#{ The cape is in fact to hide the tail. }

[hazbinned]

BLOOD BALL ~ ATTIRE.

"I'll be your sun." / Alastor {Sir Pentious' Plus One.} - @sirserpentine

Blood Ball Event ~ @cannibalxroses

Mask under the cut:

[starboltz]

My thoughts of the new Minecraft wolf variants!

With the recent announcement of the new wolf variants, I wanted to give my two bits about what real life animal each of the variants are based on! (I study animal ecology so I get excited when animals are depicted in anywhere)

The Pale Wolf, Black Wolf, Snowy Wolf, Ashen Wolf, and Woods Wolf

All of these wolf variants are based on the Grey Wolf (Canis lupus), whether it be the typical Plains Wolf (Canis lupus nubilus), or a different subspecies. The Grey Wolf is the most common wolf species found on the world, typically lives in packs of 4-9 members, and typically has 5 accepted subspecies in the science community - but in total has over 30 subspecies (determining subspecies can be tricky).

The Pale Wolf is specifically meant to represent a Plains Wolf, as this design has been representing the Grey Wolf in Minecraft for at least 12 years. The Taiga biome is one of the biomes where Grey Wolves can be found, making it a great place to find Pale Wolves in Minecraft.

The Black Wolf is not a subspecies, but rather a color variant of the Gray Wolf. The black coloring of their coats is not typically caused by melanism, but rather is a normal gene found in Grey Wolves. One of the causes of wolves having a black coat is due to the black gene being linked to higher immunity to canine distemper, meaning the black wolves that survive the virus are able to reproduce and pass on their black genes. Does this mean distemper exists in Minecraft? Probably not, but that's up to your interpretation.

The Snowy Wolf is based on the Arctic Wolf (Canis lupus arctos). Artic wolves' white coats help them blend into the snow to help them hunt prey, and to hide them from potential predators.

The Ashen Wolf is likely based on the Eurasian Wolf (Canis lupus lupus). The Eurasian wolf can have similar coloring to the plains wolf, but has also been found with greyer coloring along its back, tail, and upper legs and face, and with white on its cheeks, underbelly and lower legs.

I think that the Woods Wolf is based on the Tibetan/Himalayan Wolf (Canis lupus chanco). It was a challenge to find what subspecies the woods wolf was based on because most wolves don't have the deep brown-orange coloring seen on the woods wolf, but the Tibetan/Himalayan wolf can often be seen with these colorings in the wild.

The Rusty Wolf

The Rusty Wolf is based on the Dhole (Cuon alpinus), also known as the Asiatic Wild Dog. Dholes have a rich tawny coat with a rich chocolatey tail. Unlike another popular red canine (the dingo), Dholes live in tropic forests, rainforests, and other habitats, making it an appropriate fit to be the jungle dwelling rusty wolf.

The Spotted Wolf

The Spotted Wolf is based on the African Wild Dog (Lycaon pictus), also known as the Painted Dog or the Cape Hunting Dog. This is variant is my favorite of the variants, and is one of my favorite canines of all time. African wild dogs live in savannah and grasslands biomes irl, and have beautiful coats ranging in different patterns of tawny, black, and white. I don't know if this is possible for Minecraft mechanics, but hopefully the spotted wolves will have different coat variants like their irl counterparts.

The Striped Wolf

The Striped Wolf is based on the Aardwolf (Proteles cristata), which is a species of hyena, making them felids instead of canids! (Yes, hyenas are more closely related to cats than dogs). Aardwolves can be found in semi-arid and open plains, making the badlands a good place to find them in-game. Fun fact! Aardwolves mainly eat termites/ants. Hopefully the striped wolf won't starve in a "bugless" game (rip fireflies).

The Chestnut Wolf

This one frustrates me. I couldn't find a canine or canine adjacent animal that had even a similar coat pattern. This is not a wolf. It is a dog. Probably a Norwegian Elkhound.

[kiriekonamistan]

Sonic Underground Headcanons!

WHOO! Hyperfixation time again, bois!

This's a LOOOOOng one, so it's all under the cut. :)

•In some scenes Queen Aleena had been shown wearing a yellow cloak or cape with a yellow heart-shaped thing at the collar (I'd assumed it was a clasp of some sort); I headcanon that heart-shaped clasp is also a locket. On one side is a picture of herself, her husband, and Uncle Chuck while on the other side is a baby photo of the triplets.

•The reason the triplets didn't find Tails on their journey to reunite with Aleena is because she found him first. While Tails and Aleena travel around together he talks about machinery and tech teaching her about how to work around and evade Robotnik's security, while she provides a much needed constant support to him.

•Lady Windameer, Feral, and Sonic's adoptive parents knew the kids they'd found(/been given in Feral's case) were the missing royal triplets. Maybe not at first, but they all realized it at some point and kept that fact a secret.

•Sonic's early life was more isolated than Sonia and Manic's combined. First raised in a cabin off the grid and far from anyone but his parents, then kept a secret from the rest of the world by the Resistance while living in a bunker beneath a scrap heap with Uncle Chuck. He was probably both excited to meet new people (especially his siblings), but also very suspicious of everyone he met incase they were Robotnik's spies.

•Aleena and Manic share a love of practical jokes; while Manic is open and unapologetic about his pranks Aleena hides the fact that she likes, or has ever played a single prank in her life from most people. Only the people who're close to her know this secret.

•Uncle Chuck gave Sonic his love of chili dogs. Since the ration packs Robotnik produced tasted like (and often were made of) sawdust Chuck stockpiled natural ingredients and cooked Sonic a meal the kid hadn't tasted in years, his foster parents' recipe for chili dogs.

•Sonic was the most comfortable of the triplets with crossdressing, not only for disguises but in general. This led to Sonia and Mindy using him as a living manikin for testing out new outfits.

•Manic "knows a guy/girl" who can trade stuff to their group for just about anything. The van blew a flat tire? Manic knows a girl who works in a chop-shop and is willing to barter for belt buckles. Sonic caught a nasty illness and needs medicine? Manic knows a guy who can hook them up with a prescription for that, y'know under the counter.

•Before Mindy and her father were forced to flee their manor she was Sonia's primary source of high-fashion magazines, clothes, makeup, and accessories. After "the incident" at house La'Tour Sonia teaches Mindy a lot about how to mend and alter her preexisting clothes.

•Manic struggles with issues of self-worth. (he feels like he's always fading into the background, especially around his 'more impressive' siblings)

•Sonic struggles with ideals of his purpose in life. (he was nobody really special before he was forced to go live with uncle Chuck, then a tool and weapon of the resistance, now a symbol of the Old Kingdom and Freedom and Hope. His true goal in life is undefined in his mind, but he wants to find it. Sometimes, when he make Manic truly smile or gets to hear Sonia's real not-so-lady-like laugh, he thinks he's achieved that purpose. At least for a while, but those moments will always come back to him.

•Sonia struggles with her image and how it affects her different relationships. (at first she was an heiress and student at a private academy living like and aristocrat's child should, but she always had a wild side which she was taught to keep under wraps. She loves rock and punk music, but trying to mix that interest with her classical studies leads to reprimanding, disgust, and concern from teachers and her fiancé, Bartleby.

Then in a single night her role in the hierarchy is ripped like a rug out from under her; she's told she has a sibling, and not just one, but two brothers she'd never heard of before a SWATbot raid. She's told her mother isn't who she thought she was, that her biological mother is Queen Aleena, and the woman she called 'mom' has been roboticized. She's told that she's destined to join a rebellion and fight against the very system she lived safely, comfortably within for over a decade and a half- her entire life up to this point.

Sonia has lived a rigid life of black and white, authority and rebels, classical and rock, outrageous and righteous, the Empire and the Rebellion. Trying to reconcile the two clashing halves of her life is never easy, but her family and friends make it easier for her where they can.)

•In the episode where the triplets visit the castle (the one with the mirror portals) Aleena had been there for an entire day before her children showed up and enjoyed spying on them from within the reflections of the castle. She needed confirmation they were still safe and well. If she 'accidentally' startled some bats which freaked out one of the kids or cast an ominous shadow over them, that was her own business and no one else. (Refer to the prior headcanon about Aleena loving pranks.)

•QUEEN ALEENA IS A KIND, LOVING, AND WONDERFUL MOTHER. Yes she sent her children away, if you listen to the opening theme you'll understand why. Yes she stayed in hiding for roughly sixteen years, she and her family were being hunted by an evil dictator. I refuse to believe Aleena would be anything but kind, understanding, and loving to all of her children.

•While she doesn't have her own medallion carved from the Power Stone in Mobodoon, Aleena does carry a flute once owned by her late husband which contains a retractable blade made of a type of stone. This weapon is not traceable by Robotnik's sensors.

•The Kingdom of Acorns exists across a stretch of ocean due north-north-east of the Kingdom of Mobodoon. These two kingdoms had strong ties and friendly relations before Robotnik's rise to power in the Acorn Kingdom and his later conquest of Mobodoon. This is why a statue of King Max existed in Mobodoon.

•Sleet and Dingo are queer platonic. No I will not elaborate.

•After meeting Aleena, Tails builds a device to track the Chaos Emeralds for her. Shortly after this she sends Tails on his own special mission. This leads him right into the path of the triplets who he doesn't know or recognize. Aleena had told him about her children and their fight against Robotnik, but never mentioned their names or what they look like. From the time they meet onward Tails becomes and honorary member of the band, but is sent away from the front-lines to live at Sanctuary instead. He instantly bonds with Cyrus the Lion.

•Tails brings back a lot of memories to Sonic, memories of Uncle Chuck. Times when he would listen to the elder hedgehog tapping into different radio frequencies and relay messages. Being taught which wire goes where and how to fix Chuck's old, beat up van (the same one the kids later drive around cross-country). Even memories of his firs mission as a part of the resistance... and how badly it turned out.

•All of the royal kids used to get an extra present for holidays and their birthdays. Aleena made certain to either hand-make something with all the love she could give or find something she thought they'd like. She had to use unconventional methods of delivering these gifts, though, she was still a fugitive and couldn't directly contact any of them after all.

•Aleena's late husband had been a wandering knight before becoming her personal guard. After they were wed he couldn't be her personal knight anymore, so he recommended a very talented and promising soldier named Argus. (yep, that guy the kids meet up with at one point who gets roboticized.)

•The kids' father didn't have super speed or strength or anything like that. He and Chuck were brothers from the same tiny village far off in the mountains, secluded from the rest of Mobodoon. He was just a guy who wanted to seek out an adventure, discover whatever his calling would be, and find his place in the world. He was a calm, encouraging, good-natured hedgehog with a strong sense of justice and the will to protect others. Before meeting Aleena he thought all aristocrats and nobles were arrogant, greedy people with no concern for the lower classes. After meeting her he changed his mind... marginally.

•Aleena was much less formal when she was younger, though she always tried to be a little bit reserved. Before they were married, or even dating, her late husband encouraged her to be less hard on herself and let loose once in a while. They would race around a village square, Aleena's fancy clothes getting scraped and dirty while her knight tripped and fumbled heels-over-head into the village's fountain.

•After the war is won and peace finally begins Sonic signs a document to abdicate the throne. (I've always been under the impression that Sonic was born first, then Sonia, then Manic. That's just the vibes they give me, though. Everyone is allowed to have their own headcanons.) This decision gives Sonia the title of Crown Princess.

•At some point after the war Mobodoon needs to send and envoy to the Kingdom of Acorns to check on their neighbors and alert them that Robotnik is dead. (I can't see the story coming to an end without killing him off.) Manic really, really doesn't want to go at first and the rest of his family acknowledges his feeling on the matter but the rest of them are swamped with work trying to rebuild and reconstruct what little was left of the aristocracy.

Manic is noticeably more eager to return to the Kingdom of Acorns, specifically a place known as Knothole Village the next time any discussion about foreign envoys is brought up. Sonia thinks it has to do with that photograph in her brother's room of some red-headed chipmunk in a blue vest.

[whosralf]

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★ DIMITRI HEADCANONS ★

- It secretly loves affection, and tries to hide it, but his tail always wins and blush.

- tea lover,doesn't really like coffee.

- thriller and horror film/books lover

- when he was a janitor,years ago,they used to have a crush on Aristotle(then Ari started to date Arthur, the usual luck.)

- it likes to have picnics,alone or with Z,and he always have to make sandwich for Z and his tail too.

- is probably friends with Ssssherlock,and his tail loves to spend time with them!

- he hates jewelry, especially rings, they hurt his fingers.

- when he is bored or doesn't want to bring too many things when he is with other people,it hides his extra arms under his cape.

- like to take selfie/photos of himself or maybe with his tails or fans.

- he probably has a mug that says "buonjur bitch" (IDK WHY😭)

- feminist, and you can't prove me wrong.

- in his free time he watch movies,he loves thrillers but some sci-fi films don't bother him

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FUN FACT :: he was a janitor before becoming a "hero",we'll see more in the novel,but probably he used to work in the same school were Aristotle and Arthur used to study magic.

[dantent]

𝑴𝒆𝒐𝒘𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 [𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

A/N: This isn't a Raphael x Tav oneshot, it's more of a "Raphael was turned into a cat and Tav takes care of him" oneshot. Goes without saying that this is just a big joke and don't take this seriously. Please.

Blame the discord server for this.

Part 2

Raphael was fuming. He was meant to be the Archdevil Supreme. And yet here he was in the form of a beast, an animal – a cat. Forced, exiled even, to Faerûn. Once a place he schemed at, now his prison. Would he still have any of his humanoid forms, he would’ve already planned his great revenge, alas he was stuck in a ruined house, hiding from something as insignificant as rain. He cursed the entire hells for having such sensitivity to water in his new form.

The Devil never considered how a stray’s life would be, why would he? He was Raphael, a cambion of his rank would never stoop so low to think about the poor animals. If he could he would’ve laughed at that thought. But he wasn’t in any condition to laugh; his brown fur was dirty from being thrown in the mud by the portal that sent him to his doom. Curse Asmodeus, he thought, not even begging will better his fate once I’m crowned. Oh, but would that day even come? 

He growled once more. I’m Raphael, he raged, I will not be bested. It seemed he truly believed that, and yet there was a questioning voice in his mind. Raphael shook his now-tiny head, trying to silence it; but he had to admit that his situation was rather unpleasant. He sent another set of curses to his father, Asmodeus but most of all Haarlep. It was them who mocked his “obsession” with cats; earning him this cruel fate. No matter, he had survived far worse and this temporary setback wouldn’t be his downfall. Once he was able to get back, he imagined all the glorious ways he would kill all three of them.

As Raphael watched the rain, thinking of murder, he heard footsteps coming from the street. The Devil, or rather cat, lazily walked towards the entrance, wondering what idiot would run around in a storm. It was his little mouse. Raphael’s eyes widened, hope rising in him. Hope. He scolded himself for thinking of such things now. But Tav didn’t look towards him, in fact they hurried away from the ruined house. In a desperate attempt, Raphael started meowing as loud as he could, hoping Tav would turn back. And they did. 

Tav was always a kindhearted person, one he could easily use for his own gains; and today wasn’t any different. The hero of Baldur’s Gate rushed towards him, covering themselves with their cape. Raphael smiled but from the outside it looked like a distorted grimace. His little mouse, how ironic, bent down to pet him. In any other case he would’ve cut their hand off, but he reminded himself that currently Tav was the only person who could help him, again. No matter, he was patient after all. Another hundred years was nothing to him. He could wait. 

“Aw, you’re trapped here kitty?” their voice cooed at him. “Come, I can help.”

They took their cape off and tried to make a safe haven for him. Raphael wished he could slash their arms but he wasn’t one to bite the hand that feeds him. Not in this case, at least. He gently settled in Tav’s arms as they did their best to cover him with their cape. 

“Are you ready?” they asked before rushing out.

Raphael hissed as a stray raindrop fell on his head. It was a purely instinctual response, one he hated. The Devil spent so much time learning how to hide his reactions in his devil form; now he had to start all over again. Controlling the tail seemed easiest, as it reminded him of his previous one; but these vocal reactions got the best of him. Thankfully Tav seemed to be occupied with something else to notice. 

In the meantime Raphael started making his plan. First, his little mouses needed to recognise him. That would prove to be troublesome but if he remembered correctly, and he always did, Raphael could recall them using a potion to speak to animals before. He could only hope that Tav still had a potion. Hope, again. Raphael growled, trying to forget her. The last thing he needed was to be reminded of that stubborn fool. 

Before he could even consider where he was, Tav entered a tavern. Raphael didn’t recognize it at first but after looking around, he remembered its name – Elfsong. Not the luxury Raphael was hoping for but he had figured out Tav’s lack of style quite some time ago. His hero rushed upstairs, entering the bedroom. To his surprise, not one soul was present besides his little mouse. Tav set him down before releasing a sigh. 

“Oh you poor thing… You’re so filthy.” they shook their head. Raphael growled at them before setting off to find their backpack, and the potion he was looking for. 

He didn’t quite care what Tav was doing in the meantime, since he only needed them to understand him. Raphael was already sure that his little mouse would laugh at this horrid fate, which they would pay for, but he had to endure it. For now. 

Once he found the bag, he tore the top open with his teeth and claws, and started rummaging around. He hated the messiness of this but he didn’t have another choice as Tav didn’t seem to come after him. Raphael searched around in the hero’s disorganized bag, finding all sorts of things. Scrolls on top of scrolls, food that has been rotting there for at least months, a severed hand. The Devil grimaced just before he set eyes on the potion. He grabbed it with his mouth and began pulling it out before he was snatched away from it. 

“No! Bad kitty! Leave my potions alone, they could poison you!” Tav yelled at him with mocked anger. Once Raphael hissed at them, their expression softened. “Now, now, it’s okay. You’re fine but keep it that way, alright?”

Yet they didn’t put him down. Raphael whipped his head around before setting his eyes on a bucket full of water. Coincidentally Tav was walking right in its direction. Oh no. He took the rain and being thrown in the mud but he was not going to be bathed like some animal. Raphael screamed and tossed around in the hero’s arms, scratching every piece of flash he could get his claws on. He despised how weak he was in this form, unable to stop the fool from dumping him into water. 

“Stop that!” they shrieked. “Gods you’re so dramatic, I’m just trying to help!”

Tav raised him above them as Raphael stared daggers at the hero. His little mouse shook their head disapprovingly. Clearly they had not figured out who he was yet. And if they have and were just playing with him, Raphael was going to make sure their soul would suffer eternally. 

“You remind me so much of Raphael, that bastard.” How dare they. “I think I’m gonna name you after him. Wait, he would probably kill me if he found out. Hm.”

That he will. 

“How about Meowphael?” they laughed. “Yeah, that fits.”

Oh, Tav was going to die.

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Psst, you like Raphael? Why not sign this petition to get a Raphael romance (or at least more content with him)?

[kumeko]

A/N: For the @zodiac-carnival-zine! I love the banter and easy friendship between these three (with Hatori barely keeping these two from falling into chaos).

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Hatori was a busy man. He had to be as the Sohma family doctor. His clan was a large, sprawling one, and he had more patients than he had hair. Between his constantly complaining elders and his rambunctious younger kin, he had his hands full.

All of that wasn’t including his twelve special patients. They weren’t special in the sense that they had a lot of health problems, needing specialized care and constant attention. No, they were special in the sense that eleven of them were cursed to transform into the twelve zodiac animals. Special in the sense that the twelfth patient was a single, sadistic god. If it weren’t for the fact that he was the twelfth zodiac animal, Hatori wouldn’t have believed a word about the family curse.

Oddly enough, that wasn’t the strangest part of his family—no, that was reserved for the fact that they all lived in a circus. He had never been able to make heads nor tails of that fact, only that it was. At least it was a permanently based one, instead of a travelling circus; he couldn’t imagine the effort it would take to transport the entire clan from city to city.

The only benefit to it was that it wasn’t unusual to see a tiger or a horse here, so it wasn’t too hard hiding a transformation. Not that his own transformation was anything special—the dragon he turned into was more of a sea horse than a beast to be feared. For a while he had considered studying veterinary medicine, just in case, but now he was grateful that he didn’t. Who knew how busy his days would have been then?

Actually, he knew the answer to that: the same as now, too busy. Which is why he didn’t have the time to stand in front of a full-length mirror, his arms erect at his side as he made a giant ‘T’ shape. Grumpily, he stared at his reflection. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“Why not?” Standing next to him, Ayame gasped and clutched his chest. His measuring tape hung loosely between his fingers as he swayed back and forth. “You don’t like my costumes?”

Hatori bit his cheek. In all honesty, the black pants were a little too loose for his tastes. The only saving grace was the soft blue shirt, the tamest thing he’d seen come out of Ayame’s wardrobe. It missed all the bells, frills, and whistles that usually made up Ayame’s fashion sense. Still, there was no point in bringing that up. “No, that wasn’t—”

“This magnificent cape is more than just a cape, Tori,” Ayame argued passionately, plucking a regal blue cape off a nearby chair and draping it across Hatori’s back. “Look at how elegant the fur trim is, how passionate the blue, how eye-catching the apparel is—this is truly the outfit of a hero!”

He felt a headache forming. “Again, that wasn’t what I said.”

Shigure poked his head out of one of the many costume-filled racks. The red tent was utterly filled with them, making the small place feel even smaller and cozier. Wearing a pirate hat and an eye patch, he raised a brow. “What’s not to like? It’s a world of dreams.”

“Gure!” Ayame turned back to Shigure. Hatori could almost see the hearts in his eyes. “I knew you’d understand.”

“Of course I would, Aya,” Shigure replied, traipsing over. Now that he was fully out of the rack, Hatori could make out the space suit he was wearing, and not for the first time he wondered just what Shigure was up to. Clasping Ayame’s hands, Shigure crooned, “Your dreams are mine.”

“I only see you in them every night,” Ayame murmured back, a grateful smile crossing his face. The lighting from Ayame’s workstation only made them look all the more dramatic.

Exactly three seconds after (and it was always three seconds, Hatori wasn’t sure just when those two had figured that three seconds of staring was the exact right amount, but they had), Shigure and Ayame turned to him with identical grins, giving him a thumbs up. “See?” they parroted at the same time.

“See what?” Hatori replied dryly, resisting the urge to sigh. He’d been through this who knew how many times, yet they always managed to tire him out. “Anyways, that’s not it. Your costumes are very well made, Ayame.”

“Tori!” Letting go of Shigure, Ayame leaped forward and hugged Hatori tightly. “I knew you’d like them.”

“Then what’s wrong?” Shigure asked, already turning back to the racks. Hatori knew with a hundred percent certainty that the man was bored; he was only here to try on different costumes. As long as he wasn’t stirring up trouble elsewhere, Hatori would just have to live with it.

“It’s just…” Hatori brushed his hair back, running his fingers through his locks. “I’m the only doctor, I don’t have time to be a performer too.”

“Why can’t you be both?” Ayame asked, pulling back slightly and cocking his head.

“Please don’t ask that seriously.” Hatori sighed again. “I don’t have enough time. I don’t understand why Akito ordered us to perform together again.”

“Akito just likes pushing you,” Shigure replied, rifling through the racks. He pulled out several hangers as he talked. Hatori wasn’t sure if he was imagining the slight jealousy in Shigure’s voice.

“I really don’t need to be pushed,” Hatori grumbled, patting Ayame on the back before gently extracting himself. “Even just taking care of our group is more than enough on my plate.”

Not listening, Shigure murmured, “Or maybe he’s feeling insecure after all…”

“Insecure?” Hatori wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear that last part, or if he even wanted to. He had his suspicions that Tohru, their new part-timer, hadn’t actually just stumbled into the job like Shigure had claimed. That perhaps his childhood friend was up to something devious.

The only question was if he had enough energy to deal with it all. The answer was a resounding no and he sighed. “Please don’t drag others into your schemes.”

“Schemes? Me?” Shigure plopped a princess crown on his forehead and tried on a pair of angel wings. He gave the most innocent look possible. “Never. Besides, you spend wayyyy too much time in your tent. You need a break.”

“And what greater break is there, than performing with us?” Ayame had stars in his eyes as he posed dramatically. “The bright lights shining down on us, the audience clapping, a flurry of petals—it’ll be just like the good old days.”

Shigure crossed his arms and nodded sagely. “Women swooning, girls wanting my number again—I can’t wait.”

Hatori wasn’t sure how much of that was a joke, and how much of it was serious. It was probably both, considering Shigure. “This doesn’t sound like much of a break.”

He hadn’t really expected a response. Which was good, because as usual he didn’t get one. The pair had a feedback loop between them, pumping each other higher. Or rather, Shigure was pumping Ayame higher because he refused to put the breaks on the whole thing.

“Perfect casting, the three of us as the three musketeers.” Shigure raked a hand through his dark hair, pushing his bangs back as he gave a rakish grin. “Utterly flawless.”

“And romantic!” Ayame added, raising an imaginary sword. His measuring tape and other costume making tools were long forgotten and Hatori had no doubt this measuring session would take far longer than it ought to. His silver hair flowed around him as he twirled. “The brotherhood, the betrayal, the friendship—romance at its finest.”

“Romantic, huh?” Hatori paused at that. Tohru flashed across his mind. Perhaps there was some value to this after all.

After the snow melts, spring comes.

He smiled automatically. Maybe he could pay her back for earlier with a front row ticket. She seemed like she’d enjoy a good love story.

“Ohhh?” While he’d been distracted, Ayame had gotten close once more, leaving only the faintest gap between them as he looked into Hatori’s eyes. He smirked slyly. “What’s that, Tori? Are you thinking about someone? Is it…a man’s romance?”

Hatori did not want to know what that meant. Frowning, he stepped back. “Not at all.”

“Are you sure?” Shigure was suddenly at his other side, wearing a Cheshire grin, “You weren’t thinking about anyone?”

“Yes.” Giving him a deadpan look, he flicked Shigure on the forehead. It was important to stop nonsensical thoughts from latching to his brain for too long—Hatori didn’t need to handle yet another one of his schemes. “Now, let’s get this over with. I still have patients to see.”

“Booooo,” Shigure pouted, rubbing his forehead. “That hurt.”

“Stop crying.” Rolling his eyes, Hatori stepped back in front of the mirror and spread his arms. “Ayame?”

“Of course!” Ayame skipped past Shigure, humming softly as he started to measure once more. “I’m glad you’re taking a break. You need it.”

Ayame’s tone was utterly soft, utterly kind, and Hatori relaxed. “This still sounds more like work than a break,” he replied, but the bite was out of his voice. He couldn’t help it—it was impossible to stay mad at his friends for long. However misguided their actions were, it was out of caring that they prodded him like they did.

And he was a lucky man to have so many people care for him.

Though, if they really cared, they’d learn how to rein in their behaviours more. Half of his problems would disappear.

“But, you’re right.” Hatori smiled back, shifting slightly as Ayame adjusted the cape on his shoulders. In the mirror, it looked rather roguish. “It’ll be fun to work with you two again.”

“Fun?” Shigure asked, smirking.

“Fun,” Hatori repeated. For all the headaches, the time he spent with them had always been enjoyable.

“Lots of fun,” Ayame agreed, wrapping an arm around Hatori’s shoulder as he examined their reflection in the mirror. Seemingly content with what he saw, he let go and went to grab the matching hat form where it’d been thrown haphazardly on a chair. “That reminds me, Yuki, yes that Yuki, has asked me to make his costume.”

“Yuki did?” Hatori almost couldn’t believe it.

“Yes, isn’t it amazing! Our brotherly love has pushed through, connecting once more!” Ayame clutched the hat tightly and dabbed his eyes with the brim. “He came to me, tears in his eyes, and asked me to make it for him and his princess, Tohru.”

Shigure snickered as he chimed in, “And Kyo’s playing the horse.”

Hatori was about 90% certain that Shigure had a hand in that.

“He will be the most noble steed ever seen.” Ayame pumped his fist. Hatori could almost see waves crashing behind him. “For he is carrying my darling Yuki into battle. I have already started Yuki’s thirteen-layer suit, and the fifteen ruffles on Tohru’s dress. No one will have ever seen a greater—”

Hatori rubbed his forehead. Maybe after this vacation, he could get another one to relax from the first one.

[genesysofthestars]

Day 61 & 62

To say that he was a stranger to guiding moths would be a lie. This was considering that every time he passed by the desolate sands of the Wastelands, he would always find a moth or two in need of help of crossing this area. He never have the heart to simply ignore them and leave. So today, there was three of them.

It would have been an easy task like always, a piece of candle cake in fact. Ignoring the times when one of them decided it was a good idea to befriend a krill behind his back, it was one of his most favorite tasks. However, under these never-ending shattering rains, he should had realize the unexpected.

It took everything, from his flight lessons from Lua to every single winged flight in his basket, to evade the krills’ gazes. If he was alone, he would had taken his time, tried calming them down before it gets worse; however, with three moths with him, it was an entirely different story unfortunately.

Perhaps it would have been a wiser plan to turn back, to try again after the watchers do their thing. Perhaps it was his pride as a veteran that made them keep going. But at that time, there was only one thought running through his mind and that was to take these moths to the nearest safe place: the shrine of the Wasteland Elder.

Four candles all together lighted up the key. Horizon hadn’t teach the moths that yet; they just knew. Smart little ones, he thought. They’ll shine brighter than the stars they came from one day. Once he heard the creak of the opening gate, he could had sigh in relief… if not he saw the krill turn its head around and its eye became from calm blue to the red he was so damn familiar with.

Never did Horizon fly as fast as a shooting star (ironically) until that moment.

The moment the gates crashed down behind them, Horizon nearly followed suit if not the little ones under his wings. One still gripped on his cape and the other continued to hold on to his tail. The third one in his arms clutched to him like their life depends on it. All of them, including himself, was still shivering in fear. It was only the apt response after playing hide and seek against five aggressive krills that suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield.

Note to self: Ask the watchers for any new developments for diving down head first into the realm.

Horizon was already starting to snooze off when the moths finished their prayers. Just thinking of leading them to the highest floor of the Vault only gave him a headache. And seeing the little ones’ eyes starting to droop as well, he could tell that they're the same thought.

“Who wants to take a break?”

He chuckled when all of them raised their hands.

With a cup of tea in his hands, Horizon let out the biggest sigh yet as he curled up on his seat, watching over the moths get comfortable in their makeshift bed. It wasn't anything fancy like other memory spaces he sometimes encounter. Their bed was only two rugs on top of each other; however, the number of pillows and plushies filled up its lacklusterness. The stove for the teapot was enough to chase away the coldness of the vault while the star statue filled its void-like emptiness. Still, Horizon was regret not attending Season of Remembrance to get the manta projection lantern; it would had complete this little space.

A small tug of his tail made him break out of his thoughts. He looked down to see one of the moths gazing at him. “It's uncomfortable there,” they said.

“I'm used to it, don't worry.”

“But…” Their eyes, despite hidden behind their masks, shone in concern.

And that's how Horizon found himself squished between the moths.

“Hey… Are you still awake?”

He was, but he didn’t have the heart to tell them that. If it was Caspian, he would with some snark. “Yep…” he mumbled before yawning. “Is… Is there anything wrong?”

“No… I just have a question.”

“Hm?”

“Why is your name Horizon?” they asked.

“Hmm…” Memories came into his half-asleep mind as he made out an answer. “Back in the Isle, you know how the sky and sea connects themselves in this one perfect line?”

The moth nodded.

“When I first saw it, I was sooooo amazed by it. I thought, before I ‘fell asleep,’ that I want to explore it one day. It was the first thing I told to my mentor when I came back and he was so amused at me that he named me before it.”

“Did you…?”

“Nope. I don't have any plans yet. I like it… being here. Maybe… someday.”

“Will I have a name like yours too?”

Horizon smiled. “Of course, little one. Of course…”

It was the last thing he remember saying before sleep overtake him.

—

“Do you have a brush perchance?”

Oberon looked up from his tea at the sound of Horizon’s voice; however, the sight made him nearly spat it out. No one had to tell him that they just woke up from a nap. Their hairs being all puffed up and disheveled was the only explanation he needed. He didn’t almost recognize his own student if not for his signature horns popping out from the said mess.

“You look…” He tried holding back his laughter but failed. “You look like little dandelions,” he cackled.

“Brush first, laugh later, old man!”

[isadomna]

The execution of Queen Brunhild

The field was prepared for a trial. Brunhild was brought before them, straight-backed. King Clothar II, from his makeshift dais, declared that the charge against Queen Brunhild was the death of ten kings. She would have been incredulous. Then, Fredegund’s crimes were laid at Brunhild’s feet – the assassination of her husband Sigibert, the suicide of her second husband, Merovech, and the staged jailhouse murder of Fredegund’s other stepson, Prince Clovis. Brunhild was blamed for the death of Clothar’s infant son, who had died from natural causes. Clothar’s list of kings Brunhild had murdered also included her own great-grandsons, two of whom he himself had just executed. (The king listed three boys, either wanting to hide the fact that he had allowed young Prince Merovech to live or, more likely, wanting to hide news of Prince Childebert’s escape.)

Only three of the deaths Brunhild was accused of could possibly be attributed to her – most understandably, Clothar blamed her for the death of his father, Chilperic, whose assassin had never been found. Blaming Brunhild was the only way to decisively clear his own mother of that charge. The deaths of Brunhild’s grandson Theudebert and his baby son could also possibly be laid at her feet because she had supported Theuderic’s feud against his brother. Still, the assembled nobles and soldiers cried that Brunhild was guilty. Had not this wicked woman brought untold death and destruction to their realm? Brunhild was then legally deposed, symbolically stripped of her royal finery, as was the common practice. She stood motionless as her necklace, brooches, cape and embroidered gown were ripped off her, and she stood before them in her linen shift, shivering. Here was the part when she waited – exile, or a convent? Clothar pronounced her sentence: death.

The clamour was disorienting, the sunlight too bright. She had been ‘tortured in various ways for three days’ – likely whipped and beaten. Her face would have been bruised and dirt-streaked, her long grey hair bloody at the temples. She stumbled as she was yanked out of her tent. She was led before a great hulking beast. When her eyes focused, she realized it was a camel. Clothar had somehow managed to secure one – all the sources agree on this specific point – and Brunhild was lifted upon it. It may seem strange to expend the time and money to secure a camel when there were already numerous horses on hand. But this was a public ritual for humiliating deposed tyrants, a practice imported from Egypt to Byzantium. The victim would be whipped and then paraded around on a camel, facing backward, which was intended as the symbolic opposite of an emperor’s triumphant entry into a city on horseback.

Along with the Neustrian army, the aristocrats of Austrasia and Burgundy who had betrayed her lined up to watch. Many of these were the sons of the men who had craned their necks for a glimpse of her at her wedding. Brunhild was ‘already broken by old age’; now she made ‘a most sorry spectacle’. The crowd yelled insults or spat. This mockery went on ‘for some time’, but when the men tired of shouting insults at a great-grandmother, they brought out the horses. In some reports there is just one horse, but regardless of number, they are always described as wild and unbroken, rearing as they are led forward. Brunhild was dragged off the camel, and the men called for the rope. One source says she was bound to the horses’ hooves, another that she was bound to their tails, and yet another specifies that she was bound to a single tail by ‘her hair, one arm and one leg’. At this point, she must have understood. Her nephew gave the signal, and the horses were let loose and given a smack, urged to gallop across this ‘pathless, rocky terrain’. The last thing Brunhild heard was hoofbeats.

Nothing remained of the queen. The King of Spain writes that ‘her nameless and bloody limbs, pulled apart, were spread out, widely scattered’. A chronicler notes that she was ‘cut to shreds’. Another notes the effort Clothar went to, even after her death, to destroy what remained: ‘Her final grave was the fire. Her bones were burnt.’ Clothar could not take the chance that Brunhild would be regarded as a martyr, that her tomb would become a focal point for opposition to his rule. It seems, though, there may have been a tomb in the crypt at Brunhild’s church in Autun, complete with marble columns and mosaics. Although the church was destroyed during the French Revolution.

Sources:

Shelley Puhak, The Dark Queens: A gripping tale of power, ambition and murderous rivalry in early medieval

[lycianlynx]

[Spaghetti and Meatball ] - A classic that's here to stay: a lovers’ portion of freshly-made spaghetti cooked in the monastery’s famous tomato sauce. The titular, singular meatball sits in the center, waiting for one lucky person to have their lover roll it to them with their nose as an offering.

And, well, wouldn't it be a waste not to share such perfectly yummy food? Maria can't seem to decide whether she wants to hum or giggle, settling for some bubbly amalgam of both as she kicks her feet beneath her chair. Even someone who flits from place to place like she does needs to rest a moment, and so she happily waits for the moment Chad decides to take a breather, too.

"...oh! Chad!" At once, she perks up, beaming as she gestures to her (their!) newly acquired snack. "Hee hee... do you want to share it with me? It looks really yummy, but it's a little bit too much for me to eat on my own."

(She is, of course, fully aware of the spaghetti mythos of Garreg Mach, just as she is aware of the fact that there's only one set of silverware on the table -- and, like the second set of silverware, she has no idea, of course. No, none at all.... hee hee.)

Twirling some pasta on the fork, she continues. "Have you been having fun so far?" She peeks at them, eyes crinkling at their corners, the tail end of the noodle wrapped neatly into a single bite. "Hee hee... it's nice to see everyone having so much fun. Oh, and-- Chad!" A drawn breath, a sparkle in her eye that shines overwhelmingly bright; for a moment she nearly forgets, the fork listing downward-- "My brother came back! --oh! Hee hee, here!"

--and then she holds it out to him, a beaming smile on her face, kind and yet in its depths a-glitter with a pure sort of mischief. There's enough from for him to pull away, of course, but there is a part of Maria, rosy-cheeked, that looks forward to his reaction -- his shiny eyes, his cute expression, the way he might try to turtle into a cape that isn't there-- will he?

"Try a bite!"

Hummingbird, butterfly. Maria isn't the only one who flits to and fro, themself flicking back at forth, indeed, like the tip of a cat's tail; Though with her stationary for a while, it's easy to find themself gravitating towards her to rest like a ship to port. The huge portion of spaghetti doesn't escape their notice (how could it, really), inviting a raised eyebrow.

"There you are," Chad starts, before pausing for a warm, fuzzy-feeling smile. Share? Well, it looks too big for himself, too, to be honest, moreso even with the snacks he'd been periodically sneaking. Obviously, the answer is: "Yeah, that sounds good."

Oblivious as they may be to the reality of the spaghetti mythos, though, (probably because it sounds stupid enough that it must be some kind of joke), they aren't of the single set of silverware. About to quickly excuse themself to go pick up a second pair, they're stopped in their tracks when she begins to twirl her fork into the spaghetti.

Their focus shorts to that singular point of anticipation. Wait. Is she really going to feed them? She's surely going to hand them the fork, right? No? Okay. This is happening. Okay?

Oh God they are not strong enough for this.

A long second passes as he stares at the extended fork, wide-eyed and still not quite processing anything beyond disbelief, one hand slowly raising as if trying to offer a hiding place in place of his cloak— Before brown flicks to meet lovely hopeful reds, their own eyes shining deer-in-carriage-path, face at this point pretty much scarlet and a little slack-jawed.

What the hell are they supposed to do here, say no?! They can't do that!!!

Okay, so now what? Don't make it weird. Don't make it weird!

They lean in too slow to not make it weird. With that, they also take the offered bite with a chomp— Their teeth hit the metal a little too hard, and then they pull away a little too fast, hurriedly wiping their mouth with the bare bit of palm their gloves offer. They feel like a spoiled, hand-fed wyvern. They don't mind being a spoiled, hand-fed wyvern.

That's actually worse.

"Pfhgood," they offer as (panicked) feedback to move on from the thought, mouth still full, officially making it weird. O Elimine, please eject him from this mortal plane immediately.

Elimine doesn't reply. So instead, they reach for the spoon left unattended to roll the singular meatball to Maria's side of the plate, desperately avoiding eye contact.

(They almost miss the news about her brother in the process. That's to remember and freak out over another time.)

[cosmic-spider]

Four kings au personal head cannons

Why do I feel like they were all raised by the previous ruler.

Like Leo was raised by Peach. Raph was raised by bowser. Donnie with king boo and Mikey with king boom.

Plus i feel like Raph was bowser jr but the jr name was a cover up to hide his real name until he was older.

I think Raph has a chompy as a pet. Leo has a yoshi. Donnie has a owl or a ghost cat. Then Mikey was a mini bomb.

I feel like Raph just had thousands or capes and that are just ready to be wornin his closet or has the same one on. Until it is to ripped up to wear any more.

King Donnie gives me Stolas from Hellava Boss  aesthetic.

I feel like Mikey’s mask tails little up on fire when he gets into Dr. Delicate Touch mode. And slowly burn down until he basically explodes.

Raph has a soft side for kids and pets from him originally and the fact bowser himself has a soft spot of children. So Raph would have little fundraisers for orphanages and pet shelters.

Leo was probably spoiled to much when he was little by peach. To the point that he kinda acts like prince Naveen from Princes and the Frog.

Mikey probably cleans and cooks for himself and doesn’t have servants in his castle. He also gives out autographs for little kids. Had probably host most of the party’s for all the kings to go to.

I also think Donnie is the only one that wears gloves because of his autism. And probably doesn’t have many announcements since he probably doesn’t like being in crowded areas.

@lexiechr

@sweaterrat

@gal-with-pastels

[arwenkenobi48]

Robin Hood Minific: Prince John And The Ghost

Prince John claims he doesn’t believe in ghosts, but a mysterious encounter is about to prove otherwise…

“…an’ legend has it, as legen’ always does, that the ghost of that headless execution’r goes a-wanderin’ through Nottin’ham when the moon is full, lookin’ fer a new head to chop off.” As the Sheriff of Nottingham finished his gruesome tale, he took note of audience’s reaction. Sir Hiss looked slightly disturbed, Trigger was listening with furrowed brow in concentration, Nutsy’s knees were knocking to a cartoonish degree, but Prince John’s reaction really took the cake.

The lion’s fur was standing on end, his eyes were as wide as dinner plates and his entire body was quivering like a golden blancmange. Every few seconds, he made a little whimpering sound like the beginning of a sneeze and in typical Prince John fashion, his thumb was slowly finding its way to his mouth. It took every bit of effort for the sheriff to not burst out laughing.

“Well now, how’s that fer a scary story?” Prince John immediately snapped out of his terror-induced paralysis. “Pah! Headless executioner, indeed. How would he even be able to see where he was going? What a lot of poppycock!”

Little did Prince John know that he and his courtiers weren’t the only ones who had overheard the story. A certain group of outlaws were also listening in on the macabre fable and had seen his reaction. Robin Hood ducked behind the castle wall and whispered to his companions. “Friar Tuck, put your hood up. I think I’ve got an idea…”

1 hour later…

Sir Hiss leaned on the sill of the royal bedroom window, a gentle breeze ruffling the ends of his cape. “Ahhh, what a fine night this is…” Resting his head on the end of his tail, positioned like a hand, he gazed up into the sky. “And what a beautiful full moon that is, too.” Prince John felt the fur on the back of his neck stand up. “D-d-did you say a…a full m-m-m-moon, Hiss?” “Yesss, come and have a look, sire. It’s sssimply lovely.”

Prince John stared up at the moon, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. “Uh, it’s fine enough, as full moons go, I suppose,” His words were more muffled than he wanted. “Are you alright, sssire? You sssseem a little on edge.” “On edge? Me? Rubbish, Sir Hiss! I’m as not on edge as a king can be!”

Suddenly, there was a loud, low clang from the courtyard below. It sounded like the solemn toll of a solitary church bell, but it was really just Little John banging two large metal pots together on the other side of the ramparts. “GAH!” Prince John leapt about a foot in the air. “What was th-th-that!?”

“Did it work, Rob?” Little John whispered hopefully. “Looks like it, Johnny. He’s coming into the courtyard now.” Robin watched excitedly as Prince John and Sir Hiss entered the courtyard. Grasping the hilt of his sword tightly to hide the fact that his hands were shaking, Prince John called out into the dark: “Come out with your hands up, whoever you are!” A strange groaning sound emanated from just outside the castle walls.

“Oooooohhhh…ooooooooohhhhhhh…” A hooded figure emerged from the shadows, seeming to float above the ramparts, draped in a dark cloak and wielding an axe. “Bewaaaaare, Prince Johnnnn!” It bellowed. “It is I, the Headless Executioner! Wooooohooooo!” Friar Tuck was enjoying himself tremendously, swinging his wooden axe about as a camouflaged Little John held him up. Sir Hiss saw right through the disguise, but the same could not be said for Prince John.

“AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!” Shrieking like a mandrake, the cowardly lion turned tail and fled back to the safety of his tower, clinging to Sir Hiss like a reptilian lifeline. “Help! Save me! I’m too young to die! MOMMYYYYY!” Practically falling over his own tail in his haste, he scrambled up the stairs, sprinted to his room, leapt into bed and hid under the covers.

“Heeheeheeheeeee!” Friar Tuck guffawed once he and others had retreated to the safety of Sherwood Forest. “Did you see the look on his face? I guess I do look pretty spooky with my hood up!” “Nah, it was Robin’s ghost impression that frightened him,” chuckled Little John. “Ah, but you’re forgetting, old boy,” Robin smiled. “If you hadn’t been there to make Friar Tuck look like a hovering ghost, none of this ever would’ve happened. Hmm, I wonder what Prince John’s up to now…”

When he was finally sure that the Headless Executioner hadn’t followed him up the stairs to his room, Prince John peered out from under his bedsheets. He had been sucking his thumb so much that it was feeling a little sore. “Uh, Sir Hiss? Are we safe now?”

“Yrsss!” Said a muffled voice. “Hiss? Where are you?” “Yr sssrttrn rn me!” When he finally emerged from beneath the royal backside, Sir Hiss wheezed for air. “Yes, we’re sssafe!” He grumbled. “And I don’t think we’ll be requesting ghost sssstories from the Sheriff any time ssssoon!”

The sheriff in question, meanwhile, had slept through the whole adventure and was none the wiser. But his vulture henchmen, Trigger and Nutsy, had only witnessed Prince John’s legendary display of abject terror. “Well, looky there, Trigger.” Chortled Nutsy. “You’d’a think Prince John’d just seen a ghost!”

The End

[notmaplemable]

Faunus ruby Au) Also after reading your "headpats" post

Jaune helped Ruby after her dust incident and they started to talk. Everything went rather normal until Jaune started to comfort Ruby about her faunus trait (because ruby faced racism back at signal) and reassured her that her trait make her more unique and beautiful while and gave her headpats.

This resulted in ruby pouncing on him, thanking him. And something that he didn't noticed (cuz his senses are weakr) imprinted on him.

Now everyone need to deal with the fact that Ruby marked him as her made and apperently Jaune found himself on a list of thing ruby doesn't like to share.

Ruby And The Quest For Headpats

Jaune: So, I like your cape.

Ruby: It's actually a cloak. My mom wears one too.

Jaune: Really?

Ruby: Yeah, but hers is white and red.

Jaune: Oh cool. So, why do you both wear them?

Ruby: They just look cool I guess. Well, that and... they make it easier to hide certain things. *wiggles wolf ears*

Jaune: Oh.

Ruby: Yeah. I've had people pull on my ears. Flick them. Or pull on my tail. ...And say some really nasty things.

Jaune: Sorry.

Ruby: ...

Jaune: You know, I think your ears are beautiful.

Ruby: ...Really?

Jaune: Yeah! They even match your hair too, which is really cool. They just make you more unique then you already were. And you know what? *Pats Ruby's head* I'm really glad I met you, Ruby.

Ruby: *Blushing* Jaune...

Jaune: *Pulls hand away* Oh, sorry. I do that to my sisters all the time so I guess I just-

Ruby: *Tackles Jaune* Thank you.

Jaune: Umm, you're welcome.

Ruby: *Rubbing against Jaune*

Jaune: What are you doing?

Ruby: Don't worry about it. *Stands up* Now come on, I want you to meet my sister.

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Yang: Hey Rubes, looks like you finally made it.

Ruby: Not with any of your help. Abandoning me like that.

Yang: It looks like it worked out anyways. Who's your new friend? Find a boyfriend already?

Ruby: Yang, this is Jaune.

Jaune: Hello.

Ruby: He's my new mate.

JY: Your what!?

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Author's Note: I'm half temped to combine this and Arc-Noire. For the fun of it.

[dark-frosted-heart]

If Ikepri suitors had their respective animal ears and tails…or other traits for Jin and Sariel, Silvio’s cape would be perfect for hiding the fact that his tail’s wagging. Or you’d hear a lot of thumping as the cape swishes.

Unfortunately he can’t hide those ears

[jellyfitzjelly]

So this ended up in a different direction than I intended...

"What is that?" Red Hood asked cautiously. Dick knew this would happen. He wanted to ask Slade to remove the collar, but he could already hear how that conversation would go.

'Maybe it will teach you to behave then. Consider it a gift. A lesson. What's one more little mark on you?'

"I forgot to take the necklace off bef-"

"Dude, that's a collar..." Jason wasn't a stranger to the kink world himself, but seeing his older brother in a collar? Little weird. Dick was grateful for the lack of moon tonight so he could hide the red that crept over his face. "Last thing you need is some goon grabbing you by that. That's why capes suck. Take that shit off before coming out here."

"Shows how much you know," Dick whispered, perhaps a little too loudly.

"You're a fucking idiot," Jason rolled his eyes and pulled the neckline of Dick's suit down. "Geez, are they trying to choke you to death? I can't even budge this thing. Don't move unless you want your neck slit."

"What?" But it was too late, Jason had already sliced clean through the leather, dropping it into Dick's hands.

"Whoever this person is, you better teach them proper etiquette. Your Adam's apple is gonna get fucked up like that." But Dick was just staring is disbelief at the ruined collar.

Slade was going to kill him. Or worse, kill Jason.

-

"I thought I left you with something that belonged to me before," Slade said simply when Dick walked in the door, tail between his legs. "Come here." Dick huffed and stood in front of Slade, who gently ran his fingers under Dick's turtleneck, pausing. "Where is it?" He said with an underlying hint of annoyance. Dick slowly pulled the collar out from his pocket, sadly presenting it.

"It... got too tight, and I panicked," he lied. Slade knew he was lying, taking the collar from him and inspecting the clean cut.

"I suppose I could fix it. Make it better. You always did look good with a bit of silver." Slade paused when Dick didn't react. "Yes, I'm annoyed that you cut the collar. Don't worry, you pretty little thing. This one you won't be able to cut through," Slade growled with a smirk beside his ear.

"You think I don't know?" He continued. "Someone in a panic doesn't cut this cleanly. Perhaps I'll have to mark you in different ways. As punishment for lying to me. But first," Slade pulled away, sitting down. Dick knew the drill and sat between Slade's knees. "Tell me who did it." It took forever for Dick to find his voice, choking out his words. He had to force himself to look Slade in the face, and not at the collar he was was fiddling around his fingers.

"Jason. He-He was worried someone would grab it, and-"

"Really? Perhaps I should have a word with hi-"

"No! No, I-I just-"

"He destroyed my property."

"I-It was too tight. He was just helping." Slade tapped his hand a few times, the tag on the collar clicking with each tap, staring Dick down.

"Then that is on you, pet." Something about the way Slade said that made him lightheaded.

"What?"

"Why didn't you come to me? You didn't say anything about it," he accused, leaning in as Dick leaned back. "This is why I put you on the leash," he said, grabbing Dick's face, "to keep you still. Hm." Slade thought, running his fingers over the marks still on Dick's neck from the collar. "No one else said anything about it?"

"Only Jason saw." That had Slade's attention, something shifting in his eyes.

"I know for a fact that you went out on your little escapades four times since I last saw you. How could no one else have seen it?"

"Jason cut it off the first night," Dick explained, feeling ashamed again. Dick hated it when Slade froze. When he went silent. It usually meant a pretty rough punishment was coming.

Instead, Slade grabbed Dick's arm and pulled him into his lap, inspecting his neck again with gentle fingers, turning his neck this way and that. He wasn't sure if there was a reason behind this, or if Slade knew that Dick loved being put on display, closely looked at. Slade saw a ring of black and blue around Dick's neck. Not terribly bruised, but bruised nonetheless.

"Which night?"

"U-Uh... Tuesday?" Dick questioned, assuming he meant which day the collar was removed. It was now Sunday.

"And these marks are still here..." Slade's fingers dug down a little into Dick's thigh before relaxing, pulling the young man down against his chest. "I'm going to punish you. But it is because you did not properly communicate to me." Dick looked up at him in confusion. "Those marks shouldn't have lasted more than a day. Much less ever bruised like that without my doing. I punish you, but I never intend to damage you. This," he said, massaging Dick's bruised neck, "is something you should have spoken up about. And I'm going to make sure that you learn that." Slade suddenly shoved Dick forward over his knees by the back of his neck. Oh shit.

ANON I LOVE THISSSSS

[foxboidrew]

Welcome, Project Ru-A

I got bored and wanted to write something! This is 1,433 words, which is the longest thing I've ever written, so I'm very proud of it! A picture is included at the end! This one is a bit dark, so please be aware of the following:

Tw// mention of blood, mention of death, fainting, kidnapping, panic attack(s), forced mind possession (??), being trapped in one's own head, talks of murder, being referred to as a 'play thing', and screaming (lots of screaming)

A hummed as he made his way to the Daycare. It was time to help Sun clean again for the week, so he was fully prepared with lots of sanitizer. Though, something felt off. He had noticed that Sun didn't send him a message this week, which was concerning in A’s eyes because Sun was always on schedule, making sure times were correct and when A would be there. But he had received nothing of the sort.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the Superstar Daycare, A froze in place as he saw the total destruction. “WHAT THE HELL?!” He cried out. Debris was everywhere, from the entrance to the entirety of the area, was nothing but ash, some smoke, and broken pieces. Had something that Moon built malfunctioned?

A walked further in, leaving the cleaning cart at the front. He carefully made his way through the darkness, yet he could feel eyes on him. Just the feeling alone made him want to high tail it out of there. As he got closer to the door he could hear voices, three to be exact. But they didn't sound like anyone he knew, and none of them sounded distressed about the situation. In fact, it seemed the more higher toned of the bunch was delighted.

“Who the hell…?” A whispered to himself. He was thankful for the little bit of light as he peeked through a small hole in the wall of the main daycare structure. To his surprise he found more Sun and Moon models, but something was wrong.

He looked at the one closest to the wall. He couldn't see their face, but it looked like Sun, but also Moon? Albeit destroyed, and british, but he seemed the most excited to be here. Looking at the other, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, as if he knew this thing. It wore mostly navy blue with accents of red, baring a hood and ripped cape and what looked like a jumper. His face was maroon and white with red swirly eyes, and sharp teeth to match his claws. He sat back to listen.

“Excellent work today, Bloodmoon! As your prize, you will get a barrel with enough blood to feed both of you~!”

So his dread was right… He never explicitly knew or met Bloodmoon, but he would always hear about him from Sun in passing. He contemplated running, but he feared that he would be heard from how quiet the place was. He honestly found it to be a miracle that the front doors did not make a sound.

“You hear that, brother?! We get more blood!” A deeper voice cheered.

“I know! I'm so excited! And hungry…” A now lighter voice spoke back from the same body.

“Now, run along and feast! I feel as though we have a guest.” The broken one ushered the two.

A could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest as he heard that. Had he been discovered? How?! He could have sworn he was quiet! He listened for the two twins to be far enough away to make his way to a hiding place. He was quick enough right? He had managed to escape situations like this plenty of times! He panicked, ducking behind some piled up debris, as the doors to the main daycare opened and the broken one stepped out.

“Where, oh where has the little mouse gone~? Let's play a game, shall we?”

A stood there, looking for any escape route. As he looked around, the footsteps progressively got louder, and he could have swore he saw a rectangular red light. He brushed off the light to being has panic.

“I can hear your heartbeat, how curious~”

A weighed his options before trying to run, but was quickly grabbed by the broken animatronic. It seemed faster, as if it knew what it was doing. A starting kicking and screaming, actually terrified of this being. He had never seen it, and didn't know what it could do, but if it's working with Bloodmoon, this could very well be how he died. “NO-! LET ME GO-! PLEASE-!”

Ruin only chuckled, pulling A tighter in his grip. A let out a strained squeak as he let out what breath was stuck. Its grip really hurt, and he could feel bits of its body threatening to cut his flesh at any moment. “How curious… We seem to have someone snooping about~! This simply cannot do~!”

A tried to struggle as much as he could, but feeling a few deep scratches caused him to quickly stop. “P…please, I can just lea-”

“Leave?! After everything you've seen and heard? Oh no, no, no~! You simply must stay! You have no choice.”

A whimpered in his grip, scared out of his mind; It was making him lightheaded. And maybe a bit too much, as the world spun, and inevitably he passed out…

He woke up once more, but tied to the lower structure of the play structure. His hands were tied behind his back to the open bars. And it seemed that he was placed in a constant criss-cross position, not that he minded, but his legs were getting restless. How long was he like this? He could feel another pair of eyes on him, different from the rest. That same sense of dread came back as he guessed it was Bloodmoon. How was he not dead?

“Why can't we rip it apart?!” Bloody cried in anguish.

“Because we have to ‘play along’ with our new ‘brother’,” Harvest rolled his eyes; A could practically hear it in his voice.

“Mmnrroooh- But it's right there- and I'm hungry again!!” Bloody growled.

“Would you two settle down?!” Ruin yelled, “I'm trying to make something for our new play thing! If you're so hungry, go find a barrel or some rats to eat! Our guest is not quite ready for your antics yet~”

“Fine!” Bloodmoon snapped and ran off.

A looked in the direction of Ruin. With all the debris, he couldn't see him, only the static of the tv that once promoted Sundrop Energizing Candy. What did Ruin mean? What was he making? Why not let the twins kill him? He tensed up as he heard footsteps again. Looking over, he saw a glowing pair of eyes, one yellow, one red. Ruin was drawing near. “Please, n-no-”

“Don't worry friend~! This won't hurt a bit~!” Ruin sung, holding up a mask that seemed to be the half of a moon model. “In fact… I think you'll feel good as new~”

A tried to fight off Ruin, but he knew he was out matched in both size and strength. He could only let out a scream as Ruin forced the mask on his face. His screams of fear turned into agony as the mask zapped and dug into his skin, embedding itself into the side of his face. Soon the screaming stopped and A slumped over, feeling paralyzed. His body felt numb as blood dripped from under the mask. His head throbbed, his heart pounding. How was he not dead? And why did he suddenly feel calm? And why did he not quite feel like himself?

Ruin smiled brightly as A looked up at him with bright purple eyes. “It worked!! Yes!! Days of work finished!! All with a little help of Stitchy~”

A struggled to wrap his head around what he was hearing. “Days…?” He covered his ears… why did his voice suddenly sound louder… as if he was hearing himself speak for the first time? Wait, how was he moving freely?

“Still not able to speak yet, hmm? Give it time~! I need to make a few upgrades~” Ruin giggled, and ran off once more.

A starting panicking again. He didn't actually say that? He looked around and could still see his surroundings, but why did his vision look off? Like he was watching a dream play out? Where was he? He turned his body around to see what looked like a vast void with the floor reminiscent of that of a black and white tiled castle. He looked at his hands, only to see purple glowing shackles on his wrists and ankles.

“Where am I?! Hello?!” He cried out, but nobody answered.

He cried out even more, but it only fell on deaf ears. Over and over, he even searched for an exit, but to know avail. Only more vast space. A fell to his knees, and started to sob.

Because when you're alone in your own head…

What else was there to do?

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Incredibly long list of Jevil headcanons

If you want to see my crazy ramblings about Jevil, then go ahead. But be careful! It's annoying

-Jevil's tail is detachable. He often uses his tail like an extra leg or an extra arm

-He can talk through his tail as well, so sometimes he uses it as some sort of stand alone puppet show, where he pretends the tail is alive and has conversations with it

-His hat responds to his emotions. Jevil can have trouble with facial expressions, his hat helps a little

-In fact, Jevil tends to smile most of the time, even when he is upset

-Cape transforms into wings (like meta knight)

-The yellow pupils allow him to have night vision. They also glow in the dark

-He is like a cat and can hide his claws

-Shark theeth!

-Jevil can shapeshift! Not just as the devilsknife, he can be anything! It does require a lot of magic so he doesn't do it as often as he'd like

-Head detaches if he gets hurt or surprised, but he has learned to also detach it at will to prank people

-His shoes can make funny noises as he walks

-He doesn't need to sleep everyday and he can sleep for a hundred years, he needs a special alarm clock to wake him up, if he is not careful he could sleep for longer than intended

-Similar to goats, Jevil was borned without horns, they grow with time

-His tail didn't form a 'J' yet either, it grows when he is older as well

-He has his cape, but it doesn't transform into wings yet

-Jevil's first words were 'chaos', of course

-As a kid, Jevil used to say he would like to run away and join the circus, but his parents were so good and supportive he never had any reasons to run away

-Speaking of, Jevil has two parents, devils like him. They are bigger than he is as an adult, he has always been a small little devil

-His parents like scary stuff, but very corny ones, things that really aren't scary at all, just halloween stuff for kids that don't even scare the kids, but Jevil loves it too

-Jevil is the only one of his family with a love for jester stuff, that's one thing they could never fully relate to, but they were very supportive anyway. In fact, maybe too supportive, they encouraged Jevil pranks a lot

-Jevil was a funny kid, usually made other kids laugh all the time, but he didn't have many friends, or at least not long-lasting friends. As he grows older, Jevil doesn't mind that too much (as long as he is not completely alone with no one to play with), but as a kid, it did make him upset a bunch of times

-Jevil doesn't have siblings but he does have cousins, aunts, uncles, etc. The family reunions were really fun! Even if Jevil didn't have friends, he didn't feel completely alone because he had his family. It's only when he is with other kids at school when he feels that loneliness more heavily

-Tired of feeling rejected, as a teenager Jevil goes through some sort of 'emo phase', where he pushes away anything related to jester stuff, instead he seems more invested now in 'grim reaper' sort of stuff. He pretends he hates games and fun, since people found him 'childish' for that in the past, now he just hates everything and is miserable because I guess that's more 'mature'. Needless to say, he was really unhappy during these years of his life

-Jevil starts thinking about his identity a little bit around this time, especially about his gender

-As a young adult however, Jevil goes back to his usual self and he loves jester stuff more than ever, he fully embraces it. In fact, he just fully embraces himself now, he loves playing games, he loves wearing jester outfits, he loves being fun, if people don't like him then he doesn't need them. This is a good thing, but with time Jevil does push it a bit too much and starts pushing other away (in case it's not obvious, Susie parallel)

-Jevil starts to identify as man, he is trans, and it's when he starts going by the name of 'Jevil'

-Jevil went to a jester school, there is in fact a jester school. He annoyed the teachers and classmates frequently but he was one of the best students

-Jevil probably had one or two close 'friendships' before his days as the court jester. They didn't end well. They were probably the reason why he pushed people even more further away. Seam was his real first friend

-Let me explain this a bit better, I think the way Jevil pushes people away is not by acting cold, quite the opposite, he tries to be as annoying as possible to others, pranking them or making fun of them. I do feel bad for Jevil but he is indeed a little mean and I like that about him! A lot of his isolation is entirely his fault but you understand why he chooses to act this way, and the thing is this is something that I don't think he fully realizes he is doing anymore, he has internalized it, he has accepted people aren't going to like him so he is at least going to have fun and he has found happiness this way, so why change it?

-With time Jevil finds out more about himself. He is greyromantic, he feels romantic attraction, but it flunctuates, sometimes he feels strong romantic feelings, other times he feels little to no romantic attraction and other times he feels platonic and romantic as the same thing. He is ace too, he is a walking ace flag after all and of course, he's gay as well

-Jevil only kisses people if it's a good punchline, for anything else he doesn't do that. He does like holding hands and hugging, and he puts a funny sign if your back if he hugs you

-In case it wasn't obvious by now, Jevil is autistic

-He stims with his hands, tail and hat. He vocally stims all the time, he loves imitating noises. He has a chew stim toy in the shape of a spade

-He of course has a strong hyperfixation with jesters. He also likes animals like ducks, horses and sharks

-He collects rubber ducks, why do you think we see so many in his attacks

-He's really good with animals in general, they like him too. The animal crackers for example, they used to play together all the time. Jevil likes bothering people, but he is always going to be nice to animals

-Jevil is older now, he has moved away from his home (I'm assuming it was a shop, or perhaps a lightner's house, and now he is in the card kingdom, a classroom) and he has had a couple of jobs as a jester, from parties to small shows. Queen saw a couple of his show when she was taking a walk, she thought he was funny

-There were autitions for the next court jester, Queen told him about it and he tried to get the job. Everyone was impressed by his talent so he was hired

-Jevil is a great court jester, but not everyone likes him too much ouside of shows, he doesn't really listen to anyone and does whatever he wants, now he has a bigger excuse to do that. He pulls pranks on people and overall just thinks of ways to entertain himself

-Queen does like him, again, she thinks he is funny. She shows him funny internet videos and memes all the time

-The thing is, Jevil doesn't always get internet humor, he is not a very online kind of person, he is hundreds of years old, he is a bit of a boomer. He does find some jokes funny, but the ones he doesn't get, he pretends he does get it and laughs, but internally he is so confused and frustrated, he is supposed to be the funniest guy ever, he should understand every joke. He wants to understand so sometimes he studies memes for hours to find their meaning

-Jevil thinks Queen is this super cool powerful and fun leader that is way way better than the other kings. He is right. He doesn't get why she is not the only one in charge of this place

-Jevil tried Queen's acid once, bad idea, not because acid is dangerous for him but because it makes him incredibly hyperactive (for those who have played Wandersong, think of that scene where Bard drinks coffee)

-Queen wants people to be happy, Jevil offers ideas to make people laugh but they are all things that would only make him laugh, Queen thinks his ideas are awesome

-Apart from Queen, Jevil is rather lonely, but he finds his way to play games and have fun anyway

-That is of course, until Seam finally arrives and becomes the court magician. Jevil doesn't really care when he hears the news of his new coworker, if anything, he just sees it as a good opportunity to pull a prank on someone who is not going to expect it. But what he wasn't expecting is that Seam would actually laugh and find it funny. After that he is very curious to find out more about them!

-Seam is very busy at first, but Jevil tries to find ways to approach them and talk, which is unusual for him, but Seam has left a really good impression on him, he thinks Seam is very interesting! Seam is happy to talk too because Jevil also made a good impression on them

-They get along very well very quickly, would they call each other a friend? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But they definitely really liked spending time together

-Seam was always happy to join Jevil's games whenever they could: from card games, to hide and seek, to battles. No matter what, they both had fun

-Jevil will prank people if they bother Seam, that includes the kings. Jevil doesn't usually annoy people for others, it's usually for his own amusement, so it feels nice when he does it for someone he cares about

-Seam teaches Jevil to sew, Jevil makes very awful scarves and gloves on purpose just to give them to Seam as a purposely bad gift that they have to accept. In reality, he gets really good at sewing! But he prefers when Seam sews his hat or cape when they need a little fixing

-Seam and Jevil really don't have a label for their relationships. Well, they do, they are companions

-I don't know when Jevil met Spamton, but he really liked this guy, before or after meeting Gaster I have no idea, but he just likes Spamton a lot, he is funny. Don't let Spamton lie to you, he used to think Jevil was funny too

-Spamton also shows Jevil funny memes

-Jevil sometimes asks Spamton to include a prank on his spam email, like a rick-roll

-Jevil sometimes talk about his romantic life to Seam, but Jevil is a good companion and knows Seam is romance-repulsed aromantic so he is only going to talk about it for a couple of minutes

-Jevil and Spamton date for a while, it does end up in break up but Jevil still likes Spamton, he would love to be friends, Spamton is the only one who thinks this break up ended bad

-Spamton cheated.... at chess :(

-Task Manager would often comically follow Jevil around and try to catch him and stop him if he created too much chaos chaos

-Task Manager doesn't like Jevil but this was a fun rivarly, most people just find Jevil annoying and don't talk to him, Task Manager made things fun, in some way they are friends

-Rouxls Kaard finds Jevil annoying, but they both love theatre and they prepare theatrical plays together. Usually things go wrong, like if they were in the muppets show, but everyone likes the performance anyway

-Jevil and Gaster are still a big mystery, but I like to think they truly are friends, the first friend Gaster made in a long time. Maybe at that moment, Jevil needed a new friend as well

-When Jevil finds out about DR lore, he sees the world as a game. When he finds himself in a scary situation where he thinks everything in their world is meaningless life, his response is to find a way to at least make it entertaining for himself, to play a game. Regular Jevil would realize that this is too far, but this is a Jevil that has changed, his personality is practically the same, his coping mechanism is the same, but he has pushed it too far because he is in a very desperate situation. Just because Jevil doesn't seem desperate or upset, like Spamton does, doesn't mean he is okay, he is not. I don't know how can someone that uses games as his only source of comfort no matter how deadly they can be be considered to be 'okay' at all

Jevil is someone that seems like he doesn't care about anything at all, that the only emotion he feels is happiness even at the expense of others, and the thing is, that's what it might seem like because that's what he shows you at first glance, but deep down he is way more complex than that

Jevil does feel lonely, that's something Jevil is very familiar with, even if that loneliness is just a lack of someome to play games with, that's important to Jevil, he truly and genuinely feels alone and he has been alone for a hundred years. Jevil doesn't deserve that, even if he makes wrong choices, even if he pushes people away, he does need someone to be there for him. And Kris, Susie and Ralsei played a game with him and that's all he needed, that was the best you could do for him and that's all he needed to stop his numbers game, he just needed to have fun, to play games with someone. After that, he is your ally

-Susie is Jevil's favorite, of course she is, he thinks this kid is funny and awesome, he can relate to her and she is the easiest to talk to. Susie finds him strange but also kind of funny, and he seems to understand her, he is not so bad I guess

-Jevil might probably be the only character so far that has any idea of how Susie's home life is like, because if you equip him with Susie, he stays in her pockets

-Jevil thinks Kris is cool and he thinks it's funny to annoy Ralsei

-I feel like I have so many headcanons about Susie and Jevil I could just make a cartoon show about them so I will shut up now

-Anyway, I don't like Jevil