#ALSO HOW HIS HORNS ARE JUST SMALL NUBS!!!!!

[maddymoreau]

I NEED A PLUSHIE OF HIM!!!!!!!

[skyeslittlecorner]

Can we have some family's moments plsssss 🥺 Like how the kings take care of the baby after birth (the skin-to-skin contact with the dads is so precious) and maybe some scenerio where they introduce their kids to the nobles pls 😭💕

I hesitated with this request for a long time (sorry! And thank you for your patience!), but I wanted to include everyone here. I needed some time. It's finally ready!

Satan

The pregnancy was as much fun (for Satan) as it was exhausting (for you). Of course, he supported you. Especially when you were screaming during labor that you hated him, and it was all his fault, and he almost cum feeling your anger. But to the point.

He is a truly excellent father and knows how to deal with children, because he has attended births many times. When he lies down next to you and holds your twins in his arms, the look on his face will be one of pure happiness (from tonight onwards there will be not one, but three pairs of headlights staring at you). He will gently support their heads and stroke them between the nubs that will later become horns. You've never seen him so calm before. So caring. As if suddenly, for a brief moment, all his wrath and depression disappeared.

As for the nobles - Satan needs to enjoy the kids, so when Leraye and Paimon come cooing at you and the baby, they'll get their ass kicked. There should be silence! You are tired, twins also need to get used to their parents. Although, Paimon and Leraye will be great guardians, just keep an eye on them all, because when they are having fun, they are really messy. Poor stuffed animals.

Sitri will be the first to have the honor of holding them (and changing their diapers). I think he will be most confused when he has to take care of children for the first time, because they are small, dependent and illogical. He'll learn quickly, especially with your help. Show him how to take care of little ones, and he will do well on the first try.

The best nanny will of course be Astaroth, he is perfect for children. After all, he was the one who started the legend of Santa Claus. (And I still headcanon him to be so old that he was little Satan's guardian). Zagan will be a little more shy, he will consider twins two little treasures, and slowly he will have to learn that they will not shatter like glass when he touches them (the demonstration will be a loving father who will lift the kid by the foot). Belial is also a great nanny, although Jiyu is forbidden from staying with the child for long periods of time.

Satan, of course, is the perfect father. He sometimes has stupid ideas, but he knows perfectly well how to do everything with children, and he would love to stay with you all the time if it weren't for the war and responsibilities.

Mammon

Every contact with Mammon is skin to skin contact. He will be exceptionally delicate. The baby is not so little (and labor wasn't easy), but in his hands it looks even smaller than usual.

He will let you enjoy your child as much as you want and will wait patiently for you to give them to him. During this time, his greed will only increase, but it feels good. After all, as his Master, no, as someone more - as his Wife, you have priority over everything. Especially the baby you gave him. He loves you even more for this, because you yourself are his treasure and you have given him something he never had before.

Bimet will be torn between hiring a nanny and keeping money, but greed will win. Even if he has to take care of the child. Although he will try to avoid his responsibilities as much as possible so that he can only be present while having fun. The kind of uncle who can play with a toddler until he or they start crying.

Valefor will be a much better guardian. He won't be afraid to change clothes and feed the baby, even if they throw gold-plated porridge. Strangely enough, while it won't always be cute, Eligos will take care of them the best of all. Mainly because good care means more attention and headpats for him. I don't know why, but I have the impression that Eligos will be the greatest help for you in raising, because he will be the least likely to spoil this already heavily spoiled child.

Beelzebub

As you expected, Beelzebub will appear very late, but for completely different reasons than you think. This date was etched in his memory like a stone. Except he doesn't know if it's safe, because the moment he sits next to you on the bed, looks at your tired smile, touches your baby… all his desire to wander will disappear. He will have a dangerous urge to give it all up and stay with you. See your child grow up. To look after you. Cursed angels and cursed war, he will destroy the entire Heaven, but he wants to stay with you. When he hugs the baby to his chest, his face shows genuine emotion… and pain. You don't need further assurances of how much he loves you.

There is a running joke that the kids will treat Bael as their father, but neither him nor Beel won't allow it. Bael don't like to be confused with him if he don't have to, after all. Also, even Nabe can tell them apart without glasses, and their children will be able to tell them even more. In everyday life he will actually be a good uncle. Like Sitri, he will need time (and energy) to get used to it, but... he has too much other work to do instead of raising a child.

Naberius won't really know what to do with the children. His greatest contribution would be to play with them, especially if he changed into his dog form. It's not that he doesn't want to help, but his brain freezes when you tell him to heat up the milk. You think it's cute and tell him to mainly keep an eye on them. Stolas is a little better help, but he's loud and energetic. While he can prepare a meal, he's not very good at changing diapers.

The royal nanny in this case will be Amon, if you can convince him to do so. The fact that these are Beelzebub's children should help. We know that if he wants, he can handle any situation very well, and besides, he is mainly our guard when we are at Avisos. This way, you will solve Bael's problem with the always sleeping Amon, and Amon himself will be happy, feeling part of your family.

Leviathan

It's not easy to read the emotions on Leviathan's face, but the way he holds your child, seemingly holding his breath so as not to harm them, made you feel warmer. Always perfect, now he looks like the most lost man in Hades. You will help him, position his hands to hold the baby properly, allow him to get used to the baby's gentleness, and tell him that babies need close contact to maintain body warmth and a steady heartbeat. When Leviathan hears this, he won't want to put the baby down for even a second. The only exception is when you are holding them. In fact, he's torn because when he gives you the baby back, he's jealous that he doesn't hold it, and when he holds it, he's jealous that he just had a beautiful sight of you holding them in your arms… Life is so hard.

I see him as the only king who is not a perfect father. Why should he be if he was no example? He didn't even have a childhood. Neither of you will mention it, but you will learn together how to take care of your baby. This will only bring you much closer. Especially since there is a lot of chaos and very little perfection in parents' lives. He will try as hard as he can, on his own, willingly, but sometimes kiss him and tell him that you will take care of the baby at night. He will be grateful to you for this. Especially since Leviathan will do everything to give your child a real childhood.

Unlike other countries, Hades has no official best nanny. Foras is great at taking care of mundane things like feeding, changing, and bathing, but he's not very affectionate. Barbatos is even too affectionate and playful, he can take care of the child in any way, but keep an eye on him because he considers clothes to be an unnecessary accessory. The best nanny would be Glasyalabolas, if it weren't for the fact that from the very beginning he tries to convince the little prince or princess to dethrone their daddy. Coup d'état, that's just good fun!

As for Orias, in this case Leviathan is much more cautious, but when he sees that his noble still prefers him to the child, then (his ego will be tickled) he will have no problem with him.

[dullgecko]

Ok so we’ve had Riz accidentally becoming human sized, but have you considered the rest of the bad kids accidentally/being cursed to be goblin sized or full goblin themselves.

I’m honestly leaning more towards they’re all goblins since then they get the full goblin experience with all the instincts and biology quirks that come with it, also a curse that turns you into a goblin definitely seems like something some jerk of a long dead wizard would create.

Like gorgug is absolutely freaking out cause suddenly he’s small and he has to look up constantly and he’s so used to not using his full strength for anything and now he has to put his whole body into just opening a door, on the plus side he’s now the right size to give his parents proper hugs.

Fabian has to jump on and scramble onto every piece of furniture and everyone at school keeps trying to pick up! The whole thing’s incredibly undignified, plus especially with fighter as his main class he has the strongest urge to pounce on and hunt anything fast moving he sees.

Adaine is used to be quite and unseen thanks to her upbringing, which when she was an elf was still nit ok but atleast you could look away from her for a second and not have her disappear under a table etc.

Fig of course uses her new found sneakiness and increased senses to be an absolute menace, she’s taken to running up suprise biting peoples calves then running away before then can even spot her.

Kristen is trying to use the experience to learn more about being a goblin and kinda what Riz experiences just day to day, also Bucky definitely see her at school and has a mini freak out about her being cursed and turning into a ‘monster’ for turning against Helio (nothing against Bucky he’s just 14, heavily indoctrinated with 2 overbearing racist parents and with what he sees as direct evidence of what they’re teaching/telling/warning him in the form his sister)

Xx

Riz is having a bad time because he's trying to wrangle his entire party and they are not at all used to the level of anxiety that comes with being a goblin. They are small, they are prey animals, and he's trying to drag them through the hallways of the school in the middle of the day so he can set them up in the library and start working out how to fix the problem.

All five of them are clustering together as close as possible and on high alert and snappy. Fig, Gorgug and Fabian are the worst of them because they have the urge to protect everyone else.

Adaine has to be holding someones hand at all times or she will literally burst into tears from panic but they need her to focus because she'll have to research to break the curse and turn them back to normal.

They don't all look like normal goblins because their normal ancestry carried over slightly with the change. It's not helping things because it's such an oddity seeing something other than a Chaos Mountain or Bastion City goblin in the school and people keep trying to get a closer look.

Adaine as a high elf is the oddest looking, she's a pearly white with much larger ears that droop down at the ends with a much longer tail. She looks the closest to the goblins that stayed hidden the the fae wilds and escaped being controlled by maglubiyet and kidnapped to the material plane. She honestly looks like if someone wanted to make a marketable toy of a goblin and made them 'cuter' to be more appealing.

Gorgug is much taller and stockier than Riz but looks very close to him in colouration. His ears are a little smaller, and his tail is shorter but much thicker.

Fig is bright red and has little horn-nubs on her forehead. Her ears are slightly longer and thinner than Riz's and she almost looks like an imp and a goblin got crossed. The tuft on the end of her tail hides a wickedly sharp backwards facing set of spikes, similar to the point on the end of an imps tail.

Kristen could be mistaken for Riz's cousin they look so similar like this, if you discounted the hair colour. She has a lot more visible freckles than Riz though and her stripes are darker.

Fabian looks like an Ixalan goblin, goblins that evolved to run around on ships out at sea who are skilled at scaling the rigging, but with far darker skin. His tail is actually prehensile and can hold his full body weight in a way Riz's can't. He's also a little bit stockier but still has a hard time climbing things as much as Riz does because he's not used to it. The tail being much stronger than Riz's is useful, because the rogue has to grab it SEVERAL times to stop fabian chasing after things. Riz thinks, aesthetically, he's just as pretty as a goblin as he was as a half elf.

They're all slowly starting to realise that oh no Riz actually has a fairly high level of self control, and so do most goblins they've met before. Wrangling their instincts takes a lot of work and their rogue is constantly trying to get them back on task as he drags them through the school to the library to set them up somewhere dark and quiet where they'll settle down for a while. They're also realising why he sometimes snaps and gets cranky when they flick a light on when he's in a room. Everything is WAY too bright and hurts their eyes.

Riz ends up setting up his entire party in a study room in the library with the lights off while they start hunting through books for a way to break the curse. Adaine calmed down a lot in the smaller darker room and is happily flipping through the books with her incredibly small version of Boggy perched on her head.

Gorgug ends up conked out napping in the corner because oops, it's daytime and they're nocturnal now.

Fig gets bored and cant resist the urge to go cause mischeif, the librarian ends up catching her and bringing her back once she tires herself out with her biting game.

Kristen is surprisingly chill about the whole thing and tries to go to her classes as normal, right up until her brother sees her and starts saying some very hurtful stuff. She abandons her idea at that point and comes back to cuddle sadly with Gorgug and Fig where they're napping in the corner.

Fabian, at some point, finally registers something in his brain and whispers something in Riz's ear before dragging him off. They disappear for nearly half an hour and Riz returns disheveled with a thousand yard stare, a split lip, and a VERY smug and equally dishevelled looking Fabian. If anyone asks him what happened he just says bathroom and nothing else.

Riz just goes back to helping Adaine look for the way to break the curse without comment. Fabian sitting down next to him and playing on his crystal because he doesnt understand any of the wizard shit they're doing but keeps intertwining his tail with their rogues.

[wyked-ao3]

this is an appreciation post because i don’t think it’s talked about enough just how much contribute to the writeblr community. you’re so engaged in everyone’s work. you read so many wips and ask genuinely engaging and fun questions. you do the tuesday ask thing for all your mutuals. you genuinely make everyone here feel so safe and appreciated, and make all of our works feel so loved.

thank you for being such a lovely person wyked, and for being such an amazing friend. the entire appreciates and loves you <3

(p.s. i need reference pictures for amon pls)

Thank you Nav this was really touching. 🫂 I'm glad that people enjoy the questions and I strive to be a mostly positive person some days that's a little more difficult than others. But I do genuinely love seeing everyone's work and the passion and thought that they have put into it. There are countless stories put there and finding out the small details that are overlooked can be a fun part of getting to know the story while it's being worked on. The writing community is a wonderful place to hang out and I think we can all agree on that. Thank you for the appreciation post it really means a lot to me.

Also @thecomfywriter you brighten up the writing community as well and I always look forward to seeing your post and our chats.

Amon inspiration pictures from Pinterest as requested

the top left would be his ears and piercings and what his adult horns will look like.

Top right is face and the royal aesthetic he would have grown up with.

Bottom is the fashion he likes to where with the pirates and how he normally has his hair to hide the little nubs of horns he has currently. Although he tends to where more black and white then just black lol. Can't take all the boys roots away from him. He is a spirit fae at the end of the day.

@inseasofgreen Amon

[deuxcherise]

The Buck and the Reynard

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, yandere male, male!buck oc, male!fox reader (doesn't really have to be male, but male pronouns are used), straightness is implied to be the “norm” but nobody actually cares here, makes fun of animal behavior, interspecies relations, some horror element, a bit suggestive but nothing super explicit

A/n: So… oh my goodness. I finally finished it in time for Christmas! You don’t know how many times I’ve re-written this. Anyway, I personally wanted to keep it in a similar style of how I wrote The Hare and the Fox so there is kind of a… I’m thinking eldritch horror element (if I’m using that term right) somewhere in there. The Winter Solstice event written in here is inspired by Christmas, but you don’t necessarily need to celebrate Christmas in order to follow, I think? A lot of jumping forward from each moment but I hope you enjoy every single one~

Masterlist

Once upon a time, there was a clever, clever fox who found itself stuck at the bottom of a deep, deep well.

The fox did not cry, nor did it weep. The fox simply waited until another came along.

A four-legged animal, with cloven hooves and curved horns happened to pass by and noticed this poor fox. “Oh my! How did you get yourself stuck at the bottom of this well?” it asked, concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Nevermind that,” replied the fox. “My dear, my dear, won’t you help this poor soul out?”

“Of course!” answered the other. “It would be my pleasure.”

At this, the fox bared its teeth, grinning a malicious grin.

…..

…..

…..

“Roasting chestnuts, over an open fire~” sings your father as he prepares the fire pit, throwing in dry grass and logs to raise the crackling flames.

You come up behind him, bundled arms full of freshly collected spiky chestnuts. Your ears flicker from excitement. “Papa, Papa! I’m done!”

Your father turns around with a jolly smile. “Wow! Great job, son. You’ve done a wonderful-” Then he sees the kid beside you, also carrying an armful of spiky chestnuts, and blinks. “Uh, who’s this?”

You follow your father’s gaze and then turn back to pipe up, “Oh yah, that’s Roo-dee. He’s my rein… Uh… what was it? Something deer. He’s my deer!”

One of your father's ears folds down while the other stays up, matching the position of his eyebrows. “... That true?” he asks your friend.

Rudie nods shyly. “I-I’m his dear.”

“Yah, see?”

Your father stares for a moment, blank as he processes this information. Then he shrugs and says with a smile, “Alright. Well, I’m sure your mama and siblings will have questions when they see him but, uh, let’s get to roasting, yeah?”

“Yah!” “Y-yes, sir!”

-----

“So you’re a reindeer?” “A deer?” “Never seen one before.” “He doesn’t look like one.” “Where’s his antlers?” “Do you know Papa Snow?” “Does your nose glow red?” “Where’s the rest of you?”

All of your siblings and some of their significant others ogle at Rudie, while you stand nearby with your chest puffed with pride. If it weren’t for you and your clever ways, you would have never been able to not only escape from a deep well but also capture an actual deer who’d do your bidding.

Nevermind that he was technically abandoned… and that he’s just a stupid deer who you scared into making a deal to loyally follow you for life in exchange for his own life. Dumb creatures are designed to follow clever beings like foxes, after all. It’s simply nature. He should feel lucky that it was you who found him. Heh!

“You’re a small one, aren’t you?” Arley, the rabbit, says. His yellow eyes are still, in your opinion, as unnerving as the day your eldest sister first brought him home. “Barely nubs for-” he pauses to hold in his laughter, “‘antlers’, huh?”

One might wonder how a rabbit could possibly co-exist within the midst of a skulk of foxes. Well, that’s another story.

“Don’t be rude,” your eldest sister, Eldie, reprimands him, pinching his cheek and eliciting an “owie” and “sowwie, darling” from him. 

“Your eyes look weird for a deer,” your second oldest sister, Deucy, comments. “I thought they had round ones like ours.”

“Indeed,” Theodore, the bear, agrees. “And I’ve seen quite a-”

“Ugh, shut up, Barry, nobody cares what you think,” Deucy cuts in, rolling her eyes.

He grins mischievously at her. “Aww~ Calling me by nickname now, honey?”

One might also wonder how a bear could possibly co-exist within the midst of a skulk of foxes. That’s also another story.

“What’s a deer?” asks Swanson, a duckling.

One of your ears sticks up while the other flops down in confusion. “Who are you?” you ask.

“Oh! I’m babysitting for my friends,” your third oldest sibling answers. “This is Swanson, say hi~ Did you know, his parents are a turkey and a duck?”

“And to answer your question,” your eldest sister jumps in, “a deer is a four-legged creature…”

While they explain to the duckling, you find Rudie escaping from your siblings’ eyeful examination to cower behind you. “(Y-y/n)... There’s so… many… W-who?”

“Oh, these are my siblings. And that bunny is Arley and that bear is Theo and that duckling… Uh, I don’t know but yah!”

“Idea~” your third sibling sings. “Since you two are about the same age as Swanson, how about the three of you play together?”

Swanson nods.

You throw your hands up in excitement. “Yah!”

Rudie mimics you with a softer, “Y-yes…’

-----

“Since I’m clearly the top animal here, I’ll be the king,” you declare with one hand on your hip and the other in the air. You point at Rudie. “You’re obviously my servant. Right?”

“Y-yes, sir!” Rudie salutes you. Whether or not he disagreed deep down, he doesn’t seem to make any sort of gesture or expression indicating otherwise.

Then you point to Swanson. “And you… um… What do you want to be?”

Swanson tilts his head side-to-side thoughtfully before coming up with, “Every king needs a queen, right? I’ll be your queen then.”

You hadn’t thought of that before, but that logic makes sense. “Oh, ok-”

“NO!” Rudie cuts in before he runs over and wraps his arms around you, looking at Swanson and baring his dull teeth, surprisingly unbecoming of a prey animal. “(Y/n) only needs me! I’ll be queen.”

“But you’re my servant,” you reason.

“But he’s a swan!” Rudie retorts. “Swans can’t be with foxes.”

“But deer can?” asks Swanson.

“Besides, royalty can’t be servants, and you having two roles is unfair, anyway,” you add.

“But I’m your dear!” Rudie exclaims. “So that makes you my dear!”

Now that doesn’t make any sense. “What? You’re my deer because you’re a deer. But I’m not a deer!”

Swanson groans, “Ugh, let’s play something else.”

Rudie’s brow is so wrinkled, you feel he might develop a creased forehead despite being so young. “Yeah… ” you sigh. ��You choose then, please Swanson?”

And so the three of you ended up forgoing “Follow the King” to play “Duck, Duck, Goose”, in which Swanson came out on top while Rudie ended up in third place as expected.

-----🐐🦊-----

Many, many moons have passed and all of your siblings have left the den, leaving you, the youngest, as the only one left who has yet to settle down and have your own kits at your own den.

“My, my~ What a great-looking tail you have~”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, a tight grin plastered on your face as a female fox handles and caresses your fluffy tail.

The Great Feast is held every single year during the height of autumn to gather and celebrate all of the animals who have contributed to the grand pile of food in the middle of the forest. Although all of the carnivores, herbivores, and the omnivores, and whoever else join in one place, surprisingly there is a lack of close interaction between species. In addition to celebrating life, this event is seen more as an opportunity for… something else.

“Have many children do you want?”

“Where do you like to live? Near a river or near a mountain?”

“How good are your hunting or gathering skills?”

“How long can you last-”

“Enough!” you screech. You clear your throat and make your way through the crowd. “Aha. Sorry, sorry. I need to use the bathroom. Apologies. Uh-huuuh. Excuuuuse me!”

With some effort, you manage to wiggle your way out of the group of husband-hungry vixens and immediately head straight for the nearest tree. Hiding behind one, you press your back against the trunk and slide down in exhaustion.

“Please do your best to be polite among others,” your mother had requested. You feel you’ve done your part as best as you can, because you could not possibly stand another second stuck between those suffocating fur coats. In all the blue above, please let this event end already so I can go home and sleep in my extremely comfy nest.

Step step step step.

You look up and find Rudie, hunched over on his knees, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he breathes heavily. The moment his eyes meet yours, you stiffen and then knowing smiles appear on your faces.

“Wow, been running for your life?” you joke, patting the patch of grass next to you. “You scared of getting hitched or something?”

“Hah! Are you?” he throws back at you as he takes a seat and rests his back against the trunk. As his sweat evaporates, a pleasingly sweet aroma of musk and leaves waltzes around in the air.

Adulthood in your family is marked by the mature development of your scent glands and your height surpassing a particular mark on your family's special oak tree. Despite being of another species, Rudie also followed suit, actually towering over you by a head. That was to be expected, considering deer are typically larger than foxes, much to your annoyance.

“Nah. But I'm surprised. I thought your antlers would've sent them running,” you comment, admiring the bark of the trees in front of you.

Oddly, his once tiny, sensitive nubs have transformed into malformed antlers, two large snail-shell-like spirals curled on each side of his head.

He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

One of your ears sticks up as the other flops down. “Oi, oi. Who are you to tell your king to shut up?”

He playfully sighs. “As your humble, humble servant, I would never dare.. But if I did, my sincerest and deepest apologiiiiies, my dear liege. Please. Continue to insult me.”

You chuckle, a bit ticked. “I would give you a pat on the head for your obedience, but calling me a deer? Insubordinate, and churlish. How dare you?”

“Then… should I call you darling just like Arley does?” he offers.

“Pleeeeaaase, do not,” you chuckle, contemplating on those words. “Ya know… between you and me, I think he calls her that because he actually likes her. What do you think?”

A gentle wind goes by, rustling the leaves.

“... I think he does.”

“Of course, you'd agree with me,” you say. “So~ Meet any cute, uh, doe? Is that what female deer are called?”

“No.”

You notice how quickly his response came. “Uh… so no as in-”

“I didn't like any of them,” he clarifies.

“Ah.” You find yourself momentarily lost for words, seeing as you’re also in the same situation. “Bummer. Maybe you'll meet one in the next Great Feast.”

“I won't.”

Again, his response came quite quickly. So sure of himself of this statement.

“And what exactly makes you so sure of that?” you wonder.

“Because I’ve already promised myself to another.”

Your head jerks towards him, astonished. “What??? Since when? I’m your king and yet why have I not heard of this???”

Another gust of wind brushes past the trees. His expression is blank. The horizontally rectangular black pupils against yellow irises of his eyes stare into yours as if peering through to your soul. He says nothing.

…..

“Um… Rudie?” You wave a hand in front of you. “You, uh, okay?”

He finally snaps out of it, a grin breaking onto his face and turns away. “That’s a secret, dear.”

One of your ears flickers in annoyance, but you surrender since he’s the most stubborn animal you’ve ever met. “Aha fine, fine. Be that way. … And don't call me a deer.”

“Right, dear.”

You groan.

“Wow, so this is where you guys have been hiding. Great.”

Both of your heads jerk to the side towards the third addition to your party, only to find Swanson slouched over and breathing heavily next to you. He looks at you with a scowl. “What?”

You purse your lips, holding in your laugh. “S-So I’m guessing you… ?”

Swanson shakes his head. “Heck no. How you seen those hens?”

The image of those female ducks ripping out each other's feathers over who gets to contribute to the pile of food first appears in your head. “Yup. Anyway, oi. Get this. Rudie’s already got someone.”

“Really?”

Rudie keeps silent.

“What? Not going to tell me?” Swanson asks, though his tone is more like he already knew this would be the case. “I’m guessing you didn’t tell (Y/n) either.” He scoffs and mutters,

“Excuse me?” Rudie says.

“You know who it is?” you ask.

Swanson looks at you, eyes moving up and down over your face. He shoots a quick glance over at Rudie. “Yeah-”

“That’s none of your business!” Rudie shouts, grabbing you by the arm and forcing you to stand up beside him. “Let’s go. The event’s almost over anyway.”

“W-wait a bloody second!” You look back to Swanson as you get dragged away, catching Swanson rolling his eyes before he disappears in the opposite direction.

-----🐐🦊-----

[Several moons later…]

“Dear, would you like a star or a partridge on top of the tree?”

Your ears flops backwards and you click your tongue. “Would you stop calling me a deer? And I'll take the star, thank you very much.”

“Whatever you say, dear,” Rudie hums.

You sigh as you sort through a box of ornaments to place on the tree to celebrate the Winter Solstice. Unfortunately for you, a large snow storm had passed over your part of the forest recently, forcing you and potentially all of your siblings to forgo the trip to your family den.

You pick and hold up a shiny red ornament with golden accents, only to catch the sight of Rudie behind it, trying to determine which angle the wooden star should sit on the tree’s tip.

Ever since your first attendance to the Great Feast as adults, he hasn't stopped calling you a deer for some reason. You've tried asking, but then he'd brush you off and call you a deer again. Annoying. What is your future mate going to think if your servant can’t respect you right? Actually, what’s his future mate going to think? Maybe you should consider booking a crow therapist to help him break this bad habit…

Or maybe not. Sometimes… just sometimes, you hope he’s calling you his dear rather than just a deer… You shake your head, ridding yourself of stupid ideas of what you both could be and what you are now. He’s already taken anyway…

On a different note-

You join him, holding an ornament in each hand. “Seeing as we're snowed,” you start off, handing him an ornament to put wherever he likes, “I guess you'll be joining me for the Winter Solstice this year?”

Psshhhhh!

The ornament you gave him shatters on the floor, after he flinched and accidentally dropped it. You look between him and the ornament with speechless concern.

All of the blood in his face looks drained out. “I'm…” He shakes his head and kneels down to pick up the pieces. “I'm sorry. Sorry. I don't… I don’t know what came over me.”

You try to stop him. “Oi, don't-”

“Ah!” He hisses and places a nicked finger into his mouth.

Your brow furrows. “I don't get it. Is the idea of celebrating the Winter Solstice with me or with my family so bad?”

He looks at you frightened, taking his finger out of his mouth. “No! No, not at all. I just…”

“Then why?” you urge him. “Why do you disappear during this time every time?”

“I… I…”

Several reasons roll through your mind before one obvious one presents itself on the front stage. “Oh right, you got a secret lover. Right. Right.”

“It’s not…” He mulls over for a few moments. “It's for your own safety.”

“My safety?” you echo.

He nods, looking at where the shattered pieces lay while he fiddles with his fingers.

You look up then to the side and then back to Rudie. “Listen, I get it. I’m not going to be offended or stop you from meeting your secret lover-”

“I don’t have a secret lover!”

Yeah right. “Then why? What is so important that you end up disappearing during every single Winter Solstice?”

He squeezes his eyes. “You don't… You don't want to know, dear.”

You knock against one of his malformed antlers. “Oi, don't think you can avoid answering by calling me a deer.”

“What's it to you what I do anyway?” he suddenly snaps, making you flinch. “Why do you care? You miss me or something?”

“Yeah! Yeah, of course I do! You're my servant. Of course, I'd miss having you around to, you know, boss around?” you say, trying to lace your response with humor.

He narrows his eyes, then sighs before getting up and heading to the storage cabinets to pick up a broom before returning. “Yeah… sure. Forget it. Just…” He pauses for a moment. “When that eve comes, don't leave the bedroom, okay?”

“Don't leave my room on the Winter Solstice?” you say, pitch getting higher with each word in disbelief. You glance over at your tree. “On Winter Solstice? Gee, wow. I don't even get to see my family this time and you expect me to stay inside a small room so you can be by yourself in the living room? Wow. Never thought I’d see the day you’d be ordering me around, huh.”

“Do you want to live or not?” he asks, exasperated.

“Me being alive rides on me not being able to see you on Winter Solstice?” you shoot back.

“You know what? Forget it,” he shuts you down, sweeping the broken ornament onto a pan. “On Winter Solstice, you'll be in the bedroom and I'll be… Yeah. That’s that.”

You open your mouth to retort, close it, then open it again, before ultimately keeping silent as you go to pick out other ornaments. “Fine. Have it your way,” you mumble under your breath.

-----🐐🦊-----

[Winter Solstice's Eve, Day Time]

“Oh thank you, oh thank you so much, kind sir!”

You smile brightly, “No problem! Rudie, go fetch a heavy blanket for the vi- miss.”

Rudie nods silently with a blank expression before he saunters off. The female fox who happened across your den looks at him curiously as she brushes off the snow from her hair. “Rudie, huh? You've named your food “Rudie”?” she asks you.

You blink. “What!? No? He’s not my food, more like my ser- friend. And his name is actually Rudie. Well, short for Rudolph actually, but I call him Rudie.”

“Oh…” She leans in close to your face, too close for your comfort, and cups her mouth before whispering, “So you keep him around as a pet?”

You back off to distance yourself from the vixen. “He's not-”

Thump.

Rudie returned only to drop the heavy blanket to the floor. You swerve your head before heading over to him to pick the blanket off the floor. You look up, only to find an angry expression on his face. You lean in close to him and whisper through gritted teeth, “What are you doing? Don't drop a blanket meant for a guest on the floor.”

He stares harshly before he seems to snap out of it and leans in closer, whispering back through gritted teeth as well, “And what are you doing, letting her get so friendly when you've just met?”

“Friendly?” Your tail flicks. “What? I can’t even talk to people we’re saving from the storm now? Geez. Well, excuse me for enjoying some company, ‘cause someone here clearly doesn’t.”

He raises his eyebrows, cocking his head. “Oh? You enjoy her company? Well, that's great to hear,” he says, sarcasm drenching his tone. “Why don't you invite her to the bedroom while you're at it, dear?”

Now, you're ticked off. “Oh, what a bloody great idea. Between our bedroom and the living room— which you’ve already taken over— there's nowhere else she can sleep anyway! Genius!”

“Um, excuse me?” the fox cuts in hesitantly, making you both jerk your heads over. “I'm sorry to bother you, but is that blanket meant for me?”

“Yes! Yes it is.” You give Rudie the cold shoulder and wrap the blanket around the fox, patting her shoulders. “There you go! Do you want another one?”

“No, not at all~” she purrs, looking at you bashfully. “But thank you for offering, kind sir.”

You wave it off. “Don't mention it. But would you like a cuppa?”

She giggles behind a hand, her tail sashaying from side-to-side. “I wouldn't mind a spot of tea.”

You can hear Rudie scoff in the background, but you choose to ignore it in favor of setting the kettle on.

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[Night Time]

“Let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any point. I understand this situation might be… precarious, seeing as you're a lady. I would’ve opted to sleep in the living room, but someone-” You mentally remind yourself to stop gritting your teeth so much. “-has already taken over. That being said, just say the word and I’ll be out the door in a blink of an eye.”

The fox settles into your nest, on all fours with her behind faced towards you as she stretches out her back. “Oh~ I don't think I'll be feeling uncomfortable at all with you around,” she says, batting her eyes after she flattens out.

You give her a thumbs up. “Great to hear!” You then tucked yourself underneath your blanket on the other side of the room. “Goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite!”

Satisfied with your hospitality, you close your eyes.

“Uh… Kind sir?”

You sit up. “Yes?”

She's also sitting up, looking at you with confused ears. “What are you doing over there?”

You look at your spot. “What do you mean?”

She points down. “This is your nest, right?

You take a moment before you nod slowly. “Yes…” You ruminate over potential reasons she would ask before something pops up. “Oh! I apologize but Rudie and I don't have a spare nest, seeing as we don't usually have guests so… that's the only nest we have unfortunately. Um…”

“Oh! No no no! I don't mind the nest at all. I was just… simply wondering why you're laying over there?” She brushes a hand over your nest. “This is such a large nest, and there's plenty of space over here, so… I don't mind if you want to lay next to me. It's your nest, after all.”

“Oh, I wouldn't want to impose.” At all.

“It wouldn't be imposing at all~ In fact, it is a bit chilly. A little more… heat wouldn't be so bad~” she insists.

You stare and then it finally registers. You get up on your feet and head over to her. “My apologies. I don't have any more blankets-”

Because that damn deer took all of them.

You offer your remaining blanket. “-but you can have this one, if you don't mind my scent.”

She tentatively reaches out and brings the bottom of your blanket to bottom half of her face, audibly sniffing it and purrs, “Your scent is delightfully yummy~”

Your tail flicks with appreciation. “Why, thank you!”

“Yes… but it’s strange.”

“Come again?” 

“This is your nest and yet it doesn't smell like you at all.”

Wow, she’s asking a lot of questions. Ugh, I wanna sleep. “Oh, that's because Rudie and I replaced the sheets with new ones.”

“Oh…” She looks away, biting her lip, and then looks back at you. “You… You said he's not food…”

“He- You mean, Rudie? Yeah, he's not my food. He's my friend.”

She tilts her head. “What is he to you? Truly?”

“My best friend?” you offer, confused when you've already answered the first time.

Her eyes narrow. “You…” Then they relax as a grin settles on her lips. “Hmm~ Could you do me a favor?”

What now? “Uh, sure? What do you need?”

“Can you… you get a little closer?” she asks, holding out her hand.

Curious, you get closer. Now within reach, she suddenly grips your hand and flips you under her, much to your shock. She licks her lips, and traces the side of your jaw. “You don't seem to be getting the hint, so let me be blunt…”

Only then, do you smell a very fragrant, flowery aroma wafting about the air.

You stutter, “Oi oi oi, are you-”

“In heat?” she moans, sitting on top of you. “Yeah~? About time, you figured it out~”

Oh heck no.

Apologising to her mentally, you immediately grab her by her sides and shove her off. You scramble off your nest and exit the bedroom, shutting the door before her claws can catch your tail.

“Come baaaaack! Come baaaaack!” she sobs behind the door, scratching the wood. “I need it! I NEED IT! I NEED YOUR KN-”

“NO, YOU DON'T!” you screech back, blushing madly. You do your best to hold the door as she tries to pull it back open.

Despite how tantalizing her aroma is, even if you had stayed for some reason, it does nothing for you. It would be a shame— not to mention, embarrassing— for both parties if she… well, tried. 

The longer you hold the door, the more energy becomes directed towards your hands and away from the lower extremities, forcing you to end up sitting on the floor while keeping your hands tightly gripping around the doorknob. All the while, the vixen continues to sob and moan for you.

And then you feel it.

A sharp ping! in your instincts. All of your hair raises up as goosebumps form along your skin and something icey races through your veins. You slowly turn your head to the side and look into the darkness of the living room, finding two white dots next to each in the middle of it.

“R-rudie?” you call out nervously. “Rudie… I’m sorry but, uh… we have a situation? I can’t be in there with our guest!” 

Rudie says nothing.

Maybe he’s asleep. I'm… I'm just seeing things, right? you tell yourself, until you see the white dots move as your eyesight adjusts.

You start to see a form. There are horns sticking upwards, like a bull but more curly, through a red cloak, edged with a white furry lining. It heads over to you slowly, crawling on all fours.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

You can't see their hind legs underneath the oversized cloak but it looks hunched over, with long, spindly fingers and untrimmed nails in the front. Fear grips you by the throat, stealing all strength from your body and especially your ears, now unable to pick up the sounds of the vixen's wails against the blood pumping through your ears.  The creature stops near you, not enough for you to be able to see its face underneath the hood, but enough to make you want to get back into the bedroom. 

Your breath shudders as you try to take deep breaths, feeling lightheaded.

“PLEAAAAASE!” wails the vixen, cutting in through the silence sharply.

It suddenly tilts its head, so quickly it almost looks like it snapped itself, making you jolt. “Nauuuughttyyy, naaaughttttyyy,” it drawls, sounding like a thousand voices trapped in one being.

You shake your head stiffly, as if trying to convince yourself that what you’re looking at isn’t real.

The creature seems to shift its head towards the door, based on the direction of the horns. For a moment, all is silent except for the vixen still pounding at the door. “Naaaaaaughhtttyyyy,” it rumbles.

It reaches out with its bony hand towards the door much to your horror, and then through the door much to your confusion. You hear the vixen gasp.

CRACK!

The creature’s hand slowly retreats back to the floor to hold up its body. You don't feel any resistance on the door, causing you to look between the creature and the door with utmost dismay. “W-what did you do?”

The creature stays silent.

“What. Did. You. Do?” You repeat, voice becoming shrill with each word. Your hands are unable to let go of the doorknob, almost as if afraid the door will fall open and you'll find… you don't want to know.

The creature continues to stay silent, as if watching you and debating its next move.

“R-rudie?” you begin to call out into the darkness behind the creature. “Rudie? Are you there? Wake up. Please wake up now!”

Rudie doesn't answer back.

Where is he? Don't tell me this… this creature… No! No, it couldn't- I didn't hear- Rudie can't be-

You hear a rumbling sound from the creature, shutting you up. It reaches out to you with both of its bony spindly hands, making you finally let go of the doorknob and crawl backwards in fright. 

“Rudie!” you begin to wail, tears pooling in your eyes. “WAKE UP! RUDIE! Rudie! RUDIE! WAKE UP! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”

Unfortunately, you're not fast enough before it crawls towards you and wraps its arms around you, pulling you forward into the crushing embrace of the dark opening of its cloak.

All went dark.

.

The end.

.

My dear, my dear, won’t you help this poor soul out?

But mark my words, there's no need to shout,

It's time for joy, and that's why I am here.

For it’s the naughty ones that have much to fear…

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Your eyes groggily open, waking up to the smell of musk and leaves and the feeling of the weight of a heavy boulder draped over your body. You shift your head and find a familiar set of malformed antlers sleeping on your chest.

Your eyes immediately widen. “Rudie!?” you screech.

Your shrill voice wakes him up. He smacks his mouth as he lifts his head and looks at you sleepily. “Hnh?”

The events of… last night?- Yesterday?- Earlier?- flows into your head and you immediately grab him by his malformed antlers, eliciting a blush-inducing sound from him. You ignore it in favor of exclaiming, “What are you doing here? I thought you'd be- I thought you were-”

He makes a strangely familiar rumbling sound as he gazes at you, before he gently pecks you on the lips and settles back down on your chest.

Wide-eyed, your mouth hangs open as your cheeks heat up to a thousand degrees. “Wha? Wha-”

“Nngh… Love you too. Now, go back to sleep… It’s Winter Solstice…” he says, shifting his body a bit so that he can nuzzle your neck. “Let’s just sleep some more, okay dear? We can talk about it later.”

“Don’t…” Oh, why bother? “But what about our guest? How did-”

 “Ugh, like I said. Don’t worry about it. Sleep.”

“But-”

“Fine… You wanna talk now?” Rudie gets up on his hands and knees over you as you lay on the couch, gazing at you silently as he licks his lips. “Then let’s talk, dear.”

You gulp, feeling the air become thicker and warmer as the heavy aroma of musk and leaves wafts about.

@mel-vaz

[ishtates]

Ok bored anatomy / body headcanons for the neighbors:

Xezbet ( 5'7 ): he has no bones ( besides teeth ), organs, or muscles, just blood, darkness, and souls are in there. He's essentially a walking bag of blood and evil. The stitches on his head keep the evil and souls inside, that's where he gets his powers from. He's surprisingly durable, actually

Drugia ( 4'11 - 6'0 ): her hands can actually snake out, meaning she, in a way, has arms on her head, too. The nubs on her arms actually act more as receptors to detect emotions and dreams. Whatever aura, smell, and feel she has depends on the person: if she's there with malicious intent, she'll have a texture they dislike incredibly, a smell they hate, and an atmosphere they hate / be intimidating. She's a cosmic being and is made of light, so no real bones, organs, etc with her.

Barbatos ( 8'5 ): essentially an incredibly strong, mutant like creature. His arms, legs, back, and head are covered in incredibly durable thorns, he smells of durians, and can unhinge his jaw INCREDIBLY wide, but can never fully close his mouth. He has these sort of teeth on his tongues much like birds and it can dart out like a frogs. He is like damn near indestructible and can eat nearly anything.

Exael ( 5'4 ): opposite to his brother: frail, soft, and short . He NEEDS tight clothes to hold him together and protect him, thank god for his psychic powers or he'd be a dead motherfucker. His organs are similar to that of humans but he rarely requires sustenance

Abdicus ( 6'2 due to mutilation ): jenga tower. Also needs to be held together. Without the collars, restraints, and bandages he would walk around like a string puppet or rag doll. The human DDD had stretched out his back, limbs, tongue, and well eyelids so that's fun to play with, however he has no sense of smell and is completely blind.

Lilith ( 5'1. Barely ): small. She's has mostly human anatomy besides the pointy ears, fangs, and pointed feet. Her eyes were purple before. Y'know. But her blindfold is essentially prosthetic eyes, they react like eyes and her POV stays on that blindfold.

Anazereth ( 10'1 ): fish tail, no feet, and snake like eyes. She is tall, muscular, and her organs are able to work underwater and on land, she's able to withstand insane amounts of water pressure. The horn on her forehead is actually a sword, she can grab it and pull out the sword in her head. She omits pink holy light when in dark places and her sword is unbreakable, how such a long sword fits inside of her we will never know. She can easily break bones with just her teeth.

Chaugnar ( 7'10 ): elephant head, humanoid body. Their skin follows the same color and texture, their fingers follow the same texture and material as their feet ( hooves??????? ). Basically a human / elephant hybrid of sorts. They do not require any sustenance, eating and drinking is merely a hobby. Their eyesight is FANTASTIC though, nothing gets past them.

Nyogtha ( 4'9 ): jenga 2. They're better at holding themself together with just their stitches and they don't experince pain when detatched. Of course they'll be hurt if you stab them or whatever but not severly. As much as they try their best, they'll always sorta smell at least like dirt, at worst like. A corpse obv. Though because of being a Frankenstein, they don't need to eat and drink and they rarely ever do as a hobby

Zoth ( 11'3 ): the bottom half we don't see are 6 tentacles that are still the same skin color and still the same texture, gross !! They always smell of blood and there's a horrible wet noise ( and dragging of chains ) as they move around. A mixture of Xezbet and Barbatos: bag of blood but pretty much indestructible. Without the chains, they would be deformed like a fucked up octopus

Shub ( 8'0. 16'0 in length as snake ): has the ability to go between legs to half " human " half snake. He's a beefy fat guy with snakes that he himself can control, covering his mouth won't shut him up as he has plenty more on his head. He's a glutton and requires food, but not water. He also physically can never go blind

Yog ( 6'0 ): normal ass vampire with a few differences; in his bat form he can talk perfectly fine, he has no allergies to garlic and only requires sunscreen if he will be exposed to sunlight for more than around half an hour. He doesn't need to eat but does need to drink, blood specifically, doesn't have to br human but that's what he prefers. His emergency vampirisms are him needing to drink or he'll die

Quachil ( 5'5 default, can change size ): dark matter and zero from Kirby. They can fuse their eyeballs together, they can make that creepy smily face that Zero2 does, and they can shoot their eyeballs out. Their halo changes color based on how much pain they're in. They can't speak words outside of telepathy but they can make ambient sounds and screeching. To open their mouth they literally open their face with y'know. Causes blood to pour out, but it never hurts them. Their wings are just shields and are very steel and thin. They have talons for legs and are basically immortal

Yan Luo ( 24'7 on default ): going from his waist all to his feet, there is a black gradient that essentially envelopes his legs, they bend backwards and he's incredibly flexible despite the old man pains™, this does indeed mean he runs FAST and jumps HIGH. He can talk out of the mouths on his cheeks and can open his mouth 180. He can change his height minimum 6' maximum 25' and he has sharp, long retractable claws that can slice through almost anything. He can eat through the mouths on his chest. He doesn't need to eat, drink, nor breathe, and can only be killed by another who is equal or higher in power

Orcus ( 6'0, suit and mask elevate him to 6'2 ): a deformed humanoid. Wrinkly and frail, but incredibly fast and agile. He has no sense of smell, bordering on poor hearing, and requires very little food and water, he only wears a suit due to his weak body and simply being disgusted when he sees himself. If he dies he just respawns. Forever

And ever

Ishtar ( 7'1 due to mutation ): Jenga 3. She doesn't rot nor decay but GOD is she brittle. She's more of a mutant than a zombie, so while she seems to have good muscle mass, she's actually really soft. Squeezing her arm too much can break the bone immediately and painfully. She's a fast and sort of strong zombie but you could without a doubt win a fist fight against her. Her skin is also icey as hell, it causes her to lack a smell and sweat; this is bad; outside smells attach to her VERY easily, often coming home smelling like smoke, ash, or blood ( or plants due to her apartment ), and since she can't produce sweat and she's cold, the heat is HORRIBLE for her. Her mouth was stretched during mutation, you can tell what her mouth is supposed to look like and what parts of stretched based on thr red markings. She's slightly wrinkly in areas like her fingers and her skin breaks easily

Teutates ( 8'9 ): icey like Ishtar, but she's tough like a statue compared to her. Electricity is the reason why she's alive and why her life sucks, she can only really smell the burning of electricity through her body and should only eat with plastic or wooden utensils unless she's perfectly calm or happy. She's got super strength but she can't control it. Too much stimulating or overwhelming her can trigger the electricity to varying degrees, and it often brings her lots of pain. Due to all the pain and energy, she's often really tired

Ah Puch ( 5'10 ): basically a normal human without a face and part of his neck and collarbone, being replaced by a black void. The mouth of his mask expresses and moves according to what he's saying and feeling and to eat, he stretches the bars of his mask and tosses food in, getting it lost in the void. He has what I like to call a ghost tongue and ghost brain: it's not there but it functions like it is

Dagda ( no real height ): needs clothing or restraints or else they'll just be a cloud of shadows with a face, the seams serve so that their mouth also doesn't fuck off in random directions. Otherwise they're literally just a mist of darkness, no insides organs skin nothin

Izanami ( 5'8.5 ): not much to say actually; saggy but flexible, though very slow and quite heavy. Needs to eat and drink like a human but is immortal. She just dies and respawns

[ashersbraincell]

The Roblox pressure fandom has me in a chokehold, so I have succumb to the urge to make an experiment fishe oc except I cannot draw so you’ll have to use your imagination here(while also probably looking up pictures of the species I list😅). The amount of time I have spent looking up aquatic species is outstanding, but here goes!

Fair warning, I consider myself rather cringey at making ocs so, yes, if it is so obviously a cringey self insert I am aware of that

Name: Z-19, codename “Dragonfly”

Nicknames: Shrimp, Firefly, Spark, Nemo

Main story: Used to be really good at swimming as a kid and were talking to their coach about possibly getting their dream of becoming a mermaid/professional swimmer, while also being like a superhero if they came with and so being a stupid kid they agreed. They were kidnapped and experimented on in order to make them optimum for exploring. They made it seem „cool” and tried their past to reduce pain as much as possible, and so by the time they finished their training sometime around the age of like 20 they basically had Stockholm syndrome and moreso gratitude towards Urbanshade than anything. They only begin to open their eyes to how much childhood was taken from them after they meet Sebastian and decide to become a shop assistant and aid in his plan for escape and getting revenge.

DNA donor species:

REDACTED-gives tentacles sharp edges that can be used for self-defense or otherwise harm. Also makes them generally resistant to radioactivity, aiding them when exploring more radioactive sites

Clownfish-mainly influences colour(making what would be otherwise blue parts orange with red hues), allows to be omnivorous despite preference for meat, occasional popping+clicking noises in communication

Humbolt squid-entire body flashes red when threatened or flustered

Firefly squid- glow in the dark specs all over body, used for light navigation

Blue glaucus-main external physical feature structure determinent, ear fins as well as additional fins on both legs and arms resemble these but in orange colour(see “Clownfish”), as well as small, stubby black horns on the forehead. Behaviouristic characteristics include curling into a ball as a protective mechanism as well as a suspected tendency to float carelessly on their back when on the water’s surface, though this cannot be confirmed as this was a habit even before DNA transplant

Sea Anemone-allows for retraction and lengthening of tentacles

Generally: genderfluid because of many donor species being flexible in sex, high preference for meat due to majority carnivorous donor species, can exist in any temperature water(for exploratory purposes), short fluffy ginger hair remains suprisingly intact, skin is largely, but not completely, covered in orange scales, eyes are entirerly black in colour including the sclera, teeth are noticably sharp due to various donors. Note: tentacles come from the back of the subject for ease of movement, they have retained their limbs even if having fins on them. Said tentacles are also black in colour, like the little nub horns

Silly little fun fact section(because I might add random trivia here as I come up with it):

•They don’t exactly remember why they do it(having long forgotten their parents because they were kidnapped at the age of like 5, 6 tops) but because they used to lightly guilt trip their mom into not smoking as a kid they now do so to Sebastian once they get to know each other more and there’s yk, an actual bond and trust(albeit most likely unsuccessfully). Before a bond was built they probably just silently judged him for it and perhaps occasionally held their breath/coughed

•The code name “Dragonfly” comes from the combination of both the firefly squid and the Blue glaucus, which has the more common name Blue Dragon!

•I imagine, since they’re immune to eyefestation’s radioactivity, this would lead to a rather humorous interaction when they’re avoiding looking at the shark but eventually get annoyed with the insistent pleading and just snap back at it and stare it down, much to eyefestation’s suprise(because, yk, they’re not used to people staring them down bc it usually kills them?). Tbh I imagine Eyefestation would he so taken off-guard by this that it would swim away, confused and flabbergasted, the poor puppy shark 😭

•even if they wanted to, they could not ever really befriend the squiddles considering how they automatically produce light from their bioluminescencent spots in darkness

•the Firefly squid wasn’t considered in their initial DNA plan, it had only been included as a „bandaid fix” after Urbanshade realised that they tended to get claustrophobic in dark unlit places, not wanting to spend extra resources on providing them with light equipment

•game-role wise, I’m pretty terrible at fitting characters in-universe well so excuse any cringey mary-sueness. They would play a role very similar to Painter, as in being allied with Sebastian to thwart Expendables in making it to the Crystal, but they would be more deceitful than Painter in their intentions. They would act almost as a guide, occasionally helping, doing stuff like helping Expendables out of a dark room if they stay there long enough. Their biggest role would be in replacing the second appearance of search-lights as the main threat at the end of the game. Twist-villain basically. Not quite sure what their gameplay mechanic would be(obviously they would kill with their tentacles but I’m not sure what you would do to avoid it. All I know is that, like painter, they would have some voice lines when they kill you, probably things like „sorry”, „it had to be done” , „we can’t let it happen”, „*shaky sigh*”, „forgive me”, etc.

•they can both easily feign niceness, maybe even genuinely having a little bit of fun helping out the expendables, and are genuinely silly and affectionate with Sebastian and some other entities(room for expansion, haven’t considered it yet). They, however, HEAVILY dissociate to a mostly robot-sort of carrying out orders state when killing, mostly as a result of their past combat conditioning by Urbanshade

•Originally, their primary objective was to kill Sebastian. Obtaining the crystal was also in their mission but it wasn’t their main goal. But [plot] , [character development] and essentially Sebastian opened up their eyes to how much their childhood was robbed from them, and wanting revenge they, at first reluctantly(because of how much of a prick he can be, be fr) joined forces with sebastian in his mission of blackmailing urbanshade yada yada, only gradually over time forming a genuine connection

•Aside from „helping” Expendables+Their role at the end of the game, they mostly do drop-offs at the beginning of the game, occasionally bring some items with them to sell to Expendables in a pinch(for example, if they get stuck in a Turret room with a keycard, theres a chance for them to show up with a Code-Breaker, that kinda thing. Running low on health? Might bring a med-kit. Basically extending Sebastian’s data-gathering business by taking advantage of situations where expendables might desperately need certain items, under the guise of being helpful. Occasionally, they will also attempt to sell “pretty trinkets” they find around the Blacksite/the nearby perimeter of it; they’re not worth anything and don’t do anything either. But they’re pretty cheap and mostly just a little hobby of theirs. They also, as mentioned before with their role at the end of the day, essentially do Sebastian’s „dirty work”, which includes picking apart the bodies for items to recycle into the shop business etc. This is mostly to utilise their ability to dissociate somewhat well when performing horrific actions in contrast to sebastian who(despite probably not wanting to admit it) wants to preserve his humanity atleast somewhat(I headcanon he can sometimes flip out and rampage on people but is freaked out by the aftermath :<) TLDR: Sebastian’s little henchman/sidekick, whatever u wanna call it

•The Imaginary Friend gets voicelines like „don’t trust them” when around them, so they’re not very fond of the imaginary friend. Besides, they find them pretty freaky and creepy

•they are likely somewhat friendly rivals with Painter, both secretly trying to outdo one another to impress sebastian(hence why they like to offer code breachers in the turret rooms to make Painter’s work pointless >:3)

•when you climb on sebastian and you can see the little area post the railing above the desks, that’s where their little living area would be.

(I’m probably bigging myself up big-time saying this but if anyone feels inclined to draw this silly enby feel free, just pls don’t claim the character idea as your own :< I’d greatly appreciate being tagged or otherwise notified too!)

…I can’t believe I just made a fishsona

[sonicasura]

You can blame the anime Ushio and Tora for this idea.

Trollhunters but every time Jim uses the amulet, he slowly becomes a troll.

Let me explain. In the show Ushio and Tora, there's an weapon called the Beast Spear. A magical item that grants the wielder the power to slay evil spirits. Though there is a cost as the wielder will eventually become a beast, specifically Tora's species: Azafuse for 2015 reboot or Bakaneko in the original series.

Amulet of Daylight had always been made for Trollkind but it never gotten a human holder before. Well, at least until it chosen a certain Jim Lake Jr. Knowing who made the amulet and Merlin's skewed viewpoint about how things should be handled... I won't be surprised if he added such a function.

Now it starts as a slow process that wouldn't be noticable at first. His skin begins to feel dry, grows a bit hairier, teeth looking a bit sharp. Subtle changes as the deeper the transformation, the harder it is to reverse it. Next an odd coloration to his skin akin to bruising in some spots alongside minor headaches and toothaches.

The signs something is wrong will become noticeable to Jim when he finds dry blood on his pillow from the small horn nubs and some teeth fall out to be replaced with troll tusks later. His skin drying out until it flakes off to reveal soft clay skin like a scorpion molting. Further changes are more painful though mainly cause it involves his insides.

Jim's skin hardening to stone, his ring finger merging with the middle, horn growth, and two toes on both feet merge together aren't gonna be as painful as this. If I were to describe the pain, I say it's like being molded, stretched then dried in fire similar to clay. Albeit the clay is human bones and organs.

Things only get worse as certain items such as the Gritshaka, Gravesand and the Triumbric Stones accelerates the process. Yup! Jim's Eclipse armor practically triples the transformation speed but also set his new troll species: Gumm-Gumm. Specifically one just like Gunmar albeit more like an opposite. If the Gumm Gumm King is Yin, then Jim shall be his Yang.

He purifies those converted by Gunmar, undo Creeper's Sun poison and potentially so much more. A living manifestation of what a Heartstone is meant to do than Jim's twisted opposite. To heal instead of rot.

Jim's transformation would fully be completed during his stay in the Darklands as Gunmar's Decimaar Blade will speed up the process as well. He got his wish in a way. Jim replaced his son species wise but he will never control the Trollhunter.

Reunions for Team Trollhunters and the Lake Family is gonna be very awkward. Everyone, especially Jim, needs a shit ton of hugs. Someone needs to let Barbara whale on Merlin with a broom.

I just realized an Ushio and Tora AU would definitely fit with Draal as Tora while Jim takes Ushio's role. Although Jimbo will need a curse item like a prototype or twisted amulet replica and accidentally turns Draal into a Demon Troll using it. It takes place at least a year before Trollhunters canon mainly for shenanigans. Kanijar completely unaware of his son getting into trouble and then finding out in the most insane way sounds hilarious to me.

Bular fits too as Tora was quite antagonistic at the beginning. He also ate humans until he was imprisoned. Bular had been kidnapped by humans before in canon so it would be plausible to have him sealed up in someone's basement by an object like a long sword.

That's my opinion anyway.

Edit: You guys can also have a shot at this! I crave chaos and I love to see what people can come up with.

[nilesdaughter]

You Great Unfinished Symphony

Fandom: Critical Role Characters: Percy De Rolo, Vex'ahlia, Gwendolyn De Rolo, Pike Trickfoot Pairing: Perc'ahlia Word Count: 781 Note: This... is not my usual style, and I am both excited and nervous to be sharing this for @percahliaweek.

[Also found on A03.]

X-X-X-X-X

“Oh.”

It’s such a soft sound, he almost misses it.

Percival looks to Vex’ahlia, his gaze searching, questioning. “Is something wrong, dear?”

“I… believe we need to call the midwife, darling,” she says in a breathless tone, her dark eyes flicking up to meet his blue ones.

He stands with such celerity that his chair nearly topples to the floor behind him. “Pike, as well?” he asks.

“Yes, Pike, as well.”

The master suite of Whitestone Castle becomes a flurry of activity as Lady De Rolo is carefully transferred from the study to the bedroom and helped out of her tea gown. She is then arranged in the bed, towels and hot water prepared for the delivery. Lord De Rolo is at her side the whole while, murmuring affections and running his fingers through her hair as they wait for the contractions to begin in earnest. If nothing else, this is their fourth time in this particular situation and they like to think that they are used to it; Percy knows that Vex finds comfort in holding his hand, Vex knows the best position to lay in so that her contractions do not hurt quite as much. Pike, bless her, acts as the midwife’s assistant, just as she has for all the other births, monitoring her dear friend and passing over fresh towels as needed, reheating the water when it begins to cool.

This one takes longer, despite coming after four other children. (Four perfect children that Percy and Vex marvel over every single day.) It lasts throughout the night, the stars and the moons bearing witness to the new addition to the De Rolo family.

As the sun crests over the Alabaster Sierras, Vex lets out the loudest cry she’s released during the entire process, her hand squeezing tight around her husband’s, seeking solace in his touch. (If he feels as if she might just tear off his hand, he has the sense to not say a word about it.)

In the next breath, the new baby wails.

The midwife quickly passes the child (“A girl, my lady!”) over to Pike so that the gnomish cleric can clean her up. Percy notices, vaguely, that the child seems unusually red, but his attention returns to Vex as she gives his hand another–softer–squeeze.

“I believe that means we outnumber you, darling,” she says, amusement and mischief twinkling in her eyes even as exhaustion pulls at the rest of her features.

He laughs, kisses her knuckles. “I believe it does, dear heart.”

When Pike returns to the bed with their new daughter, washed and swaddled, it becomes much more apparent why he had seen so much red. Poking out of the dark curls on her head (she’ll certainly be taking after her mother, then, in that regard) are four tiny horn nubs.

Percy feels a wave of guilt wash over him, because he knows, he knows these are the ramifications for decisions he made nearly two decades ago.

Vex, however, does not react negatively to the revelation that she has given birth to a tiefling. She simply accepts the baby into her arms, cooing at her just as she has for all the others, whispering soft words about how she’s perfect and loved and welcome to the world, darling.

“This would explain why I seemed to be running a fever so often,” Vex then comments idly, as casual as if she were relaying her observations from a walk in the Parchwood.

That startles a laugh out of Percy and her warmth, her acceptance, keeps him from spiraling too far down. “I suppose it does.”

“You should hold her, too, darling,” she says, already lifting the bundle up to him.

He reaches down, moving in to cradle her in his arms, pulling her close to his chest. She is unexpected but she is theirs, a testament to the city–the lives–they have built together. She is so warm and small and he never wants to let her go. She begins fussing and, with practiced ease, he slowly walks circles around the bedroom, rocking her, making little shh, shh, shh noises. As he does so, he pauses at the window and looks down into the courtyard, watching as the last bit of scaffolding is finally taken down from around the clock tower, which had been finished but a week ago. (Well, ‘finished’ is a subjective word; he already has plans for adjustments and additions, small ways he can improve upon the parts of the tower that had been completed years prior.) With his new daughter in his arms and his Heart completed, he finds he continues ever-onward to a brighter, happier future.

[vosh-rakh]

madstone: prologue

author’s note: the style here is a bit different from what i usually write. i’m experimenting! anyways, i’ll give this a better title than “chapter 1″ once i think of one. i foresee expanding this into something bigger! let me know if you like this new character, kassur. i have.......vague plans for him. also i know this is short, but, anyways, here we go:

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The scrib sauntered up to the bed, and its master’s hanging hand. It opened its mouth wide, and - CHOMP. 

Kassur woke, but he was paralyzed temporarily even by the playful bite. Once his muscles were his to command, he groaned and ripped his hand away before his pet could nibble again. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before fixing them on the scrib. The creature spun a slow circle and then clambered up the side of the bed, resting its chitinous head on Kassur’s lap. 

Kassur smiled, scratched behind its horns, and said, “One of these days, you’re going to be scrib jerky.” He’d never named the critter, which he’d found wandering the Grazelands months ago and taken a liking to. He’d wanted to wait until he learned enough Dunmeris to give it a meaningful name, but maybe he’d just name it “Jerky.”

He raised his arms to stretch them and his back. He still wasn’t used to how soft a real bed was - he was more accustomed to sleeping in a bedroll on the floor. He almost resented the scrib for waking him so early. But it was a good thing - he had lessons to attend. 

Kassur shooed Jerky off the bed and stood. He lit the fire in the center of the yurt with a quick spell. It often wasn’t until he did this that he remembered precisely where he was. He’d stolen this yurt, disassembled, from the Ahemmusa camp before he left in the middle of the night, sneaking away right under the night sentinels’ noses. It took several trips to carry everything, and he still had to find some of his own materials (mostly to patch up holes in the rarely-used guarskin canvas), but it was worth it to start out fresh with a sheltered place to sleep. 

Kassur’s stomach rumbled. He reached into the sack of ashyams by the bed - no luck, all empty. Damn. He’d taken that sack when it was taut full with them. He couldn’t risk going back; even though they’d abandoned the old camp north of Vos, they’d no doubt have people coming by periodically to make sure the supplies they left behind were unmolested. They’d have his hands for sure if he was caught. 

Kassur sighed and opened his basket of wickwheat flatbreads and threw one on the grill over the fire. He also dropped a trama nub into the pot of water he’d gathered last night and hung it over the flames. 

Kassur sat on the floor of the yurt and soaked in the heat. He leaned his head back on the bed and started to doze…

He snatched his hand away before Jerky could bite it again. He quickly grabbed the hot flatbread from the grill before it burned, but the grill marks were very dark. He sighed and poured himself a cup of over-steeped trama tea as he took a bite of the bland bread. He took a sip and relished the warmth and lifting feeling of the drink, seeming to elevate his mind and wake him up. 

Once he finished eating and drinking, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. It was a terribly itchy garment, of House mer make, and he hated wearing it. But he needed to make an effort to blend in, and what he’d rather wear would make him stand out more than he already does. 

Kassur glanced at the shoes in the corner. He shook his head and walked out of the yurt without them. The soft Grazelands earth was soft beneath his bare feet. 

Kassur had set up his yurt very close to Vos, just around a small hill. He could look northwest and see Tel Vos towering in the distance. He spat in its direction and made for Vos.

Vos was a tangle of squat adobe buildings and giant fungal roots. It reminded Kassur of a trama shrub deprived of its thorns. 

The thorns are the people, Kassur thought cynically. But he cleared his mind of the idea as he stepped through the gate, a ring of fungal mass attached to the rest of the tendrils. There was a saccharine kind of pleasantness the House mer put on constantly, and he tried to emulate it. It seemed pointless to him, to wear a disguise like that. But he needed to get used to their ways. He was stuck with them, now. 

He tried to cheer himself up by pretending he was Mephala wearing one of her many masks. That made sense to him; keep a hand behind your back when near your enemies. But these House mer didn’t even worship Mephala, so he didn’t understand where they got it from. 

Kassur approached the Chapel’s doors and hesitated, as he always did. Was he really ready for such a leap? To abandon his ancestors and throw in his lot with the three impostors?

He shook his head pointedly, although no one saw him. He didn’t have to make that decision yet; he was just learning Dunmeris right now. He opened the door and strode in confidently. 

Yakin Bael was sitting across the room, holding a small prayerbook in one hand and studying it. At Kassur’s entrance he looked up past his small spectacles. 

(Spectacles. What a strange invention of the House mer and outlanders! Magic could just as easily repair poor eyesight. Why rely on thin circles of glass to do the same, such easily shattered things?)

Yakin was an old mer - almost preternaturally so, given that he was probably Telvanni. Despite this, his hair was dark reddish-brown, with scarcely a gray hair in sight. His longevity, he would say, was owed not to any magical prolonging, but to simple good health. Kassur knew, however, that he was a master of the art of Restoration, and was likely lying.

“Welcome, Kassur,” Yakin said, in Dunmeris, putting down his prayerbook. “Shall we get straight to your lessons?”

Kassur knew enough Dunmeris to be slightly dangerous. So long as someone spoke slowly - as Yakin did by his very nature - he could make out the gist of what they were saying. He struggled, however, with producing some of the strange sounds the language relied on. He was also being taught to read and write, and while he could almost reliably do the former, his hand shook too much for the latter; he could never get the grip on the pen or brush right.

Thankfully, Yakin was not only a patient teacher, but a native speaker of Velothi, too. This helped immensely to help translate certain nigh-untranslatable things, as well as in giving Kassur an out when he was too tired to speak Dunmeris. 

As he was now. He needed to save his energy for later today. “Can we keep this lesson short, kena?” Kassur asked in Velothi. “I am expected in…Mushroom Forest later today.”

“Sadrith Mora,” Yakin corrected, still speaking Dunmeris. “And yes, that is amenable.” He gestured towards one of the walls, upon which was a mural of the three impostors. 

“Azura’s starry tits,” whispered Kassur before raising his voice to reply, “Not there.”

Apparently Yakin heard the expletive. “You should say something like, ‘Seht’s shiny beard’ instead. Or even ‘b’Vehk.’” He seemed to blush as he caught himself. “But I shouldn’t be encouraging you to say profanities.”

“Sorry, kena,” said Kassur, emphasizing by speaking polite Dunmeris. “Can we study over there, please?” He pointed at the wall of the chapel with the mural of Veloth leading his people to Morrowind.

Yakin nodded, the two sat next to the mural, and began their lesson.

[kasarian]

HAIII this is for the oc ask game !!! Hmmm how bout Akku and Hiraya with Know, Self Care, Social circle, Fate and Meet strange ? :3 you can do any of these ! No pressure <3

HEWWOO!! Thank u for giving an excuse for me to ramble ~w~

[ Ask Game here! ]

Answers for Know:

Akku just goes with the flow of most things, but is rather assertive of his boundaries. If he is uncomfortable, he will say so immediately; Similarly, if he is enjoying his time, he'll make that just as clear. So, I'd like to think, yes, in a way that he goes with his gut rather than not! But y'know, nuance! He does try to sneak away at times he's uncomfortable, when he knows that he won't like the idea of doing a certain thing. Definitely had a lot of time to think about things he did not like. This isn't to say that he isn't willing to try new things though!

Hiraya definitely is an introspective fella, he's huge, towering most people in the village bar his fellow dragonics (...with the exception of Akku, but that's because he likes being small); and rather quiet. He's the type to keep to himself most of the time, but can be ever so emotive around those he's close with... That being said! Hiraya knows himself, but has trouble with getting a read on others, so he doesn't bother and does what he wants. He knows what he wants, but isn't vocal about it all the time. One really can't say what's on his mind. But observe him and his boyfriend a little closer, maybe you'll be able to!

Answers for Self Care:

Akku likes to indulge in a lot of rest and downtime if he does a lot of physical activity, or magical-power related training. If the thing is draining despite it being fun? You can find him the next day snoozing away, should he have not much responsibilities to do. If it's something of a social battery running out, you can also find him really glued to Hira's side, in his usual humanoid, fox-featured form, or a form that resembles a fluffy noodle curled along the man's broad shoulders.

Hira, however, is one that needs to be physically dragged (by Mela), sweetly convinced (by Akku), or have a plate of food visibly put in front of him (usually by Orbit, or even Alon) in order to take a break. See, he often takes up the heavy physical jobs in the village, and other than this, he also goes along with Akku and Mela with combat training. And then, he often forgets to take care of himself by the end of the day! Akku and Mela are ones who drag him along back to rest and recharge. (Orbit used to do this, but his peers have long since caught on.) So, it's not that he doesn't want to, he just,,, needs a reminder to!

Answers for Social Circle:

The Starkeep Sanctum is a small, mostly 'unknown' village, and the residents do not usually have children running about; But the times they do, the whole village helps raise them, like a community should! There have been children in the Sanctum, but the ones that don't live here permanently, so it's always been Akku, Hira, and Mela. But they eventually meet people along the way, of the story. Akku and Hiraya remain boyfriends all-throughout, Mela is aroace, they eventually have some weird but nice friend groups of their own. Can't elaborate on that now, but yeah!

Answer for Meet Strange: (I am going to try and not make this any longer) (lying)

This goes for Hira and Mela, in a way; I think that the most memorable way the two met Akku... it was when Mela (around age 12 at the time) was called to the riverbank by the outskirts of the Sanctum, and instructed to assist Orbit by bringing needed items to tend to an injured boy. He was humanoid, but with visible draconic details, such as nubs on his head (presumably horns), fluffy, canine-like ears, as well as scales on his skin and a thick(relatively) scaly tail with tufts of fur lining it until the very fluffy tip. Hiraya, 9 at the time, didn't come along, but when he saw a swaddled figure being rushed into the house, along with Mela trailing behind, her brows knit and was frowning, it made him worried, too. He peeked in one of the spare bedrooms to find Orbit neatly tucking in the now-visible kid on the bed. The two children are asked to stay by the injured boy's side as Orbit goes to prepare more supplies and they tend to the boy the whole afternoon. The next day, the boy quickly recovers, and Hira is the one to witness it. Hira reading a book out loud, on the topic of magic relating to the sea, and the boy wakes and listen silently until he mischievously decides to conjure a tiny shark, slowly making its way until it gently chomps on Hira's cheek. Hira startles and it alerts both Orbit and Mela, who were coming in with breakfast. The boy is giggling while Hira stares in fascination as the tiny shark zips around his head. Mela blinks owlishly as her dad has his brows raised. Eventually, everyone gets over the initial shock, and the boy introduces himself as Akku once Orbit asks. Akku very simply explains that he woke up to familiar terms being spoken aloud and decided to let the other person know that he knows that information too!

(After that, they do get into the deeper stuff, with Akku realizing that he's far, far from home, and that he misses his parents, and then a lot of emotions come flowing out and the kids and Orbit try their best to comfort the poor boy.)

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Blooms (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

3

IN SHOCK, Steve gaped at the nursery. It was nearly identical to the one at Stank Tower. Same sage wainscot. Same bunny wallpaper. The only difference was the furniture. While Steve had chosen a white painted wooden crib with matching changing table and dresser, the ones at Bucky's brownstone were mismatched with a vintage gold metal crib and a dark stained changing table.

Turning to look at his – not his – alpha, Steve's brows were in a deep, heavy furrow. "Why? When?"

"I told you," Bucky entered the nursery so he could get the Peter Rabbit bedding out from one of the drawers. That was also different from the bedding Steve had chosen. Steve had gone more neutral with beige and ivory details. As he began making the crib, he continued, "I was supposed to take her."

Steve held Mia closer, tighter. Making sure to drop a few kisses to the top of her head while he marked down her back. He was certain that no matter how many times Bucky confessed to what Plan A entailed and no matter how much time had passed, it would always break his heart. Steve couldn't imagine the heartache that would've caused him.

"I'm glad you didn't."

Busying himself with the fitted sheet, Bucky shrugged, "It was the right thing."

Nodding, Steve swayed Mia. She had eased since leaving the apartment building, but Steve still felt the need to comfort her. Thankfully, she was sleeping peacefully in his arms. Now Steve would have to convince himself to lay her down in her crib.

"Still," Steve yawned, "I'm glad you didn't."

Facing Steve, Bucky watched as the omega held their daughter. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he agreed, "I'm glad too. I knew you'd make a good papa."

For a moment, they just stood there. Steve swaying Mia and Bucky watching them. Briefly, Steve felt bad about how he had been handling the situation between his daughter and her alpha father. He knew that Bucky deserved a chance with her. Especially with how good he had been to both of them. But Steve couldn't help still being upset with him. The alpha had deceived him on a most personal level, and Steve was hurting deeper than he ever thought he could.

Crossing the room, Steve laid Mia in her crib and affectionately pushed her thin dark hair off her face, being mindful of her horn nubs. Then, he went to the glider in the corner. At least that was the same as the one at the tower.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

Draping the Peter Rabbit quilt over his lap, Steve yawned, "Of course, I am."

Gesturing towards the rest of the brownstone, Bucky said, "You know there are other bedrooms."

"I wanna stay with her."

I still don't trust you, was what Steve meant.

"I can get you a cot," Bucky offered. "Or bring her bassinet into one of the other rooms."

Steve shook his head, "I'm fine here."

Sighing, Bucky nodded, "Okay. Just call for me and I'll come to you."

Keeping his gaze on the brunet as he left the nursery, Steve tried to stay away. If only for a little bit longer. Even after Bucky turned the light off and shut the door on his way out, Steve kept his gaze on the door. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to trust the alpha the way he had before the truth was revealed.

Now all he had... to... do... w a s   s t a y   a w a

CREAK!

Eyes snapping open, Steve's gaze scanned the room. Natasha was standing just inside of the nursery, looking apologetically. "I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you're okay after everything last night."

"I'm fine," Steve assured, glancing over at the crib where Mia was starting to fuss. Pushing the quilt to the side, Steve climbed off the chair to reach her. Already, he could feel himself starting to leak. Unbuttoning his sleep shirt, he shoved his supporter to the side and brought the newborn up so she could latch onto his sore nipple.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? You don't have to be so strong all the time."

"I'm fine, really," Steve repeated, returning to the glider. Natasha leveled A Look at him, so he quietly admitted, "It was a little scary, I guess."

"It was," Natasha confirmed. "We should've kept a closer eye on you two. We just assumed that since we were next door and that we knew everyone, that you'd be safe. We won't take that chance again though."

"We?"

A little smirk quirked Natasha's full lips, "One thing you need to know about us is that we take care of each other. We're pack, and now you are too."

He regarded the redhead for a moment before asking, "And if I choose we're not?"

"Sorry, Stevie," Natasha half-teased, "You're stuck with us."

Pressing his lips together to keep himself from arguing, Steve redirected his attention to his nursing daughter. She really was perfect. Even with all the inhuman features that she'd inherited from the demon man that sired her.

"You're lucky, y'know?"

Brows furrowing, Steve looked up at Natasha. Disgust mixing with disbelief, he cruelly scoffed, "How am I lucky? Was it when I was betrayed by my husband? Was it when I was preyed upon by a King of Hell? Or was it when one of your cult members tried to hurt me and my baby?" Before Natasha could speak, he decided, "Or was it when everyone decided it'd be fine to steal my baby so they'd be groomed into leading the damned?"

"You're naive," Natasha decided and left.

Staring at the spot where she had been standing, Steve wondered if he had been too harsh on – No! Don't you dare, Steven Grant Rogers! You have every right to be upset!

Done eating, Steve lifted Mia to his shoulder so he could burp her. All of those years of babysitting and having baby fever had really paid off. It was a relief that he didn't have to worry about this. Sure, Mia was tiny and had been premature, but she seemed just as healthy – if not healthier – than any other baby.

He figured that Bucky's supernatural genes had a lot to do with that. Steve couldn't be angry with the alpha about that. And despite himself, Steve hoped that one day he and Bucky could be friends. They might not ever be as close as they had been before the truth was revealed, but maybe they could be better than they were now.

[velvet-apricots]

warning: this gets a bit darker. specifically violence against children

secondly, mohg during his phase transition gains wings. but his first phase model also has little wing nubs. so what happened to them? morgott and mohg as omen both have horns, but morgott has a tail, and mohg wings, tying them to the aspects of the crucible their father likely worshipped.

well, as omen, they would have likely been hunted as children. by omenkillers no less. and who was the first omenkiller?

curiously enough, on the path to morgott's divine tower, you fight the illusion of the so called fell twins, who drop rollo the omenkiller's ashes upon defeat. but ashes are commonly found in burial sites, churches, or otherwise places of worship and reverence to the spirit. to find rollo's ashes here then, to me tells that morgott killed him. personally. now why would he do that?

can you see where I'm going with this?

one day, morgott and mohg are travelling through the underground, going to the surface. perhaps mohg wanted outside, to see some light, to flutter about, but the twins end up being spotted by rollo who chases them back inside. the omsnkiller however keeps pursuing them, but mohg is small, and slow, and his big wings drag behind him. the brothers are running towards a narrow passage an adult human wouldn't be able to get into. but just as they are about to enter, there is a scream, and morgott turns back to see his twin crawling into the pipe, his once shiny, proud wings now a mangled mess. mohg is crying, morgott doesn't know how to help, and even though they are relatively safe now they can hear the clangs of rollo's swords against the outer metal of the pipe.

Morgott revenge killing for his brother is *chefs kiss*.

[goblin-iz-whack]

Welcome Home Ocs because I'm predictable:

Barry Shy-

As his name suggests, the boy is very shy. He’s a small, anthropomorphic blue ram in a wool sweater, he’s also trans and his horns are little nubs that only just came in due to the hormones he takes. His main thing is tap dancing, but he’s usually too timid to show anyone. He also enjoys making jam (just making it, not eating it) and knitting sweaters from his own wool. He’s also down bad for Howdy Pillar- Not that he’d ever confess, of course.

Nurse Ickabella-

A green puppet girl that works as the neighborhood's medical care. She’s decent at her job, even if she doesn’t have many patients. Even so, she could never find out how to cure her own cold, and she’s always sniffling. She’s a rather large germaphobe, always trying to find out a way to prevent her runny nose and sore throat, she’s often seen with gloves and a face mask. A running gag is her sneezing and being unable to finish a sentence.

Milo Melatonin-

A patchwork doll in pajamas with a particular passion for plush pillows and perpetual procumbent posing (He likes sleeping and cozy stuff). He really regards recurring the ruling rune in his remarking (He talks in alliteration). You can find him in his abode, always asleep or almost asleep, automatically aweary and arcadian (He’s tired and lazy). A strange sir, still so special and sweet (He’s a weirdo but we love him).

[mariposakitten]

"You're late."

It's your teacher voice: no-nonsense, stern, commanding, pitched to cut through the hubbub of two dozen overexcited seventh graders. It certainly cuts through the noise of the panicking wedding guests. As you narrow your gaze, you can see people starting to calm, reacting instinctively to the note of authority (only very slightly supernaturally enhanced) in your voice. Someone is in charge. Things are being handled. It'll be okay.

And Razhiel, Dark Prince of one of the myriad small fiefdoms of Hell... wilts.

"I came as soon as I could," he rumbles, in a voice that sounds like sulfur smells. His horned head droops, his seven-foot frame seeming to grow smaller. "There was a situation."

"There always is." You sigh. "Raz, I put the time on the invitation. I even specified the time zone and the alignment of the stars. You always do this!"

"Um." Milena, your lovely bride-to-be, leans into you, wide-eyed. "Sweetheart? Who... is that?"

"I told you," you murmur back, though there's no heat in it. "I told you we shouldn't invite my brother. I told you he'd just find a way to make a scene. But oh no, he's 'family.'"

She goggles. "That's your brother?!"

No one had believed it in Hell either. You're full siblings, you and Raz, born of one of the Upper Demonic Lords and his favorite human concubine, but, well... genetics are funny sometimes. So he got the height, and the horns, and the strength, and all the other demonic traits, only barely diluted by his human blood. While you... got skin that always looks like you're slightly sunburned even when you're not, and canines so sharp you sometimes cut your lip, and unusually bright eyes, and the ability to inject your voice with enough force to cow middle schoolers into submission. (No small feat, admittedly, but it’s hardly commanding the legions of Hell.)

And, well... you were the younger sister anyway. He was the heir, you were the spare... so as soon as you were of age you left Hell for Earth, where you'd fit in better. You went to school. Got a job as a teacher. Fell in love.

Oh. And you also have proto-horns - very tiny nubs, hidden under your hair. Milena had found them, when you first started dating, running her hands through your hair. You'd told her you were half demon. She'd laughed.

She's not laughing now.

"I tried to tell you?" you offer, wincing. "I did say I wasn't joking! You didn't believe me!"

Long seconds tick by. You can see the thoughts racing through her eyes. You wish you knew what, exactly, they are.

Finally she takes a deep breath. "We will discuss this," she whispers, her tone steely despite the smile on her face - no doubt for the benefit of the still-spooked spectators. "After."

"...After?"

She reaches over. Takes your hand. Squeezes it. "After I get done marrying you."

Like a flower unfolding, a knot of fear you weren't consciously aware of unknots itself in your chest and you smile, aware of how wide and goofy it is but unable to stop it. "Everyone please have a seat," you call out, addressing the crowd without taking your eyes from her. "The wedding will continue. Raz, you sit up here near the front and we will talk at the reception."

Despite the menace in the words, you can see him brighten out of the corner of your eye. "Will you have the little-"

"Yes, we'll have the little jalapeño things you like, sit down, Raz."

Then, before anyone or anything else can interrupt again, you turn back to the justice of the peace (wisely silent through all this) and get married to the love of your life.

You’re standing at the altar, about to get married to your beautiful fiancée. When suddenly the king of demons bursts through the door of the room, which naturally causes panic. You tried to warn everyone that inviting your sibling to the wedding would mean trouble, but they kept insisting.

[thornwolfy235]

I wanted to share my concept for my impsona. I've been trying to draw her, and my hand doesn't want to convey what's in my brain. I'm having a similar issue with writing. So this will be kind of like an outline for her.

She is a hybrid, was born in the Lust ring, and her moniker is Lucky, but those have nothing to do with each other. (I haven't come up with a good given name as she rarely, if ever, uses it.)

Lucky's father was an imp and her mother was a hellhound. She refers to herself as an "imphound." Her head shape is similar to a fennec fox's, with a short muzzle and large ears positioned more to the sides of her head. Her small horns sit above them (still deciding if they're nubs or a little longer and slightly curved). Her body is nicely curvy and a little on the plumper side. Her hands are more imp-like than canine. She has thick thighs, but her lower legs are thin, ending in large paws rather than imp hooves. Her tail is thin like an imp's with a few spines at the top, but ends in a fluffy tuft. If what you're imaging resembles a jerboa with horns, you're on the right track.

Lust was too much for her, somewhat in terms of *lust* but mostly because of how metropolitan it was. Wrath's wide open spaces and hellish fauna lured her in and she got a job as a ranch hand. She essentially went through some hazing to prove her grit, and while she was told the first hellhorse she was handed was actually fresh off of the plains. The mare kicked her ass, leaving her with a horseshoe shaped scar on the side of her thigh, and would be the source of her moniker. (She usually rips her pants in such a way as to show off said scar.) The two would later become inseparable, of course. Lucky names the hellhorse Gyre. Her body is pale gray, her flames are blue and low but throw off a lot of smoke, which is what makes up most her mane and tail and is the source of her name.

How she fits into HH:

Charlie's trying to get her dad outside and interacting more after being holed up in the workshop for x years. She gets the idea for him to get a hellhorse, "It'll be like old times when you'd ride down to the lava lake to watch the hell ducks! Remember how relaxing that was for you?" (I have to imagine the royal family had horses before limos were invented). He gives in because how could he ever disappoint his Char-Char, goes down to Wrath and picks himself a gorgeous but ornery steed, so he's given Lucky to act as stablehand/trainer.

The pair have a slightly rough meeting. Lucky tends to play distant and aloof, especially when she's nervous, and she's a hybrid of Hell's lowest classes and he's the Satanforesaken *king of Hell*. That said, she can get snippy if she thinks the horses aren't being treated right. Lucifer is trash at peopling and also plays aloof to match the whole king-persona, and he's still got his dissociative moments he's working through. Through a much of miscommunications and misread signals, Lucifer's convinced she hates him, that she thinks he's just a failure in every sense of the word, and doesn't want to talk to him unless she's telling him what he's done wrong. Lucky thinks he despises her, sees her as even lower than imps and hellhounds because she's a hybrid, and doesn't care at all about his new horse.

Charlie is ecstatic about the stablehand, but feels bad that she's had a rough introduction to her dad and the hotel. So Charlie decides to have a girls' night sleepover to welcome the imphound and make her feel more at home (with Angel Dust because there's no way he's missing gossip from two other Rings, especially if one of them's Lust). Lucky's not keen on the idea, but she doesn't want to upset her boss's daughter (and honestly can't say no to Charlie's enthusiasm). While doing manicures and pedicures, Lucky offers to do Charlie's hooves as "I know my way around them."

Charlie shows off Lucky's work the next day, which gets Lucifer curious. Sure, he can snap his fingers to fix his appearance, but that also means he loses out on the relaxation of self-care. So Charlie suggests he has Lucky do his as well (read, she gushes about it to her dad, sees Lucky wandering by, and puts them both in a headlock until they agree to her puppy-dog eyes).

Cue calm, quiet time for Luci where he doesn't feel like he has to project that kingly aura and Lucky doesn't feel like she has to impress. It can be read as platonic or budding romance. (I mean, I am still thirsty for him, so yeah.)