#— zuri speaks now. ༉‧₊˚.

[darling-im-wonderstruck]

by sick i mean like… the common flu, colds, fever, cough, etc etc (reblog if possible, just so i can see more ppl’s answers)

[dangerous-yam-fries]

Not too sure if your taking requests but can I request a part 2 of yandere alien? but the reader is just completely numb after the whole sex scene and she just stop showing emotions, she stops talking and her eyes are just empty but whenever she looks at Zuri her eyes shine bright with anger and murderous intent even the rest of the crew see's it

Despite this Zuri tries everything in his power to get a reaction out of her but he always turns up empty handed even when he try to do the boombahya with her he still gets nothing she doesn't even moan

And after a few days she just randomly disappeared he searched the entire ship top to bottom but he couldn't find her minutes turned into hours, hours turn into days, days turn into months and months turned into years

His crew was hired to get some goods by some great empire it here that he found her one problem she is the emperor's mate she already has multiple kids with the emperor and another on the way

Anyways reader see him again and decided she is gonna ruin his life in which she did and then her mate had him executed slowly so he felt everything....

Anyways I hope you like it 😀

Part ones ending didn't scratch me right 😅

Wow I love that concept, and great suggestion at the end, but I’m not going to kill my favorite red flag. You can have some of it though.

Alien Guy x GN!reader - mild NSFW ask

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, confinement, general creepiness, alien, MINORS I DO NOT WANT YOU HERE SO HIT THE ROAD

You didn’t talk much back on Argon, the scientists spoke their scientific jargon, the cleaners were just as prudish, and the experiments… couldn’t talk. So you were in the habit of staying quiet as well. This continued when Captain Zuri brought you to Seed, you’d go days without speaking, and living by the mantra of ‘only speak when spoken to’.

Needless to say, Zuri wasn’t concerned when you didn’t say anything to him the morning after. That’s just what you were like. Even when you went back to avoiding him, he didn’t think twice. When you started skipping meals however, then he had a problem.

You wouldn’t meet his eyes, the impossible blue making you feel something dark and self-destructive. He forces you to look at him, and you can’t help the look of disgust on your face. Zuri declared you as his lover and mate, and that if you won’t take care of yourself, he’ll make sure to take care of you.

Before, living with the aftermath of being raped was manageable. But now you sleep in his bed, eat with him, and you’re not even allowed to shower alone.

Oh, and sharing a bed with him means sex. You couldn’t help but react your first time, but now it’s almost like your body won’t let you feel it. You want to feel good, maybe that will take your dark feelings away, banish your pain, and set you free. It doesn’t hurt anymore, at least. Zuri keeps you loose, it doesn’t matter when or where the feeling hits him, you’re always ready to take him.

Zuri’s just contented with having you. In the beginning, he was fairly worried about how you felt, but it was clear that you wouldn’t change anytime soon, so why worry about that? Or maybe he was just forcing himself not to care, because you were in pain because of him.

Maybe out of guilt, he gives you more alone time, and doesn’t make you do chores. The only rules are to be in his room by curfew, and don’t go whoring yourself out. The gift is wasted on you though, because you don’t leave his room, even when you’re allowed.

You have no friends on the outside, and your old room has been given to someone else. There’s no privacy out there, but Zuri’s gone most of the day, so you can just lounge in any of the spacious areas of his cabin. Usually a storage closet or behind furniture.

It’s almost like you’re a feral animal, Zuri or his secretary will leave a tray out for you, because you’ll only eat when you’re alone. You make sure to take care of all your needs before Zuri returns to his cabin in the evenings, as you try your best to avoid him. You know he knows exactly where you are, but he doesn’t seek you out unless it’s for something physical.

You’ll stare into space without a thought in your mind, but when Zuri enters your sights, it’s like a switch is flipped.

You’ve been treated badly, horribly by many people. But none of them were as persistent as him. You want to kill Zuri, make him suffer, even if it means dying yourself.

Zuri notices the darkness in your eyes, you used to be a fairly simple person, aimless, floating through space. Now you have something more grounding, a tether to one place; Zuri. You may not love him, but you won’t leave his side until he’s dead.

[sketch-guardian]

Is it alright if I ask for all the RAD classmates with a child reader who’s kind of creepy

Like child mc wears maybe morute or Shiro Lolita and just doesn’t respond much, like everyone barely hears their voice because all they do is just stare and watch you with this creepy bear in their hands. It’s kinda like those creepy kids in horror movies

Of course it's alright✨there's no problem with such ask☺As usual, although I don't think there is any need to specify since it should be obvious, the headcanons with child MC are platonic and contain family dynamics, so the OCs in question are like child MC's legal guardians. Now let's start:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A CREEPY CHILD MC"

DEMYA

I'm not sure how to explain this without trigger warnings, but Demya in the past, and even currently depending on the case, has devoured both humans and other demons, she was also raised in a tribe of bloodthirsty and flesh-eating demons, therefore she can be defined as...occasionally cannibal and it's very unlikely that a mere creepy child like MC would actually manage to disturb her, indeed Demya would even find child MC cute like a doll or they would remind her a bit of herself when she was welcomed by Azul and Domnra a long time ago, barely able to speak, with disheveled hair, deadpan eyes and mouth dripping with blood. Furthermore, Demya would instinctively understand what child MC would try to mean even if they don't communicate much, having personally experienced a non-verbal phase for a period of her life. Demya would also believe that child MC's staring is equivalent to studying a prey before attacking, a little like an animal, behavior that makes sense to her, even if Demya is more impulsive. If child MC would like to, Demya could teach them how to run on all fours or train them to be flexible, which for her would be pretty fun, in fact it would be hilarious to see people like Mammon or Levi terrified running away from child MC who chases them like a spider-

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra has a fairly gothic/emo look so to speak, so although in terms of style it might seem at odds with child MC, he would appreciate the horror air that surrounds them, even if it would take him a while to get used to child MC's intense staring, which would sometimes make him uncomfortable. Domnra would have no problem understanding child MC's quiet way of communicating, used to Mobim expressing itself solely with gestures and squeaks, sometimes the three of them could even not speak at all and simply enjoy time together listening to some music or perhaps with some workouts, but very light things, like Domnra doing push-ups with Child MC and Mobim on his back. Furthermore, Domnra is still friends with Azul and Demya, which makes him automatically a dumbass, so in a rare playful mood, Domnra might find funny letting MC walk around with Mobim in their arms like a teddy bear, only to scare other people as soon as they realize the little curse moves and is alive. Speaking of which, Mobim would love to cuddle with child MC, not finding them creepy and it would play with their toys

AZUL

Azul floats around, walks through walls and some of his acquaintances are literally ghosts, plus he raised Demya when she was in her most uncivilized and feral state, so the silence wouldn't be a problem (he talks enough for both-) and child MC could never result disturbing for Azul, in fact since their clothing styles are similar, it could seem that they're trying to match or they could be really mistaken for a father with his child, which Azul wouldn't mind at all, he would find the opportunity to show off their family photos that he has in his wallet. Azul and child MC would go on little trips to haunted houses, he would also make their toys dance or float, and paint Victorian-style portraits of the two of them together. Would Azul make the pictures move to scare those who come to visit for shits and giggles? Obviously-

ZURI

Zuri would immediately notice child MC's peculiar behavior and that most would find it creepy, especially due to the intense staring and silence, however as long as child MC is healthy and happy, Zuri would pay no mind to it, she would also provide a plausible explanation to impertinent questions regarding MC's behavior. Zuri would be able to appreciate child MC's style and would contribute to the buying or weaving of clothes of their taste, then walking together through the streets of Devildom like two fashion icons. Zuri is the type to spoil child MC with gifts and trinkets, without exaggerating of course, but she would also make sure to decorate child MC's room to their liking. Moreover, Zuri would buy a notebook for child MC with which to communicate through writing or drawing

ODON

Odon involuntarily terrifies almost everyone they meet and their wide smile has often creeped out those around them. Odon has also been compared to the boogeyman several times and their past precedes them, instilling fear in beings who remember them, even though they have changed for the better, therefore a disturbing child MC would not even appear as such to Odon, on the contrary they would simply be surprised by the fact that child MC wants to spend time with them and that they aren't afraid, in a certain sense Odon could understand being judged for their own ways of acting. Odon likes to observe people as well, so them and child MC would share such hobby, spending time together. Odon's eye-like creatures would act as little bodyguards, understanding what child MC needs even before they attempt to communicate. Also Odon's style seems similar to dark cottagore, but they don't have a clear opinion on styles, whatever child MC likes is fine

REMIEL

Remiel, as an angel of death with little experience with the world of the living, has no idea what according to human custom is normal or not for a child and is hardly impressed by what people would deem scary, in general she's still slowly learning feelings and how to experience or show them, so she would treat child MC as she would any other child. Child MC's habit of staring at people would be fine for Remiel, because she also likes to learn how the world works and to do so sometimes you have to limit yourself to observing. Not gonna lie, a creepy child MC with Remiel, who looks as a corpse-like angel of death, would be disturbing to almost anyone, a real shame since both Remiel and child MC are innocent precious treasures. Despite her somber and gloomy nature, Remiel is very empathetic, although blunt, therefore she would understand when child MC tries to communicate. Remiel and child MC could occasionally be seen together wandering around libraries or graveyards to check if there are lost souls to help

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel in some ways wouldn't be too different from this version of child MC, both being taciturn and seemingly stoic enough to give off creepy vibes. Nathaniel would have boundless patience with child MC when they try to express themselves in words and if someone dared to interrupt them in the process, Nathaniel would politely but firmly remind that child MC was talking and would let them continue with some soft encouragement and reassurance. Nathaniel would probably teach child MC his way of communicating through gestures and nods, going so far as to understand each other even with just a glance, making others wonder if they are actually having a conversation telepathically. Nathaniel would also find child MC's style curious, almost reminding him of how some young angels dress

URIEL

The warrior angel would have no idea whether child MC's behavior is normal by human standards or what is typically creepy, however the question she would ask herself most frequently would be why child MC bothered to become attached to her, someone who doesn't have a very understanding attitude, but Uriel would be able to live with the idea with time. Uriel wouldn't care if child MC stares at her or other people, she doesn't know that it's usually rude and she honestly thinks it's just child MC's way of admiring those they deem worthy of esteem and their way of dressing would remind Uriel of the concept of purity, which she would approve of. Uriel might seem harsh sometimes as she would try to push child MC to speak more often, since she wouldn't know how to interpret all their actions, however if she notices that child MC risks withdrawing even more, then Uriel would swallow her pride and make an effort, taking advantage of her years of experience with Nathaniel to communicate better. It would also be quite funny to see Uriel believe that child MC's teddy bear is a strange unpractical soft shield at first and give them a wooden toy sword after, because it's unsafe to go unarmed

[creatureprofessor]

Do you guys remember the post I made last year about some new names in Hungarian? Well I don't, so enlighten me if you can, much appreciated.

Now then, it's time for another year!

- It's still the same drill: if you want to give your kid a foreign name, it must be phonetically adjusted to the Hungarian language. Otherwise it'll get rejected.

This year's notable rejects were Wednesday, Riley, Fanny, Sophia, Myra, Becky, Rose, Chloe, Paul or Arthur w this exact spelling, and Maya and Noah is still also out of question (see phonetics). Some of these already have ph. adj. equivalents, except for Wednesday, Becky (in this form) or Riley.

- However! Double names, Renesmée-style are still trending, and new ones got accepted like Emilin (from Emma + Lynn even tho Lynn by itself isn't accepted) and Annarózsa (and similar Hannaróza already exists as a name). Speaking of, Röneszmé as Renesmée's ph. ajd. form, is still not accepted.

Unsuccessful attempts include:

Katamari, Pannilia, Learóza, Bodzaróza, Pannalina, Annamilla, Annarebeka, Larahella, Hannalia, Zararóza, Lizamária, Narabella, and so on.

- Names like Pipó (Pipo), Klinton (Clinton), Tiágó (the nickame form of Santiago), Ájlá (Ayla), Kjókó (Kyoko) were greenlit, but only w the phonetically adjusted form. Same applies for Legolász (Legolas), Éovin (Éowyn) and Árven (Arwen), the last two being already an option previously.

- People also routinely try to get variations accepted on the names William, Katie or Corey, but so far unsuccessfully (for the first 2 we have the Hun. versions Vilmos and Kata/Katalin or Katinka).

Other newly accepted names include Kikerics (the flower crocus) Lile (the bird plover), and Szmilla (after the name Smillaaraq created by author Peter Hoeg).

Unsuccessful entries include Lolka, overly nickame-y names like Rüntyi, Zuri, Eni, Bimbi, Böbi, Kari, Nia. No Csillám (Sparkle), Csillagom (My Star), Csillagfény (Starlight) for boys, no Pumba either (for years now). No Szentistván (after the first king St. Stephen I.) and Jézus and Lucifer are still a no from the committee.

This is a quick rundown of a Hungarian article, here's the link for those curious.

[tf2shit]

Ive been reading so many fanfics w the blu team involved, and they’re always stated as diff people yet the look identical, so now tryna make a new BLU team to imagine alongside the silly 9 men we all know and love.

ive got some notes written down but ive hit a loss on Scout n Spy, anyone caught any cool takes on em they wanna share?

Scout - Rebecca : 28 : 🇮🇹

Soldier - Mary-Elizabeth Adams : 45 : 🇨🇦

Just as war crazy as her counterpart, she has set out to honour her country and make up for their losses, she believes in killing with nothing but tough-love, kindness and honesty, something her idiot counterpart could never hope to do. For outsiders, she sure seems like a standup gal, sweet as honey, however her teammates are painfully aware, that no matter how happy she seems, deep down, all she feels is immense rage, and she will find a way to express it, ‘kindly’.

Pyro - ? : ? : ?

Silent as ever, BLU’s pyromaniac is not as childish as RED’s, being a known criminal for several fire related crimes, including slaughtering an entire firehouse. However they seem to have a very real fear of water.

Demoman - Bonnie Wells : 62 : 🇨🇦

Tired, cranky, and violent, this old lady only agreed to the job to pay for her retirement, though, don’t get her wrong, she definitely enjoys killing unsuspecting men, but she’s done it so many times, at this point, she’d rather be asleep. She’s always looking to insult anyone she can.

Heavy - Zuri : 51 : 🇯🇲

A bubbly, talkative old woman, always having something to say about someone in her own colourful way. She’s quite sweet when need be, but honestly, she’d rather beat everyone’s head in and call it a day.

Engineer - Hiroyi Nakano : 47 : 🇯🇵

An engineering prodigy, her father being CEO of a newer engineering company, she’s not only got a wealthy background in money, but also engineering knowledge. She puts the conagher name to shame, making the two engineers obvious rivals. She is kind, humble, and energetic, smart enough to know her job is below others’ work, however, that does not negate her immense intelligence, something she is well aware of. She’s just kind enough to keep that side of her hidden, unless that ugly spy rears his head around her…

Medic - Carol : 35 : 🇺🇸 

An arrogant, stuck up, know it all of a field medic. Despite the kind persona, BLU medic cares very little about the condition of her patients or teammates. Coming from a rich family, medic acquired any medical talents and/or official documentation from her parents, who spoil her rotten she’s quite used to getting near everything she wants, and you better believe, she still does.

Sniper - Theoris : 36 : 🇪🇬

Speaking very little english, BLU Sniper usually keeps to herself, to focus on her weird taxidermy and beloved weapons. One with the wilderness, she sees her job as hunting wild animals, and thus, she treats them as such. Keeps her distance, and is cautious when approached by either the other team or her own. The only one that appears human to her is the old demoman, making them quite the pair.

Spy - ? : 57? : 🇪🇸

yes they are all women, fight me.

[itsmistyeyedbi]

pulse

Pairing: F!Detective/Farah Hauville

Word Count: 1,7k

Tag: @happyhauvillebday

Prompt: Fangs (it's late, I know)

Warnings: This is just smut lol. Very nsft, so minors dni!

Summary: Farah has a lot to give and gets a little too caught up in how much Zuri enjoys that.

Farah always finds herself a little stunned when she has Zuri like this. It doesn't matter how often she does - and it's pretty often if she does say so herself. The sight of her underneath her is and always will be beautiful.

Zuri’s headwrap has come undone, her hair covering her pillow like clouds do the sky. She's a writhing, moaning mess against the sheets, dark brown skin glistening with sweat, chest heaving with every breath. She can feel her fingers digging into her back, the hand around her bicep tightening its grip as her hips follow the steady pace of Farah’s fingers.

She watches all of it the way she asked her to, even though she didn't need to. She didn't want to look at anything or anyone but her. She looked for her when she wasn't around and couldn't tear her eyes off her when she was. And she definitely isn't going to miss a second of this. Not when she's teetering on the edge again, trembling and barely coherent.

Farah leans down until her forehead almost touches hers, biting her lip as her bare chest brushes against her and her breath fans her face. “You're so beautiful like this.”

Zuri’s heart skips a beat before continuing its loud and frantic pace. Her lips curl into a small smile, eyes shifting away before meeting hers again, pupils blown. She still gets shy when she says that.

“Do you wanna come for me now?”

She clenches around her fingers with a whine and a nod. The reaction sends a shiver of heat down her spine and coaxes a moan out of her. She loves the way her body responds to her, how desperate she gets when she's close, how much she wants her and everything she wants to give her. It feels so real, the most real thing she's ever had with someone. It makes her want to give her the world, or something more than that. Something as meaningful as they are.

So she kisses her like she can. Like she will. Like everything inside her can be shared in a kiss, hungry and heated, intense. She sucks on her bottom lip and swallows her moans, rolling her tongue against hers and groaning at the lingering taste of herself in her mouth. Something about it makes her heart stutter and make the air around them feel like a cool touch against her skin.

She pulls away to look at her face as she speeds up her motions, the pad of her thumb gently rubbing against her clit. A long moan leaves Zuri’s lips, held tight in her throat as her hips grind into her hand, her body wound up tight as she chases the feeling. Farah doesn't know where to look now. She doesn't think she's even breathing. Her mind is foggy, jaw slack as she takes her in, enthralled.

She's… everywhere. Soft skin and flexing muscles, shaking legs on either side of her, heels pressing into her back, so fucking wet on her fingers. The slick sound of her mingling with panting, with her broken moans and half spoken words (she could listen to her forever, her voice is one of her favourite songs). With the pounding of her heart. The air is tinged with the scent of her, of sweat and citrus perfume, of ecstasy and the faint, sweet scent of her blood….

She needs to taste her, needs to have her mouth on her. But she doesn't want to risk muffling the sounds she making. Farah looks at her face, her furrowed brows and parted lips, and the sight stirs something inside her. She can't. She needs-

She bends down and presses her face against her neck. She can see her pulse fluttering underneath her skin, the blood running through her veins a constant thrum that sings out to her. Her nose follows the curve of it as she inhales her scent. It's sweet and sends every part of her into a flurry, just like Zuri does.

Farah's thumb is firmer now, drawing tight circles against her clit. Her voice rasps as she speaks. A voice in the back of her head tells her that that's out of character for her, but it's drowned out by the woman in front of her and how badly she wants to make her come.

“Come on, babe, come for me,” she drags her lips along her skin and that thrumming. “I've got you, you know I do. Show me how much you like what I do to you.”

“Oh God, I- fuck, Farah-”

The words are quiet, rushed and stammered out before they're lost in the cries she let's out. Her hips buck into her hand, her body arches against hers, her head tilts back and she's baring her throat for her. Farah lets out a shaky breath before running her tongue along that pulse, shuddering at the feel of it and moaning. It's so much. She's everywhere and she still can't get enough of her. She doesn't think she's wanted to be this close to someone - so close that she wants her inside her, to feel her run through her veins.

It takes a couple moments for her brain to catch up to that thought. A moment where raspy giggles leave Zuri's lips while her body twitches from aftershocks. A moment where she sinks into the bed with a sigh. A moment where her face stays buried in her neck. A moment where her fangs graze it, and they both pause. And the little voice in the back of her neck isn't so little anymore, it's screaming.

Holy shit. She just- shit.

She didn't mean to do that. She's never done that. Why didn't she notice sooner!?

Farah lurches backwards to look at Zuri’s face. She's still catching her breath, still looks sluggish. She isn't panicking but she isn't as relaxed and content as she usually is after sex. Zuri looks up at her with slightly widened eyes and a raised brow that would be subtle to anyone but her.

Okay, she's not scared or freaked out. That's good. But she's confused and probably wants some kind of explanation for that. Farah just…doesn't know what to say. She can't even explain it to herself right now.

“Is it just me, or was this a lot more… intense than usual?” She laughs nervously.

There's one or two agonising seconds of silence before she responds. “Yeah. Yeah it was.”

She can hear that tone in her voice, the one she uses when she knows something and she wants you to know that she does. Only she can make it both annoying and endearing. It's not that Farah doesn't want her to know, she just can't find the words for what just happened.

“I'm sorry, I don't know-” she sighs and shakes her head. “I mean, I noticed what was happening but… I also, didn't? I always feel so much with you, I guess it makes it me take longer to notice when it feels…different.”

Zuri does something Farah doesn't expect. She smiles. Her heart skips a beat and her lips slowly curl into a lopsided smile that eases the tension. “It's okay, don't worry about it. Also, I kinda like the sound of that.”

They laugh softly before falling quiet. Zuri’s eyes fall down to her mouth and Farah swipes her tongue across her bottom lip, then across her teeth. Her fangs are still out.

Zuri reaches up to cup her face, stroking her cheek with her thumb and pressing it against the corner of her mouth, the spot her fang is hiding behind. “I don't think those were there before,” she murmurs.

“They weren't, you just happen to bring them out of me,” she grins, then it slowly melts off her face. She watches for any changes in her facial expressions and body, any signs of fear. And still, nothing. Her heartbeat is steady. But she has to be sure. “You know I'd never hurt you, right?”

“I know, I trust you,” she answers without hesitation and it makes her giddy.

She trusts her. That's what she was hoping to hear, and she hopes she can keep that trust. She won't do anything that would ever make her question it.

Farah smiles, turning her head to kiss her thumb before shifting to lay down next to her. She wraps her arms around her, legs tangling with each others, giggling as she gently rubs the tip of her nose against hers before settling under the covers. They talk in whispers until Zuri’s eyes start to droop and her words come out slower. She looks like she's seconds away from sleep as she nuzzles into the crook of her neck, but she manages to murmur out a question.

“Did you want to?”

“Did I want to what?”

“Bite me?” Zuri shifts a bit, her eyelashes tickling Farah's skin with every slow blink. “Would you? If I asked you to?”

Farah pauses, using a hand to push back her hair enough to see more of her, even though it's useless when her face is still hidden in her neck.

She remembers some of the vampires in the Echo World and how intimate drinking from someone was, despite how normal it was for supernaturals to drink blood. It was something only lovers ever did. Not just lovers, soulmates. People who chose to be with each other for eternity. It was so rare that she never even considered it and when she got to this world, well. Most people didn't know vampires existed. Those who did were afraid of them.

But now she has that. She has someone who chose her, someone amazing and beautiful and smart who has never been afraid of her. Even though she has more reason to be than anyone she's met. Zuri’s been through so much with supernaturals and a vampire is responsible for that. Proof of that is still rushing through her, that thrumming still tugging at her thoughts for attention. She doesn't know if it would be as simple as two vampires in the Echo World who are madly in love with each other.

But would she? If she asked her to? Would she say no?

That's not even a question. Not really. Farah knows she could never say no to Zuri. She wouldn't want to. And if she would trust her that much, she'd want to show her that she was right to.

Farah strokes Zuri’s back absentmindedly and kisses the top of her head, her voice barely above a whisper as she finally answers, “I would do anything you asked, babe. Just say the word.”

[bigbysinterposinghand]

random things about my collaborative minecraft setting that you didnt know (and now you do)

- Herobrine exists as a manifestation of hubris, and is a splinter of Steve. He has all of Steve's memories up until the point he splintered off, but is technically a separate person.

- All of the default skins (Alex, Steve, Zuri, etc.) were real people who had an immense impact on the world's history, including some of them having killed god-level entities and others becoming god-level entities.

- One of whom is now The Nameless One. From Minecraft Dungeons. This will come back up later.

- The Wither exists as one half of a whole, the other being The Flourish, who is made from regular sand and regular skulls. This entity is seen as one of the most terrifying things in the world. It was based on a meme.

- The Pink Wither also exists, and it is called The Whimsy. It has no relation to the Wither.

- The Ender Dragon is capable of asexual reproduction, producting a fertile egg upon her death. This hypothetically can happen any time she dies, including if she is resurrected and then killed again.

- The Slider (from the Aether mod) was originally a Command Block that became self sufficient. The Bronze Dungeon in this setting is an eternal labyrinth with architectural elements from all dimensions.

- The Twilight Forest is canon, and there are elves who are from there. In their first language, they are called drow.

- There is more than one dragon. More specifically, there was an entire society of dragons that went into a deep recession after their monarch, Queen Jean, the Ender Dragon, was killed by a human man named Steve.

- Minecraft Story Mode is, on a technical level, canon to this setting through the MCSM portal hall, where one portal can be found that leads to a trial chamber in Craline near the ingame spawn point.

- In the portal hall, there is also a portal leading to the Minecraft Dungeons canon. This adds a loose connection between Craline and MCD- on top of that, there is a small implication that the Nameless One in MCD and the one in Craline are the same person.

- These two characters are the same person (in this multiverse canon specifically)

- Minecraft Legends is also canon to this setting, but in a different way. The setting of Minecraft Legends is compared to the likes of a shared delusion or dream dimension, where it isn't accessible by willful means, only by being drawn in from something from that world. This led to one character in the setting referencing the three entities met in this game; Foresight, Knowledge, and Action.

- There are vampires and vampyrs, which are two different things, and the distinction is very important.

- There is a group in the Twilight Forest called the Koboldian Bureaucratic Campaign, which is attempting to usurp power in the realm.

- Speaking of which, the Twilight Forest is referred to as the Twilight Realm.

- Asterius, a mushroom minotaur (minoshroom if you will), and the Slider were once intimately close.

- You can technically kill god, more than once, but never in a way that matters.

[pizacat72]

what are your thoughts on tlk1, tlk2 and tlg? how much do you like each of them?

ooh good question!!! lemme see here. putting this under a keep reading bc it long

TLK is definitely far and away the best out of all of em. God the visuals!!! Each shot is a definite masterpiece. Each scene vitally important to the film as a whole. The best scenes in the movie imo are Mufasa and Simba roughhousing and Mufasa's ghost speaking to Simba. Each emotional beat in those scenes just hits me in the feels every fucking time. Oh, and the music. It's simply impossible to discuss TLK without the music! Each song number is catchy and fun. The Circle of Life sets my soul on fire every fucking time. I Just Can't Wait to Be King and Hakuna Matata are my fucking anthems. Can You Feel the Love Tonight is sweet and romantic, with the funny bits with Timon and Pumbaa being the cherry on top. Even tho Be Prepared is my least favorite song in the movie, that doesn't mean it's a bad song. It's only my least favorite bc I don't resonate with it as much but it's still one hell of a banger. Also this movie arguably has the most recognizable leitmotifs ever. Mufasa's leitmotif is grand, majestic, and tragic when he dies. Simba's leitmotif is hope filled, inspiring, and awesome, especially at the end of the movie. The musical score is amazing. We Are All Connected, Kings of the Past, and The Rightful King are easily my top 3 movie score pieces of all time. I just. There's so much to unpack and I just aaaaaaaa it's my very favorite movie of all time!!!

While TLK2 obviously isn't at quite the same level, it's still a worthy sequel in its own right. The animation is still pretty good, the characters are fairly solid and the music is still mostly catchy as hell (that said, Upendi is definitely the cheesiest song in the whole movie and I definitely could do without it). I think Adult Simba's characterization is the strongest without a doubt here. Matthew Broderick's enraged shout of "Exile!" gets me every time. He's still wrestling with being like his father. Oh and Kiara is arguably my favorite TLK female character of all time and is probably my second favorite TLK character next to Cub Simba. Her compassion and wisdom really draw parallels with that of her grandfather and I headcanon that she sort of felt his presence guiding her as she fell in love with Kovu. Oh, He Lives in You and We Are One are my favorite songs of the movie. There's a spirituality to them that I really can't ignore (i'm a bit reluctant to go into my spiritual beliefs on tumblr bc of religious trauma and also i think i'll probably get lambasted haha).

TLG is a mixed bag for me. The chemistry between the characters in the first two seasons was pretty solid. The music is excellent as always, Zuka Zama being my favorite. The antagonists were pretty awesome too, especially Reirei. God, I love her. I also really appreciate that this show doesn't forget about its side characters and most of them make at least two appearences in the show, which I do appreciate. I also liked the little parallel shot references to TLK (in a youtube video seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3s0EYqMIR58&t=13s). However, Simba's characterization here really bugged me. Especially in the Savannah Summit episode where he basically tells Kion that he ruined it. He feels more like Kion's boss than his father. While I am able to headcanon that as him throwing himself into his royal duties to protect his family, I do wish he had at least a slight bit of chill. I also was bugged about Kiara wanting to be queen, which kind of skewed her desire to not be queen in TLK2 but honestly, I kind of chalk that up to writers forgetting her previous characterization briefly. Oh and ZURI. I fucking hate Zuri. Whose fucking idea was it to give a lion cub eyeshadow? She's irritating, unbearable, and simply unlikeable. I used to hate Tiifu but The Underground Adventure redeemed her in my eyes so she's cool with me now. Also, not a huge fan of Kion talking to Mufasa so easily. I just think it kind of ruins the whole mystique and majesty about the Lions of the Past. Season 3 was also pretty rough but I think I've complained about TLG too much already so I'll stop for now.

(gonna make a separate post about TLK 1.5 bc that movie is probably the best TLK sequel imo but yeah haha)

[darling-im-wonderstruck]

contemplating cutting my bangs rn. at home. alone. for the plot.

[paisholotus]

Inye

Narrative

Queen Stella arrived with King T'chaka to see his brother N'Jobu. When they get to the door, Stella and T'chaka wait behind while Dora Milaje knocks on the door. Stella looked at T'chaka as he put his helmet on. "Yuh, seen his son? him so cute." Stella gushed. T'chaka scoffed and ignored her. Stella rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Muss you be a ass about everything? That is your nephew." 

 

A man opens the door, and the Dora Milaje walk in slowly with their spears. They ask N'Jobu who he is, and he tells them he's the prince by showing his tattoo on his bottom lip. The Milaje hit their spears on the ground three times, letting us know it was okay to enter.

 

They walk into the apartment, and N'Jobu kneels at the sight of us. "My King. Queen Stella, it's a pleasure seeing you again." He says to her: She smiled at him, and T'chaka rolled his eyes and smiled, walking towards his brother.

 

"Leave us." He tells the boy in the corner. N'Jobu tells them that the boy's name is James, and he is very trustworthy to stay. T'chaka and N'Jobu hug, and they talk about how he's been, saying he looks strong. T'chaka then tells his brother that he ran into a problem when this man named Klaue stole a ton of vibranium and bombed the border.

 

T'chaka looked hard at his brother and said it was an inside job. He continues to stare at him, like he's giving him a chance to answer. N'Jobu looks at him, confused as to why his brother is looking at him like that. "Why are you here?" He asked T'chaka. The king walks to his brother, and his face turns angry. "I want to know why you betrayed Wakanda!" He yelled at N'Jobu.

 

N'Jobu got defensive and said he did no such thing. Stella walked forward a little because she could tell this was going to turn messy. T'chaka turned to James and told him to tell N'Jobu who he really was: Zuri, son of Badu.

 

N'Jobu looked furious, and he grabbed Zuri, starting to yell at him that he had betrayed him and trusted him. Just to find out he was a Wakandan spy this whole time.

 

T'chaka begins to tell N'Jobu that he has to return to Wakanda to face his crimes, and N'Jobu refuses.

 

As the two argue, Stella walks towards the window and sees two boys playing basketball, and Stella recognizes one of them to be N'Jadaka. She rushes from the window and tries to get between them. "Wi can't duh dis here. Tink of da boi. Even though N'Jobu did something that was wrong, he did it for his family."

 

T'chaka pushed Stella back, and she glared at him. "This has nothing to do with you. But with him, he betrayed his home! Therefore, there must be consequences!" Stella got angry and walked closer again. "FI GUD REASON! Yes, it was wrong, but he had no choice."

 

She yelled at him. They go back and forth, the argument getting more heated by the second. T'chaka has enough and takes his claws and stabs, killing N'Jobu. Stella screeched out, catching N'Jobu's body and cradling his head as tears formed in her eyes. She looks up at T'chaka, mortified, and says, "Yuh, kill your own bredda." She said, tears streaming down her face.

 

T'chaka bends down and grabs Stella by the throat, and as she grips his hand, he gives her the most menacing look he could muster. "You speak of this to anybody; it shall be you with panther claws in your chest!" She glared at him and grabbed at his suit, causing Dora Milaje to walk closer. "It nuh mi yuh should be worried about, but wah wi happen wen Bast comes fi yuh," she said. He backed away and went to leave.

 

"What about the boy? My king." Zuri asked T'chaka. He looked at him, then at Stella, and turned back to the door. "Leave him. He's not my concern." Stella stared at the empty space the king stood in, and her heart dropped. Zuri gave her a sympathetic look and walked out with Dora Milaje.

 

Stella was speechless and swallowed, a sob forming in her throat. She looked down at the now-dead prince in her lap, who had now turned cold. She brings her head down and kisses his forehead. Her heart picked up when she heard little N'Jadaka yell for his daddy, running up the steps. She quickly raises her hand over N'Jobu's body, turning it into air. Her heart aches as he completely disappears.

 

Little N'Jadaka runs into the apartment with a big smile on his face, but his smile fades as he sees Stella on the floor with tear-stained cheeks. "Who are you? Where's my daddy?" He asked her, frowning. Stella gets up and walks carefully to N'Jadaka; her mind is racing. How do you tell a child that their only parent left was killed and she couldn't do anything about it?

 

"My name is Stella, and Mi and Yuh Baba are great friends." He smiled at her, but it fell again. "Are you from Wakanda? Where's my dad?" Stella tried to stay strong in front of the young boy, but she's never done anything like this before; this was probably the hardest thing she's ever had to do.

 

"No mi nuh from Wakanda." She lightly chuckled. "But I've been to Wakanda plenty of times; you, baba, went to Wakanda for an emergency." He looked upset and looked at the ground, then back at Stella with teary eyes. "He left me?" His voice cracked. Stella's heart broke into more pieces when he said that this was going to be harder than she thought. "No, he will be back in a couple days. But till den him tell mi tuh luk afta yuh ave. Yuh, have you been to Jamaica?" She asked, giving him a big smile.

 

He gave a tiny smile back and shook his head. "Well, guess wah mi Queen of a place inna Jamaica called Sun City, an yuh baba ave been plenty of times. suh yuh can truss mi, mi wud neva hurt yuh. Ok?" She said that, giving him a reassuring smile. Sticking out her hand, gesturing for him to grab her hand. He looked at her, hesitant. "How come he's never mentioned you?" He looked at her quizzically.

 

"Well, because I am a Queen. And Queens are buzy. But this time I had time to come visit you. But yuh daadie had urgently lef to Wakanda, but like mi seh, he'll be back in a couple days. But yuh baba talk about yuh alla di time; he even showed me pictures." She said this, crouching in front of him. "Ya, believe me now?" He still looked hesitant, but he let her grab his hand. "I promised yuh Baba, I would look after yuh. And I promise nothing will happen to yuh." She gave him a sincere smile. He smiled back at her and nodded.

 

She stood up and told him to go get his things. He went and packed some clothes and other things he wanted to bring. She took some of his bags and asked if she could pick him up. He slowly nodded, and she picked him up and kissed the side of his head.

 

It caused him to smile a little; he probably hasn't felt motherly affection since his mother was in jail. On their way outside, a black Cadillac Escalade came into view, with guards standing on the outside. While N'Jadaka was packing, she called her husband and told him to send a car her way. N'Jadaka hid in the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her. She whispered to him that it'd be okay and that he was safe. Getting into the car, she told him to lay his head on her lap and go to sleep, saying that she'd wake him up when they got to the airport.

 

He protested that he wasn't sleepy, but his eyes suddenly got heavy, and he lay on her shoulder. She laid his head on her lap as they rode to the airport. She didn't realize she was crying until she wiped them away. Today had to be the most heartbreaking day she'd ever been through, and she's had plenty. But she's going to make N'Jobu promise to take care of his son and make sure N'Jadaka sees his mother again. But most importantly, she was going to make sure N'Jadaka made it to Wakanda, whether T'chaka liked it or not.

Alfre Woodard as Stella Williams

[simgirlsofhillsidehaven]

Meet the Girls

The family origins of Jamie Parish are shrouded in mystery. Indeed her very name comes from a juvenile mispronunciation of "Jane" or "Janie" and the surname Parish relates to the Catholic church where she was abandoned/found. Jamie was living a tough life in the system and most recently on the streets; until a fateful and booze-soaked night left her pregnant and in desperate need of help. Luckily she's found Hillside Haven and is now in a safer place.

Rose Williams was orphaned and injured in the vehicular accident which killed her parents. You can't often see the scar on her forehead, which she mostly keeps covered with a fringe. Rose has been at Hillside Haven the longest, staying with Vicky for several months now. She also had the most "normal" childhood of the three girls, at least, she was the only one to have both parents present while growing up.

Chloe Samuel is the newest resident of Hillside Haven. Hers is, potentially, the most dramatic story. Young Chloe lived with her artist mother (Zuri) and their beloved cat until one night when she was out in Totter Park a little too late and was viciously attacked by a stranger out of the dark. Chloe was pronounced dead and Zuri was making arrangements to bury her daughter when Chloe came back to life in the funeral home. Fortunately for Chloe, a small, connected faction of the Copperdale community know vampires are more than myth and they were able to secretly spirit Chloe to safety. Now Chloe must navigate a new hunger and a new world. As our story begins, she has yet to be reunited with her mother or classmates.

Vicky Martin is the bold, blonde paralegal who runs Hillside Haven. In her early thirties, Vicky has no children or partner as yet; but rather devotes herself to championing young girls in need. She has just recently been bought into the loop on the vampire front and Chloe is her first supernatural charge {as far as Vicky knows...}

Vicky is supported by her loving father Robert plus many colleagues and friends.

Her rules for Hillside Haven are fairly simple.

I) Speak the truth, always. Omit if you really must, but don't tell falsehoods.

II) Make your own bed (it's a small accomplishment but it sets one up for the day and declutters the room, clearing mind space).

III) No alcohol or drugs (if you're here, you're here for a reason, no need to go making problems worse).

IV) Curfew is 9pm (no late night shenanigans).

In return, Hillside Haven is exactly that. A safe space where residents can put the pieces back together and find their feet again.

[oc-cafe]

Stories, skelons and tits

Vea tires easily, they are after all, still recovering. They ask me for water and give me no answers. 

I lead them to the kitchen, which is now mostly deserted, the servants having long disappeared into their beds. Some of the messengers mill about outside, just having returned from their various tasks. I wonder what it must be like for them, refugees who made their home in serving a kingdom that they don’t consider as their own, never in the same spot, swift as Dhoruba’s wings and  ever changing like the waves of Baharini’s waters . 

I do not wish to become them. 

“How do you know where everything in your castle is?” Vea shakes their silently and I notice the silver glinting through their hair. 

“Zuri, my sister, and I used to play here with the other children.I suppose we learnt all the hiding spots and the rooms along the way...” I trail off, voices of the past now deafening.  

There I had bandaged Eren’s cuts when they’d fallen into some bush while we had been playing, there Zuri had burnt her dress, there were the places my father had taught me how to clean the stems of flowers, there I had prepared soup with him, there I had found Gabriel and Zuri kissing for the first time, there was the grate I had cut open my hand on, there was the place my father had gently taught me the healing salves, there was that, there was this, memories washed over me, drowning me.  

“What was it like?” I barely hear Vea but some distant part of my brain computes their question. 

“It was fun, loud and absolutely lovely.” I smile a little as I think of the girls I used to know. So many of us drifted away as the war waged on, I wonder what they’re doing now. 

“It seems so.” One of them was called Vriti,  she used  to be popular, her parents had been immigrants from Alinthi, her father a merchant and her mother the head healer, they’d left five and a half years into the war. She’d been barely thirteen. She had a sister, older than her by three years, I think her name had been Reet or something of that sort. 

“Do you miss those days?” Vea asks, leading me out of memory lane. Thousands of names cross my mind, Adunbi, Aziza, Badru,  Chioke, people I used to know, with faces that sacrificed themselves to time. 

“Desperately.” I don’t know why I don’t lie but something about them compels me to tell them the truth. They sigh softly, fixing their glasses, they stretch their legs out in front of them, letting their cane lie at their side as they sit down on the kitchen stool. 

I pour them a glass of water, allowing silence to fill the room. Neither of us say a word, simply enjoying the feel of the cool night air. The utter silence leaves me with a heavy heart but a clear head. 

And a clear head is what I need right now. 

It matters not that my heart still weighs me down, that the grief seems to smother me until I can scarcely breathe, it matters only that the answers I need are within my reach. 

Speaking of which, 

“Vea. You promised me a story.” 

“Impatient, are we?” They sigh again, and I bristle. They sigh quite a bit.  

“Yes, well. I wasn’t allowed to be at the forefront of the war.”

“Be greatful for that.” They sit up sharply, eyes flashing with an emotion I cannot name. 

“Yes, whatever. Now, story.” 

“Fine. There’s people under the sea and they were allies until they weren’t.” 

“Oh okay… then- wait..What.” People under the sea? Did they hit their head on their way here? 

Do I need to hit them on their head?   “Yes Princess, there’s people under the sea. They’re called Skelons, they’ve got blue hair, and they can breathe underwater, they’re Baharini’s bitches.” 

I burst into laughter, they really had me going for a moment there. I really thought they had something important to say.

“Yeah, of course, and the next thing you’re gonna tell me is that fucking Baharini’s real.” I really did inherit my father’s sailor mouth. 

They gave me a sheepish look. 

Abeba’s tits. 

They have got to be kidding. 

“And do you have any evidence to back up this outrageous claim?”  

“Am I not proof enough?” I give them a quick once over, a broken nose, a few scrapes and bruises and broken glasses.

“Right, your….state is supposed to prove to me that there are people living under the sea?” “Not people princess!” They stand up, eyes wild. 

“They’re  monsters. We would be fools to believe otherwise!” All this excitement seems to be getting to them. 

“Look! Look at this and tell me that a man could do this-” 

“Kiongozi Amaris! Please! Get a hold of yourself!” I attempt to still their wild hands as they work furiously to rip off their tunic but ultimately, I fail. 

They shrug off my hand and continue  frantically unbuttoning their tunic. 

Well. This is not how I anticipated this evening to go. 

Maybe I could still make a run for it. 

I take a step back. 

And Vea steps forward. 

Or I could just punch them in the face and run. 

That’s probably not gonna work. 

I’m not very strong. Or good at running. Or… punchy. Is that a word? 

Fuck it. 

I’ll just drown them in the sea. 

Let ‘em be with their sea monsters. 

“Princess I know what this seems like and I’m sorry- I promise  I’m not trying to impose myself on you or somethin-” 

“Then could you kindly put your clothes back on?”

“I will… just- this is something you have to see to believe.” They finally shrug their clothes off and I scramble to cover my eyes. 

Wait. 

This is literally my castle. 

I can look wherever I please. 

I peel my fingers off my face and finally look at Vea. 

Bandages cover most of their body, except a few portions. 

The wrappings around those areas seem to have rotten and fallen away,I reach forward, my hand just barely brushing the edge of the gaping hole in their abdomen. 

It's hypnotising, it's almost as if their blood poisons the wound. I let my fingers brush the edge, and travel further up, tracking the path of scars, exploring the openings between bandages, and letting them tell me a story no words could ever describe.

Because no mortal weapon could ever have inflicted this kind of trauma, because swords and arrows can only cut so deep.

But these?

These are claw marks.

Claw marks that grow grey and luminescent blue under the gaze of the gentle summer moon.

Claw marks that shift and sway like the waves of the ocean that crash against our shore.

Claw marks that resemble the ones embedded into my city's walls from where Baharini once severed her village away.

A/N: Once again, not beta read, but then again when is it?

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[sapphireginger]

Title: Drowning Out Sound - Chapter #6

Pairings: None [Gen]

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 1,555

Warnings: 

Panic Attack Minor Character Death (Off Screen/Mentioned)

Square Filled: Toxic Family

Written For: @anyfandomangstbingo

Full Fic AO3 Link

Summary:

Third grade is even better than second was and Stiles is enjoying every moment of it. His favorite thing is when he gets to read. Since Stiles was little, he has always loved reading. He is like a sponge, soaking up every bit of knowledge he can. Callie’s older brother suggested he read The Hardy Boys and Stiles eagerly gobbles up all fifty-eight of them.

Callie suggests Goosebumps and Stiles gives it a try, but they don't appeal to him. He still thanks her for the suggestion. His favorites to read are The Chronicles of Narnia, Charlie Bone, The Giver and he actually really likes the Nancy Drew books too. That’s what he’s reading today.

Summer ends and on the last day before school starts back up, the kids–Malia, Stiles, Jackson and Callie–all head to the park near the Hale’s house. Stiles giggles as the girls put a crown on his head that they made out of flowers. Jackson takes a picture of him and then grumbles halfheartedly when he gets his own crown. They’ve played for hours all summer long and Stiles plays with Callie nearly every day. She is his best friend.

Stiles starts some more rigorous and in depth therapy with Doctor Bowen to talk about what his mommy did. Jackson and Malia walk him to class and home. Sometimes they even ride the bus with him so he’s not alone.

Third grade is even better than second was and Stiles is enjoying every moment of it. His favorite thing is when he gets to read. Since Stiles was little, he has always loved reading. He is like a sponge, soaking up every bit of knowledge he can. Callie’s older brother suggested he read The Hardy Boys and Stiles eagerly gobbles up all fifty-eight of them.

Callie suggests Goosebumps and Stiles gives it a try, but they don't appeal to him. He still thanks her for the suggestion. His favorites to read are The Chronicles of Narnia, Charlie Bone, The Giver and he actually really likes the Nancy Drew books too. That’s what he’s reading today.

Now that Stiles is seven, Jackson, Malia and he are in third grade. Stiles is technically doing fourth grade work but now that he’s fully attending public school, he wants to stay in the same class as Malia and Jackson. Aunt Talia talked with the school and got it all sorted out. He just does different schoolwork but is physically in the same classroom as his siblings.

At recess, a car pulls up to the school. It’s not unusual for people to come and go during the school day but for some reason, Stiles’s stomach starts to churn with rapidly rising anxiety. He doesn’t know why but his heart jumps to his throat when the car door opens. Zuri is right there with him to calm him as he lays eyes on the person exiting the car.

Malia looks over, noticing her brother isn’t paying attention to her anymore, nor his book or anything else. Well, that’s not true exactly. He’s looking at–‘Uh oh,’ she thinks to herself and quickly rushes to her brother’s side. The woman whose eyes are scanning the playground is someone who definitely shouldn’t be here. Malia knows she has to tell her daddy. Carefully she pulls out her phone and almost misses Stiles speaking.

“Mo’my?”

It startles Malia because Stiles rarely talks, usually using sign language now for everything. He only speaks vocally to daddy or to the family at home. She doesn’t get to dwell on it long as she hears the woman speak.

“Hi baby,” Claudia says. She has a soft, disarming smile on her face, but Malia can see how tense Stiles is. She grabs his hand as Claudia speaks again. “I’ve missed you baby boy.”

Of course, Stiles doesn’t hear her, and Malia is glad.

He turns to Malia.

> Why is she here? I want daddy.

His hands tighten on Zuri’s leash as they begin to shake.

Malia nods and texts their daddy before glaring at Claudia. Her eyes are cold as she stares at the woman who hurt her brother. She places herself in front of Stiles with her arms crossed, cutting Claudia off from seeing him.

Peter’s reply is instant, and Malia relays the text to Stiles.

> Daddy is coming. He says stay put.

Stiles nods. “Da’dy.”

Claudia’s face, that had been sporting an easy smile, now changes in an instant, turning furious. How dare her son call Peter daddy. Unable to accept this, she starts shouting at them. She says awful things, none of which Stiles hears. Malia hates her even more now. If she truly cared about Stiles, she would realize that he can’t hear her, but Malia is glad Claudia doesn’t know. She comforts her brother and hopes their daddy gets there soon.

Not even five minutes later, Peter arrives and scoops Stiles up, grateful for the deafness if only because it means he won’t hear Claudia’s cruel words.

Malia hears the words though and Peter has to wrap his arm around her, so she doesn’t go off on Claudia herself. Peter can barely contain his own anger that somehow this woman has shown up when she was never supposed to get out or have access to Stiles ever again. His attention is quickly diverted to the boy when a small hand waves at him.

Stiles signs.

> I want to go home.

> We are going home right now dearheart. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.

It’s only then that Claudia has stopped speaking as she watches the signing between the man and her son. Since when is her baby deaf? Before she can ask, she’s being arrested and put in the back of a squad car. No matter how much ranting and raving she does, they don’t let her go and her manipulation which got her out of the asylum in the first place doesn’t help her either. The only thing it does is to show that she is a danger to society and especially to her son.

So, she is forced to watch her son leave again while the police drive away with her in cuffs and without what she came for. This time, Claudia is sentenced to life in a maximum security asylum and blacklisted from any visitors. The one time she tries to seduce a guard she ends up in isolation for three days. It takes three instances of that for her to stop trying. Claudia doesn’t give up on getting out, but she changes tactics.

This behavior continues until the day she gets a visitor, not knowing it’ll be her last one. If Peter has someone visit her to explain exactly what will happen if she pulls that shit again well that’s between that person and her. After all, Peter made a vow, and he will see it through.

He’s not a heartless man nor an evil one, but when the news comes a few months later that Claudia is dead, he doesn’t shed a tear and when he tells Stiles, the boy breathes a sigh of relief.

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For the last couple of months of third grade, Malia and Stiles are homeschooled by Talia. Peter refuses to let them go back to that school as he feels they were very incompetent when it came to the children’s safety. Talia and Marie support him and the three adults look into alternative schooling options.

Stiles is sulking most of the summer. Even though he gets to see Callie a lot, he’ll be switching schools and he’s worried that he’ll lose his friend. So, when he and Malia are enrolled in Lupus Luna Academy Prep and get their uniforms, he is stunned to see Callie there too. He doesn’t let go of her hand the entire tour.

Lupus Luna Academy Prep is a school for the deaf and the three children, especially Stiles, thrive there.

Malia is fiercely protective of her brother and sticks by his side constantly. Callie takes his other side and Zuri is always right there to keep him safe. It makes Stiles feel protected to have Malia on his left, Zuri on his right and Callie next to Zuri. Jackson stays at the public school, but he always does his homework side by side with his siblings.

They are all going to be eight soon and have decided to have a big party for all of them, Callie included. Summer comes and the four kids have been begging their parents to go to Waterloo Heights Summer Camp, now that they are old enough.

Talia paid for two weeks for each of them as an early present and they are all currently packing. Callie’s parents are letting her stay tonight so she’s ready to go first thing in the morning and they won’t have to drive her over.

As the kids pile into the living room for a movie with Zuri in the middle of them next to Stiles, there’s an air of excitement that grows higher the closer it gets to the day they leave for camp. They all snuggle together as the movie Fox and the Hound plays on the tv. Stiles lets Callie hold Vixie, his stuffed fox and when she offers him a smile Peter can’t help but notice that his son seems to have a little crush, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

Peter silently steps up behind his wife, who is watching the children from the doorway and wraps his arms around her waist. She settles back against him and hums when he rests his chin on her shoulder. Their eyes never leave the sight before them. It’s calm and relaxed in their home and something about the peace and happiness makes all the tears and pain of the past seem nonexistent.

So, they take time to cherish the moment when smiles are everywhere and their home overflows with love and contentment. It’s one of the many reasons Stiles loves being a Hale.

[sketch-guardian]

Hiii! I’m the same person who asked for the headcannons about the new classmates but I just wanna know if you’d ever be comfortable to post headcannons about all the classmates with a child mc who sees them as older siblings or parental figures. If not I totally understand!! I just wanted to ask since I live for found family tropes and I’m starting to get obsessed with your ocs 😋

I hope you’re doing well!! <33

Hello again!💜I'm fine, thank you for asking☺and I hope you are doing well too✨I'm happy that you're starting to like my OCs! You flatter me😳and don't worry, your request is perfectly valid😌so I hope you enjoy the result:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A CHILD MC WHO SEES THEM AS A PARENT/OLDER SIBILING FIGURE"

DEMYA

Demya has a soft spot for kids, in the sense that, seeing them as frail creatures, she considers them in need of protection and care, this however doesn't change the fact that she still remains a bit feral by nature, especially due to the way she was raised, so every now and then Demya could be seen carrying child MC by the collar of their shirt with her teeth or some poor unfortunate soul could witness MC attached to Demya's back like a koala while she runs on all fours. In any case, Demya would be a great, playful, energetic big sister, who would hunt for the best food to share with child MC. Plus in her heart, Demya would love to have an offspring in the future, so she would be thrilled if MC saw her as worthy of a such an important role and would do anything both not to disappoint and to protect them, Demya doesn't want to lose her family a second time after all...

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra may not seem the best with children on the surface, given his rough and harsh attitude, however living with Mobim has accustomed him to looking after another living being and therefore it wouldn't be too surprising to see him with Mobim and child MC in tow, like a mother hen with her ducklings. Domnra would at first be stunned by MC's view of him as an older brother/father, especially since he doesn't think of himself as a reassuring figure, however he would be quietly touched by the sentiment, it would remind Domnra of the times he cared for other soldiers back in his day as an angel, therefore he would promise to protect child MC at all costs, just like Mobim, to raise them and teach them to defend themselves. Speaking of Mobim, for child MC, Mobim would be like a little sibiling to play with

AZUL

Azul is a born entertainer and his characteristic of changing color depending on his mood attracts a lot of attention, therefore he would have no problem dealing with children or people in general. Having also raised Demya in a certain sense, since he taught her to read, write and essentially civilized her, Azul would feel a little nostalgic for the good old days and would behave in an attentive and caring manner, while still remaining fun, maybe a little clingy, he would definitely start ugly crying if child MC called him big brother or dad. Azul would also hang child MC's drawings everywhere if they were to make them, showing them off to everyone

ZURI

Zuri would prove a little hesitant at the beginning, not considering herself the best role model or exactly loving enough for child MC, in fact she wouldn't understand why child MC considers her suitable for such role, given her stoic nature, however Zuri wouldn't bear to disappoint their expectations and therefore over time she would get used to the new dynamic. For Zuri it would be more natural than expected to take care of child MC, having done the same with Azul and Domnra after their fall from grace and over time Zuri would realize that she enjoyed having child MC by her side, like a found family. Zuri would sew tailor-made clothes for child MC and fix their stuffed animals with patches in case of tears, as well as buy several gifts

ODON

Although Odon scares most living beings with their imposing and eldritch presence, it seems that animals and young people are curious about them and tend to hover around Odon, as if they understood Odon has truly changed for the better and trusted them. Odon would be intrigued by child MC and although puzzled by their desire to be in their company, Odon would be flattered and not at all bothered, they would also engage in telling stories and seeing MC play with their eye-like creatures. Odon has never had a family, so the fact that child MC sees them as an important member of their found family would make Odon feel accepted and at peace. Child MC, in Odon's presence, would be the safest child in all of Devildom and they would do various activities together, such as reading, visiting museums, Odon would also carry child MC on their shoulders, being very tall. Odon likes to attend child MC's tea parties as well

REMIEL

Remiel, despite her somber attitude, knows how to handle children quite well, because it unfortunately happened more than once in the course of her celestial duty that she had to help children's souls reach the afterlife, lost and afraid, with only her to guide them towards the light. Remiel is very patient and has both a soothing presence and a soft voice, so from a logical point of view, she could understand why child MC bonded with her, even if Remiel would wonder why they chose her, when surely there were other more appropriate choices. Having trouble understanding feelings and being quite dense, nurturing child MC could help Remiel comprehend the human world better and experience genuine sensations she has never felt before. Remiel would also like to introduce child MC to her parents, to include them and make them feel even more part of the family, as a little sibiling or child, hoping Azrael and Death don't intimidate child MC too much with their appearance. Remiel would be good at putting child MC to sleep, cradling them with her wings

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel isn't used to interacting with humans, being often busy with celestial matters, so he would be pleasantly surprised to have attracted child MC's attention, especially considering his frequent quietness. Nathaniel would be an excellent teacher and would help child MC with homework and other matters, even difficult ones, specifying how important it is to solve them without the use of violence when possible. The concept of family may be foreign to Nathaniel, but being a very patient angel, he would be glad to walk on such journey of growth alongside child MC, experiencing the joy of raising them. Nathaniel would be chill, but still protective of child MC and would be willing to accompany them to explore and discover both the Celestial Realm and Devildom. Nathaniel would also likely teach child MC his way of communicating only through gestures

URIEL

Uriel isn't exactly a loving type and as a warrior angel, she is more used to fighting than looking after others, so at the beginning, rather than taking care of child MC, it would almost seem as if she were training them, almost like a soldier, obviously not overdoing it, given that they are still a child. It would take Uriel some time to get used to such a dynamic, but over time she would start to feel proud of having been chosen to represent such an important role, the fact that child MC looks up to her would slowly soften Uriel's edges. Some activities that Uriel and child MC would do together would be fighting with fake swords, in which Uriel would lose only to boost MC's self-esteem and fly embraced by her safe arms while doing cool tricks, at a safe distance from the ground. Uriel would also be quite strict when it comes to rules, so she would find a way to make them more bearable and manageable for child MC

[litlunacy]

32 and 45 for the mc ask game! (for as many of your apprentices as you want to answer for)

I answered for all six of them this time!

32. Does their use of/skill in magic differ from canon? How so?

Well, the canon magic system seems to be a kind of soft one, right? Sometimes it's as simple as willing a thing to happen, like thinking of fire and summoning a flame, and sometimes whole entire rituals are required. There are also different classes of it, like green magic, alchemy, blood magic, etc. Also, everybody's magic has a different feel to it, and the Apprentice can pick up on it. So with that in mind:

Ximena's magic feels like a cool, gentle breeze, but can come off a terrifying gale if she's mad enough. It manifests itself in pale, silvery wisps when unfocused. And since her aunt was all green magic, and her dad is ridiculously powerful in the abstract formation of will, Ximena has a very good grasp on both. She is a powerful magician, and she often uses magic to do everyday things.

Lilith's magic feels very sharp, like a whipcrack. She has a very tight control on it and is extremely powerful. She knows this, and she will use it to her advantage. Don't ask her to do green magic though, plants aren't her thing.

Zuri's magic feels like...nothingness, emptiness, a cold dark void. And it kinda frightens her a little. It also gets away from her sometimes, especially if something happens to break her concentration. She has a lot of power that she doesn't really know what to do with. She does better if she has a partner to form a circle with.

Lorica's magic feels playful, like butterfly kisses and playing tag. She's a good magician, but she works better with a focus. That's why she keeps spare crystals in her bag.

Rajani's magic feels like spring, green and alive. Which makes sense, as their focus is mostly on green magic and healing. They do like doing stuff the old-fashioned way though, so you won't catch them using magic for most daily chores and stuff.

Bellamy's magic feels warm and bright, like a sunny summer day. He's a bit better at reading the cards than he is at magic, mostly because his attention tends to wander. He's something of a Jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none in magic; he can do a little healing, he can do green magic, he can manifest his will if he really tries, he works with a focus if he remembers to bring one. Don't ask him to do the fancy rituals or alchemy though, that's way too complicated. He does become a lot more powerful when when casting with a partner who can help him concentrate. Oh, and he can talk to animals. Which is just a very normal thing to him that always astounds everyone else.

45. Are they more street smart or book smart? Something else?

Ximena is a bit of both. She reads a lot and is highly intelligent, and she can navigate a lot of situations purely by bullshitting her way through them. She prefers to sit back and observe as long as possible before acting in most situations, or just cast a cloaking spell and dip if something is too much.

Lilith is book smart, but she's not exactly street smart. She does, however, have a very authoritative presence and can be extremely menacing when she chooses, and uses it to her advantage. If she starts speaking very slowly and precisely with that little smile, run.

Zuri is extremely book smart, but has no street smarts whatsoever. People are terrifying and confusing and why do strangers talk to her and can she please just go home now???

Lorica is a mix. She's well-read, but not a genius, and she can navigate most situations by staying calm and listening. Politeness is key.

Rajani is more street smart. They are intelligent, but they prefer reading people to reading books. They're also quite good at smoothing things over with little distractions. "Oh, let me buy you a drink, that's a lovely bracelet, hey did you hear about this..."

Bellamy is...neither. He's not an idiot by any means, but he tends to just float through life by being a good dude who smiles and laughs a lot. People like him. He likes people. And if he screws up, he apologizes. It works, at least most of the time.

[demon-love-story]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 ❝𝕾𝖔-𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉-𝕻𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖟𝖚❞

A follow up to @truelovespyre 's 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕊𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪

Parenting isn't easy, never was, and never will be. Some aren't cut off to hold a tag "parent" but they wear it, whether they like it or not. And mortals are ungrateful of them all, at times. Not even the Unholy kin in Inferno didn't understand at times the "God's design", but some shouldn't brag either.

Instead of parents the offsprings had guardians whom saw to their perfect growth to be who they should be and act like it, no emotional strings attached. Selena rather connected to those who did things the "mortal way", and nursed their offsprings on their own.

Many of times Selena wondered if that had been Ashe's fate as well, many of times she asked the serpent girl when morphed into a child momentarily, and at those times her question hadn't been answered. So little was known of her dearest Ashe and her origin.

If the Higher beings ever answered her prayers when being silent in the last epilogue of past life, They had answered now, the one who had any knowledge of her adopted daughter is one of the Princes. The catch is: they doesn't speak, cannot speak. And for the spare hours Selena had this century were used to learn their sign language, when not caring for her mate's garden.

Selena looked at the peaking red moon behind the obsidian mountains over the spread of her majestic wings that ever so elegantly whipped, the dry wind carrying her to her destination. The domain of Prince of Gluttony, it laid below a three story hole by the Hell's gates, built like the Colloseum but more home-like with the round rooftop and a spilling waterfall of blood streaming inside the pit and drowned in crimson anything around the domain walls.

Landing with grace on the roof, she invited herself inside through the wide, balcony door of the top floor.

And as expected, the inside was messy just like last time she'd visited, and the rascal children had no mercy for the owner of this mansion. Selena stepped over books, pillows, and whatnot thought out her way over to the main room that served as a dining room, and bedroom, all three in one.

The giggling and tittering she would recognize any time of her time-less days. Selena opened the door and saw food fling to the other side from her profile view, hitting unceremoniously the demon girl in the head, noting it was a pear that was thrown.

Zurie squealed in displeasure, her big paws missed the fruit by an inch, and now she had the juices all over forehead. Ashe, in her demon-like body, laughed at her friend, no pity at all.

Beelzebub on their big and wide throne of pillows and blankets, sat at the top, a bowl of many fruits at their lap. They hummed, gently but Selena's ears could pick the sound and immediately knew that they were laughing.

Ashe pulled at Beelzebub's bare, giant digit of a toe, grinning from hear to hear and her sneak tongue flicked out a few times. "Pazu! Pazu! More fruit!" She demanded and indeed recieved before running off at unguarded Zurie. "Thank!"

Selena saw it safe to approach the biggest demon of all Inferno, and also the 5th Prince of Inferno. She bowed her jeweled, horned head and it was met with a beaming, spotty smile and a fruit offering. She took the purple grapes out of politeness.

Beelzebub moved to the side, same for their tail and offered up a big pillow Selena usually sat at when visiting, and she immediately got comfortable.

"I hope you have been well, Prince." She turned her head to watch the sight of a food battle, but only for a moment.

Beelzebub stuffed an orange into their mouth before meeting her gaze and finally lifted their big paws. « Food hadn't run out yet, so I'm doing fantastic! »

They said it with their hands so enthusiastically it made Selena smile big. She glanced at the grapes in her hands, then at girls, and lastly at the big bowl that reflected her little grin. "I do believe there will be a short supply of mortal nutriment if they will keeps this up."

Beelzebub beamed with hums, their tail at their thigh whipped up and down.

With this moment of nothing said, Selena remembered what she had picked up when entering this room and curiousity took over her mind. "If I may ask, why had Ashe addressed you as 'Pazu'? Do you go by another title that I don't know of?"

Beelzebub's golden gaze softened and Selena awed at the spotty freckles in their orbs that turned towards the serpent child.

« It's a nickname. Pazuzu, in full... »

Selena watched the slow and elegant motions of the clawed digits, big and gentle.

« ... I do not mean to steal another's title, but she calls me so because I am her guardian. In Mesopotamia, there was this demon that protected mothers and their children. » Beelzebub noticed her devoted attention and smiled bashfully at Selena who was filled with questions.

Selena leaned forward, not noticing the light squeeze of her claws on the fruit she held, something of a hope filled her eyes of blue with specks of gold that greedily desired the truth.

"Prince, is Ashe a Mesopotamian? Was she... Was Ashe a mortal?"

There was a long pause of silence while the Prince of Gluttony brought their paws up, thinking of an answer.

« Maybe. »