#I think she’s mostly black with a striped tail and colorful tipped ears and colorful markings

[raeathnos]

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[singing-melliot-headcanons]

mroww murrrpp meoww :33

adamandi catss >:D

quincy is a tortoiseshell cat !! i would say he has more black than orange - there’s no big splotches of orange it’s kinda just evenly distributed around their pelt :3 he has amber eyes !! they have a very soft meow and has airplane ears half the time :p a very timid and shy cat but if they get too stressed they’ll act out ! otherwise they’re very well behaved :3

vincent is a gray tabby cat with green eyes !! marble tabby pattern and has jagged whiskers - a pretty shy cat around unfamiliar environments and people but when he’s comfortable he’s a very energetic guy!! he’s mostly napping during the day but at night they’ll destroy your couch >:3c they also are pretty mischievous and stares at you while knocking something off the counter before acting all cute to see if youll do anything :3 he’ll also absolutely go onto your dinner table and start eating your food with the most determination ever.

beatrix is a tuxedo cat. they have white paws, chest, snout, and the tip of her tail :3 i would say they have black whiskers and a black nose w black toe beans too !! probably a distinct white spot on the face somewhere too. she has amber eyes :p she’s a very vocal cat and makes people think that she’s in misery sometimes - very effective at getting more treats and food when they’ve already been fed. also a very hissy cat she’s not afraid to hiss to randomly bite you. she has brownish fur in some areas from sun bathing :3

portia is a cream colored cat !!! she has more brownish mackerel tabby cat markings ! she also has slightly darker fur around the ears and paws and tail - along with a pink nose ! she has yellow or blue eyes (can’t decide :[ ) i think she would be a very outgoing and sweet cat !! but not much of a meower and if she gets annoyed or is pet in the wrong spot she will hiss and bite. she stares at you judgeingly from afar >:3

ambrose is a more lighter orange tabby cat with spotted markings instead of the traditional tabby cat stripes (he thinks it makes him sooo much cooler) he has green eyes and is very bossy about what he wants. >:3 he also is very reluctant to cuddle and rarely purrs - his owner didnt choose for him to be an outdoor cat, he chose to be one and enjoys other people giving him food ! he also bats at other cats a lot. when he sleeps he is out like a light. he makes his owner concerned sometimes when he’s trying to be shaken awake but is unresponsive because he’s such a deep sleeper :p

all rhis cat assigning is exhaustinggg the mamorei can get cats laterr + taopp cats later maybe :p

more importantly, what are their warrior names?

[cryptidclaw]

Willowfeather (aka. Feathertail)!  I felt like doing a fun pose for this one, she’s catching a fish :)

Willowfeather is probably going to be a combo of Feathertail and Stormfur plot wise, though Im still brainstorming plot ideas! 

I need to start adding what identities i think these kitties have sooo, Willow uses She/they pronouns and is a lesbian! 

Bec she’s like a combo of Storm and Feather I gave her both of their eye colors! They mostly look like Silverstream but she’s got her dad’s back stripe and face marking! They have lots of scars from River’s Tiger Order era.  

In RoC Silverstream and Graystripe have two kits, Willow (named after both their mothers) and Oak (after Oakheart).

Silverstream survives the birth of her kits, instead she survives into River Order’s era as a part of Tiger Order. Tigerstar has all half Order cats (and in Silver’s case, mother of half Order cats) isolated, and given little food and care. Oak dies as a kit due to illness and being weak, and Silverstream dies of starvation and the same illness for which she was refused care.

Willow went through a LOT of shit during their childhood, and she never fully forgave River Order for allowing the treatment her family received. They still tried to keep an upbeat and determined attitude despite it all however.

Willow also has a trouble fully trusting Brambleflower and Tawnyclaw at first due to their father being Tigerstar, but she eventually realizes they cant judge them for their blood, just like how others judged her for her half Order blood. 

I cant decide if I want her to die killing Sharptooth or not... I’m tempted to have them survive, but be deeply injured, and be forced to stay with the Mountain Colony while the rest of the journey cats return to the Orders. She could fall in love with Brook and find a home in the Mountains! Maybe she feels more acceptance and belonging there than with the Order that allowed Tigerstar to harm their family! 

On the other hand her death has a big effect on Crowfeather... though maybe just having to leave her would hurt him enough. 

[Image ID: a digital drawing of Willowfeather an au version of Feathertail from warrior cats. She is pouncing up on her back legs with their paws raised up reaching for a brown fish jumping near her head. They are looking up at the fish with a happy, determined expression, and she is smiling with their mouth open like they are talking. She is a slender, long furred, silver classic tabby molly with black stripes and one orange eye and one blue eye. They have creamy white on the lower part of their face, stomach, paws and tail tip. She has scars on her back, shoulder, and over their left eye. Her scars, nose, inner ears, and mouth are all light pink./End ID]

[spottyissleepwalking]

WIMLO!!!

Willowshine Wednesday

Design notes:

Very much a RiverClan cat, through and through. I headcanon her sire being Reedwhisker, so she’s got the tiniest amount of ThunderClan in her, but it’s difficult to pick out. Most of her traits are common amongst RiverClanners: large stature, long thick fur, small ears, striking patterns.

Lots of heart imagery!! While she’s not a very lovey dovey character, I do imagine that she holds a lot of love for Mothwing and her Clan as a whole; she had to, of course, otherwise I’m more than certain she would have buckled under the weight of being RiverClan’s sole spiritual guide long ago.

Not so much fluffy as she is just very long-haired. Her size definitely gives the illusion that she has a lot of fur, but nah, in reality it’s just muscle.

Ears are small and somewhat rounded, but also tufted!

Chest/throat sports two distinctive dark stripes across it.

LGBT+ headcanon: Trans mtf, chaotic bisexual, uses she/her! I think it would be really funny if she’s had a crush independently on each of the Three at some point - or if they all had a crush on her hsjfjfn

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Willowshine standing upright and facing right, head facing more left, her tail sweeping beneath her; the entire image is outlined in white. She is a large, long-furred, somewhat stocky, dark gray marbled tabby cat with pale paws, belly, chest, tail-tip and muzzle; she has prominent, pale, heart-shaped patches on her shoulders and face; her markings are very dark, almost black. Her ears are short, small, and prominently rounded, with pale tufts; her tail is very long and shaggy-furred, the fur mostly angled dangling downwards like the fronds of a willow tree. Her eyes are round and dark green, with very pale lashes. Beneath her paws is her color palette, and beside her head is the word “WILLOWSHINE” written in white, all-caps. Across her hindquarters is the stylized artist signature of “spottyissleepwalking” written in faded lavender. / End ID.]

[mad-raptorzzz]

[ID: A drawing of a yellow SandWing dragon named Jerboa III from Wings of Fire. It is a headshot with her back towards the camera and she is looking off to the left of the image. Her mouth is slightly open in fear or distress and tears stream down her face. She has a pale yellow-tan body with a pale tan belly. There are reddish brown triangular markings along her neck and right by her eye. She also has dark brown markings, looking like the tear-stain markings of a cheetah, going from under her eyes nearly to her mouth. She has large round ears tipped in red-orange hair. She has nose, cheek, and head horns, all white in color. Her face is scruffy with small spikes around her cheeks. The background is bright red with yellow lightning bolts streaking through it. /.End ID]

Now a sad lady. If you would have asked my favorite animus dragon before book 14, I would have said Turtle hands down. But then we got two really cool very interesting deep animus characters. It's a hard choice between Jerboa III and Opal, but I think Jerboa edges out for me. Her backstory was terribly sad and her reasons for wanting to exist isolated are justified. Poor lady just wants her quiet beach.

I tried a different perspective and kind of hate it. Oops.

Headcanony things:

-I always like the designs where she has triangle spot things everywhere so yeah

-Her and Glacier were romantically involved when Glacier was younger. However they eventually broke it off and became good friends (this is mostly cuz I adore blaze x glacier and yeah for sure I could see glacier and blaze being poly, but Jerboa with her backstory and trauma I think would want one single partner )

-Jerboa likes Snowfall a lot because she reminds her of Glacier

-Walks with a bit of a limp due to her missing talons, but it's very hard to notice

-When the spell is not engaged, she has both a talon prosthetic and tail barb prosthetic, eventually she wears these more than the spell, especially after some HiveWing mechanics improve them for her!

-Has dreams of her past lives, she thought they were just dreams until she figured out what her mom did. (I tried poorly to illustrate her waking from one of these)

-SandWings feel like bearded dragons and have lots of little firm spiky things. Also big ears for heat regulation. I think I want em to have the little face stripe things that cheetahs have (?) to help the same way their black sclera does.

[weaselbeaselpants]

Lazy but basic soft redesign of the IMP crew, just to tone down some details

I wish I had more time to do more than trace over, but I had to rely on line art of the cast and going off the main color palette with screencaps to alter. I

Version 1, basic revision:

Version 2, my indulgent "redesign"...which is not my art so it's still just a lazy edit.

Moxxie = Yellow red(greed ring) | black markings (freckles and tail stripes) | wears fake ass drug dealer looking suit | wears a gangster's necktie alluding to Millie

Millie = Crimson(wrath ring) skin | maroon markings (scars) | tiny bodee but weird stub feet (under her jeans) | Wears outdoor work cloths worn from use | has a visible hanky hanging out her pocket alluding to Moxxie

Blitzo = ....sunburnt? red, as to hide what exact ring he comes from | white markings (vitiligo??) | hoves visible at the tip of feet | Skull decal is horse like to show off his love for horses | wears sleek, 'bad ass' looking clothing that makes him feel more threatening than he actually is.

Luna = Dark gray markings on arms and legs, the visible blip of 'cold' color in the other three's mostly warm palettes | visible claws on hands | flopped ears like a wolfhound, though otherwise resembles an elkhound still | wears her top, shorts, collar and piercings; her collar still binds her to Blitzo

For the specific 'redesign bits in version 2: All imps are as Viv's notes mention; a mix of vaguely reptilian and hooves. They are all different shades of red depending on what ring they come from which are almost entirely a singular color (greed = gold and bronz, wrath = redredred, pride = royal violet, lust = hot pink, gluttony = orange, envy = green, sloth = blue. Pentagram city, which is where Hazbin takes place, is in the center instead of the pride ring and is multiple colors). Hellhounds are legallypossessions though all higher hellborn on the chain consider those under them their 'possessions'; Most hellhounds walk on all fours w no clothes because they are considered familiars, not imps themselves, which marks Luna as different and is why she abuses Blitzo- she's essentially a slave no matter how nice her legal master is to her, and good on her (no references to real world slavery, obvious. But I mean, like, it's hell and it's a way to mark these characters as awful but endearing even when they're against one another, because it's fucking hell). Hellhounds also wear the marks of their owners, their sigil, as a tag. Though Imps are not allowed to leave hell ever and even sometimes forbidden to travel between other rings that aren't theirs. Imps still can not be harmed by fire or most mortal instruments-- however, hellborn are able to kill each other, with an immediate soulless death initiated through angel weaponry (the only thing that can actually eliminate sinners' souls). All demons can possess mortal things while on earth and can be driven out through 'exorcisms' = which is fanatical flailing that often kills the host. Because, again, this is hell and it's a show about demons so show me that possession comedy.

The biggest change with my redesigns of the HH/HB demons is giving the imps, succubi and hellhounds distinctively square pupils; cherubs have heart shaped pupils with gleamy over anime-eyes; goetia level demons and archangels can have completely pupilless eyes or whited out pupils; the seven sins and Charlies family have x-shaped pupils. Mortal humans have normal eyes. I think you can keep the deranged and over the top designing in tact w Vivziepop's work, it just needs come consistency.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Standing by my shoes a flower is blooming. Fire flowers filled the night with their booming. Maybe in the sky, I could leave behind my heart and it’s weeping. Summer days are all that I am dreaming~

A rose colored glasses Mothwing picking flowers across the river. Fireworks Beneath my Shoes is such a mothpool song I adore it so much and was listening to it on loop while drawing this- I’m sketching a anthro piece with these with moth and leaf right after I post this with this song again lol

(ID- Mothwing is standing to the left with her head looking to the camera and pretty orangy amber eye looking off to the right. Her front paw is up and a woven satchel hangs off it, small purple flowers inside it just like the ones dotting the ground under their paws. She is a peachy orange kind of color with brown down their back, mane, hair floof, and tail. A white stripes goes down from their chin, chest, and belly with a moth marking on her chest just like the one on their back which is brown instead. Willow leaves hang off her ears on two tendrils with two more bracelets of it on her tail and a lilypad on their tail. Under them is very messy windswept grass, small purple flowers dotting it and a river right at the base which her tail sweeps over. Behind them os a massive willow tree mostly just showing off its hanging leaves. Watercolor shading is across the whole piece with mostly purples, blues and pinks and over that shading is a general wash of pinks. Version without the pink overlay underneath. End ID)

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#4

Mothpool my loves<3333

I am so tired so I’m just gonna post and pass out lol but I wanted to draw them. Also changed my Leafpool design to be more Leafpool, her other eye is the same green but with blue while her left is green with orange. Cuddle cats <<3333333

(ID- Leafpool is laying down with her back against a tree, her tail curled up, and her paws around Mothwing who is cuddled into her. Leafpool is a light brown with orange markings on her cheek, nose, tail, paws, and side. Cream is on her belly, muzzle, ear tufts, tail tip, and toe tips. A darker color stripes around her pelt with a few black markings on her hair, tail tip, and back leg. She is looking down at Mothwing with a sweet amber and green eye, a small smile on her face. Mothwing is curled up on Leaf with her front leg over Leaf’s side, her other wrapped under, his tail swooping up, and his back leg curled up. She is mostly pale yellow with peach on her face, ears, and back legs. And brown is on her hair, mane, tail, back, and paws with a darker brown striped down her tail on her paws, on her back legs, on her muzzle, and on her hair tuft. Light cream is on her belly, chin, paws, and tail tip. He is sleeping with a soft expression. Grass is under them with purple flowers dotting the grass, a tree on the left, and purple shading across them with light pink highlights. End ID)

41 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#3

Demon inspired Mapleshade for @bonefall ‘s “Better Call Mapleshade” au that I adore. She’d definitely stand out in Starclan and everyone pretty much on sight would know she’s from the DF. I think her hooves would make that clop clop clop noise as she walks and as she strolls up to the her council all the cats who don’t like her (mostly Moth Flight) all they hear is her hooves and know exactly who’s about to show up. She’s amazing and I love this design so much.

(ID- Mapleshade is standing to the left with her head slightly turned to the right and back legs sprawled out to give her a wider stance, her back front paw raised up and her tail twisting upwards. She is a cherry red kind of color with dark almost black back legs, streaks down her eyes, and on her ears. Over her face is a mask shape in a darker red that also goes down her back, and dripping down her front leg. Her fur has a very wavy almost weightless feel especially on her face and on her ears twirls in a cyclone like shape, the same as inside her ears and on her tail. Her chest, paws, tail, ear tufts, and inner ear tufts are mixes of a pink and pale almost white pink color. Her white mane twisted to make a sort of cravat shape. The end of her tail is twisted to make a spade referring back to devil tail imagery and her back paws are replaces with hooves. Her sclera are black with a flame for her pupil and the same flamey colors on her eyelashes. On the corner of her lip is a little heart beauty mark in black. Her lineart has a bright magenta over it giving into the evil feel. End ID)

Also just for Refrence Maple is HUGE especially compared to Moth Flight who is pretty short lol. She’s massive and I love her.

42 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#2

Ratatattstststtst

Knew how I wanted to draw these two so I drew Apo and Owen! Took a bit to get used to more human proportions but I like how they came out. The minute I saw parkour on Apo’s sheet I knew I had to draw him in a tree, little rat guys. Semi made to parallel eachother even tho we don’t know if they’ll be close in RatsSMP.

(Apo is the first image and is sat on a tree branch with dark spruce leaves all around him, his pink rat tail curled up to him and little rat paws holding onto the branch. He has dusty brown hair that swoops up under his rounded ears and falls over his eyes. He has a big nose and mischievous Berry colored eyes. A short red coat is over his shoulders with a blue stripes shirt under and black pants. The faint signature “Nightly Ruse” is on his tail)

(Owen is the second image and is sitting with his legs hanging over a block of wood. He has orange-ish brown eyes and a kind expression on his face, tufts on his chin and pink ears like his tail. His hair is a brown with pointier ears, a thicker rat tail, and sharper nose. Glasses are on his head with a earring pierced through his back ear. His shirt is a brick kind of red with brown on his rolled up sleeves and collar. A green cloth is wrapped his waist and a piece flies off to the right. His back arm is up in a wave with soft yellow light over him and a background of dappled leaves. The faint signature “Nightly Ruse” is on the wood block near his hand.)

46 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Gosh okay but the story of Hawkfrost being a creation of the clans still vying hatred for each other and clear aggression and how power is so easily manipulated is so good. I hate hate hate when he’s just pushed down into ‘born evil/genetic evil’ bc it’s so dumb and I hate it.

He was brought in and immediately outcast. Taken in a horrible time when Riverclan were recovering still from Tigerstar’s claws him and his sister were treated horribly. They both learned that the world isn’t fair and they had to fight for what others were born with. Hawk took this in a more aggressive way, thinking the only way he’d ever be anything was to take it while Moth worked her fur off to show she was good enough at all. He gets praise for being loyal and cruel to outsiders while shamed for holding his heritage or letting his softer side out, especially by his mentor Leopardstar. Others attention on him is like a full belly. He needs it he has to have it. So he trains to be stronger, more charismatic, smart, tougher then his brutish father who was so one sided. The only ones he could be open to were his sister and then his brother. They must be feeling the same way he was? Scrapping for sunshine? But he couldn’t leave them behind he had to get them what they wanted, high spots in the clans just beside him.

Hawk fakes the sign for Moth finally showing she was worthy of being a healer to the tough Mudfin(claw). And he sets up a plan to get Bramble as leader! Seeing his siblings and him prove everyone wrong fuels him with happiness. He’s at the lake. Standing over Firestar with a smile across his face, practically able to taste the power soon to come to his blood. But Brambleclaw won’t accept it? Why can’t he see what they can become? Hawk is angry, fueled like his heart was on fire he attacks Bramble but then it stops. A stake through the chest. Pain not from his wound but form the betrayal in his belly. He was so lost in power he fell in a fools way. He was nothing but a blinded firefly, bright but unable to see it for himself.

87 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

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[averytiredghost]

Leafpool and Crowfeather :]  what a fuken mess

there's nothing much to say about Crow, his importance to me starts and ends with him being the father of the three, so i'll keep it nice and short for him, from the wiki:

Crowfeather is a dark, smoky-grey, almost black tom with blue eyes.

1.Marks

I kept pretty much everything (not that there's much) and just added a few stripes on his back cause i love the Erins, i really do, but how are these two gonna have three kits, and have only one kinda resemble the parents?? Jayfeather's grey comes out of nowhere that's mostly what bothers me, so i gave Crow a few lighter marking - he has a lighter tail tip, eyebrows, and nose. I also gave him some tabby stripes on his back.  

2.Build

I imagine Windclan cats to be muscular, but skinny and mostly with short fur. if i really wanted to be realistic I'd go as far as to make most of them beige, or with light orange-y colours. we're not doing this tho, Heathertail is gonna be purple just wait.

I made Crowfeather skinny and tall. some of his design (his face shape + his big ears) are inspired by shorthair oriental cats. He has big shoulders, and strong, muscular paws, fit for running. His sharp face and dark colours make him look kinda mysterious, and if you're Leafpool, i guess you'd be into that.

For Leafpool i have more. From the wiki:

Leafpool is a small, lithe, pale brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes. She has a white chest and paws.

1. Marks.

Leafpool looks like more like sandstorm - the colour palettes are super similar and the tabby marks are soft and fluid. Leafpool inherits her mother's tuxedo gene - she has white cheeks, paws, belly, and inside part of tail.  

Her tabby patches are similar, but there's no dividing on her front paws and the patches on her hind legs are un-even. Her stripe color actually comes from her dad - i colour picked from Firestar's darkest red, made it a bit colder + lighter and that's where this comes from.

She also has her dad's eye makeup and lighter eyebrows! theres not much space for me to add any of Fire's design cos she is just a brown tabby, so im super excited for the small similarities she shares with him. I made her eyes yellow, like the wiki says, but i added quite a bit of green in there and gave her Sectoral Heterochromia. idk if its genetic, but her mom has it, so i thought it'd look cool and it doesn't really change anything so

2.Build

The wiki says she's small and lithe, that being said in my headcannon (and im pretty sure in the books too) Lionblaze and Hollyleaf are big so i just made her a normal sized cat. Leafpool is a medicine cat, so she received a minimal amount of fighting lessons and isn't vey muscular.  

She has her dad's small paws and her mom's sleek(ish) tail and ear tufts. I've drawn her in her younger years - before she carried the three - but if i were to draw her again I'd probably make her a little chubbier and hang her head a tad lower. I like to think that the cats that have these dust specks, as I'm gonna call them, kinda grey. Their spots get lighter as the time goes by.

[jayfrost-designs]

This is also from November of last year.

I only just recently made a new sheet for Spottedleaf, so I was gonna leave her alone, but then I experimented on putting a few white markings on Redtail's design, and I loved the look of it so much that I knew I had to redesign Spottedleaf to look more like her brother.  Will I ever actually settle on a Spottedleaf design? The world may never know.  I'm pretty pleased with this one, though. Here is the reverse side of the image.

For her physical description, Spottedleaf is described as a small, lithe, soft-furred she-cat with large eyes, a small nose, and small paws. I used the same lineart for her that I used for Redtail, but tweaked. She's a bit taller and longer-legged than him, but also lither with a narrower head and cheek fur that tufts down more, and a less fluffy tail than her brother's. She also has tufted ears like both of her littermates now, which makes the white-tipped ears make more sense and I think looks very pretty. ^^ For her pattern, Spottedleaf is described as a dark tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with amber eyes, white-tipped ears, a distinctly dappled coat, mottled orange-and-brown markings, a white muzzle, chest, paws, and white splashes on her pelt, a pink nose, one eye rimmed with darker fur than the other, and a black-tipped gold-and-brown striped tail. I changed her pattern and colors to make her look more like her brother. She has very similar coloration to him, and is similarly mostly-black with minimal white and some orange markings in there. Most of her more spotted-shaped markings ended up on her flanks, so now Spottedleaf is now and forever Spottedbutt. XD I had a hard time getting these markings looking the way I wanted, unlike Redtail who kinda came together quickly, but I'm so happy with the end result. I think she looks really pretty, and she really fits in with the designs for her littermates now.  She doesn't have the striped tail she's described with, or the gold markings, but she does have stripes on the patches on her tail so I think it counts, and she only has a partly-white muzzle but I'm still counting it as a white muzzle. Overall, I'm really, really happy with this design.

[couldyouspeakmyname]

OK I HAVE A BEASTARS OC AND I AM GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT IT: (you don’t have to answer if you don’t feel like it, kind of just dumping information for myself and maybe you to share with other people /gen )

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Also, I tried to make this so that there was other canon character, but I realized that I had so many oc’s I might as well make a new kind of universe following the beastars world-building stuff

So basically a fancy furry world but the world-building is based on Beastars

I apologize in advance for the spelling (I didn’t check/edit this :p) and also the long form (I like details lol)

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Cecelia Aksha Brown

Pronunciation: Cecelia (s-E-s-e-l-E-a) Aksha (pronounced how it’s spelled) Brown (B-r-ow-n)

Nickname(s) or Alias: Blind One (Given by Doctor Cato, her doctor), Lead vocalist of Athaza (Given by fans), Cece (Given by Naomi, a friend), Dead Legs (Given by Emily, the lead vocalist in the rival band)

Band Name: Athaza

Reason for band name: Cece originally wanted to name her band based off of a phobia she had, so she searched up her greatest fear (the fear of being forgetting, being forgotten, ignored, and/or replaced) and found out that the world was Athazagoraphobia. And that was like a really, really long word (both for her and me, the author, to write down) so she chose to shorten it to Athaza.

Gender: female

Species: Black Tiger

Age: 28

Birthday: September 1st

Sexuality: pansexual, poly, asexual

Religion: Atheist

City or town of birth: Belgum

Currently lives: Belgum (although she hardly even goes home, with her work being on the move and all, it is hard for her to get a break and relax in her own home.)

Languages spoken: Japanese

Native language: English

Relationship Status: single and happy about it (she doesn’t have time for a relationship when she is always on the move, and with her job, she just won’t have time to take care of someone else when she can barely take care of herself)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: body length is 4’5, shoulder height is 31 inches, tail length is 24 inches

Weight: 220

Figure/build: she is very small and tiny for a tiger (being the smallest measurements that a tiger can be at). Her eyes tend to be more rounded and bigger then most tiger’s.

Hair color: she dyed her hair a split dye, half a dark and almost dusty blue and the other half black (left half dusty blue and right half black)

Hairstyle: ummm, idk how to describe it but like the Levi styled hair

Facial Hairstyle: N/A

Eye color: electric blue

Skin/fur/etc color: she has a white base color with black stripes, ears, shape on chest that looks like a broken heart, and tail-tip

Tattoos: she has the words “heaven“ written on her knee, and a tongue piercing of a pentagram

Piercings: double piercings and a tongue piecing in the middle of the pentagram

Scars/distinguishing marks: she has a long light pink scar running up the left side of her leg (and she still can’t walk that good on her last leg, causing her to limp), and her right eye has a long scar running down it and she is blinded on that side

Preferred style of clothing: alternative

Frequently worn jewellery/accessories: lots of silver rings

HEALTH

Smoker?Drinker?Recreational Drug User? Which?Addictions: N/A (she doesn’t have any addictions, although she might drink from time-to-time. She doesn’t mind other people doing those things around her)

Allergies: pollen

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: she can never walk on her left leg again and she is half blind in her right eye

Any medication regularly taken: N/A

PERSONALITY

Personality: funny, smart, protective, loyal, patient, clumsy, fearful, childish, disorganized, and forgetful

Likes: flowers, bee’s, singing, and playing Instruments

Dislikes: arguments, spoiled brats, discrimination (as she should), and sour foods (she has a sweet tooth)

Fears/phobias: Athazagoraphobia

Favorite color: gray, black, dark purple, brown

Hobbies: singing to music, listening to music, picking flowers

Taste in music: she is the lead vocalist to a scream rock band, however, she likes listening folk music more

SKILLS

Talents/skills: she can sing well and learn instruments quickly

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles?: she can drive a care and that is pretty much it (although she doesn’t usually need to drive a car since her band is on tour 99% of the time and they have a driver to take them places)

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore (Vegetarian): carnivore

Favourite food(s): steak

Favorite drink(s): Monster Energy and coffee

Disliked food(s): insects

Disliked drink(s): tea

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character's house/home: she has a pretty large home, the house is hidden deep in the forest and is mostly covered by the tree’s.

Do they share their home with anyone? Who?: She shares the house with he rest of her band

Significant/special belongings: a picture of her parents

CAREER

Level of education: high

Qualifications: singer

Current job title and description: lead vocalist in band

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude?: peaceful, she hates getting into fights with people

Fighting skills/techniques: she has her claws and her teeth (also carries a taser, just in case,)

Special skills/magical powers/etc: N/A

Weapon of choice (if any): taser

Weaknesses in combat: she is very slow and not skilled in combat

Strengths in combat: she is impulsive and that usually benefits her

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: Chanda (Mother), Sarendar (Father)

Are parents alive or dead?: dead (died by some unknown prisoners killing them in jail)

Partner/Spouse: N/A

Children: she can barely take care of herself, what makes you think she can take care of a living, breathing, child that does nothing but cry?

Best Friend: Galen (best friend, convinced her to start the band, drum player in band), Naomi (enemies turned friends, joined the band shortly after it formed, lead guitarist)

Other Important Friends: Khalo (band member, back up vocalist), Futun (band member, second drum player), Bilwa (band member, any other position that needs to be filled in),

Acquaintances: Davi (driver for the band), Doctor Cato (his doctor for years)

Pets: Root (a yellow tabby cat)

Enemies?: Emily

Why are they enemies?: they are in rival band‘s, and also Emily makes fun of Cece for being half blind and having a limp

BACKSTORY

Describe their childhood (newborn - age 10):

She had a normal childhood (as normal as a main character’s childhood can get that is). Her parents nearly forced her to join their religion but Cece refused. Soon they argued almost every day, some days is was about grades, some days it was about religion, while others it was about her sexuality.

Describe their  teenage years (11 - 19):

The arguments got so bad that she couldn’t bare it any longer, the moment she turned eighteen she ran away from her parents house and went to her friends house (Galen). Soon the two of them formed a band.

Describe their adult:

Once the band got kind of popular, she was living her best life. So she chose to forgive her parents for what they did to her. She went over to their house for Thanksgiving, her parents asked if she could spend the night. Cede was happy to (seeing how she didn’t see her parents in so many years). While Cece was sleeping her Mother got some water and boiled it, adding some sugar and waitI got 15 minutes for it to cook. Once it was done, her Mother poured the boiling water on her own daughter. Cece screamed from the pain, once her Father heard her screams he rushed into her room and called 911. Cece was admitted into the hospital with burns across her legs, arms, and face. The sugar made the burns extra hard to get off and Cece spent multiple weeks in the hospital. Her Father was found guilty of letting her Mother attempt to murder Cece and Cece’s Mother was found guilty of attempting to kill her own daughter. They both got time in jail together, in the jail cell every prison found out what they did and some unknown prisoners beat up Cece’s mother and Father. Cece was left with a blinded eyes and a leg that was doomed to never work the rest of her life

That sounds fun!! I'm assuming it's kind of an AU then?

Also, it's a real shame more characters in Beastars don't dye their fur. It could be fun, but then again...it'd be difficult?

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“Everything Goes Wrong” || YEAR 3 – Ch.39 (HP au)

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Word count: 3,346

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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The tunnel was much larger than Heather remembered it being. Under her wand’s soft light, it seemed more open and less constricting. On her way through the first time, it felt like the walls could cave in at any moment, crushing them before the Grim or Sirius Black could get a chance. Now it felt like the tunnel was experiencing one long, full breath as wind came in through the Whomping Willow’s opening far ahead.

Heather breathed in just as deeply, opening up her lungs and filling them as much as possible like she was taking in her very first breath. It smelled damp and the dusty mud the others kicked up pricked at her lungs but the knowledge that everything was now under control was enough to soothe the stings.

Heather looked on ahead at the strange, tall man in front of her, still holding Snape up like a doll on strings by Snape’s own wand. By the way Snape’s head bumped on the rough ceiling of the cave, Sirius seemed more focused on the path ahead, eyes trained on glimmer of light just beyond. Sirius’ long curls caught on branching roots but he paid the constant tugging no mind. Did this feel like a second prison break for him? With Peter Pettigrew, he would become a freer man than when he broke out of Azkaban.

Heather winced at the fifth bump to Snape’s head. “I don’t think he’ll forget I blasted him against the wall with so many scrapes and bruises to his head,” she whispered.

Sirius turned to her. “He’ll have more to worry about when he wakes up than you and Harry’s attack on him.” He flicked his wrist down and the toes of Snape’s shoes began dragging along the floor, kicking up more dust but saving his forehead from future scrapes. “He won’t very pleased to see only Peter taken away in chains… and less so to see me freed and reunited with my old pal.”

There was more color to Sirius’ face now, making him look only a bit less grim and skeletal than minutes before.

Sirius cleared his throat. “Do you two know what all this means?”

“Yes. You’re free,” Harry declared from the back. “They won’t be sending you back to Azkaban ever again.”

“Yes…” Sirius kept looking onward but his free hand fidgeted at his side, pulling on the tattered holes of his grey-striped shirt. “Yes, but… Well… You know I’m – Your parents made me your Godfather… to the both of you – I don’t know if anyone ever mentioned it.”

“We overheard it,” Heather admitted. She looked back at Harry who was looking up at Sirius intently. The light of their wands reflected of his scratched glasses and although she couldn’t see his eyes, she could guess she’d find a spark of excitement in them.

“That would make me your appointed guardian,” Sirius continued more stiffly. “That was, if anything happened to them…”

Heather gripped her sweater, feeling her hands begin to shake.

“Of course you both have full say in where your home is – I wouldn’t wish to take you from your aunt and uncle… And… Well… See, once my name is cleared – should you ever want a different home – if you wanted…”

“Are you suggesting we live with you?” Harry stepped on Heather’s heal – she hadn’t realized she had slowed down her pace. “Leave the Dursleys?”

Sirius shook his head and coughed. “No – No, of course I thought you wouldn’t want to – ” he said quickly. “I understand, I just thought you two would want to know you have a choice should you – ”

“Are you insane?” Harry’s smile could be heard through his croaky voice. “Of course we want to leave the Dursleys! Right, Heather?”

“Oh,” Heather nodded. “Yeah.”

“Have you got a house? When can we move in? How many room’s it got? Oh – !”

Heather elbowed Harry in the ribs to push him off her. In his excitement he’d almost begun to climb over her to get to Sirius, as if his proximity would get him answers faster.

Sirius whirled around – Snape’s body instantly began drifting up again – and smiled ear to ear at them. Heather could see why his animagus was a dog. If he’d had a tail he’d be wagging it faster than bee’s wings.

“You really want to? The both of you?” Sirius beamed down at them. “Mean it? Really?

“Yeah, we mean it!” Harry shook Heather’s shoulder. “Heather?”

She nodded and smiled up at Sirius. “We mean it.” Harry beamed at her confirmation as brightly as Sirius and she felt wholly engulfed in their collective eagerness.

Heather pushed Harry’s hand off her shoulder. She looked up at Sirius’ gaunt face and tried to envision that she might one day find it familiar and friendly. He turned back around and at her reminder and lowered Snape’s body back down.  Their conversation had only left his forehead a little scratched.

The grunting up ahead had brought the three of them back down to earth. They were only just getting Peter up out of the hole. It took Hermione a few minutes to direct Professor Lupin and Ron on how to maneuver themselves and a few longer to help Sirius get Snape out of the hole in one piece. Heather crawled out, heaving her body onto the grass, and extended her hand down for Harry to take. His hand squeezed hers and she pulled him up fast.

“Can you believe it?” he whispered to her as they stood and shook off dust.

Heather brushed off her shoulders and watched Sirius take in the grand castle up the sloping grounds. They were so far away it almost looked like it was on an entirely different mountain, resting on the edge of a small cliff above the glittering lake.

“Everything will be different now,” she whispered.

Harry squeezed her arm. “Different good.”

She nodded and looked down at the lake. There were lights dancing on its surface. She could almost count all the Hogwarts windows reflecting off the water. ‘Different good.’ …At least Hogwarts seemed to always remain the same.

“Let’s get going.” Professor Lupin called down to them, already moving up the hill. “And one wrong move Peter…”

“I’ll drop the snake and aim for your head,” Sirius threatened.

Hermione, Harry, and Heather brightened their wands and illuminated the path for the others as they walked on silently. The castle lights slowly grew larger and very curiously, less bright. Heather looked down at the lake, almost obscured by the growing forest, and caught sight of a large white moon reflecting clearer and clearer as they walked.

Through the light wind she heard a grunt and stopped, shining her light on the abrupt jam of their party. Sirius had bumped into Snape’s body, which had knocked into Ron who had bumped into Peter who was pressed up and quaking against a very still Professor Lupin.

Sirius looked down at the ground, at their growing shadows, as the moon bathed them in light. He froze and stuck out an arm, signaling them back to him.

Heather kept her eyes on Professor Lupin’s rigid body as his limbs began to tremble one by one. “It’s a full moon…”

Hermione gasped. “He didn’t take his potion! He’s not safe!”

“Run,” Sirius hissed. “Run! Now!”

Heather turned and stopped, whipping back around to Ron. “Ron…”

He was bent down awkwardly, desperately pulling at the chain around his ankle. Harry dashed forward to help him but Sirius pulled him back, dropping Snape.

“Go! Leave it to me! RUN!”

Heather hesitated with Harry and Hermione, still unsure if it was safe to leave Ron and run away. A sickening snarling noise broke the air. Heather’s eyes flickered over Professor Lupin, or what was left of him not yet morphed into a monstrous figure. His head lengthened out into a long snout with jagged teeth and a slobbering tongue. His shoulders hunched and jutted out inhumanly. Rough hair sprouted out along his face, hands, and neck. His shoes shredded in two and rolled down the hill, as if running from the enormous claws that had split them apart. With a single snap of his long jaws, the werewolf wrenched itself free of the shackles that held on to his wrist and ankle.

A large black streak dashed across Heather’s vision. The blur lunged for the werewolf’s neck and pulled it backwards, away from Peter and Ron. The giant bear-dog held its ground as the werewolf broke free and turned, growling deep. In an instant they were locked, jaw to jaw, claws tearing into shoulders and pulling fur by the clump.

Heather snapped her gaze away from the violent battle and looked around at Harry and Hermione. Both as transfixed as she had been. Ron had stopped pulling on his chains, instead pressing himself to the ground in an attempt to melt away among the grass, and Peter –

“NO!” Heather screamed.

Peter pulled Professor Lupin’s wand up from where it had dropped and aimed its tip at his head.

Harry rushed forward. “Expelliarmus!”

The wand in Peter’s hands flew out into the shrubbery behind. Heather’s breath caught and the scenery almost melted away. The sudden snaps of powerful jaws quieted, the grass seized to sway, and the moonlight brightened around Peter. For a second it felt like Harry had done it. Harry had prevented a horrible disaster.

But Peter grinned at them and Heather’s heart sank. In a blink of an eye, the little man shrunk and transfigured into a large rat with patchy fur and bent whiskers.

Crookshanks – who had taken refuge behind a rock at first sign or Professor Lupin’s condition – now jumped out from the shadows and chased after the bald tail poking out from the shifting grass as Scabbers scurried downhill and away.

Heather clutched her throat and tried to breath in. ‘The Servant Will Break Free And Set Out To Rejoin His Master. The Dark Lord Will Rise Again With His Servant’s Aid, Greater And More Terrible Than Ever Before,’ Trelawney’s raspy voice echoed in her mind over and over in overlapping waves. The prophecy will come true! “No, no, no.”

“He’s gotten away! Sirius needs him!” Harry turned back to the beastly fight happening feet away.

A shrieking wolf howl ripped through the air and before they could dive for the ground next to Ron, the werewolf leapt over them and ran into the forest at full force. The giant dog limped after the wolf, staggering off his intended path more and more with each pained step, padding out of sight.

Hermione dashed for Ron who was still on the ground, arms covering his head protectively.

“Is it gone? Please tell me it’s all miraculously over.” He looked up at Hermione who could only look on to Heather and Harry to answer the question.

Snape was still crumpled on the ground, Sirius was gone, Professor Lupin was gone, and Peter Pettigrew was gone.

“We – We need to get to the castle. We take Ron to Madam Pomfrey and tell Professor Dumbledore Snape’s out here and – ”

“And that Sirius is innocent?” Harry interrupted her. “We have no proof. None at all. And if those dementors find him…” he trailed off.

Heather gulped. He was only a few steps away from her. She took a step towards him and he backed away, already pulling his hand farther out of her reach.

“Harry…” Heather warned.

A wounded whine carried softly through the wind and Harry was off, running down the moonlit grounds into the shadowed forest near the lake’s edge.

She took a step, intending to speed off after to him when she saw Hermione point out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw Snape reaching for the back of his head with a weak hand, but that wasn’t what Hermione was pointing at.

“Dementors!” Hermione took out her wand but did not know which shadowy figure to aim for.

It looked like dozens of unnatural clouds of blackness were blowing in against the wind. The whispy shadows floated in groups across the sky in the same direction as Professor Lupin, Sirius, and Harry, cutting the moonlight beams like nightmare-ish blades as they went.

Heather shivered and fell to her knees, wincing as a cold wave washed over her. Guilt prickled her chest and traveled through her arms, numbing her. She’d let Peter get away. If she had told Harry they could have taken higher precautions. She should have used Expelliarmus on Snape. He could have been restrained and listened to it all. So many things could have prevented Harry from leaving her, running off and facing a werewolf and dementors alone… Heather shook her head, refusing to let her brain dig into her fears. “Think happy… Happy thoughts…” There wasn’t anything happy she could grasp onto. Not a single cheerful event, joyous occasion, or delightful day came to mind. It was all so horrible, painful, and lonely… and cold.

Slowly the image of a large castle pushed through fog, with torches glowing in every window and flames undisturbed by the sweeping wind. A vast lake that reflected every window only disturbed by the ripples from the giant tentacles greeting dozens of small boats. The rush of excitement upon first seeing Hogwarts filled her blood and she sucked in a fresh breath of chilly air.

She looked up and saw the last of the cloaked figures duck below the tree lines. Hermione lay next to Ron and they both looked deeply asleep. Snape got to his feet quickly and looked her way, giving her a cold glare, and turned his attentions to Hermione and Ron.

Heather breathed in again and stood, wiping her grassy hands on her skirt and looked towards the edge of the forest. Harry was in trouble. She hugged and arm around herself and held in a sob, pulling her wand out.

“Don’t even think about it.” Snape growled.

“But Harry – ”

“Take them back to the castle!” Snape pushed her back and ran down the hill. His cloak billowed in the wind making him look like a dementor flying low across the grounds.

“But how am I to – ” Heather cut herself off and gaped at the two stretchers floating at chest-height.

Hermione and Ron each lay on one and when she pushed Hermione’s, Ron’s moved in parallel. She turned back in search of Snape but the wind was already stitching the clouds back together to cover the moon. She had to trust Snape would save him… Professor Snape. If she was trusting him with Harry’s life… and he was risking his own life to save him… he at least deserved that bit of respect from her again.

She turned to her friends and pushed the stretchers up the darkening lawn until she reached the entrance steps. She hesitated with the first step, not sure if she kept pushing it would only ram the stretchers straight into the fifth step, but after a hesitant push she realized the stretchers knew what to do and raised themselves accordingly.

She pushed on the doors and found they opened with easy, left unlocked by Professor Snape from when he rushed out after Professor Lupin.

“Out of bed! Students out of bed!” Mr. Filch screeched from down the entrance hall, waving a finger as he jogged down.

Heather sprinted to the entrance hall stairs yelling back, “Don’t lock the door! There’s more coming!” Shocking Mr. Filch to a halt.

She took the stretchers up to the hospital wing and pounded on the door, wishing Madam Pomfrey would hurry up and take Hermione and Ron so she could run back down to help Professor Snape with Harry… If he’d saved him… She shook her head. “Of course he did.”

“Five more minutes…” Hermione muttered.

“Hermione!” Heather stopped her pounding and shook her awake.

“Miss Potter!”

Heather jumped as Madam Pomfrey flung the door open and scolded her.

“It’s nearly midnight and – Oh my! Bring them in – bring them in.”

Hermione rolled off her stretcher and looked around as Heather took Ron’s stretcher to the farthest bed.

“What happened?” Hermione still looked weary-eyed.

“My question precisely.” Madam Pomfrey’s accusing eyes bore into her, having more than enough reasons to believe it was one of their faults.

“I remember dementors.” Hermione lifted her hand to her mouth. “Oh and I suppose Ron’s leg is also broken from a bite wound.” She rubbed her eyes and stumbled as they followed Ron’s stretcher to a bed.

Madam Pomfrey only rolled her eyes and got to work on Ron. “There’s chocolate in the cupboard if you need it,” she said over her shoulder.

Heather motioned Hermione to sit and opened the cupboard. She scanned shelf after shelf until she spotted brown little chips filled to brim in a lidded jar. She took a handful and walked back to Hermione, pouring them into her hand. She jerked her head and motioned for the chairs against the opposite wall under the large windows. Hermione followed.

“Where’s Harry? He left and… and I don’t remember much after that.”

Heather nodded grimly. “Professor Snape went after him… Hermione I need to tell you – I don’t know why I didn’t before – I should have told you guys but so much happened suddenly and I wasn’t sure how seriously to take it and – ”

Hermione gripped Heather’s shoulder, calming her. “What is it? Just tell me.”

Heather calmed herself with a slow breath out. “I thought it was Sirius Black going back to Voldemort tonight. But it’s really Peter Pettigrew that’s going back.”

“What do you mean?”

“Professor Trelawney – when we were getting the cloak – I bumped into her and she – ” Heather shook her head as Hermione’s eyebrow shot up. “No, I know. Professor Lupin also thought – ”

“Harry finished him, twice if you count his journal. He’s dead three times over. You heard Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black and Professor Lupin in the shack. Peter Pettigrew is a coward. He probably ran off to hid in the forbidden forest and Professor Dumbledore will do something about him if he needs to when we explain it all to him.”

“I suppose… I mean there isn’t anything to do now other than tell Professor Dumbledore everything so he can free Sirius and hopefully forgive Professor Lupin.” Heather knelt on the chair and stared out at the darkness below. The moon was well hidden now and nothing could be seen.

Heather and Hermione both jumped when the doors to the hospital wing flew open and Professor Snape sauntered in with an unconscious Harry floating on a stretcher. Heather ducked quickly behind a bed, not wanting to remind him of her existence. If there was a chance he’d forgotten she’d attacked him only a couple hours ago, then she’d gladly hide from him for the rest of the year until the start of next term. Hopefully summer holidays for adults and school events did the same as for students and learned topics.

“Take Mr. Potter here. He’ll need all the chocolate you have.” Professor Snape pushed the stretcher into Madam Pomfrey’s hands and turned on his heel, ready to leave.

“The dementors – why have they attacked the students? They’re not in the castle are they? Surely the Headmaster – ”

“I’m sure Miss Granger can explain to you enough so that you may imagine what has happened tonight. I, however, must speak to the Headmaster and the Minister before he departs.” Professor Snape’s eyes flashed with eager excitement as he walked out the doors, closing them shut with an echoing thump.

Heather wondered if it was only Harry that he found. She hoped it was, and that Sirius had somehow escaped to his hiding place once more. ‘We won’t need to go that far… All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They’ll be so pleased.’ Professor Snape’s words rang in her head turning his silky tone into a cruel grain.

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Shipwrecked [4/4]

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Summary: When Redd’s boat crashes upon the shore of Bastion Island, Tom reluctantly takes him in while he recovers. Tom despises Redd for his past deceit, but when he has no choice but to spend time with him, Tom is reminded why he fell in love with the wily fox in the first place.

“Welcome!” Mabel chirped, ever a font of enthusiasm. She clasped her paws together. “How can I help you two?”

Redd, looking decidedly uncomfortable, did not speak up. It fell upon Tom to explain.

“He needs a wardrobe.” Tom said. “He lost most of his things in the shipwreck, so we’re replacing what we can.”

Tom could admit, to himself alone, that he would miss the sight of Redd in his shirts. But Redd really should wear more fitting, comfortable clothes instead of baggy tees. And besides, Tom didn’t have that many spares.

“Oh, of course! How many outfits were you thinking?”

“Let’s do five, to start with. And two sets of sleepwear.”

Mabel nodded, then beckoned Redd over to the fitting platform. “Right this way, Mr. Redd.”

“It’s just Redd.” He did not follow the porcupine’s instructions right away, instead murmuring to Tom: “I’ll pay you back for all of it when I can.”

Redd was embarrassed—embarrassed to be unable to provide for himself, to be forced to rely upon Tom’s charity.  

“Don’t worry about it.”

This didn’t reassure Redd; his mouth twisted in discomfort.

“But…”

“Everything alright?” Mabel circled back to them, tape measure in hand.

“Yes, just give us a moment, please.”

When Mabel returned to the platform, Tom tried a different approach. “You’ve been a great help with the boys lately.” Indeed, story time with Redd was now a nightly ritual in the Nook household. They were steadily making their way through Flurry’s entire library. “Just think of it as repayment for that, alright?”

Redd mumbled something unintelligible, but finally nodded his acceptance. They joined Mabel. Redd stepped up on the platform, and Mabel began taking his measurements, jotting them down in a little spiral notebook.

Sable watched them shrewdly from her sewing station. Redd and Sable had never met in person before, but both knew of each other thanks to stories from Tom. Redd saw Sable observing him, and he offered a sheepish smile.

“I suppose we can’t do a complete wingspan measurement for now.” Mable mused. Redd turned away from Sable to look at the younger hedgehog, grateful for the plausible excuse to break away. “I’ll just have to use the measurement of one arm for the other as well. Oh! We can fix you up with a new sling, too. Wouldn’t be hard at all.”

“It’s fine, really,” Redd demurred. “It’s not necessary.”

“Oh pish. It’ll just be a bit of fabric, won’t it?” Mabel trotted over to her sister. “Sable, surely you’ve got something lying around that we could use.”

Redd threw a helpless look to Tom. Tom only shrugged. Once Mabel got started on something, there was no stopping her.

“Here.” Sable offered up a stripe of black fabric. Mable seized it with a happy “Thanks sis!” and then spent a good ten minutes between the front of the store and the back storage room, putting together an ensemble for Redd.

“Okay, you can try these on to start with.” Mabel set a bundle of clothes down in the changing room. “Do you need any help getting dressed?”

Redd colored. “No, I can handle it myself.”

As they waited for Redd to get changed, Tom chatted lightly with Mabel. The young hedgehog was overjoyed that their middle sibling, Label, was making frequent trips into Bastion. By the time Redd emerged from the dressing room, Tom had learned more than he ever needed to know about how Label’s hot pink clothing line was revolutionizing the fashion industry.

“Well?” Redd asked, scuffing his foot on the carpet.

Tom gave him a once-over. Mabel had selected comfortable clothes, suited for island living. Redd wore tan corduroy shorts, and a light pastel color block t-shirt. He didn’t look like a sleazy businessman, but like a true islander. Like he’d fit in well here.

Tom shoved the thought aside. He and Redd had made amends, but Redd was still going to leave in a few short weeks. Best not to dwell on things like that.

“It suits you,” Tom told him.

Redd muttered a thanks before Mabel dragged him off to try on something else.

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Tom chopped apples into slices in his kitchenette for today’s lunch. He was fond of pears, but was infinitely grateful to Alex for bringing other fruits to the island, thereby expanding their cuisine possibilities. He was preparing fruit salad, made of the island’s entire available assortment, and included generous scoops of orange sherbet as well.

He stopped by the Cranny to drop off the boys’ lunches before he headed outside. He found Redd exactly where he thought he would: by the sea, an easel and canvas in front of him. He was working with acrylics today. Redd was painting the shoreline before him, capturing a wave mid-crash. Even partly-done, his work was impressive. It was a bit of luck that the shipwreck had spared the fox’s dominant hand.

A little ways in front of Redd was Julian. The unicorn must have assumed Redd was here to paint him, because he was currently splayed out on sand in a very dramatic pose.

“Make sure you get my best side, glitter!”

Redd, focused on painting a collection of wispy clouds, didn’t pay Julian any mind. Unperturbed, Julian remained in his chosen pose.

Tom nudged Redd’s shoulder with the bowl of fruit salad.

“Lunch.”

“Mmm.” Redd’s gaze didn’t lift from his canvas.

There was a splotch of blue paint on one of his ears. How on earth had he managed that?

Tom set the fruit salad down on the sand beside Redd. The fox’s tail swished lazily back and forth as he worked.

“It looks very good.” Tom complimented.

“Flatterer. I’m out of practice. Been a while since I’ve done something like this.” A while since he’d patined original art instead of copying classical pieces.

Redd added layers to the wavers. They began to look like wild, angry things.

Tom frowned.

“I spoke with Orville. He has spare life jackets he can donate for your boat. And he’s happy to go over basic sailing techniques with you. It won’t be like that again.”

“It was so sudden.” Redd explained, at length. His brush paused on the canvas as his gaze became distant. “One moment the waves were calm, and the next, they were roiling. I’m lucky I got away with just this.” He gestured to his splinted arm.

“Maybe someone can go back with you.” Tom suggested. “One of the dodos at the airline could sail with you and then fly back at port.”

The light in Redd’s eyes dimmed slightly. “Oh, yeah. The dodos. Maybe.”

The air between them felt thick with awkwardness. Tom kicked at the sand, begging someone up there for a distraction.

His prayer was answered in the form of Julian.

“My goodness!” Julian gasped, clutching a hoof to his chest as he ogled Redd’s work. “What a painting! You have captured my beautiful essence! Sublime! Magnifique!”

Redd leveled him a flat look.

“Yes, that’s exactly what he was going for. You truly have a mind for art, Julian.” Tom said.

Julian gave a bow before he pranced off with a self-satisfied smirk.

Redd snickered. Tom chuckled. They seemed to set each other off. Once they started, they couldn’t stop, until they were both letting loose full belly laughs.

~*~

June was a welcome reprieve from the previous month of cold rain. The air was mostly pleasant, occasionally humid. Rain came in short bursts and cleared up just as quickly.

Tonight was mildly warm, and they’d constructed a decent-sized bonfire in the town square. Residents mingled around the area. Flurry and Diana sipped drinks and chatted. Lucky was showing Del the proper marshmallow roasting technique. Julian and Elvis were arguing over whose turn it was to sing at the microphone. Fang grumbled about “kids and their wild parties” and yet mingled with the group anyway.

Tom sat on the swell of a grassy hill, overlooking the plaza. Sable was at his right. She could never sit entirely still, so she’d brought a half-finished scarf along with her to work on.

He watched the impromptu party for several moments, until a thought occurred to him. He straightened up from his casual slouch. Where were the boys? They knew the island, but it was still scorpion season.

“Sable, have you seen—?”

She pointed before he finished his sentence. Tom squinting in the dim lighting to see what she was gesturing towards.

“Oh. Oh no.”

“Mhm.”

Celeste had dragged her brother over to her telescope. Blathers was peering through it as Celeste chattered at his side. The siblings were utterly preoccupied with their occupation, completely oblivious to the three forms sidling up behind them. Timmy, Tommy, and Redd were inching closer and closer. Each of them was holding a fake rubber tarantula. Tom had raised an eyebrow when the boys ordered a box of them a week ago, but hadn’t thought to question why they wanted them. He’d just assumed they were for the Cranny’s stock.

Timmy giggled visibly, his tiny shoulders shaking with laughter. Redd shushed him.

“Shouldn’t we stop them?” Tom asked.

“Better Blathers than me.” Sable said simply, needles clicking lightly as she knit. There was a gleam of mischief in her brown eyes.

“Sable!” She startled a laugh from him.

The boys rose up on their tip-toes to place their fake bugs on Blathers’ shoulders; Redd deposited his rubber tarantula atop the owl’s head.

Blathers, feeling the touch, lifted his wing in confusion. He squawked at the bugs on his wings, and flapped them in panic. In his fright, the tarantula on his head slipped down, landing right between his eyes. Blathers’ resultant squeal turned everyone’s heads.

Timmy and Tommy leaned on each other, bodies wracked with laughter. Redd snickered.

Blathers, having now realized he’d been played, stomped over to the perpetrators. He pointed an accusatory wing at Redd.

“You! You—You—!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, Babbles. Don’t get your feathers in a twist.”

Blathers sputtered indignantly.

“You wouldn’t hurt an invalid, would you?”

“I... well...no…but still!”

Redd sobered. “Sorry, I guess we went too far. I apologize. Put ‘er there.” Redd held out his hand for a shake, to make amends.

Blathers took it—then shrieked again. Redd had palmed him another fake spider. The boys started giggling again.

Tom facepalmed.

~*~

Tom deposited the splint and sling on the coffee table. The fur on Redd’s now-freed arm was a bit matted, unwashed for seven weeks. But the arm itself appeared sound.

“Well?” Tom asked, a touch anxiously. “How does it feel?”

Redd flexed his arm carefully. Drew his fingers into a loose fist before he extended them again.

“A bit tender. Stiff. But better.”

Redd’s ship had been fully patched up about a week ago. Now that the fox’s arm was finally healed, there was no real reason for Redd to stick around. He had confessed to coming here to see Tom. But Tom couldn’t give his heart away so easily a second time. And Redd had never promised to stay, only to visit.

Tom busied himself by picking at some fuzz on the arm of the couch. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to get on your way then.”

“...Actually, I figured I should stick around for a bit.”

“Oh?” Tom was grateful his tone came off at just the right level of interested, not too eager.

“Sure. Should probably hang around another week. Maybe more. You know, just to make sure my arm is strong enough. It’ll be a problem if I get out there and can’t really grasp the wheel.”

“Uncle Redd!”

“...Redd!”

Timmy and Tommy burst into the room, a whirlwind of excitement. Tommy was clutching a new book to his chest.

“Can you read this one to us tonight?”

“...night?”

“Of course.”

The twins noticed Redd’s discarded splint, and squeezed themselves on either side of Redd to cuddle.

“Careful, boys.” Tom warned. He didn’t want them to accidentally hurt Redd in their enthusiasm.

“They’re fine,” Redd said, softly. He gently ruffled the fur on both the boys’ heads.

“K.K. is in town today. Can we all go see him?”

“...him?”

“Who?” Redd asked.

“He’s Uncle Tom’s favorite.”

“...favorite.”

Redd raised an eyebrow at Tom. “Favorite?” He repeated, dryly.

“Favorite  musician.” Tom corrected.

“Can we go? Please?”

“...please?”

“Why not.” Tom said. The boys cheered and scampered off to get ready.

~*~

Lightning bugs blinked in the air as the quartet meandered from the Cranny over to the town plaza. K.K. sat on his customary stool, giving his guitar a quick tuning before his performance. A few villagers were already milling around the area, waiting for the evening concert to begin.

“Right, my dudes and lady dudes, any request?” The musician asked the crowd.

Suggestions were hollered out, and K.K. inevitably went with a jaunty fairground melody. Diana and Julian clapped along to the melody. Isabelle coaxed the twins into dancing with her, and the trio jumped and swayed merrily in the center of the plaza. One song melted into the next, and more villagers joined in. Muffy twirled in elegant pirouettes. Del performed a shambling robot. Neither of them really matched the tone of the music, but they were having fun.

Redd nudged Tom. “You should be out there too.”

“Me?” Tom laughed. “Hardly.”

“What, are you shy?” Redd teased, before he offered his hand. “C’mon. I’ll go with you.”

After a beat, Tom placed his paw in Redd’s. It was warm.

Redd didn’t bring them to the center, instead lingering on the fringe of the group. Neither of them tried to keep up with the frantic beat of the music, instead swaying with each other, from side to side. They were close like this, closer than they had been in some time. Redd smelled like the sea, like his acrylics, like the lemon-scented soap Tom owned. Their noses brushed by accident.

“Sorry.” Redd murmured.

“No, no—it’s fine.” Tom had one hand splayed across Redd’s back. For support.

The music shifted to something slower. Tom groaned inwardly as he recognized the melody. K.K. Love Song. He glanced over to K.K. Timmy and Tommy were next to him, looking rather smug. Had they been the ones to request the song? After all he’d done for them…

At least Redd was unfamiliar with the music. The one saving grace.

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Never a good sign.” Tom quipped, weakly.

“I’m grateful for everything you all did to rebuild my ship.” It was still shocking to hear Redd speak so plainly, so honestly. “But, if it was alright with you, I thought. That maybe instead of going, I could...stay?”

Tom froze. It was what he’d wanted, and now that it was being offered to him, he could scarcely believe it.

Redd mistook his silence for a denial. He began to draw away.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ll go. I can go tomorrow.”

Tom clutched his arm so he wouldn’t slip away. “No! No, I mean—yes. If you wanted to stay I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Redd’s smile was like the sun.

“Good. Great. Yeah.” He let out a breathless laugh of relief.

“We’ll have to pick a plot of land for you. Alex can help coordinate that.”

“We’ll be neighbors. Neighbors,” Redd tested the word out, and seemed to like it. “I’ll badger you for a cup of sugar. You’ll yell at me for mowing my lawn too early in the morning.”

“The boys will lose their baseball in your yard. You’ll have to return it. Over and over again.”

“Will I? Maybe I’ll be a crotchety neighbor. Who wants those darned whippersnappers messing about my perfectly-trimmed lawn?”

Tom laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it.”

Tom did.

It was a good idea for them to live separately, for now. They would wade into it slowly this time, not plummet into the deep end right off. They’d see what happened, how it played out. But even though they were taking their relationship slow, that didn’t mean he couldn’t…

Tom ducked down to press a chaste kiss to Redd’s cheek.

“Welcome home, Redd.”

[cryptidclaw]

The other three apprentices from my Clan Gen! If this was an actual book I think that these 3 would be the main character trio! They all have different and interesting perspectives of the clan and I think seeing how each of them grow would be really interesting!

I've been trying to post clan gen designs everyday but college has started back up and I had a busy weekend so it took me a few days to finish drawing these three T-T

also I had to look up what a pseudo tabby is and all I found was a rare mutation where a tabby is blue with red stripes so that's what I went with for Fennel, I have no clue if that's what this description meant tho lol

Image ID below v

[Image 1 ID: Screenshot from the Clan Generator website which reads “HAWTHORNCLAN; The Demonic and Unstable”./End ID]

[Image 2 ID: A digital drawing of Nightpaw over a black background. He is sitting with his back legs slightly raised and he has a stern, aloof expression on his face. He is a slender black tom with long fur and orange eyes with red linkng the tops of them. his fur fluffs up around the upper parts of his legs, and the rest of his legs are more slender and are a darker shade of black. He has a red scar on the right side of his lip, and a larger one on his lower back. Above him to his right is a screenshot of his description from the clan gennorator which says, “NIGHTPAW- a long haired, black tom, with amber eyes.” below this is written in white hand writing “-Mother & Mentor: Spiderstar; -father was the previous leader; -Spider killed his dad and became leader shortly after Night became an apprentice; - Spider is training him to be her perfect successor’ -partly knows the truth about Spider’s tyranny and her “disappearing” cats but he has been taught to think this is okay; -very aloof personality”. below him the writing is continued and it says “-doesn't know how to talk to other cats; only knows how to give and follow orders”. /End ID]

[Image 3 ID: A digital drawing of two cats, Hornetpaw on the left and Fennelpaw on the right, over a black background. Hornetpaw is standing in a mid turn pose. her head is lowered to the ground and her front paws are unsheathed, she has a scowl on her face and she is looking toward the ground. She is a green eyed, skinny, long spikey furred creamy white molly with yellow and grey calico patches which take the form of jagged alternating stripes on the upper part of her face and continuing down her back and tail. On Hornetpaw’s upper left is a screenshot of her description from the clan generator which says “HORNETPAW- a mostly white, blue and cream ticked tabby calico she cat, with long fur and hazel eyes”. Fennelpaw is on Hornetpaw’s right, sitting crouched low to the ground in a defensive pose, he has a worried/scared expression on his face and he has his ears back. He is a green eyed, short furred classic tabby, his base coat is a blue grey color while his stripes are a rusty red, he also has a white muzzle, paws, chest and tail tip. On Fennelpaw’s upper right is a screenshot of his description from the clan generator which says “FENNELPAW- a red classic “pseudo-tabby” tom, with short fur and green eyes”. Above both cats is written in white hand writing “-Father: Shadowwhisker; -Mother “disappeared” soon after they became apprentices and they were told she abandoned them and the clan; -are bullied a lot by Tansy & Dacepaw bec. they have a “traitor” mother; “Shadow is barely a father to them & just tells them not to be disappointments like their mom”. Below Hornetpaw is written “-Mentor: Swanheart; -Believes her mom is a traitor, but is actually in deep deep denial about the truth; -very upset that Swanheart is her mentor bec. quote, “having a deputy for a mentor should be a honor! but EVERYONE knows he’s weak!”; -desperate to prove herself”. Below Fennelpaw s written “Mentor: Rainclaw; -despite what he has been told he believes his mother was killed; -scaredy cat & terrified of all the cats in the clan; -least scared of Swanheart and wishes he was his mentor instead”./End ID]

[tsuki-chibi]

Blackberries (Adrinette April) Day 15: Aspik and Marinette

Tromper: to deceive, mislead, fool and pronounced like trom-pay

Miel: honey, as in the honey that you would eat and pronounced like me-elle

Chérie: honey, as in a nickname that you would use for your partner and pronounced like sh-ree

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As the yellow light faded around her, Marinette opened her eyes and found herself looking at Adrien - well, not technically Adrien. It was very strange to see him dressed in orange as opposed to black, though she thought that the color still suited him. His outfit was mostly orange, but his stomach and chest were white, and he had black gloves and boots. A fluffy fox tail and two equally fluffy fox ears, all orange with white tips, completed his look.

Though when Adrien opened his eyes to look back at her, and she saw his green eyes through an orange mask, it was almost more than her heart could take.

'Aspik,' he thought, squinting at her.

'What?' Marinette thought, baffled.

'If I had the snake miraculous, that's totally the kind of cool name that would suit me,' he thought, and Marinette rolled her eyes so hard that it hurt.

"Seriously?" she said out loud. "You can spend time thinking up superhero names for us that go with every miraculous if you want to, but right now you need to focus on a name for fox you. I can't call you Chat Noir." Even though he would always be her kitty.

His expression softened and he sent a wave of affection towards her even as he said, "How about Tromper?"

Deceive. Marinette cocked her head and nodded. It made sense for the fox, since his power was all about illusions. "That works. And me?"

"Miel," he said with a smirk.

"Fine, but don't think you can get away with calling me Chérie on the field," she said, wagging her finger in his face.

Tromper chuckled, grabbed her hand, and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. He hadn't done that since they'd lost their miraculous and Miel couldn't have stopped her smile if she tried. There was a spark in his eyes that had been missing for a long time now - a spark that she had been a little afraid she would never see again. As strange as it was to be standing opposite her partner in yellow and black stripes as opposed to red and black spots, she couldn't deny that she had missed this in ways she had never dared to put into words.

"Miel, Tromper, good luck," Master Fu said, and Miel started. She had almost forgotten that Master Fu was there. When she glanced at him, he was looking between them with an expression she struggled to identify. Wistful, perhaps, or regretful. She found she didn’t are.

"Thank you. We'll meet up with you again after the battle," Miel said. She reached for her hip and found not a yoyo, but a spinning top. It was smooth beneath her gloved fingertips, but the point was sharp. That was what she was supposed to use for her attack, according to Pollen. It was too bad they weren't going against Hawkmoth. Miel would have enjoyed jabbing Hawkmoth with this.

'So violent,' Tromper thought, pulling forth his flute with one hand and reached for her hand with the other. They went past Fu and out the door, this time unafraid. But the street was still empty of zombies, so they didn’t get to try out their new powers just yet.

'We have to find Coccinelle and Lynx,' Miel thought. Now that the newness of their transformations was wearing off, she could feel herself settling into her usual businesslike demeanour. 'They've probably gone somewhere to recoup from Zombizou, but where?'

Tromper wrinkled his face up. 'Lynx would have to feed Plagg because he used Cataclysm. It's unlikely that he would have had cheese on him, whoever he is,' he thought. 'Where's the nearest cheese store?'

It took a moment of experimentation before Miel figured out how to open the spinning top and use it the way she would've used her yoyo, but she was able to look up the location of the nearest high-end cheese shop. Both she and Tromper took to the rooftops to avoid the zombies. A thrill of joy ran through her as she threw out the spinning top and let it yank her through the air - it moved much quicker than her yoyo, leaving her breathless. A rush of happiness from Tromper through their bond had her smile stretching from ear-to-ear as he easily leapt up to join her.

They headed east towards the shop, and within five minutes Miel knew they were on the right track. Because there, right on the rooftops where anyone could see her, was Coccinelle. She was pacing back and forth and wringing her hands together. When Miel and Tromper landed on the rooftop, she jumped about a foot in the air and immediately lashed out with her yoyo. Tromper, used to dodging the yoyo after spending hours sparring with Ladybug, easily dodged the weapon and grabbed it, preventing Coccinelle from yanking it back.

"It's okay. We're on your side," Miel said soothingly, holding her hands up. "We're here to help."

"Who are you?!" Coccinelle demanded, eyes darting between them.

"I'm Miel and this is Tromper. The guardian sent us," Miel said.

Coccinelle's shoulders dropped, but she continued to eye them warily. "He didn't say anything about other people to me. He only said that a cat would be coming."

"He had to find us first," Miel improvised, since she didn't think Coccinelle would appreciate being told that she and Lynx were hopelessly out of their depths. Even if it was true.

"How do I know that you're not part of Zombizou's zombies?" Coccinelle said.

"Do you see us trying to kiss you?" Tromper said dryly, folding his arms across his chest, and Coccinelle blinked for a moment.

"I guess not," she said finally. "Can you let go of my yoyo?"

"Only if you promise not to try to attack us again," Tromper replied.

"I promise," Coccinelle said, and Tromper obediently let go. Coccinelle twisted her wrist to bring the yoyo back when a simple twitch of the finger would have done, and as a result nearly brained Lynx when he appeared on the roof beside her. Lynx just barely ducked in time and Coccinelle let out a horrified squeak.

"Maybe just put it away," Miel said quickly, exchanging a look with Tromper. Had she ever been that uncoordinated with her yoyo? By the time Master Fu had taken the Ladybug miraculous away, that yoyo had felt like an extension of Miel's being. She itched with the urge to get her hands on it, because she knew that she and Chat Noir would be able to put an end to this nonsense -

"Who are you?" Lynx demanded.

"They've come to help us," Coccinelle said. "Miel and Tromper." She pointed to each of them in turn.

Lynx gave them a distrustful look. "I don't think we need your help."

"That's too bad, because you totally do," Tromper said, undeterred. "Look, what you've been doing so far isn't working. Coccinelle, you almost got your miraculous stolen. And Lynx, you toppled the Eiffel Tower. If you two go at Zombizou again without having kind of a plan in place, there's no telling what will happen."

"We're doing the best we can!" Coccinelle said, clearly offended.

"We know," Miel said gently. "But I think if the four of us work together, we can get a lot further. The akuma is in her lipstick."

"How do you know that?" Lynx said.

"Because..." Miel trailed off, unwittingly remembering how Madame Bustier had stood in front of her and thrown her purse at the akuma. That akuma never would have been at the school if Marinette hadn't let her temper get the best of her. It was her fault that Madame Bustier had been akumatized.

'No, it's not,' Tromper thought immediately. 'Don't go down that path. The only person at fault here is Hawkmoth and you know that as well as I do. You have the right to be angry, Marinette.' He put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch fortified her a bit, giving her the strength to force a smile.

"We've been watching the live footage and the lipstick tube makes the most sense," Miel said. "That's what she's using to gain control over people, and it's the only thing about her that doesn’t fit."

Coccinelle looked at Lynx, then shrugged. "I... I guess that makes sense. But how are we going to get it away from her? She's been keeping it close to her the whole time."

"You'll have to call for your Lucky Charm when the moment is right," Miel told her. "It'll give me - you - a clue as to how we can do this." She rushed over her error, hoping that neither of them had noticed, but Lynx's eyes narrowed.

"You're the old Ladybug and Chat Noir," he said in sudden realization.

"What, really?" Coccinelle exclaimed, staring at them with a strange look.

"Yeah, that's us," Tromper said, smiling tightly. "So trust us when we say, we know a little bit about how to handle this."

[strawberrybouvine]

Beetlejuice Fairy AU Info 🧚‍♂️💫 !

I got bored a few days ago and wrote some stuff down for this au cause I'm invested lol

This is mostly just basic notes for designs and what this au is, most of it is subject to change, but I hope it sounds alright so far !

Miscellaneous Info 

Emily dies, Charles moves himself and Lydia out into the country of some far off place to help get her in a new environment 

Charles may have taken time off of his job or has a different one that would allow the move out of the city 

House is Emily's childhood home, a well sized cottage. Not around much civilization, but not entirely solitary, lots of woods and nature. 

Has a beautiful large garden, upkeep seems to be recent. Charles believes there might be a resident garden. Is there? 

Delia is very much there, and very much the same as the musical, tho she may be more of a wiccan sort. 

Lydia goes on an adventure to find her moms spirit 

Charles legitimately probably freaks out and him and Delia go on an adventure to find Lydia 

Maitlands are there at somepoint, as what idk yet 

Is there an antagonist??? Probably?? (Juno maybe???)

Conflict might be the dangers of dabbling with spirit world/darker things. 

Mainly focusing on found family, healing and Magic

Lots of ghibli vibes 

Lydia Deetz 

Lil older than OG Lydias, about 16 yrs old 

Mom was a nature/healing oriented witch 

Found out about it when Emily died 

Has Emily's spell books and tomes of mythical creature information

Determined to learn how to harness magic, believes she can do so since her mom could 

Leaves home to track down a source to bring Emily back to life at most, or talk to her spirit at least 

Meets Fairy!Beej cause of a mix up of a legend she read 

Meets Maitlands AFTER Beetlejuice 

Beetlejuice 

Dark/Spirit spectrum fairy 

Wears mostly browns, greens and blacks 

Has beetle wings, the carapace being black with a green shine and his wings membranes are light brown with green at the tips 

Wears leaves and flowers, a black flower cloak drapes his shoulders with a green flower petal tie held in place by a wooden beetle. Off white shirt with rolled sleeves, brown and green leaves hangs from his waist in a sort of tunic pattern. Black and white striped leggings with brown boots 

Has big floppy ears !! Used for emoting, left ear has a small chip in the middle 

Might have a tail?? Up for debate 

Very bright golden eyes, very inhuman 

Maybe green skin, up for change 

gets trapped by Lydia cause she believes he can grant wishes 

Wants to help her cause he believes she can help him find a way to get/do something I'm still thinking of lol 

Flirts with maitlands 

Mood ring hair still, not a solid color, black roots with mostly green. 

The Maitlands 

Both are small creatures, with wings, not fairy/pixie tho 

Different elemental properties yet complementary ones 

Barbara's hair is probably longer than in the musical, design has a very tough but warm look/feel 

Adam has a homely design, simple yet natural, makes you admire him in a parental sense

Worry for Lydia when they encounter her 

Meet Lydia mid way?? Maybe earlier, notice her haggard expression and want to help this poor child that's wandering through the enchanted forest 

Very wary around Beej at first. 

Barbara helps Lydia with the navigation and magic learning, Adam helps with the translations and ingredients for spells. Both have a knowledge for Botany and Plant info 

[nightly-ruse]

Squirrelflight, Squirrellllfliiiiighhhtttt

I almost backed out of giving her the black from Sandstorm but then decided to do it again. The chimera black was inspired by @lockandkeyhyena and a little adorable trans Squilf image he did! I always think of the one girl from Charlie and the chocolate factory and how she says Squirrel when I read Squirrelflight….

(ID- Squirrel is a red cat with a fluffy tail and black tortie patches all across her red pelt. She is facing the left with her head titled to the camera, her tail curled down and in on itself and her back leg tucked under her. She is looking at the camera with bright green eyes, her right eye half closed and a smile across her face. She is mostly a orangey red color with darker red stripes, a heart spot on her shoulder, red ears, red neck stripe, and red paws. Orange is in her nose and fluffy inner ear tufts as well as across her belly and chest. White is on the tip of her tail, on her belly, chest, front paws, ear tips, and freckles under her eyes. Black patches are on the top of her tail, back leg, and half of her face. The signature “Nightly Ruse” is on her tail in a faint red. End ID)