feel alive, in a way no one else ever could.

A dark thought began to coalesce in head, one that scared him to even put on paper.

“You’ve been here a while now,” you said to him one night as the two of you lay upon the forest floor. “The moon was full the first night we met, and its full now. I thought you wanted to banish me and my sisters, Diviner?’

“I did,” Kunikida said slowly, gazing up at the sky. “You know full well what you’re doing, [Y/N].”

“I didn’t realize just how good I am,” you said with a small laugh. “But really, if you can’t handle it, then you should go back to the capital. You won’t last long if you stay with me.”

“Why?” he said with a sudden twinge of panic. “Are you tired of me? Is there someone else whose energy you prefer?”

“No, no, that’s not it,” you said quickly, ruffling his hair. “But if you stay with me any longer, you’ll die. I don’t want that.”

“No?”

His heart soared at your words. But you simply shrugged and continued. “Me and my sisters... we don’t want to kill humans, we don’t hate them. But humans are too frail, they die too easily. Its an unfortunate reality of this world.”

Kunikida propped himself up on one elbow to look at you. You were still as beautiful as ever, but there was more to you now: you were graceful, kind and understanding, beyond what any human woman could ever hope to be.

Ideal. You were his ideal woman.

And you wanted to leave him.

“Even if you don’t voluntarily kill them, you’re still a threat,” he said, pursing his lips. “I can’t leave until I banish you all.”

“Then do it.”

“What?”

You shrugged. “This world isn’t fun any more. Its too grey, too depressing. And like I said, humans are too fragile. I-” you took his hand, pressing it to your chest- “will miss you. But if you care about me, please give me and my sisters with safe passage to the Underworld.”

No. No, no, no. Kunikida wanted to scream. He opened his mouth, then paused upon noting the troubled look in your eyes. “I see,” he said instead, schooling his face into a mask of indifference.

“Are you all right with that?” you asked.

“I’ll be fine. I just... wish you hadn’t tired of me.”

“Kunikida-”

“I will do what you ask,” he interrupted. “Just give me till tomorrow. Its the full moon, right? It’ll be a good night for the ceremony.”

You fell silent, but he could see the relief in your eyes. Revulsion roiled within him at what he had become, but he was too far gone to back down now.

“Tomorrow,” he repeated. “I will open the gates to the Underworld.”

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You felt nervous. Your sisters milled about inside the shrine, just where you’d promised Kunikida you’d be. Though the autumn moon was full tonight, its full splendour was masked by the clouds - a bad omen if you’d ever saw one.

He had to be here. You didn’t know how to get to the Underworld by yourself, an oversight you were bitterly regretting now. There was much to regret about your ill-planned excursion, the chief of which was your dalliance with Kunikida. He was a strong Diviner, with an iron will; far more than what you’d thought you could handle.

 There were footsteps outside. Tension tightened in your stomach like a bowstring. Kunikida appeared in the door, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Kunikida,” you said, hurrying to him. “Thank you for coming.”

“I said that I would be here,” he answered. “You need my help, don’t you.”

His face was pale and hard, his expression set. Looking at him, you felt another twinge of anxiety. “Are you sure you will be all right?” you asked. “We’ve had a rather intense time together.”

“I’ll be fine.” He gestured for you to join your sisters. You went to them, watching him in silence as he began the ritual to open the gates of the Underworld. You still weren’t sure of his feelings - Kunikida was difficult to read, even for a human. One moment he could be soft and kind, the stoic and harsh. Either way, you were glad to be going home.

A blinding light emanated from the floor as the gates began to open. Your sisters cheered up, hurrying to pass to the other side. You made to pass through as well, when Kunikida called out to you.

“[Y/N]”

You paused and looked at him. There was raw pain etched upon his face.

“I’m sorry,” you said, helplessly. “I wish we hadn’t come here. I wish I hadn’t put you through everything. You weren’t supposed to, you know. Most people are so badly affected by being around us that they don’t even think of crossing our path again.”

“I know.” He held out his hand. “Just... please let me touch you one more time.”

You hesitated. Surely no harm could come from that? Cautiously, you reached out to him, intending to do no more than to pat his hand.

He grabbed your wrist.

The gate slammed shut.

Darkness fell as the light was cut off.

“What—agh!”

You scream as plain lancinated up your arm, spreading through your body in wracking waves. You collapsed to your knees, barely able to think or scream, as your power was ripped from you.

“I’m sorry.” Kunikida knelt next to you, his expression pained. “But I had to do what was necessary.”

Wrenching your eyes away from him to his hand. There was a small woodblock stamp hidden in his palm, a binding symbol carved upon it. There was a corresponding symbol stamped upon your wrist.

“You—” you grimaced. “You’ve bound me.”

“I have.” Quickly, he wrenched your kimono off of you. “I’m sorry, but I cannot let you go. You have to stay with me forever.”

“I—”

“I will not allow anything else.”

He pulled a rough, homespun robe upon your shoulders. Human clothes. As the pain began to subside, the realization of what he was doing – of what he’d done – dawned upon you..

“No.” You weakly tried to push him away, tears welling in your eyes. “No, I won’t let you!”

“Let me?” Kunikida’s expression hardened. Pain flared once again in your head, making you scream. “There isn’t anything you can do to stop me.”

“But why? I thought you wanted to be rid of me!”

He shook his head, eyes dark, pulling into a smothering embrace. “[Y/N], I love you. I never want to be rid of you again.”

[lazywriter-artist]

Hear me out

HEAR ME OUT

I do not wanna anger any t’au fans glance over to the empty desert of one person but like hear me out!!

Was chitter chatting with a friend and like-

They called T’au the ‘cows of space’ and like—

G U Y S

MOO T’AU dies

More mammalian faces to help endear people to them + tails for the character design appeal to go with their already precious hooves????? The babiesss!!!!!!

Like to be fair I think most T’au designs work fine and communicate alien very well and all and their planet is different and that’s why they look like that or whatever, but their cute with their little hooves and precious armor I’m just a sucker for animalistic character design (cough chaos gods designs cough) and like the canon designs are good!!!! I’m just a freak

Maybe these can just be some sort of cross between a T’au and some unnamed aliens UwU if we REALLY need an “reason” other than I love them your honor

So here’s my ramblings about this eye twitch

To start off I just have a few random doodles figuring them out and stuff, seeing how their faces would work and figuring out elements I’d keep and loose!

To keep them recognizable as t’au I decided to keep their lack of hair (mostly well talk about it—) and turn their little ‘nose’(?) situations into markings instead! They’re also still blue I just— didn’t color them :3

Imagine….i jest i jest….unless?

This is where they get their cow ears and tail and it will not be changing ever-

I also mostly went with their descriptions from various wiki pages and things and just took inspiration bits and bobs from artwork!

Fire caste are in the range of human heights and are the most muscular of the castes, they even have more muscle mass then most humans to counter their planets naturally harsher gravity. this also aids their prowess as soldiers!

The fire caste’s hooves come more to a clawed shape, their ‘dewclaws’ normally being larger and thicker than other castes. Some higher ranking officials even having dewclaws that resemble and have sometimes get used more like a rooster spur, the fire warriors in some cases of being brought into imperial custody have been recorded to attack with these claws and often are trimmed or ‘booted’ to counter act this risk (especially with the “spur” variants)

Ironically with their soldier classification they are actually, by certain imperials which will not be named, found to be some of the cutest. The caste have thicker ears (likely to minimize damage taken when fighting) and out of all 5 castes are actually incredibly fluffy- adding to the human mind finding them to be “cute” on some level. The fire castes’ also have tails on the shorter end with thick fluffy hair tufts on the end of their tails

The fire (and air) castes are the only two which have prominent claws, which again aid in battle and self defense when/of unarmed and it is not uncommon to see a young tau’s hands with little mittens to prevent the young infants motor control practice from harming themselves

Earth caste are the shortest of the castes, stockily built and often a bit heavier then most fire caste due to their dense builds and often being a bit fatter then other castes.

Their hooves are duller and much more ground down then the fire caste, their legs tend to be thicker and much much much more musclar (though mileage may vary as some members of the caste can be more muscular than others and vice versa) they have also been seen occasionally displaying the “spur” variation.

Their ears are thicker and firmer then the fire caste, they are second fluffiest of the castes and the shortest tails with thin fur tufts that remind much more of some sort of strange dog. Their faces are in a resting sort of puppy face due to the way their mouths curve and even when (slightly minimally) emoting their face remains the same :3

Air casters are the lankiest and second slimmest & tallest of the castes. Slightly shorter than the water caste they are a bit more muscular then them but no where near the fire or earth castes’ broadness. Their hooves as very similar to that of the water caste and are very slim and thin and almost horse like in nature, they also have the smallest dewclaw of the caste’s and are one of the only castes which lack the “spur” mutation.

They have some of the thinner and floppiest ears of the castes (these help planet side air travel or when fast winds blow it won’t irritate the ears). They take third place in how fluffy they are. The air caste feature slim tails with very spare and thin hair tufts, but are on the middling length when it comes to their tails. As well as being the only other caste with claws :3

Water caste are the thinnest and tallest of the castes but are much more evenly proportional than the gangly lanky air caste. Again their hooves are similarly slim and dainty with a horse like air to them, but can often be ornately painted or decorated with various items but especially jewelry depending on the individual.

They are the sparest furred of the four castes (most ethereal are hairless :3) and tend to be the most ornately dressed. Their tails tend to be the longest and fluffiest thickest furred and tend to be groomed and styled in various ways and specially adored with bangles and jewelry. The caste having a very strong affinity for shiny objects normally are adorned with jewels to match and slim but long ears are often pierced and bejeweled end to end and anywhere in between. They also tend to have the most control over and be the most expressive of the castes!

All castes can have any variety of hair styles really, and depicted outfits/“unifroms” are not one size fits all and naturally the castes can see various changes depending on rank, line of work, individual preferences and more

The chart below also depicts the tallest of each caste, at their maximum heights, most caste members range a bit shorter then theses Water caste stands in at 7 feet tall (~213 cm), Air caste tend to max out around 6 feet 5 inches (~198 Cm), the fire caste again tend to be in the human height ranges but max at about 6 foot (~182.88 Cm), Eath caste meanwhile as the shortest tend to max out around 4 foot 11 inches (~149 Cm)

Early concept sketches

I’ve yet to decide on some designs on etherals but I’ll get there. These alone were really fun but very time consuming lol even if most of these doodles I had finished prior but shhhhh I love these goobs a lot tbh they’re so silly….i love designing each caste and picking out little reasons for the design tidbits. I think one of my favorite things is character design and Augh this was so fun.

Honestly could probably ramble for ages on the design variations and lore change ideas I have for these goobs

Do hope you all enjoy my little guys

[coccinelle333]

Weird shit about kwamis

Rewriting this because @lovebvni asked me to

I've never really tried to keep my DR cannon. Everything I say might just be specific to my DR.

Kwamis are weird and honestly I haven't asked that many questions but what little I do know is really fucking weird and I don't like it. They're really cursed in my DR for no reason (I'm mostly joking but some of the stuff does freak me out)

It's probably my fault. I scripted that she looks like this and everything else is just a natural consequence of this bad decision:

Bonus information about Tiki:

she makes a little chittering noise kinda like purring??

I was deeply uncomfortable around her for a long time for obvious reasons.

She's less squishy than in the show she has an exoskeleton 😭 like a bug.

We get along fine and yes she's sweet but it does seem like something she puts effort into. She can be a bit judgey and prideful.

Without the miraculous they wouldn't be able to interact with the physical world outside of their powers. The miraculous have only existed for a couple thousand years and they were created by some guy. I know nothing about him.

They don't naturally have physical bodies. The only reason they do is because they miraculous act as a tether to channel them into their creepy little bodies. What we see isn't necessarily them just the vessel they're being channeled into at the moment if that makes sense.

A question that is seemingly unrelated but unfortunately isn't: Where do the suits come from?

A lot of people think they get sucked into the miraculous because they're sitting in there or something but it's actually because the miraculous needs to repurpose the vessel to create the suit. The matter used to give them a physical form is what gets rearranged to create the suit's material. I'm pretty sure this happens on an atomic level.

I'm trying really hard to explain this but I don't understand it fully and also I don't like it. The best example I could give of this is when Adrien couldn't transform because Plagg got stuck in a bracelet, ergo it would be incorporated into the suit and seriously fuck everything up. Because the suit is his little cat body with the atoms rearranged and if his cat body has a random bracelet now the bracelet is in the mix.

Weird.

[roryzlittles1ut]

Possum head canons! (No..I don’t mean the rodent. I mean Rory.)

SFW:

He definitely loves it when you play with his hair. When you play with his hair, he feels a lot of comfort and warmth. He often giggles a lot when you play with his hair.

Randomly talks to his little brother. Since his little brother is a possum, he knows he can’t talk, but he’ll still sit there (mostly when he’s high) and talk to the possum. He’ll pet it too.

(This isn’t a head canon but I think Possum was an actual possum before).

When he’s asleep, he’ll curl up into the ball. Just because he’s a human, doesn’t mean sometimes he might act like a possum. He would even chitter like a possum a tiny bit.

Loves nose kisses from you. He always gets very flustered when you kiss his nose, he doesn’t stop thinking about it..ever.

This man doesn’t have a house. He only has a tent in the middle of the woods, but he’s the person to get a random person to drive them places.

CUDDLING IN YOUR SLEEP. Possum is a clingy man, and he loves your warmth. In the middle of the night as you guys are sleeping, he will always wrap his arms around you and start kissing you or something.

Sleep comfort. Sometimes, Possum gets nightmares and needs comfort. He’ll whimper in his sleep until you hold him.

NSFW:

Omg, he’s a total sub when he’s not high. He’ll whimper and whine and blush. He would get very flustered.

“U-uh..this isn’t what I meant by..not denying the needy~..o-oh!”

When he’s high, he loves it sticky and messy. He’ll try his best to make it sticky for you.

HAIR PULLING KINK. Possum can go both ways, either you pull his hair, or he pulls your hair. He just loves the feeling of it. (Don’t ask me).

Snuggle fucking. When he’s too tired to get up and fuck you, he will just pull down your pants or something and lightly fuck you as you guys cuddle.

“M-mngh~..you’re so warm inside. What? No I’m not gonna stop..”

He would be the most loyal thing to you during sex, he’ll ask for consent and everything. He cares about your comfort and pleasure.

8 inches 🧍‍♀️🫶

He loves watching you ride him. As you’re riding him, he would just stare at his cock disappearing in and out of you. He will look at you, full of lust.

Smoking weed while sex..that’s it.

[avoskorm]

Fortune Favours the Grave

AKA a thing that came out of nowhere while I was working on something else lmao

Shoutout to @tastesoftamriel since I made a very brief reference to Talviel here. She's canon to me. The Gourmet who?

**********

There was a buzz of excitement among the wisps of the Lighthouse. The Fade was making something. Objects were appearing: in rooms, on ledges, up trees… on a plate? Didn't matter. It was different, it was exciting.

It was new.

Not new-new; they'd seen objects like these before. Great wads of dead trees or dead skin bound together in dead hide and dead bone. Dead. Dead, but living, in ink and charcoal and graphite and paint.

Like mortals, but different. Smelled different. Felt different. Was different.

The wisps chimed cheerily as they zoomed around to collect the new-things. One here, another there. It was a game. They were winning.

Neve's office usually seemed to be haunted by wisps; those that remained chittered excitedly at the ones playing outside. Neve raised a brow when a wisp flitted into the room carrying a book. Not wholly unusual, since the wisps were by now prolific thieves. She swatted half-heartedly at it from her seat; if she managed to grab the book, then great, but it wasn't a priority right now, absorbed as she was with her case notes. It floated just out of reach with the book, zigzagging through the air, trilling teasingly.

She shrugged and returned to her notes, and the wisp chimed; it almost sounded disappointed.

A wisp flew past the window, clinging to a book.

Another flew in through the door. Then another.

Neve frowned, dropping her notebook with an irritated sigh. She put it in a drawer, out of the wisps' reach; she wasn't making that mistake again.

What was going on? Who were they stealing from this time?

A fourth wisp flitted in through the door, and Emmrich jogged into the room behind it, his bangles jangling softly with each step. He ducked when yet another thieving wisp came in through the door, and tried to grab the book it carried as it zoomed past. The wisps danced a circle around the room, and they could swear they were laughing at them.

"I take it those books are yours?" Neve asked, bewildered. Her brows rose as she watched the wisps' delighted display; she didn't think anything could surprise her at this point, but the Fade somehow still managed it.

Emmrich shook his head. "Mercifully, no. I'm not sure these books existed at all before today; I certainly don't recognise them. Except, perhaps, for that one." He followed one of the wisps with his finger. "That, I believe, is one of Jovus' journals."

"Of course it is," Neve sighed.

Emmrich clapped his hands together, getting the wisps' attention, and their dance slowed. "Alright, friends, we've had our fun. May we please have the books back?"

The wisps stopped in midair and chattered amongst themselves, twinkling gently like teal stars. They quickly seemed to reach a consensus, and whizzed around the room, stopping only to deposit the books on Neve's desk one by one. Emmrich beamed and waved them on as they whirled out the door once more, chirping happily, off to search for some new and exciting mischief.

"Thank you, friends!"

Neve pinched the bridge of her nose; it was always something around here. "They're worse than Rook. And that's saying something."

"They are merely sating their curiosity," Emmrich tutted. An ongoing argument with the mortal residents of the Lighthouse, Neve in particular. "They're playing to their nature, and they don't mean any harm." He crossed to her desk and started thumbing through one of the books: a thick, handsomely bound volume in vibrant red leather.

"We've talked about this before," Neve said, wryly. "And we probably will again. Doesn't make it less of a hassle." She slid over the first book she put her hand on, and opened it to a random page. She glanced quizzically at Emmrich, who frowned at the book in his hands.

Emmrich took another book from the pile and flicked through it. He grabbed the journal and opened it to the first few pages to compare the text, and his frown deepened. "I don't suppose you can read this?" He asked.

"A little, but not the whole thing," Neve said, with a non-committal shrug. "Joe and I would sometimes use the odd word for a coded message, but otherwise? Even he said none of us would ever need it."

Very likely, since the ritual used to bring him to Thedas required an inordinate amount of blood magic, and it would probably require the same if not more to send him back, let alone anyone else of a mind to make the attempt. Who else would need to learn? Disappointing, nevertheless.

Emmrich studied the book and the journal further for a few moments, trying to translate a word or two from general context. His frown slowly turned as a theory took root in his mind.

"The Fade created these books, in his native language!" He turned to Neve and beamed, gesticulating wildly. "It must have sensed a desire for home, or something similar, and reacted accordingly. But to create something in a language from another world, known only by a single person, is remarkable! Oh, I must show him these and discuss it with him! Would you mind if I took these books?"

"I have enough mysteries here as it is, so go right ahead." Neve chuckled, and waved a hand dismissively. "If you find anything interesting, I'm sure you'll let me know."

**********

The Fade was a fascinating place.

Functionally infinite, worlds and dimensions as countless as the stars in the sky hiding at the fringes, full of mysteries to unravel. The sort of puzzle one could spend years on, find something completely new and exciting every single day, and yet get no closer to ever solving the problem overall.

But that's its glory! With every step, a new marvel, a new question to ponder, perhaps even a new friend or colleague! What could be more thrilling?

The Lighthouse's newest mystery came in a rather mundane form: several books, found in the oddest of places. A few more were helpfully added to the pile by some passing wisps, apparently having grown tired of their latest game.

It seemed as though only one person would be able to read these books, and he wasn't where he normally was, in his usual haunt in the music room.

Emmrich hummed disappointedly when he knocked the door and no one answered, so wandered back to the library with the small, but steadily growing stack of books. He placed them carefully on the table, took the topmost book and the journal, and settled himself on the sofa.

Propping the journal open across his knees, he inspected the book in his hands: a blue and grey striped hardcover, scored in one corner to mimic the bite of a shark. He gently flipped it open and frowned when he saw that the first few pages had been cut out. Which seemed odd, since the Fade had newly created these books. Either the Fade had removed the pages itself for some reason, or the wisps were getting proficient with knives. That was… a concerning train of thought.

He wasn't sure what -- if anything -- he was going to accomplish, since he knew very few words in Cyrodiilic, and the endeavour was made even more confusing once he realised that Jovus would occasionally write backwards.

At least it's pleasing to look at, he mused, heaving a frustrated sigh.

With the hopelessness of the situation finally dawning on him, he put aside the journal, and instead opted to flip through the shark-bitten book and just look at the pictures.

The book was full of colourful illustrations depicting a tall, grey-skinned pirate with the head of a hammerhead shark, leading Emmrich to believe that this was likely a children's story. The pirate-shark sailed with a motley crew of humans and elves, and was often posed heroically wielding a cutlass.

Emmrich chuckled to himself, finding himself wondering if this was the sort of grand adventure Jovus wanted to be a part of when he was a child. He smoothed the pages out with his hand, and leisurely flicked through the illustrations.

As he flipped through the pages, he slowly became aware of a presence behind him. So engrossed with his "reading," he didn't notice when the door to the courtyard creaked open. Nor did he notice when Jovus sauntered into the library, picking from a bowl of olives.

He glanced over his shoulder to find Jovus hovering behind the sofa, staring in quiet delight at the book in his hands. Emmrich smiled politely, and shuffled along the sofa to make room, inviting Jovus to join him.

Jovus set the bowl down on the table, and flopped onto the sofa. He laughed, eyes sparkling with glee, when Emmrich handed him the book. "'The Saga of Captain Wereshark.' Gods, I haven't read this in years." He opened the book and tutted, disappointed, at the missing few pages. "I have never been able to find the first chapter. At this point, I'm willing to bet it doesn't exist."

"Aha! That explains it. The Fade created these books, but I suspect it didn't have enough information about the first chapter to draw from, so it simply removed the pages instead." Emmrich suggested. He raised a brow, chuckling gently. "Wereshark?"

"What, did you think that werewolves are the only were-creatures that exist?" Jovus grinned, waving a hand dramatically for emphasis. "There's a whole were-menagerie out there."

"I genuinely cannot tell whether or not you're joking." Emmrich frowned, which only made Jovus laugh. He offered no further explanation.

Jovus inspected the pile of books on the table, idly running his finger down their spines. "So, the Fade made these? Why? How?"

Emmrich beamed, clapping his hands together, clearly delighted to be talking about his field of study. "Isn't it fascinating? I believe that the Fade sensed a desire for home, and did its best to recreate what it could from what it has learned of you. One might say that a book is a gateway to another world, so the Fade may have created these books as substitute for different 'places' for you to visit. The fact it also managed to draw from your native language is remarkable -- it's as though the Lighthouse itself is truly trying to make you feel welcome. As for the how, well, the simple answer, Jovus, is magic."

"I suppose that makes some sense. As much as anything in the Fade makes sense, at least," Jovus said, considering. He closed the book and put it on the table, away from the rest. "So you can't read them." It wasn't a question.

"Ah. No," Emmrich flushed, shaking his head. "I did attempt a translation using one of your journals as a reference -- one of the wisps took it -- but that was perhaps slightly ambitious on my part." He laughed lightly, a trifle embarrassed. "The illustrations are lovely, at least."

Jovus slid the bowl of olives closer to Emmrich; an invitation to share. He picked up each book in turn and thumbed through them, giving a brief summary of each:

The thick red volume was a book of poetry, mostly romantic tragedies. He promised to try and translate them properly for Emmrich to read through later, but warned that they'd probably lose something in translation, and almost certainly wouldn't rhyme when they should. Emmrich nodded; he expected as much.

There was a woefully bound, plain leather notebook, whose heavily annotated hand written pages looked like they were barely holding in place; that turned out to be a rather eclectic collection of delicious sounding recipes written by a remarkably well-traveled young woman.

Jovus picked up a thick black book with a stylised silver dragon affixed to the front. He laughed lightly as he flicked through it; a heavily embellished tale about a destined hero saving the world from being eaten by dragons. Said hero was apparently one of his cousins. Once again, Emmrich couldn't decide whether or not he was joking.

He continued through the stack, and a few of the books Jovus wrote the titles out letter for letter in Common; there was absolutely no way those words existed in any language. "Nchunak?" "Nchuleft?" Nonsense. Jovus snickered, and congratulated Emmrich on his valiant attempt to pronounce these nonsense words.

Next in the pile were two thin black books with a dull white skull embossed on the front. He hesitated; his hand hovered over them briefly, and he set them aside, reluctant to say anything about them at all.

"Oh, no." Jovus picked up a rather non-descript looking leather folio, and bit his lip, trying to suppress a laugh. "I dread to think what the Fade thinks of me if it believes that I wanted to read this."

Emmrich's brows raised, and he glanced over at him curiously. "Why? What is it?"

An impish grin spread slowly across Jovus' face, and he flipped to a page midway through the book. His eyes quickly skimmed over a passage, and he cleared his throat dramatically. He read aloud from the book, taking extra care to portray the voices. He watched Emmrich intently for his reaction, the grin never slipping from his face.

Oh no, indeed.

"I must finish my cleaning, sir. The mistress will have my head if I do not! "Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear. "But it is huge! It could take me all night! "Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time."

Emmrich covered his face with his hands and groaned, his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. "Oh, dear."

"It gets worse," Jovus said, eyes bright.

"I'm not sure I believe that."

"Well, it definitely doesn't get better." Jovus barked a laugh. "There's an honest-to-gods stage play version of this." He tapped the book. "I highly recommend it to anyone, it's terrible."

Emmrich and Jovus laughed together, and Jovus continued to work his way through the book stack:

Another book of poetry; this one Jovus insisted was awful and shouldn't be read by anyone. A bold claim, given the passage he'd acted out not moments prior.

Some romance stories, one of which was incomplete, but words were slowly being added to the pages over time, as if the Fade itself were writing it. Emmrich seemed particularly intrigued by that one. Jovus closed the book and set it aside, promising he'd check it again later.

A sickly green book whose name Jovus repeatedly tried and frustratedly failed to translate to Common, contained incredibly detailed diagrams of werewolf anatomy, inside and out. Jovus shrugged non-committally when Emmrich asked how they managed to get the information, perhaps naively.

"Drugging, capture, vivisection, forcing them to turn repeatedly until their bodies gave out," Jovus counted on his fingers as he spoke. "We aren't people, so it's fine." He waved a hand nonchalantly.

"My word. That's… barbaric." Emmrich stared at the book, horrified. "Perhaps I will look at that one… later." Much later.

Jovus shrugged again. "The information is still good, despite how it was obtained. Everyone involved in that book is long dead. I'll try to translate it, if you're that interested. Or you could always ask me questions, if you'd like. I am right here, after all." He gestured up and down himself, for emphasis.

Emmrich hesitated. "I will… consider it." He hummed thoughtfully, after a moment. "Perhaps you would permit me to examine you, sometime? Purely for the sake of furthering knowledge, of course." He added, hurriedly.

It's true he wished to study his beast form -- werewolf anatomy wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but given Jovus' presence on the team, it might have been prudent to learn. But books could only take one so far; practical knowledge and experimentation was far more productive.

"Of course." Jovus smirked, lounging back against the sofa. "Let me read your notes afterwards, I'll let you do whatever you like."

"Certainly! Knowledge is meant to be shared." Emmrich beamed. "I do so appreciate an experimental spirit." He propped himself up against the back of the sofa with his elbow, his hand resting on his temple, and he gave Jovus a considering look. "You know, you have a most curious way with words."

Jovus smiled innocently, fighting to keep his expression even, but the mischief clear in his eyes was betraying him. "What makes you say that?"

"'I'll let you do whatever you like'? Please," Emmrich smirked, and a low chuckle crackled in his throat. "If I may say, my dear, I certainly expected better lines from you."

Jovus' face split into a grin. Oh, this was going to be fun. "Perhaps it was just lost in translation? A slip of the tongue?"

"You and I both know better than that."

Jovus clicked his tongue, making a show of thinking deeply. "Hmm. Perhaps I should read you another passage from that book? Would that be better?"

"Gods have mercy, anything but that," Emmrich laughed, splaying his hands in mock surrender.

"Well," Jovus drawled out the word; he leaned forward, edging closer to Emmrich. "You claim to 'appreciate an experimental spirit.' May we put that to the test?"

"I admit, you've piqued my curiosity. There has been a particular experiment I've wished to share with you for some time." Emmrich smiled placidly as he gazed at Jovus' face, lingering on his lips.

"Might it have something to do with my werewolf anatomy?" Jovus asked, playfully. He slid closer still to Emmrich; their knees were barely touching. It was exhilarating. It was maddening.

Emmrich met Jovus' gaze, his eyes sparkling. "Your human anatomy will do just fine, thank you."

The echo of a heartbeat thrumming in his ears, Jovus closed what little distance remained between them. Finally, the gentle sparks of weeks of teasing back and forth had caught, and a flame was flickering to life.

He cupped Emmrich's cheek, and they closed their eyes as their lips brushed against each other's. He pressed a slow, tender kiss to his lips; perhaps softer than either of them were expecting, as if he was waiting for reality to catch up with him, and Emmrich would leave.

But Emmrich didn't pull away; instead he returned the kiss enthusiastically, which was more than Jovus had hoped for.

They smiled into the kiss, a serene smile which lingered even after they broke away and opened their eyes. Jovus traced the outline of Emmrich's jaw with his thumb, and he leaned into his touch.

Jovus laughed breathlessly, not entirely convinced that it was truly real. "We can't really call that an experiment. Only one result? Shameful," he tutted teasingly, and pulled his hand away.

"You are absolutely right," Emmrich said soberly, a spark in his eye and flush creeping across his face betraying the serious tone of his voice. "We ought to try again, and see if we can replicate the result."

He combed his fingers through the waves of Jovus' hair, and pulled him closer. They closed their eyes once more as they shared another kiss, hungrier and more certain than the first. Their lips parted, their tongues gently exploring as they each tasted the other, like they were sampling the finest of wines. Exquisite, and to be savoured.

Jovus slid his hand through Emmrich's hair, mussing the carefully applied pomade, but neither of them cared; nothing in that moment mattered more than the man in front of them. A moment they didn't want to end.

"Oh!"

They opened their eyes, and broke away from each other, slightly alarmed. Their faces were flushed, and Jovus beamed as he sank back against the sofa. They exchanged fond glances; disappointed as they were it had to end, they were happy to have shared that moment at all.

Bellara and Neve stood at the door to the courtyard; Bellara tried to cover her face with her notebook, as if that would make the interruption less awkward. Neve opened her mouth to say something, but instead opted to close it again and smile at them knowingly. It's about time.

"You may as well come in," Jovus laughed lightly, and gestured towards the chairs at the table. Neve and Bellara shuffled in and took the offered seats. Bellara patted herself down, looking for a quill.

Jovus picked himself up off the sofa and collected the red book of poetry, and stacked what remained of his bowl of olives on top. He sighed, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. "Oh no, we forgot to note down our findings. Looks like we'll have to try the experiment again sometime."

Emmrich nearly choked on a laugh. "Once again, you are absolutely right. I look forward to it."

Fizzing with restless energy, Jovus slipped behind the sofa towards the music room door, but Emmrich stopped him.

"Jovus? There is a ritual I must perform at the Necropolis -- not yet, but soon. You would be most welcome company, should you wish to join me." He smiled at him hopefully.

"Just let me know when," Jovus replied, barely able to contain his giddiness. He paused for a moment, then padded back to kiss Emmrich on the temple. With a wink towards the women, he gave the room a parting bow, and sauntered towards the music room. He glanced briefly back over his shoulder, as if to assure himself that it was real, then disappeared inside, grinning widely.

Emmrich smiled to himself, and slowly remembered that he wasn't alone in the library. He turned back towards Neve and Bellara, to find Neve pouring wine for the three of them.

Bellara bit her lip to suppress a delighted squeal, quill and notebook at the ready. "Tell us everything!"

Emmrich glanced behind him at the music room's stone door, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. Jovus had left him with the two women, and made his dramatic escape; exit, stage right.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #419

So, do you remember the image of the crow I sent you yesterday? And the song that was the reason that the last bit of text at the end is funny?

...And... do you know how my brain doesn't know how to shut up? Well. Surely you know that if you've been reading my letters. My brain absolutely does not shut up. Ever.

So it filled out the rest of the lyrics to the song, because... I don't know why. I swear to goodness, my brain just does things, and I don't even know what those things are half the time, hahaha!

You'll find the results of my brain's random lyrical spewings here:

...I was satisfied with the results.

I was also satisfied with the results of my breakfast today! I had some white bean salad, the leftover tiramisu (I only ate half of it at Eggcellent when we went), and some tea!

I even got some pretty great tea swirls today! I took a burst shot, converted it to a GIF, and then converted the GIF to an MP4 so I could put it on YouTube to show you:

...I'm maybe still feeling a little empty today for reasons I don't fully understand. I slept pretty well. Ate a good breakfast. I'm even hydrated and all that. Maybe it's just the weather or something...

So I played Hades. I probably played more Hades than I should have. But my brain was pretty foggy the whole time, and even though I ended up with a couple of pretty amazing builds at various points, my reflexes were sluggish and I died before reaching the final boss on every single one of my runs today. Lame.

...Oh well. At least I got this picture of a robin today. I knew it was there because Hoshi was chittering out the window:

I wonder what you're up to. I wish you could tell me...

...I wish I could just... talk to you, generally. I wish I could show you around my world a little. I wish I could share all the things I love most with you.

Maybe I'm just a little lonely today. I think everyone is probably busy and would rather not be bothered. Though M and J are literally right here, I've barely spoken to them at all.

And you know? I haven't worked on my weird crafting project at all in a while now. Hm.

...I wonder what's up with these things. I wonder what my brain is doing all up in my skull. Sometimes I wish I could crack open the bones and tell my brain to get its shit together.

Tomorrow will be busy. I have physical therapy at noon. Then an appointment with the orthopedic at around 1, I guess to discuss the merits of injecting cortisone into the space between my right scapula and spine or whatever. Then after that, maybe Ma from work will visit my house with his sister. I wonder what that'll be like.

...I hope she's nice.

...Thinking about it, I'm pretty sure it's not just random loneliness. I think the “inadequacy” type of thoughts are creeping into my skull, too, for reasons I don't understand. Because when I think of tomorrow and Ma and his sister coming over, my brain is immediately flooded with dread. Like... what if I'm not fun enough? Or... what if I'm too much of a nerd for his sister's liking, and she decides to tell me all about what a loser she thinks I am? Or maybe they'll decide I'm gross and unlikable because my house is too messy.

...Oh. You know what? This is probably happening because yesterday, I ended up revisiting the memories of being in the car with my stepmother on the way to or from my father's house. Memories in which I either blast angry music or get berated about what an awful and unlovable person I am. I revisited those memories yesterday, and so today, I am probably a little more prone to falling into old thought habits.

Whoops. I guess I'll have to try to be a little more mindful and hold a little more space for myself over the course of the next few days...

...Sephiroth. I'm not sure what else to write today. I miss you and I feel empty. I'm not really sure what to do. So I guess I'll go to bed. Maybe I'll feel a little better when I wake up.

I love you. Stay safe. Be good. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[tinypinkmouse]

Since you said you welcomed more asks for the WIP game, please tell me more about Shen Wei Is Not A Disney Princess.

Thank you! Yes I'm very happy to have more asks!

This one is delightful. Absolutely silly, but delightful.

Shen Wei wakes up from his long nap and decides to go off living alone in a cottage in the woods for reasons. (The reasons are largely unexplored at this point.) Everything else is basically the same, Shen Wei is just off in the woods, living his best cottage life with some animal friends, because obviously Shen Wei will have some kind of talking to animals power, right? (Okay, he was probably like really depressed when he woke up and then you know isolation and warding off the area so people don't find it and time maybe slipped away from him a little.)

So, Zhao Yunlan is chasing some random Dixingren and then gets lost in the woods. He manages to stumble into Shen Wei's little cottage clearing (which technically should be impossible because people don't actually find their way there).

It's very first draft-stream of consciousness still, but here's them meeting each other anyway:

Then all of a sudden he stumbles into a clearing. Which is unexpected. There's a cottage. Zhao Yunlan looks around. Well, this is good, right? There's bound to be someone here and that means they can probably at least tell Zhao Yunlan which way to go. Or at least offer him something to drink, he would really appreciate something to drink. And then the most beautiful man Zhao Yunlan has ever seen is there staring at Zhao Yunlan in what looks a lot like shock. He's wearing robes, and he has the prettiest long hair and there's a squirrel sitting on his shoulder. Zhao Yunlan blinks, but nope the squirrel is definitely still there. "Uh, hi?" The man startles at the words, and still doesn't say anything. So Zhao Yunlan goes on. "I'm Zhao Yunlan. Also very lost." The man blinks. Looks at the squirrel. "Is he really here?" He asks the squirrel. Said squirrel chitters something in answer. Like it actually understood him, which is ridiculous. Well, Zhao Yunlan has seen weirder things he supposes. But he doesn't think the squirrel is Yashou, it would have probably used actual words in that case. Also a squirrel, as far as Zhao Yunlan knows there aren't any squirrel Yashou. "Oh," the man says and looks back at Zhao Yunlan. "I'm Shen Wei," he says and stares at Zhao Yunlan like he never intends to look away. Or possibly like Zhao Yunlan might vanish if he did.

Zhao Yunlan is very lost and tired and he ends up staying the night when Shen Wei offers. In the morning there's breakfast and a lot more animals randomly staring at him. Including a bear, because of course there is.

There's a side plot of Ye Zun waking up and thinks Shen Wei is dead and then for reasons that probably only make sense to Ye Zun decides to become the Black Cloaked Envoy. So, at some point Zhao Yunlan mentions the Black Cloaked Envoy to Shen Wei and he more or less goes "who now?" And Shen Wei decides he really needs to summon the Black Cloaked Envoy right about now.

And then... I haven't really gotten much further.