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[mandy-asimp]

When She Calls

Lilia Calderu x Life!reader (she/her)

Warnings: language, deaths, sprinkles of angst, fluff, smut (but that's for waaay down the build up), whole lotta friendship, I'm like 87% sure that's it

Summary: when Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no. But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

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chapter 1

Life was a cat. A beautiful, tamed white kitty. A fur coat so majestic any other cat would be jealous of her. Especially with the lavish life she lived under the care of a certain divination witch. She fed the best of the best canned food, not that cheap shit other owners used. Lilia, that was the witch, always enjoyed the furry companionship. Her familiar since her fourth lesson. Introduced by her Maestra all those centuries ago. She remembers the day so vividly. 

"You know I don't like tea leaves..." Young Lilia had complained sitting at the table. Her big brown eyes stared into the golden cup. The crushed leaves sitting at the bottom. “Can we possibly skip them?” Her curious tone made the older woman laugh.

“What will motivate you to try harder, hmm?” Her wised chuckle was interrupted by the faintest meow. Both had caught it and were searching the surrounding area. Jumping to the entrance as a white ball of love came strutting up to them, rubbing against Maestra’s leg and meowing again. “It is good to see you again as well. Lilia, this is-”

“Meow!” The cat had spoken louder. Now rubbing against the young witch’s dress, only to get scooped up and smothered by the human.

“Maestra! She’s beautiful! Is she yours?” Lilia pressed her cheek to the cat who was purring madly in her arms. Warming into comfort the longer she was held. 

There was a shake of a head, “She is your familiar. Your protector, even. She will never leave your side. But enough cat talk, you have leaves to learn!” the wised hands clapped the focus back to the cup.

That lesson was the best one Lilia had had since starting her journey. Even that evening when she was ready for bed, the silky white fluff had found its way into her arms and nudged her nose with her own. The two were inseparable after their first day together. Wherever Lilia was, a meow could be heard close behind. Any worries she had were shared within each tiny meow. Even as they had gone through time together, they never left the other. 

“Meow,” the cat spoke softly into the morning air. Already trying to wiggle closer into Lilia’s natural warmth. The heat had gone out again, but better during the spring than winter again.

“I know dolcezza, we should get up and open shouldn’t we?” Lilia’s morning voice was gravely and always full of sleep. “Why don’t you start at the front and I’ll start the coffee, hmm? I’ll have your breakfast all ready by the time you come back.”

Another meow was given as the feline crawled out the bed. Stretching once on the floor before running off to the front. It was like this every morning. How it got here, beyond both of them, but one day Life had managed to open everything while Lilia slept her wine hangover off a little longer.. And that's how their days went. Opening and waiting patiently in a rundown shop for anyone to come in. The cat in the window while Lilia stood always in the back, waiting to make her mystical entrance at any time.

Except for one particular Friday. Life naturally glowed in the window…until an all familiar purple witch began to walk up. A teenager in tow, his lips moving and asking questions as the witch opened the door. “Just follow my…” Her piercing blue eyes had caught sight of the cat. The one who’s cool grey eyes stared right back. There was a beat where they both questioned the reality of this situation.

“Welcome in…are we looking ahead or behind us?” Lilia had come from the back, the beaded curtain swaying as she walked through. Her fronting faltered at the sight of the infamous woman. Instantly, her eyes fell to the cat who was still staring directly at Agatha Harkness. “You’re freaking my cat out. Whatever it is, Harkness, beat it.” 

The woman gave her cunning smirk, “Haven’t even heard the pitch yet, Lilia! And plus, your little familiar is freaking me out more anyways. She stares with too much purpose for a cat.” She slipped into the chair at the table. “I’m walking the Road and I need a divination witch. What do you say?”

The older one opened her mouth to speak, but Life beat her to it. “Meow, meow!” She cried while coming over finally. Hoping on to the table in front of Lilia and glaring at Agatha. Her tail wacking against the table in annoyance. Hard, thundering wacks echoed against the wood as the room stared in mixes of confusion.

How dare Agatha try this scheme right in front of her? To come in and try and trick Lilia into a dooming end? Not while she was there, she was going to hold her promise to Maestra. “She’s a beautiful baby,” her voice was soft as they both stared at the newborn. “How did you come across her? I remember being there with her mother..”

“She was dropped off at the coven's doors, we sensed great potential in her. Lilia seems most fitting, wouldn't you agree, Life?” Her magic swirled above the baby’s head, making her burst into tiny laughs and warming the room instantly. 

Life laughed along, “she certainly is. I see an incredible life for her. She’ll-”

“Don't. I want to experience it all first hand. I need you to promise something though. I need you to promise you’ll never leave her alone once her coven is gone?” Maestra grabbed ahold of her hand and squeezed it. Knowing that eventually she would be on her own. “Promise that when she is starting her journey in the craft, you will come back and be with her for it all?”

The silence was subtle and short. “I promise. I promise to never let anything ruin her life.”

“Meow.” It almost rolled out as a growl, a warning for the brunette to leave now.

“Lilia, your cat is a bit of a pain.” Agatha rolled her eyes and went to swat the pet off the table. Only getting a clawful paw to the back of her hand. “Ow!” Three red lines started to slowly show blood.

The older witch furrowed her brows, never did her familiar bare her claws. “Aye! Dolcezza we don't scratch!” She patted the cat's butt before pushing her off the table. “Either way, what witch in their right mind would join Agatha Harkness on the Witch’s Road?”

“As a matter of fact, We’re not looking for right minded witches!” The boy had chirped, drawing the room's attention to his presence. 

“Who’s this?” Lilia’s finger was raised and pointing across the way. 

“Oh I’m-,”

“My pet. Say hi, Pet.” Agatha cut him off, earning a cautious glance from Lilia and her cat to begin sniffing at the boy's clothes. 

“Either way, I’m not interested.” She spun and headed into the back, everyone following her as well. And as Lilia reached the threshold into the kitchen, she began screaming. Her hands were shaking around her head.

Life hated seeing this suddenly. It had been put down and away for so long and now here it was again. For the first time in years, Lilia was going through her life out of sequence again. All Life could do as a cat was meow around her feet, trying to call her back to this period of time.Throwing her whole tiny body against the legs covered by the dark magenta skirt.

“Looks like we came to the right place,” Agatha had whispered in the back. “Listen, Lilia. What do you have to lose? Your familiar? I'm sure she’ll be fine. And…it seems like this place is also on the line.” She waved the eviction notice in the air for a few seconds before Lilia snatched it away.

“What? You want me to walk it with you so you can take my power?” Lilia bit back, eyes narrowing in a cold way. It wasn’t enough though to make the brunette back away. “I said, I wasn’t interested.” Her body turned away and stilled.

The room around came to life in flickering lights, running faucets, and cabinets opening and closing. “What’s going on?” The boy had questioned while taking everything in. Life began to assume he was new to all this, and her mind could only focus on who he was in it with.

“Witchcraft.” Agatha’s eyes trained , waiting to see what this was going to produce for her. 

Few seconds had gone by and the divine was handing the paper back over. “There…your coven for this journey. Now leave, and leave me out of this all.

“Oh, but your name is on here?” Agatha flipped the paper once more.

“Can't deny yourself, can you?” The teen jumped in with a subtle laugh. 

They had slid the address over the table, both leaving with victorious grins. Leaving Lilia to stare at it and just sigh, ignoring how her heart pounded into her ribs and the air in her lungs vanished. “What is this witch getting me into..”

~

That was the worst night for both of them. The quietness filled the home without fail as Lilia changed into something more suitable for the Road. Settling for blue wide legs, and a white top she’s owned for what seemed forever. (Life had replaced it with a new one every time it got too worn...what? Lilia really liked the top and she enjoyed seeing her happy.) 

The witch stopped right before grabbing her coat. All her attention went to the white cat that stared so intently out the window. Breaking it at the sound of Lilia’s calls. “I can’t bring you with me.” She stated, ignoring the meow of protest as she quickly grabbed her coat and left the home. Slipping out the front quicker than Life could. Using all her strength not to look at the windows where she knew the cat would be. 

Life did in fact watch her drive off. Giving the disbelief a minute to settle itself before she no longer walked on all fours, but just on two. Life stood as the being she was, glowing softly into the dark home. “She really left me…is she insane?!” She spoke to nobody but the thin air around. Giving a frustrated groan as she realized she was going with no matter what, and that there would be a haunting feeling no matter what. But simply, she made a promise and she wasn’t going to break it after over four hundred years.

~

Chapter 2.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Fix You-Part 4

Kelly Severide x Reader x Matt Casey/Sevasey x Reader

You decide you're staying in Chicago, with your boys

warnings: passing mentions of sex, someone getting shot

“So, let me get this straight” Rein started then stopped to laugh and you cut her off by asking “What are you laughing at woman?” she came back closer to the phone “My own wording? I said let me get this straight about you and a couple. That’s so far from straight” you stared at the phone for a moment and slowly shook your head. “You know if you ever met Kelly, you’d get this statement even more but mine and my brother’s taste in people significantly worries me” 

She gasped playfully then said “Wait, what about Matt?” you grinned “Oh, his taste in people worries me but woman ask your question I need to get ready for work” she took a breath to steady herself “Ok, ok. You were ready to fight another station house, correct?” “Hell yes. Their idiot captain put Matt, Kelly and Capp at risk” you replied and she made a noise that you knew was her sucking air between her teeth and you could practically see that little wrinkle that got between her eyebrows when she made that noise “But you then dove over Cruz’s shoulder to swing on that captain because he continued to antagonize Matt and Kelly” “Yeah, so?” you were starting to get a little defensive. 

“Then when you got the flu,regardless of the fact that they could’ve in turn got it and been out of work for days. They used the three days they were off to camp out on your couch and take care of you, correct?” you sighed “Yeah”    

Rein called your name almost gently and you winced “What?” “You have feelings for them and they have feelings for you” you couldn’t deny it. You knew you had feelings for Matt and Kelly but how would that even work? They were a couple, a committed couple. Hell that was stepping into even more than Fireball stepped into with her guys and you and her had gotten into some pretty deep late night talks about feelings of inadequacy. 

“I don’t know what to do about it” you admitted and she laughed lightly “Here’s an idea, I know it’s crazy but hear me out..talk to them”  you laughed “Rein,have I ever told you how much help you are?” she giggled “Glad to be of assistance sis. Now get to work with your hunky firemen. Your brother will be home soon and I know you don’t want him over hearing anything good” 

“Ok, love ya” “Love ya too” you hung up and stared at the phone for a minute before climbing out of bed. Laying here wasn’t getting anything done.

“I’m telling you, there is something on the roof” Sylvie was staring up at the roof of the ambulance as you pulled back up to fifty one from your last call. You cut her eyes at her “Wasn’t there a dead raccoon on the road like right under the tree we parked at?” she nodded and your eyes widened “What if we have a raccoon up there?” 

“I’ll call animal control” she hopped out of the rig to hit the number but you figured why the hell wait. You’d worked with animal control more than once in New York. You were certified in the safe handling of most smaller wildlife. You opened the door of the ambulance and hooked your foot in the side of it before pushing yourself up and climbing onto the roof. You caught Cruz’s voice saying “Someone go get Casey and Severide” and laughed. Why were you getting told on?

You heard something again and squatted down next to the lights to find two tiny gray bundles squeaking at you. Babies!

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“Why is she on top of the rig?” Matt asked Kelly, both of them staring up at you and wondering just how you'd managed to get up there that fast. Kelly shrugged “I'm not exactly sure. Sylvie said something about raccoons on the last call” 

Matt turned to look at his boyfriend like he'd grown a second head about the time he heard you call his name. He looked up, blocking his eyes from the sun to see you had two little furry bundles in your hands “Is that baby raccoons Spitfire?” He asked and you grinned “Yeah! Now one of you prop me a ladder up so it'll be easier to get down with the little guys. They were hid under the lights they're terrified” 

Kelly grinned “I got you sweetheart” and Matt shook his head “We're not keeping raccoons” he could hear you and Kelly already talking about what to name the raccoons.

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“Why can’t I keep it?” you asked Matt who smiled “They’re illegal to have as pets in illinois! The animal rescue that’s coming is run by Ritter’s cousin. She’s going to let you name them and even said you and Kelly can visit them all you want”  You sighed “Fine” he grinned “What are you gonna name em?” 

You cut your eyes at Kelly before running your fingers over the baby raccoon he held “This one is smokey” then held up the one in your hand “and this one is bandit” Kelly grinned “I love em” and Matt shook his head but you saw the corner of his lips tic up “I’ll let Glory know. Smokey and Bandit”

After Glory took the babies away you were helping to get dinner ready in the kitchen, mainly because your stomach was threatening to eat other organs if it didn’t get anything in it soon. Matt walked past you on a rather large growl of it and raised an eyebrow “Have you eaten anything today?” you shrugged “I think” and mentally cursed her when Sylvie popped up with “No! She hasn’t” you spun around “Snitch!”

Cruz laughed from where he was stirring the chili “I think personally we should all just not let you leave. I mean the snowball fight was the most fun we’ve had around here in a while” “Then the entertainment of her going after that captain” Tony added and you shook your head “Do I get a say in the matter?” Kelly stepped up behind you and you had to look up at him “Of course, but your temp contract is coming up where you could sign on to be permanent”

You opened your mouth to say something but clamped it back shut, afraid you’d stammer if you tried and Matt cleared his throat “That’s enough, everyone and that includes you baby. We aren’t gonna convince her to stay by cornering her”  you shot him a small smile “Thank you” and he nodded before saying “Of course, another station house..their captain may not take up for you like that” and grinned when you shook your head.

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You sat down next to Sylvie and felt your phone vibrate. You picked it up to see you’d been added to a group chat. When you clicked it, only you, Matt and Kelly were in it. You cut your eyes across the room and the two of them were already looking at you. Taking notes from Mouse and Jay now? Really?

Kelly: Something had to have worked. They got their girl

Matt: We’re trying to figure out how to get ours

You felt your face warm. What were they thinking? This was not when this discussion should be had. My contract is coming up,in 6 weeks

Matt: One date?

Kelly: Please?

That was the problem. You knew if you agreed to one date, that would be it. The issue was, what if they didn’t want you like you wanted them. Would they go to this extreme to just get a threesome for one night? No. They took care of you when you were sick. They protected you on scenes. They opened up to you and let you open up to them but you always planned to go home to New York. One date 

Everyone’s attention in the room flew to them when Matt choked on his water and Kelly nearly spit a mouth full of chili out. You couldn’t help but laugh. Sylvie looked from you to them then raised an eyebrow “Did you send them a nude or something?” she whispered and you shook your head “No, I agreed to a date” 

“You’re getting ready, like right now?” Rein asked and you laughed “Yeah, you’re laying on the bed, on speaker phone so I can finish getting dressed before they get here” “Oh damn, you mean I am currently in your bed and your brother’s bed?” she asked before she cracked up laughing. You shook your head “I’m nervous. I haven’t dated that much since I’ve been in Chicago and now there’s two gorgeous men on the way to pick me up”

“Well don’t you have..shoot Fireball and Firecracker who’s in the same boat?” she questioned and you shrugged “Similar boats. Fireball, her fellas were kind of a thing when they figured out they wanted her then when they got back stateside they all went their separate ways then the fellas moved in together then eventually she moved in with them. Firecracker, that one is the exception. She took one look at her fellas and told em if they wanted her they had to figure out their crap first”

Rein sighed dramatically “Alas I only have your brother” and you started laughing “Sorry dear, someone had to take him” your phone chimed with the group chat between you, Fireball and Firecracker so you picked it up. “Was that loverboys?” she asked as you clicked the screen “No, it’s the girls” Fireball: Have fun, we want details tomorrow  Firecracker: Lots of details 

You shook your head and texted back There won’t be that many details but I’ll meet you two for coffee in the a.m.

Before you could lay your phone down a text came through from Matt Hey darlin, be there in 5. I’ll come up for you you cursed and realized you were still barefooted “I gotta go Rein. The guys will be here like any minute and I don’t currently have shoes on” she laughed “Oh hun. Love you” “Love you”

You were walking next to Matt, who reached out for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “Will you take a breath please?” you cut your eyes at him and he smiled “You’re nervous. We can both tell” Kelly stepped around from Matt’s other side to slip his arm around your waist “Why? We like you, we stayed at your place for like three days and have seen you at your worst and believe me baby” he pulled back and blatantly checked you out “You were cute as hell then and drop dead gorgeous now” 

You felt your face warm as you shook your head “This is just..” “New?” Matt offered “A little weird?” Kelly suggested and you shrugged “unexpected?” 

“How so?” Matt asked, steering the three of you to a bench, where they purposely put you between them. “I always planned to go home to New York after my aunt passed and I got my uncle squared away” Matt nodded “We wouldn’t stand in way of that if that’s what you actually wanted” Kelly scoffed “We might” which caused you and Matt both to cut your eyes at him. He grinned “I’m kidding but still, like we could let her walk away?”

You sighed, staring down at your hands and fidgeting with your rings. “You two love each other. You’re gorgeous. Why do you want me?” 

Matt laughed lightly “Well the day you came rolling into fifty one it felt like the air itself got a little lighter” Kelly nodded “It damn sure got brighter from where we’re sitting” you shook your head “Be serious you two” 

“We are” Matt defended, turning to take both of your hands in one of his and you felt Kelly move closer to your side. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get him to open up on Shay’s birthday?” you cut your eyes at Kelly who nodded “Since she died, yet you came flying in. Made me eat, got me to talk and made me pull my head out of my ass to realize I was blocking Matt out from what was going on in my head and heart and that wasn’t fair to neither of us”

“The day you stood toe to toe with another firehouse in our defense” you shook your head “Capp was in there too” Kelly leaned down to whisper “You weren’t yelling about Capp. You were yelling about your captain and your lieutenant” you smiled slightly “Ok, point taken”

“You’re quiet at times you should be loud, loud at times you should be quiet” Matt laughed. “You barely sleep, can’t function without music and drink more coffee than the truck and squad combined” Kelly added and you started to stand up “Well geez just invite me out to tell me all my faults”

“Sit down” Kelly spoke low and you found yourself sitting. Matt smirked “Yeah I do the same” They both took one of your hands “You also have the ability to talk the entire house, us included into a snowball fight at two in the morning” Matt spoke, thumb tracing the back of your hand. “You make the best pancakes and can somehow correctly guess someone’s favorite color within minutes of talking to them” Kelly added, bumping his knee against yours.

“You pick up on people’s moods and can figure out what they need to help them. You go above and beyond for those you call your friends. You’re the most amazing woman we’ve ever met” Matt whispered and Kelly leaned over to add “And we think we could treat you right if you just gave us a chance here”  “And if we don’t work out?” you asked, not looking at either of them.

“Give us the six weeks you have left. A real chance. If you don’t want us then, we’ll help you pack and pay to have your stuff shipped back to New York” Matt offered. You raised your eyes up to look at him “Confident or cocky there Casey?” Kelly leaned over “Little bit of both? C’mon, the worst thing that happens is we take you out and spend time with you over the next six weeks. If you want sex, we’ll happily oblige. Then if you want to tear our hearts out and leave us, we’ll even pay for you to do so”

You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth “I’m gonna have to make sure you both can kiss before I agree to anything”  before you could say anything else Kelly’s hand was gripping your chin gently to turn your face towards him. The moment his lips brushed against yours, you melted against him. He grinned into the kiss, licking into your mouth as he pulled you closer to him. You moaned lightly before having to pull away to get air “Fuck Sev” you breathed and he grinned “So I get a passing grade apparently” and looked over you at Matt “Baby, you’re up” 

Matt turned you towards him, his touch was a bit more gentle than Kelly but just as demanding. He kissed you slowly, savoring the feel of your lips on his, his hand slipping back to cup your head and hold you in place as he deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue against yours and when you whimpered lightly he pulled away, laughing when you chased his lips. He grinned “Think I passed too”

You shook your head slowly “This is going to be interesting to say the least” and they both stood up each offering you a hand “C’mon spitfire. The night isn’t even over yet darlin” Matt teased with a wink.

“Welcome to the club” Fireball laughed, clicking her glass against yours. Matt and Kelly were playing darts against Jay and Mouse. Firecracker had texted that her, Connor and Will were on the way too. “I still have a couple weeks before my temp contract is up” you reminded her and she cut her eyes over the guys. “You look at them how I look at Jay and Greg. You’re staying honey”

You raised an eyebrow and she grinned “It’s me Spitfire. I walked into a preexisting thing. I know how it feels to think you’re on the outside, to want to fall so bad but hold yourself back. Hell I left Chicago when they were asking me to stay because I just felt like I didn’t deserve being loved like that. Don’t hold yourself back. Bad shit happened to us when we held ourselves back from each other, I think about it too much, of what would’ve happened had we just stayed together when we got home”

“It’s barely been two months” you whispered and she grinned “That you’ve been dating them. You’ve known them for how long now?” and you smiled slightly “True” she shrugged, taking a sip of her beer “I’m just saying, if you care about them, think you could love them..don’t let it slip away” 

You woke up with Matt’s arms wrapped around your waist, your upper body curled up to Kelly’s chest. “What time is it?” you whispered and Kelly groaned, looking over his shoulder at the time “Early enough we can get breakfast at that place you like if we get up now”

You grinned “Sounds good to me” he pressed a kiss to your lips then leaned over you to catch Matt’s lips in a kiss. Matt pulled you back into a kiss once Kelly released him “Have you decided what you’re doing yet darlin?” your contract was up this week. There was no way you could leave Chicago. There was no way you could leave these two. 

“I think I’m going to stay” you all but whispered and they both froze. “Did she say she’s staying?” Matt asked Kelly who grinned “She did” you shook your head with a smile “Did you two really think I was going to leave?” Matt shrugged “We weren’t sure” “We hoped you weren’t” Kelly added.

You looked from Kelly back to Matt “I’m happy with the two of you, though I am going to have to renew my lease” Kelly waved a hand around the room “I own the loft baby. Why should you pay rent?” you shook your head “I can’t do that” “Bull. You’re our girl” Kelly argued and Matt nuzzled his face into your neck before telling Kelly “Don’t argue with her but darlin, there’s a spare room here if you’re not comfortable being in here with us every night quite yet. We can find middle ground here”

You nodded slowly “I really care about you two, I hope you know that” “We really care about you too” Matt replied and Kelly added “A lot” you smiled “I’ll think about moving in, ok?” “Ok. Lets go get breakfast” Kelly agreed.

You were walking through the common area when a call rang out for an ambulance to respond to an officer having gotten shot. Your heart hit your feet simply because you knew too many people. You cut your eyes at Sylvie as you ran to the rig.

You jumped in the driver’s seat and she jumped in the passenger seat as you pulled out onto the road. “Tell me it wasn’t intelligence” you asked and she flinched “It was” you felt your stomach knot.

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You pulled the ambulance to a stop when  you spotted Voight’s suv and jumped out, grabbing your bag. “Who is it?” you asked him, falling in step. “Jay” 

You stood in the waiting room, between Matt and Kelly. Both of them had their arms wrapped around you. Fireball was curled into Mouse’s chest, her hand holding onto Firecracker who was curled into Will’s chest. The four of them were clinging to each other while Connor was tasked with saving the brother of the man he loved and one of the boyfriends of one of his closest friends. 

“Jay’s strong. He’s survived worse. You and Sylvie got him here alive darlin” Matt whispered in your ear. You nodded, eyes not leaving the four in front of you “Still doesn’t help my heart seeing my friends in pain” 

You spotted Connor and knew your knees weakened because Kelly and Matt’s arms tightened around you. You held your breath when Fireball, Mouse and Will stood up. When Fireball slung herself into Connor’s arms hugging him and they both laughed you let out a shaking breath. He was ok. Jay was ok.

Fireball looked over at you with tears in her eyes and mouthed “Thank you” you nodded “Go to your guy” she grinned and grabbed Mouse before following Connor down the hall “See? You helped save him” Kelly told you.

You turned to look at the two of them and felt a smile slip onto your face “We’re off tomorrow right?” they both nodded. You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth before saying “Help me move into the loft?” smiles slipped onto both of their faces “We can get your stuff tonight” Kelly offered and Matt shook his head “She’s tired!”

You laughed lightly “I am, so can we go home?” Kelly grinned “Yes ma’am” and he grabbed one of your hands while Matt grabbed the other.

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[moonzzip]

my song for you | prologue

a/n — I decided to make this mini-series in celebration of g-d's new album (and due to the lack of new stories these days), I've been busy and that's why I haven't been releasing any more stories, but I hope you like this one, I'll release the next chapter soon!

summary: your passion for music has always been something that kept you grounded, but soon you found yourself lost. your friend gets you into trouble, and you wonder if your wounds will ever heal.

pairing: jiyong x pianist!gn!reader

!warnings: mention of toxic family, bruises, blood, fainting

lowercase letters, w.c: 2,1k

nothing. nothing comes to your mind, nothing.

you play, play, and play the keys, but nothing forms.

the sound is empty, the melody is empty, the notes are empty, everything, absolutely everything is empty.

none of the forms give you feeling, never satisfied with what you're doing.

everything is bad, everything sounds bad, you don't feel like you're doing it right, nothing seems right.

your hands tremble, your fists want to clench, false notes, off-key sounds, your finger clicked the wrong key, your foot stepped wrong, you missed by a millisecond, you played two at the same time, you played none.

and you stop.

your breath is tired, frustrated, disgusted, agonized. your soul feels broken and empty, lonely.

that song that once made you happy no longer fills you.

you've been playing the piano for as long as you can remember. your family is a great pianist family, so you always had this obligation to know how to play. everyone in the family was considered a prodigy.

but not you.

you were slower compared to your cousins, took longer to understand compared to your aunts when they were children, didn't have the motor coordination of your mother or the speed of your father.

you were incomplete.

the scars on the top of your hand say it all, every little scratch, purple mark, dripping blood, silenced scream, cry, and sweat.

even so, you never felt anger toward them, your family.

much less hatred for the piano.

it was an object, it wasn’t its fault.

it wasn’t the piano that made your blood run, it wasn’t the piano that made your tears fall.

you used the piano as an escape, despite it having brought you misery.

anger rises to your head, your fists finally clench completely and begin to strike the instrument fiercely, horrible sounds coming out due to the aggression on the black and white keys, your screams scratch your throat, your body sore and tired, your mind full, yet empty at the same time, too messy, your already dried tears no longer fall.

you continue the attack for a while, until exhaustion almost wins.

you bite your lips so hard they bleed, your head tilts back, the blood running down your lips, your vision blurs, and your body falls back, staring at the ceiling as you let out a sigh, and everything goes dark.

your feet walk along the crowded sidewalk, your hands in furry, warm gloves, looking at your feet but still seeing ahead to avoid bumping into someone.

you stop at the edge of the sidewalk, now looking up, the cars passing at high speed, countless people on the other side and beside you. you sigh, hiding your face in your warm scarf, your eyes catching the large sign meters away from you: ‘galaxy corporation,’ and you sigh again.

what was your friend thinking? he called you out of nowhere, saying he needed you to come to the company where he works because it was urgent. what the hell could be so urgent that he needed your help? nothing comes to mind. your day had been going so well, you had slept reasonably well, and it was cold enough to stay under the blankets for as long as you wanted. just thinking about it makes you yawn, stretching your back, hearing a small crack, and adjusting your clothes, brushing off invisible dust.

well, here goes nothing.

the door opens automatically, the warm air hitting your face. you breathe in satisfaction and step inside—it’s well-lit and spacious—the door closes behind you. you take off your scarf and store it in your bag. there aren't many people, a small group and some scattered around, but nothing beyond that.

you wonder if your friend is waiting for you down here. you look around but decide to go to the reception.

“ah... excuse me?” the receptionist looks up and gives you a small but still gentle smile.

“hello! how can I help you?”

you try to return the smile, but it feels awkward, so you continue, “mr. kim jonghoon called me and asked me to come. could you check if he’s here?”

you could just call him, but this isn’t the first time jonghoon has called you out of nowhere saying he has something important to say, only to disappear when you try to call back. you’re not in the mood to waste your phone credits on him.

“ah! kim jonghoon-ssi? just a moment.”

you watch her pick up the fancy black phone and dial some numbers. it rings, and jonghoon answers almost instantly.

that bastard. he knew you wouldn’t come if he kept answering and responding to your questions. this man is getting too clever for your liking. you roll your eyes internally.

the receptionist is smiling like an idiot on the phone. jonghoon has a habit of flirting with people, but he could do that another time.

the sound of the phone being placed back on the receiver pulls you from your thoughts.

“he is in the building, yes. he’ll be here soon, please wait patiently.”

it’s not like you have anywhere else to go.

you look around and see an empty armchair nearby. it looks comfortable, so you sit down. you wonder if he’ll take long, then pull out your phone, looking for something to do.

ah... you should have downloaded some games.

would it be rude to put on your headphones? you think about it but take them out anyway, connecting them via bluetooth. you scroll through your spotify, maybe something by bigbang? lots of options, your finger hovers over a few, clicks one, skips, until you find one.

‘my heaven’ appears on your screen. ah... this song is so good. you remember watching the m/v when you were younger. you used to follow the group more closely. they were your inspiration to play that... thing. after a while, you just gave up on music altogether.

you sigh, looking at your hands, the scars hidden beneath the gloves, running from your elbows to your fingertips.

hours and hours, endlessly playing that thing, until your nails broke and your fingers formed calluses, or until you passed out. most times, that’s how it went.that leather whip was used on your delicate little hands, mercilessly, without pause.

you had always been a well-behaved child, never complained, never gave a reason for such methods to be used, but apparently, your difficulty in learning was reason enough.

always put down, always compared to everyone in your family—

"your aunt learned this in three days."

"your sister wouldn’t make a mistake like that."

"you never get this right on the first try. useless."

things like that.jonghoon only knows the surface. you never had the courage to give him many details, and you don’t plan to.

he understands. he never crosses that line, and that’s it.

you played so much, so much, participated in so many projects nonstop, took courses, tests, competitions, but never received a 'congratulations', never an applause. it was as if you were performing for no one.

but you never complained. as long as you liked playing, nothing could affect you.

until it did.

your thoughts are once again interrupted by a light kick to your shoe. it’s jonghoon.

(internally, you thank him for pulling you out of those thoughts.)

“hey, ___!”, he greets you excitedly.you look at him blankly before putting him in a headlock, muttering angrily,

“you bastard. you call me in the middle of the night, say it’s important, then ignore me? you know I have no patience for this, and you call me at 3 AM?? I’m going to kill you, kim jonghoon.”

he knows you’re really mad when you say his full name.

“a-ah, _-__, I can’t talk—”

you tighten your grip.

“your silence is starting to please me, jonghoon. you in a coffin would be even better.”

he taps your arm, and you loosen slightly.

“i-if you let me g-go, I c-can talk.”

you click your tongue and release him, crossing your arms.

“speak. before I change my mind and leave.”

he knows you’re not joking, so he hurries.

“so... I kind of... signed you up for a temporary job... playing piano for an artist’s production here.”

kim jonghoon was a dead man that day.

...or so you wish.

but here you were, sitting at a table with your friend in front of you. he bought you lunch, so you forgave him—temporarily. two days, you told him.

"jonghoon, you know i haven't played in three years. what the hell were you thinking!?" your voice rose slightly, laced with disappointment, and you didn’t hide it.

he lowered his head a bit, knowing what he did wasn’t right. "sorry, ___… i just wanted to help. seeing you in the same situation as three years ago makes me anxious. i hate seeing you like that at home, and—"

letting out a frustrated sigh, you ran your hands through your hair, elbows resting on the table. "this is something i'm working on, jonghoon. i know you want to help, but—" you stared at the table, eyes slowly filling with tears.

"it’s not something that heals just like that... i hate the piano. i hate my music. i hate my family. and i hate hating these things."

the man in front of you stood up and walked over, gently running his fingers through your hair. "look… i know what i did was wrong, but ___…"

he hesitated, and you looked up at him. "i know you don’t actually hate the piano. i know you don’t truly hate your music. it’s what lifted you out of where you were, ___. don’t say that, please."

you looked at him, anger flashing in your eyes. "kim jonghoon, don’t talk about things you don’t understand."

you stood from your chair, grabbing your things. "sometimes, you're just like them. you try to dictate how i feel. you don’t know anything. you shouldn’t have done this, and you know it."

you walked toward the door, ready to leave. "i’m not completely mad. i get that you want to help, but… just leave me alone. for a while."

just before you reached for the handle, the large door swung open. you took a few steps back as a man entered.

his colorful hair, cap with a scarf tied over it, yellow-tinted glasses, vibrant clothes, and perfectly painted nails made him stand out. he brought color into the dull, lifeless room—like a stylish rainbow.

jonghoon perked up, walking over to the man.

"jiyong-ssi! hey, how are you!?" he greeted the man enthusiastically, who smiled at him and bowed at a precise 90-degree angle.

"jonghoon-ssi, hello. i'm doing well. and you?" his voice was calm and deep, slightly raspy but steady. the more energetic man simply smiled and nodded in agreement.

you stood with your hands in your pockets, feeling a little out of place, glancing around.

the man with colorful hair noticed you in the room and fidgeted with his hands slightly but still greeted you. "you must be ___-ssi, right?"

you nodded with a small ��yes’ and bowed at 90 degrees as well, polite. the man in front of you did the same. "i'm kwon jiyong. nice to meet you. i heard you’ve been playing piano for years—i’m interested in your work."

you stared at him for a few seconds, but before you could respond, jonghoon cut in. "ahh, ___ is definitely interested, jiyong-ssi! i told them about the job, and they rushed right over—you can trust me on this."

giving your friend a deadly glare, he continued undeterred. "the absolute best pianist in the world is standing right in front of you! i’ve never seen anyone like them—pure dedication! the music that comes from ___'s fingers takes me to heaven, seriously!"

you rolled your eyes at jonghoon’s exaggerated praises but stayed silent. he wasn’t going to give up on making you play again. you didn’t know how to feel about it—grateful or incredibly frustrated.

the more energetic man pulled you and jiyong by the arms, making you both sit at the table as he started talking.

"___, jiyong-ssi recently started producing his third solo album, something highly anticipated by his fans, of course. it’s not every day that g-dragon releases an album, and—"

ah.that’s why kwon jiyong seemed familiar to you.

the man sitting beside you was g-dragon.

you put your elbows on the table and buried your head in your hands.

what the hell had you gotten yourself into?

a/n – so, I wrote this while listening to gd’s ‘drama’, seriously, what a wonderful album, where I live it came out at 2 in the morning, but I woke up to listen to it, I don’t regret it one bit, thank you for the wonderful album gd, I have no complaints (and never have). thanks for reading! I’ll release part one soon, I think it will have at most 3 parts (not counting the prologue), but I can’t guarantee anything. feel free to correct any mistakes!

[shanklin]

"What if Stan gives Shanklin a Mini Mr. Mystery outfit? The two be twinning!"

Dear 500-word-ask!anon from my inbox. Have my answer for the first 14 words.

Selfish Shellfish AU - Masterpost

Shanklin found him. Somehow, hundreds of miles away from home, Shanklin found him.

Soos almost ran him over on accident but Stan took the steering wheel at the very last second and turned it around.

The sudden drift and following emergency brake had them almost break right through the windshield, but Stan didn’t care about his bruised shoulder and bleeding head. He recognized that screeching grin anywhere.

He threw himself out of the car and stumbled onto the street, frantically looking around for his friend.

“Shanklin! SHANKLIN!”

It wasn’t just his imagination, right? Stan was certain he saw his little possum. Stan turned around and ran back to the car. Did they hit him? Did he kill another member of his family? 

Stan sank to the ground. Please please don’t let it be true. Not Shanklin. Stan closed his eyes tightly and tried to block out the world around him until he felt little pricks on his thigh, little claws scratching his pants and the skin underneath.

A tiny furry body squeezed itselfs into a gap in between his curled up body and nestled comfortably on his lap.

Stan cradled the possum into his arms, hid his face in the scruffy fur and wept silently. Shanklin came back to him. For him. 

Soos suggested Shanklin might be magical, some sort of animal wizard or something, and Stan couldn’t help but agree.

“You really are magic, aren’t you? The smartest, most mysterious possum the world has ever seen!”

In response, the banana piece Shanklin was messily chewing on fell out of his mouth and he bit on the fabric in Stan's hands instead.

“Hey, that’s for the show, stop that! HEY!”

It took much more effort than expected to get Shanklin into the Mini Mr. Mystery outfit. For a super smart magical wizard pet he sure acted like a wild animal sometimes.No matter, Stan had succeeded and Shankling looked, quite honestly, really damn cute. Stan had been hoping for a more cool aesthetic, but the little hat, tie and suit combo was just adorable and matched his own perfectly.

Stan tried not to think about how much Grauntie Mabel would love it. How proud she would be, if things were different. She had taught him all about making comfortable clothes for animals, when Ford had kicked him out of their shared room in the attic that one time.

He, Fidds and Grunkle Dipper needed more space for an all night DD&mD extravaganza, so Stan had to go.

Back then Stan had tried to ask if he could join but chickened out at the last minute. 

“Stan, don't touch that. Those are some highly advanced calculations for later game play. I don’t want them all messed up. You wouldn’t understand”

Stan took a look at the sheets and it was true. Nothing on them made a lick of sense, but he had hoped they could just do the math for him and he could still be there for the fun bits.

The fun bits being the times when Stan heard them laughing and screaming in delight. The ones that became inside jokes that no one explained to Stan. And if he would asked them to, they’d just laugh harder.

But they were right, Stan wouldn’t understand. He’d just mess everything up.  

So he went downstairs, where Grauntie Mabel made him a warm chocolatey Mabel Juice variant and taught him all about how to sew in an emergency, in case you see a cute animal that would be even cuter in a little blazer. 

Sewing and creating miniature outfits was surprisingly fun and when he heard laughter from above and Grauntie Mabel put her arms around him in sympathy, he felt not as alone as usual.

“I know it’s hard,” she told him looking pained, “but we need to let those nerds do their own thing. If we go and force them to do stuff they don’t want to, it will just end badly for all of us. I’ve been through it before and trust me. This is for the best.”

Stan leaned into her and let himself be comforted by her warmth.

Stan did not tell her that he just wanted to play with them and not force them to do something else.

And he did not ask her why she constantly agreed with Dipper's plans then, even though she clearly didn’t want to. 

“Okay, I trust you.” he said instead and got rewarded with a kiss on his head and a cuddle. 

Mini Mr. Mystery was a blazing success! 

Everyone loved Shanklin, even if he almost ate his hat halfway through the show. 

If his luck streak continued, Stan would soon make enough money to pay Soos back for all that he had wasted on him.

Stan took a bow and held Shanklin out to the crowd who squeaked in protest.

The “awws” in response were justified. His Shanklin was adorable!

“Look at you and your twin!”

Shanklin started to squirm. Stan held him tighter and forced a grin.

“Almost identical. You can barely tell them apart.” 

oh don’t be silly. it’s easy. the freak with the glasses is the smart one and the one who looks like he can’t count to three is the spare

The crowd laughed.

mocking laughter, red cheeks, six fingered hands hiding away

“So if you’re the creative one then that must make this little guy the smart one right?”

don’t you ever call him that again

Stan's grip loosened and Shanklin attacked, jumping right onto the worst offender, scratching and biting. 

or i’ll make sure you won’t live long enough to regret it

The crowd jumped and screamed as the possum ran through, attacking everyone that looked like a threat. In midst the panic a path formed and Stan ran until his legs gave out.

Shanklin was still by his side when he finally collapsed and cuddled up next to him. Stan pet his head, now free of the fez.

Maybe Stan just wasn’t cut out for this twinning thing.

Later Soos would find them both fast asleep under a park tree. He swore up and down that Shanklin showed him the way and Stan swore that he never left his side.

[catierambles]

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 5

have chapter 5 before i go to bed

“Blue Wolves don’t exist.” Sy said, “They’re just some fairy story. Duality of man, or some shit.”

��Bryan, we can turn into primordially large wolves.” Walter said, giving him a look and Sy shrugged. “They exist. One in every...million wolves is Blue, or something like that? I’ve known people who knew people, but I’ve never—the majority of us will never encounter one.”

“What’s a Blue Wolf?” Samantha asked.

“Back before we settled on the terms Alpha, Beta, Omega, and Null to describe where wolves fell in the hierarchy, or didn’t, we were named after the phases of the moon.” Walter started, “Alphas were Full Wolves, Betas were Half Wolves, Omegas were Crescent Wolves, and Nulls were New Wolves.”

“Makes sense.” Samantha said, “Don’t like the implication that Alphas are “more of a wolf” than the others.”

“Yeah, it’s why we changed the wordin’.” Sy said. “There’s a myth, well we thought it was a myth, that just like there will rarely be two full moons in a month, there are wolves that manifest as two different things. Alpha and Beta, Beta and Omega. That kinda thing. They can swap between the two.”

“So why do you think I’m this...Blue Wolf?” Samantha asked.

“Because babygirl, right now you feel like an Omega.” Sy said, “You shouldn’t feel like anythin’ before your first shift, we don’t manifest as anythin’ until the first time we turn furry. But you feel like an Omega, and when August was pullin’ macho bullshit, you felt like an Alpha. Is why he listened to you. Female Alphas outrank male Alphas.”

“Blue Wolves manifest early, either in childhood or when first infected.” Walter said, “Gives their wolves time to figure out what’s going to be the dominant aspect. Or so go the stories.”

“And mine is...”

“Omega, I’m guessin’.” Sy said, “But you’ve been swappin’ back and forth. Probably why Geralt’s all broody and Walker’s bein’ a dick. They’re both Alphas.”

“You’re not, though.” Samantha said.

“Don’t get me wrong, doll, I’m an Alpha, and I’m feelin’ it, but I can rein that shit in.” Sy said and she nodded. “Simply put, babe, you’re confusin’ the hell outta our wolves. One second you feel like an Omega so we wanna protect you, the next you feel like an unknown Alpha so we wanna get you the hell outta our territory, then they realize female Alpha and nevermind. You’re givin’em whiplash.”

“I could go,” She said, “If that would make it better or easier on you.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Geralt said and they looked at him, “Not until you can control it.”

“Geralt?” Samantha asked.

“I’m a Tracker with the Pack Council.” Geralt said, “We hunt down and deal with Feral wolves when they show up. We also have a long standing order to take any Blue Wolves we come across into custody and bring them back to the Council. It was put in place long before we went public.”

“Why, though?” Samantha asked, “If you all thought they didn’t exist...”

“I don’t know.” Geralt admitted, “You’re the first I’ve met.”

“So you’re going to—”

“No.” Geralt said, cutting her off, “I’m not. If they’re sending Trackers after Blue Wolves, it can’t be for a reason that benefits the wolf. I’m not taking you to them. They’re not going anywhere near you.”

“Is that the “Must Protect Omega” thing?” Samantha asked.

“No.” He said simply, “It’s because you’re my Mate and they’re not getting anywhere near you.” The statement hung in the air.

“Mine too.” Mike said after a moment of silence, “Felt it when I reached out with my wolf.”

“And mine.” Walter admitted, “Realized when I helped her after she first woke up. Her wolf felt...familiar.”

“Fuck, thought it was just me.” Sy said, rubbing a hand over his head almost sheepishly.

“All four of you?” Samantha asked and August crossed the room in quick strides, pulling her against him with an arm around her waist and kissing her hard, his other hand coming up to weave into her hair as he tilted her head for easier access. Her fingers curled around his biceps, fingertips digging into his arms and she went up on her toes slightly to get closer to him as her eyes closed. “Okay, oof.” She breathed when he pulled away.

“You too, August?” Sy asked and he nodded. “Well, shit.”

“I don’t—I don’t understand.” Samantha said.

“Only female Alphas can have more than one Mate.” Walter said, “You may not be...fully Alpha, if you want to quantify such a thing, but the fact that you are means you can.”

“Until you can control it, sweetheart, we gotta keep you away from other wolves that don’t know. Be a shit show if you swapped aspects without realizin’.” Sy said and she nodded.

“I know a Blue Wolf.” August said, “Someone I worked with at the Agency, he’s Alpha Dominant/Beta Passive. I can reach out to him, see if he has any tips for her.”

“Who is this guy?” Sy asked.

“Mouthpiece for the Council.” August said.

“He ain’t goin’ anywhere near her.” Sy said, “I don’t care if he is one, if the Council is hard up tryin’ to find Blues—”

“I know Napoleon.” August said, “I’m not saying he has incriminating evidence of all the sitting Councilors on a deadman switch ready to get leaked to the media, I’m also not saying he doesn’t.”

“Yeah, I gotcha.” Sy said, “Let’s try to get her through her first shift, then we’ll figure it out. It may come naturally after that, I dunno.”

“It's getting late.” Samantha said, “And I'm starting to feel it. Walter, you can have your bed back, sorry I took it.”

“Don't be, love.” Walter said.

“I can crash out on the--August!” He had scooped her up in his arms, making her cling to him in surprise.

“Easy with her leg!” Sy said but he didn't respond, carrying her up the stairs and to his room. After he laid her down on the bed, she watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off before pulling the plain tshirt he had underneath over his head. He was encased in heavy muscle and his chest had a layer of dark hair that vanished into his pants. She couldn't stop herself from giving him a slow sweep of her eyes, remembering the strength of his kiss. He undid his belt, pushing his pants down and off but keeping his boxer briefs in place. Climbing onto the bed, he propped himself above her, his hand on her waist.

“Do I still feel like an Omega?” Sy told her she had been switching between the two, but she hadn't felt any difference with herself.

“Yes.” August said, “I want nothing more than to take care of my Mate, but you're still healing, so I'll settle for simply being close to you.” Reaching up, she touched the side of his face, her thumb moving over the heavy stubble covering his cheek, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers gently. She knew she should be nervous, anxious, or even scared being in bed with him given their previous interactions, but she simply...wasn’t. It was like some deep seated instinct was telling her he would never hurt her, that she was safe with him.

“How much of it is me?” She asked when he pulled away, “And how much of it is the wolf?”

“It's both in equal measure.” August said, “You're not my Mate because you're a wolf, you're my Mate because you're you.” She simply nodded and he kissed her again, needing to remind himself that she was still injured before he let it go any further. It was tough, though, as she arched into him and he eased down onto her, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue against hers fluidly. His thigh pressed against hers and her breath hitched in pain, making him pull away. He simply gave her an apologetic smile before relaxing next to her, pulling her against him with his arm around her waist.

Samantha listened to him fall asleep, his warmth at her back somehow...soothing. His Mate. She was his Mate. She was their Mate.

Bullshit.

If she knew anything, it was that attractive men were the most manipulative and they were all very attractive. They saw some weakness in her, some want to be looked after, even though she didn’t think she had given them such an impression. It was a weakness they were trying to exploit for their own benefit. Care for her, make her think she was something special to them, and then when they got what they wanted from her, cast her aside like refuse.

Regardless, here was better than where she had been. She’d ride it out for as long as she amused them, fully keeping in mind the only outcome, let them live in their belief they had her and then move on when they no longer wanted her. She’d play along, and it wouldn’t be difficult to make them think she wanted them as well. Some part of her did, or else she wouldn’t react to them as she was. Mike’s scent, August’s kisses, the gentle touches of the others. It lit a fire in her chest that was equal parts familiar and terrifying.

If Jonathan had taught her anything, it was that she could only trust herself and she was nothing more than something to be used and ultimately discarded.

[kings-paintbrush]

FREAKING EXACTLY, god this is so cool and well spoken I jesusss. Off topic but in my furry Yellowjackets (art pending) Natalie is a Vulture. Mostly bc I !! Actually disagree with raccoon natalie. I don’t know why, I just do. I feel like I picked vulture for a lot of the reasons you’d pick a wolf. They go in packs, droves. Nat’s always been a team player and idk, in the winter she really did feel like a scavenger. (Not only did they eat the corpse of Jackie- already “killed” for them by the wilderness), I think like, She’s always had to work with what she had. Scavenge off of the harsh land, take the wilderness scraps. She was appointed leader, in one of the worst possible conditions, and yet persisted!

back onnn topic ish, what are your opinions on bunny Jackie? It’s a pretty like “duh” on but I’ve seen someone make her a squirrel and a dog I think!

You said, "Open up your mouth and tell me what you mean.”

I said, "I'm gonna marry the scariest girl on the cheerleading team.”

[soulspeed]

last lifers but make them furries ✨ (species under cut)

grian - stoat

scar - tabby cat

mumbo - terrier

jimmy - rabbit

joel - tiger

scott - unicorn/deer

impulse - boar

skizz - great dane

tango - lemur

etho - arctic wolf

bdubs - mutt

cleo - wolverine

martyn - jackal

ren - red wolf

lizzie - calico cat

bigb - badger

pearl - dingo

also this is last life specifically bc my headcanons for their species and designs change based on the seasons and im ill about last life specifically ❤️ some of them im not super happy with and would probably change later but whateva!!

[jellyaibo]

closed species are so funny like what if i just make a design . will you fucking stop me? ooooOOoooo ill make a primagen oooOOoO THE PENCIL IS ON MY PAAAAPER OOOOoooOoOOo

[chalkrub]

pwyw com from last month ! these are closed now but i will open again at the end of feb maybe

[taffywabbit]

funny fluffy skunk for @shockpine my good friend @shockpine!!!! yay yippee hooray 🦨

[inutiliacapra]

worm and salmon woodburning :))) 🪱

eerrrm .. finally woodburning this piece... that i had sitting in my closet for 2 years... also uhhhmmm *dies* i almost died when i didnt take my meds for the last 3 days never fucking do that it was HORRIBLE but im glad to be back on them things feel better

[ronkeyroo]

I'll 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 through concrete Past the dirt and through the cracks There will be 𝙣𝙤 surface that keeps me down

[skunkes]

micro comic with no real point or punchline i just have conversations i wanna draw out sometimes

[paperfen]

Torbek says to keep yourself safe, but theres more art below the cut! CW: Scars and discussion of surgery

Fun Fen Fact! Some back surgeries require surgeons to go through the abdomen, and although newer research is showing the complications of doing so, I don't think feywild witchlight doctors really care about that! :) In my own personal headcanon (hehehe) I say that Torbek has quite a large scar on his back and a thin long scar on his abdomen where the tubing of the witchlight was pulled through and grafted to his body tissue and possibly organs. Each of the scars that has a witchlight tube connected to it constantly seems infected and angry. Both because Torbek messes with his tubes a lot and because his body is still aggravated by the witchlight. The only scar that has healed somewhat cleanly is the scar on his front, which will probably eventually grow fur again in time once Torbek stops picking at the scabs (so me fr). The notch in his ear is from him ripping out the tag that was once in it. His right paw is more or less permanently disfigured and discolored, being the dominant hand that he would use for combat and therefore being the most witchlight-manipulated. The visible veins of witchlight on his right claws glow and pulse, sometimes entirely seeming to disappear. I really really really wish I knew how his canisters work I want to know their mechanical secrets so BADLY!!! I'm only up to ep 34 im dying to learn the secrets of the Torbek I also find it extremely amusing that I did the lineart for the warning but not the lineart for the actual piece that the warning is for LMAO

[givemedamage]

damn i should’ve titled this why is every state animal a whitetail deer?…… (the things innards are under the cut )

[catcomixzstudios]

I can barely begin to express how much the course of my life has been altered because of a 40 minute highlight video done by @jelloapocalypse and friends riffing over a 20 year old sky pirate game.

I made an off-handed comment after watching it together with two of my longtime friends, about how much I wish I had what Vyrsa had, and one of those friends STRAIGHT-UP TELLS ME that her and her wife have been crushing on me for a while.

The feeling was mutual, though I'd been of course hesitant to even hint at it.

Anyway now a few months later, we're a thruple, and we decided to honor the genesis of our relationship by cosplaying as the trio that made it a reality for my 30th birthday!

PinkCatNinja, me (CatComixzStudios), and ArtieStokes as Aika, Vyce Vyrsa, and Fina respectively, from SKIES OF ARCADIA!

And as a bonus, a comment I left on the video before my egg would crack completely (was still IDing as genderfluid at the time)