#Snapdragon (non-canon)

[everf-redesign]

Aquamarine Breezie Redesign!

I....may have gone slightly insane with the breezies redesign, and if they resemble wings of fire seawings i swear thats probably because this one could probably pass for Tsunami hhhjkshdfjka

I wanted them to be a little more "creature" and less "smol pony w faerie wings". So they've got this fins on their head and their tail is a similar material, and can act as a sail to more accurately fly. They can also actually fly instead of relying on gusts of wind because im sorry that's horrible creature design the breezies are LITERALLY HELPLESS without wind HOW HAVE THEY SURVIVED PREDATORS???!?!

(ahem)

Anyways, they've also got bioluminescent spots, that allow them to signal to each other midair or during night flights. Their antennae also glow, and their unspoken language is surprisingly complex.

They do have a verbal language, but it's mostly used when communicating with non-Breezies. It's very similar to Ponytongue, but it sounds both incredibly formal and incredibly rude. They are not a kind species, and can become invasive if not heavily monitored. They ARE sentient, but with a massive superiority complex, despite the fact that they're a tenth the size of most other sentient species. They are incredibly difficult to work with. One must watch their phrasing at all times, because the breezies are INCREDIBLY literal and will take vengeance if they feel they've been slighted. They have surprisingly sharp teeth.

Sorry this turned more into a breezies as a whole instead of this breezie, but she's some background character that I've not got many headcanons on hadjsfhadkjfa

I did decide to call her Snapdragon though. If you've got any headcanons to share feel free!

[worldly-fluster]

Snapdragon

Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC! Reader

Part 1 of ?

*This will be Non-Canon BTW it starts with Dragon!Sylus and goes into normal Sylus*

Warnings: Blood, cussing...I think that's it lol

**non-mc but will be called MC because it's easier to write than (y/n) every time 👍**

-The Start of Something Normal-

-1st person POV- changes throughout**

Have you ever wondered if there was something...more?

Something other than going to a 9-5 and paying rent with all you earned, there must be something else.

At least I had my games right?

-

Today is weird.

Just weird.

Ever since I woke up from a weird dream, that I can't even remember, I've been randomly smelling flowers.

Checked the LADS game, flowers.

Got ready for work, flowers.

Delt with customers, flowers.

But I'm the only one smelling it?

Maybe it's the stress, I'll just have to take melatonin when I get home.

-

As I walked through the front door of my apartment, coming home after a long day at work, I was greeted by dark silence. I hate living alone...

I sighed as I placed my keys on the shelves by my door and threw my heavy jacket on top of them. I limped slightly into my living room/kitchen, my feet hurting from standing all day. When I reached the couch, my nose was assaulted by the smell of flowers once again causing me to groan.

"What the fuck... Bruh." I plopped down on the cheap leather futon with a weeze, reaching for the bottle of melatonin gummies I threw on there the other night.

Popping two into in my mouth, I grabbed the iPad next to the bottle and opened up the Love and Deepspace app.

I smiled when I saw Sylus show up immediately on the screen, my heart doing a badump as I sang quietly along to the intro.

Finally getting onto the game, I went to the daily login that I forgot to get this morning, ignoring Zayne standing there in his Panda onesie.

After completing the normal, I didn't know what to do, so I went to check the memories. Only then did I remember I never actually watched the new Dragon Sylus cards...

From what I heard about them it seemed traumatizing. But I guess if I had nothing else to do?...I'm gonna regret it aren't I.

The smell of flowers hit my nose again, even stronger than before, when I tapped the first one I saw called 'Abyssal Blossom'.

As the memory loads, the iPad glitches and shuts off. Maybe I forgot to charge it and it died? The smell of flowers is almost overwhelming, as if I'm standing in a field full of them.

I started feeling tired, so tired that I could hardly stand up so I decided to just sleep for a while on the futon. I fell asleep quickly.

-

This dream?...felt familiar...and too real.

The scent of the flowers made more sense here, the field looking familiar...oh its almost exactly like the flower field you can see in one of Sylus' Dragon cards.

What was the name of it again? Abyssal something...

Oh whatever, these flowers are nice. The scent kinda comforts me, almost like a mix of vanilla citrus? With a slight hint of herbal lavender I think... I don't know I'm bad with identifying stuff.

This dream is quite detailed though, the flowers, the dirt, the nice cool breeze and warm rays of sun on my skin...wait, what's that? Looks like something flying in the sky? A big bird maybe...it's coming closer? Oh shit, what the fuck-?!

The air was knocked out of my lungs as I was picked up and yoinked through the air.

"Are you here to try to kill me?"

I blinked up at the...man? Are we flying??

"No?"

I wheezed out my answer, it sounding more like a question in my shock as I clung onto him. The man? narrowed his eyes at me.

Are those red eyes? And horns? Why does he look like Sylus?? Wait, Dragon Sylus???

He seemed to search my face for something, his own relaxing a bit as he found what he was looking for.

"Then why are you in my territory?"

"I don't know, I just woke up here..."

"Woke up here? Who, in their right mind, would come into my territory for any reason?"

"I don't know...I just remember falling asleep at home and waking up in this field. It's beautiful by the way."

"Hm..."

"What should I call you? I'm MC."

"...Stayrus*" (Something that sounds similar lol)

"...How about Sylus?"

"Do what you want. It'll be up to me whether I answer or not."

"So...where are you taking me?"

"To my home, where I will be keeping an eye on you."

"Oh okay."

"Don't get any ideas human. I'm bored and I have been waiting for something interesting."

"I mean, I figured. No one just goes out and picks up a random stranger without being a little bored."

He grunts as he continues flying through the sky.

He brought me to a cave opening at the top of a deep canyon, he sat me down and lightly pushed me inside.

"You will be staying here until I say so."

"Alrighty. Any rules?"

"No...you are oddly okay with this."

"Well," I shrug, "it's either this or fend for myself in an unfamiliar place outside."

-

"Sylus?"

"..."

"Um...Stayraytus??"

"That was terrible."

"Sorry..."

"..." He sighs, "What is it?"

"So...I have zero survival skills...can you teach me how to survive here? Please?"

"...child."

"Yes...sorry."

-

It's been about a week since Sylus, yes he started answering to it, let me stay in his 'home'. He started teaching me some survival things, like how to find food, telling me to ask him first if the thing is edible. Other than that, it was...boring.

In my boredom, while Sylus lay on the cool cave floor surrounded by gold, I started stretching.

Touching my toes, bending to the side, balancing on one foot like a flamingo...you name it, I was trying to do it.

I was in the downward dog position when Sylus spoke.

"What are you doing?"

"...yoga?"

"...yugo."

"Pffft-" I couldn't help but laugh a bit, "it's Yo-gah."

"...why are you doing whatever that's called?"

"It's so my body doesn't get stiff."

"...how old are you?"

"23."

"..."

"...Don't you dare say it."

Sylus grunted as he went back to messing with his golden lamp thing.

After a bit of silence he spoke.

"I'm 27."

I looked up at him in a little surprise.

"Really? You look my age honestly."

"hm."

-

We were sitting by the entrance of the cave, watching the sunset, when Sylus broke the silence.

"Your hair..."

"What's wrong with my hair? Is there knots? I swear I got them all out earlier..."

"No, it's just different."

"What do you mean?"

"everyone I've ever seen had lighter hair...yours is darker. It's...pretty."

My face felt hot as I turned away from him.

"Oh, thank you...no one's said that about me before."

"Why not?"

I shrug.

"I'm sure that you get called pretty, beautiful, every time someone sees you, I mean, you're pretty attractive...I'm going to shut up now..."

There was a bit of silence until he spoke, looking over my face.

"No one has ever called me any of those things before..."

"Oh...well I still think you are. Those people are just blind."

"...Thank you."

I smile at him.

"Any time."

A comfortable silence settled over us but I couldn't take my eyes off of him if I tried. His hair looked so soft and fluffy...

"Hey Sylus?"

"Hm?"

"Can I...touch your hair?"

He looked questioningly at me, one of his brows raised.

"Why?"

"It looks so soft, but you don't need to say yes. I was just curious."

Sylus looked to the side, seeming to think for a moment before he looked down with a small smile, giving a small nod before he lay stretched out and placed his head on my lap, careful of his horns.

I let out an excited hum as I carefully ran my fingers through his hair, my nails slightly scratching his scalp. He grunted, not really used to this type of contact but...he thinks he can get used to this.

Sylus closed his eyes as he felt your hands work their way through his hair, around the base of his horns gently and lightly rubbing behind them in the hard to reach places. His chest felt warm, his heart fluttering as all he could think about were your hands, the warmth of your thighs...

He could definitely get used to this.

-

It seemed winter was fast approaching as the cave seemed to get colder, frost covering the edges of the entrance. I sat snuggled into Sylus' side.

"...What are you doing?"

"It's cold, it's called cuddling for warmth."

"... do as you wish."

His tail gently curled around us, pushing me just a bit closer.

"...it is getting colder out. We'll have to get you something warmer."

"Ah, don't worry about it. You're warm enough so I'll just have to stay right here."

Sylus grunted, his tail wrapping just a bit tighter. Just enough for me to notice.

-

The next day, Sylus was gone for a little while. I had to stay warm by my own makeshift fire, the dry sticks that were just by the edge of the cave entrance being my fuel.

While I waited for Sylus to get back I watched as the smoke went up through a small hole in the ceiling of the cave, wondering, how long have I been here? Where he could have gone? ...how much longer will I be allowed to stay?

After just a few more minutes, I heard the sound of his powerful wings as he landed at the entrance. He was holding a big bundle of... something.

He walked over to me and just, dumped what he was holding onto my head.

"Mph?!"

"This should work."

His tail moved the pile of burning sticks to the side before I could accidentally fall onto it with his gift still suffocating me.

Seeing me still struggling with it, he chuckled and plucked one blanket off my head letting me poke my head out of the pile.

"Guh! Why you do this?"

"English Sweetie."

"What is this?"

"Blankets, for warmth."

"...Thank you Sylus."

"Hm. Now scooch over, I'm cold."

"You're literally a walking furnace?"

"... I'm cold."

"Just say you wanna cuddle."

"...cuddle me."

-

As winter gave way to spring, the flowers started blooming again. The change in temperature seemed to make Sylus stir crazy.

I let out a squeal as his thick tail wrapped around my waist and pulled me along.

"Sylus! No!"

"Sylus yes."

"No!"

"Do you want to see the flowers or not?"

"...fine. But if you drop me, I will haunt you."

-

After a short flight, Sylus landed at the field of flowers he found me in. I looked around, having not had the chance to fully look around before being whisked away, when I saw something that made me gasp.

"Oh! Look, there are Snapdragon's!"

I moved towards them, Sylus staying close to my side.

"What? There aren't any other dragons here."

"No not actual dragons, Sy, they're a type of flower."

I move so he could see it better.

"This is a snapdragon!"

"That looks nothing like a dragon."

"It kinda does, see? This is it's eyes, nose, horns, and this!"

I push the sides of the flower together, making a small opening into the flower.

"Is it's mouth! Cool right?"

"... dragons don't open their mouth just because you touch their cheeks."

"These ones do. Try it! It's fun."

"Fine."

I watched as he moved his claws around the flower, actively trying not to damage it, but failing.

"Sylus you have to be gentle." I giggle as he accidentally crushes the flower between his claws.

"Here, use the pads of your fingers instead."

I hold his hands as I help him gently open the Snapdragon's mouth. His breath seemed to stutter as he let me guide his hands.

"There, you did it!"

"Hmm..."

In a small burst of confidence, I giggle and lift my hands to his face where I gently press on his cheeks.

"Good job!"

His eyes widen slightly and out of reflex, or shock, his mouth slightly opens.

"You know, you're my big Snapdragon."

-

After we made our way back to the cave, I had a thought.

"What if I end up going back some day?"

"Back where?"

"My home, like how I woke up here, will I one day wake up back home?"

Sylus seemed to stiffen a bit as he looked towards me, eyes searching my face.

"...do you want to go back home."

"I don't know, some days I miss home but most days I forget."

"I understand...what if you never go back?"

"Then I hope you'll let me stay?"

"I'll be here."

There is a long comfortable silence as we watch the sunset from the mouth of the cave once again. I took in a big breath of the freshest air I'll ever have and enjoy the moment.

"Sylus? Can you promise me something?"

"What is it?"

"If I do end up leaving somehow, I want you to find things that make you happy, not just surviving but living."

His tail flicks a bit behind us.

"...fine, as long as you promise the same."

-

A few days later we were at the flower field once again.

The sun set and we continued to sit amongst the flowers after a long day of lazing around. The stars slowly came out one by one.

While I watched the stars it reminded me of a song that gets stuck in my head.

"You and I stargazing...intertwining souls..."

I quietly sang, trying not to disturb the quiet night.

While I looked at the stars and the moon that hung beautifully, Sylus looked my way with a slightly raised brow, curious.

"What's that?

He whispered his question, his rough voice surprisingly soft.

I gave a small hum, still looking at the night sky.

"it's a song from my home... sitting here under the stars reminded me of it."

"Hm..."

"You know...the moon is very beautiful tonight."

"...yeah, it is."

He couldn't seem to look away from you, watching the moon and stars that reflected in your eyes.

-

I heard birds chirping as I slowly woke up from a comfortable sleep, feeling warm. I could smell flowers still. I tried to turn but a weight on my side stopped me.

I heard a deep grunt as the weight tightened around me and pulled me closer. A second weight being added onto my legs, seeming to curl around and in between them.

I groggily opened my eyes to be met with a familiar shiny red jewel, just barely grazing my nose. I moved my hands up from their place by my stomach up to the jewel. I leaned my face into the jewel and snuggled closer.

I could feel a soft rumbling coming from the dragon I was cuddled to, having realized it was him from the warmth he gave me.

"It seems we fell asleep..."

His voice was deep from sleep, his clawed hands pulling me closer. The scent of flowers being drowned out by his smell. Scent like a bonfire and leather.

"We're still in the field?"

"Yeah...I didn't want to wake you."

I felt his warm breath on the top of my head, taking in my own scent.

He...he's definitely used to this. He never wants to let you go. You gave him a warmth he thought he would never receive, showed him care and treated him not as the monster everyone screams he is. With you, he's not a Fiend. He's Sylus, your Snapdragon.

-**

It was only a few moments...

That's all it took.

One second, you both were walking through the field towards home when there was a sharp sound. Sylus reacted almost immediately, dodging the claymore that sliced into the dirt where he was just seconds ago.

He barely let out a breathe before the assailant attacked again. He dodged once more before he heard.

"Sylus! Help!"

His head snapped towards the direction of your voice. What he saw made his blood boil. You were being pinned to the ground by a big burly, ugly, man.

"I got you!"

In his moment of distraction, the one attacking him hit him with something like magic. Golden chains wrapped around him, pinning him down. He heard a laugh as a woman walked into his sight, she was a sorceress and she had an overconfident smirk on her face.

"Time to face your fate, Fiend!" She laughed out, "honestly, I thought you were stronger than that. How disappointing."

"Fate?! What fate?!"

Sylus heard you struggling, making him start to struggle as well so he can get you out of here.

"Now now," the sorceress tutted towards him, then turned towards you, "His fate is to die by my claymore. Simple."

"That's his fate?! Bullshit!"

"You can't change fate-"

"Like fuck I will!"

You cut her off, just as you knocked the large man off of you with a quick kick to the groin. When you were free you threw yourself between her and Sylus.

"Just watch me."

You smirked as you watched her eyes widen and she took a step back.

"MC! No!"

Sylus struggled with the golden chains of magic holding him down.

"Don't worry Snapdragon...I got this."

"Stop! This is not-"

"Too late, already did."

-**

I grunt as the claymore goes through my chest, I can feel the intense pain for only a moment before it seems to disappear. The claymore is lodged in my chest, a ringing going through my ears. Sylus' eyes widen as it feels all the air is taken from his lungs when he sees the end of the claymore exit your back.

"MC!"

"Hahaha! Now what are you going to do Fiend?!"

"I'm going to fucking kill you!"

I heard a growl and the sound of something breaking but my mind goes a little fuzzy as a fight rages on, roars of anger and grunts reach my ears along with the sounds of a blade and claws. I could faintly hear the sound of tearing flesh.

All I could do was stare at the claymore still embedded in my chest, my hands too shaky and weak to pull it.

For a moment I thought the last things I would hear was the fight until-

"MC-"

Sylus slides over to me, his bloodied claws gently holding me. His wounds are already healing over as his panicked eyes look me over.

"MC, she's gone, you don't have to worry now. I got you."

"Sy..."

"Shit..." His voice grew hoarse, his eyes and hands shaking slightly as he tried to figure out a way to help. He seemed to find an idea as his brow set in determination.

"We need to resonate, my healing could help you but we need to resonate, now."

I nod slightly and he grabs my hand gently with one of his as his other gently tries to remove the claymore. I could feel his claws shake a little as he closed his eyes but I didn't want to close my eyes yet. I didn't want it to be the last time I did, so I watched as his power and a power I didn't know I had, connected. When I concentrate I can feel his anger, his fear, and something else I couldn't place. I watched as the claymore fell out of sight, his now free hand coming up to cup my face.

He leaned closer, our foreheads lightly touching.

I could almost feel my flesh mend, but the pain was numb to me as I kept my eyes on his face. I saw his brows furrow, his lips thin in what looks like pain-our shared pain, his eyes stayed closed in concentration.

After a moment more, I felt complete. I let out a sigh as the resonation slowly disappeared, my eyes fluttering closed a moment before I fixed them onto him. I watched as his eyes slowly opened, his nose grazing mine as his eyes locked on mine.

"You aren't going anywhere. Not without me. We live together and we die together. Only you can kill me, and I you."

There is a slight glow to his eyes and the gem in his chest as he stares into my eyes, into my soul.

"Sylus-"

"You're stuck with me. Who else will teach me about your home?"

I shake my head with a giggle.

"What would I do without my Snapdragon?"

"Hm..."

"I'd probably die."

He glared at me for even joking about it, his hand gripping mine a little harder. The hand on my cheek pressed against me, forcing my forehead to press onto his a little more.

"Even if I wasn't here, I would do everything to make sure you stay by me."

"That doesn't even make sense." I laugh.

"You know what I mean." He smiles as you bring a hand to his face, rubbing your thumb of his cheek to get some dirt off. He leaned into your touch, his eyes full of warmth as he continued to stare into your eyes.

After a moment I pull away and stand, Sylus standing as well. I look around at the now destroyed field, a pang of sadness hits my heart...

As both of us take in the aftermath, an oddly familiar scent hits my nose...when suddenly my body starts to glow slightly.

"Wait, Sylus what's happening?"

"I don't know, come here."

This feeling I get from the soft glow feels familiar...my eyes widen when I realize, the smell...

"Sylus!"

"MC?!"

We reach out to each other but the moment his clawed hand touches my hand, a bright light shines and I'm gone.

-**

Nothing is left of her as the light completely disappates

"MC?!"

Sylus turns this way and that, wanting- needing to see just a glimpse of her. His tail whipping around wildly as he floats around in a panic, clawed hands reaching for something, anything.

"MC!...Where..."

Sylus stops for a moment, slowly landing on the cold ground beneath him before collapsing to his knees.

He throws his head back as he lets out the most broken yell that could be heard for miles.

He looked to the side when he ran out of breath, his chest heaving as he let out a whimper. He saw that claymore, laying coldly on the dirt. Your blood still covered it, your scent still on it...

A few tears fell from his eyes as he reached out and gripped the handle. He pulled it towards him, curling around it slightly on the ground.

He lay there for what felt like forever to him, in the very flower field he met you...the flowers mostly crushed by the ambush of the sorceress that was sent to kill him with this very claymore.

When he finally had the energy to move, he went back to your shared cave, claymore in hand. Seeing the entrance made his flight stutter, knowing you won't be there to welcome him home...

He landed at the opening, he stepped heavily inside.

He saw your pile of blankets, the small fire pit you built, the little trinkets you collected from his horde that he let you have...

He stabbed the claymore into his old sleeping place then made his way towards the small stream that runs through the edge of the cave. He used the water from the steam to clean the blood off of him, yours, his, that damned sorceress...

After he was cleaned and dried off with the cloth you used to use, he made his way to your pile of blankets.

Sylus collapsed into them, burying himself in your scent, a wine leaving his throat as he held tightly onto what was left of you.

The dragon is lost without his master...

[bee-the-loser-recs]

.✩✮✩ My Woozi One-shot Fic Recs ✩✮✩.

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★ Hug By @escapewriter 1.8k, Woozi's birthday, cute celebrations, reader sings to him for the first time, cute, really fluffy

★ Jihoon's puppy By @rubyreduji 11.9k, university au, pining, following around, angst, fluff, attempting to date someone else, teasing, asshole!Woozi, jealousy, side Mingyu x reader, tsundere Woozi

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[roguedruid]

"Oh great druid this humble petitioner asks for your recommendations on fics you did not write but enjoyed greatly I look forward to getting your top 15."

Uhhhh Damn. Hold on. Lets seee..... I can give you eleven- in no particular order- that come to mind with a bit of searching. but questioner- I read so many fics. This is gonna be a crapshoot of fandoms, so hold on. Of Harrowed Hearts by Sable_Scribe: A Naruto fic which is sadly unfinished- but had an awesome vibe and really dives into the characterization of the Konoha 12 and their potential. It does have Naruto/Sasuke vibes- but when it last left off the slow burn was slow and Sasuke was barely realizing his emotions. The Games We Play by Ryuugi: It's posted on Spacebattles origionally- but it's been reposted a few other places. It's massive- nearly a million words. This was my first real 'Massive fic' i followed as it was updating- and my real intro to Space Battles/Sufficent Velocity as fanfic sites. Also- first Gamer fic that went *way* into the power scaling and endgame stuff. Jaune in this story escalates hard as fuck. I'm talking supernatural kung fu, elemental powers, the ability to destroy cities- And his threats are scary enough to match it. This was before Salem for most of the story- but the Grimm that show up are terrifying. Keeping on the forums real fast- Two Quests (Essentially reader driven stories) deserve to be on this list. Xander [Quest] by one Judge Mental is another of those Monolithic kind of reading experiences. it's massive- on a word count I can't even figure out- spread across like 28 threads. it starts as a simple premise- You are Alexander Harris- and you are born as the reincarnation of Ganondorf. Yeah- that Ganondorf. Things only escalate past that point- to where the last i checked we were possibly the strongest sorcerer on earth- and only 12.

"A Geeks Guide: CORE" series by Sage_of_Eyes. Again, monolithic in scope- it's a complete reimagining of the Highschool DXD mythology (yes, the ecchi novels/anime. Yes it's way deeper then it deserves. Yes, it's also metal as fuck)

Swerving back from forums:

A Drop of Poison by Angel Of Snapdragons: Naruto's Shadow Clones are fucking crazy- and if you've ever wanted to see the power fantasy of them escalating non stop- this is the good shit. Drifting by AlphaDelta1001: More Naruto- but this one has some of my favorite 'Kinda Genius' Naruto moments. It mixes up the timelines, throws in a completley revamped Chuunin exam, introduces tones of new characters- and completely revamps Naruto's methods- if you ever got bored of 'it's all Rasengan' in canon- this is definitely a suggestion.

From Fake Dreams by Third Fang: Fate Stay/Night. Supercharged. This is a bit of a controversal pick- mainly because Third Fang is one of those authors who's sense of humor is... off. Just a bit of that old school Shonen Jump Pervert vibe in the background- snarky comments and purile humor creep around the corners of his writing- but FFD is still immensly fun to read. The power creep- already high as fuck in Canon FSN- goes so high. Where recently Shirou isn't fighting Servants- But True Ancestors. Son of the Western Sea by Mac_Ceallach: If you want Percy Jackson going solo on a world-wide adventure- this is it. its after the War for New York, before the romans showed up- and Its got Percy just... being cool vibing. Hitting into other myths by accident. In contrast, if you want some true off the rocker Percy- An Impractical Guide to Godhood by Antony444 It's technically a crossover with A practical guide to Evil- but if you ever wanted to see olympus and the rest of the percy jackson verse just... implode with chaos? This is it. Flooding Hades with the flaming river- beating Ceaser in Gladatorial Events, fucking with the olympians? This goes hard. The Many Quirks Of Phantom Thievery by PsychicBeagle Persona 5, reloaded. Featuring New Game+ shenanagains, plenty of romance and memes, and puns. If you're a P5 fan, I highly reccomend it. It's Time For Another Good Idea, Bad Idea by Haurvatat: This is a weird one- for one it's Solo leveling, so it's fandom was kinda niche. on the other... It's got Cannabilism in it. But! As a Cook? this is a guilty pleasure fic. The cooking scenes are all written like Binging with Babish episodes, the humor is on point, there's actual stakes and emotions- theres closure? What more does a fic need.

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

character pride icons pt. 35: cookie run (again!)

canon queer characters

moonlight cookie - lesbian | princess cookie - bisexual

abyss monarch cookie - non-binary (canon) + lesbian (hc)

space donut - non-binary + it/its

snapdragon cookie - non-binary + it/its

pitaya dragon cookie - non-binary + it/its

queer headcanons

raspberry cookie - lesbian | black lemonade cookie - non-binary

shining glitter cookie + tarte tatin cookie - lesbian

dino sour cookie - non-binary + gay

bonus! pride flags color-picked from the characters

feel free to use these for any non-commercial purpose, as long as proper credit is given!

if you'd like to see a different combination of character + flag, my ask box is always open for requests

[crimeronan]

On the "Empress Luz acting scary with The Blights snippet" for some reason In my head as I was reading it, part of me was imagining Luz's accent sounding more like Belos when she's being intimidating and it's just now rattling around inside my head and won't leave.

IDK how malleable accents are, (I moved from the UK to Australia when I was like, 9 and I still sound painfully english) and at what stage these things naturally develop. But unless Belos was actively 'correcting' how she spoke... (the thought of which is its own potential bag of horror ) I imagine her normal speaking voice still being broadly as it was in canon.

Mostly because the thought hadn't occurred to me when reading most of the au and Hunter sounds just as american as the rest of of the isles, (sans Terra Snapdragon) but he wasn't really Belos' favorite now was he and probably got enough early instruction from non-Belos people to shape how he spoke. So I imagine aside from maybe the odd weirdly British pronunciation on some terms (ie Lef-tenant v Lou-tenant when referring to the rank, minor things like that, maybe the odd vowel here and there) they just sound like they did in canon.

But now here's the thought I can't shake. When Luz is being authoritative, and especially when she's using fear like in that snippet, as a tool Belos taught her how to use, even as she's trying her best to use it to be better than he was, she can't help but subconsciously sound like him. Application of force, threatening with force of law like that isn't in her nature, but she's been taught it by Belos and can do it well even if in almost all cases she hates the thought of it now, something so associated with him but also an indispensable part of "being The Empress".

Specifically in that scene I can imagine her normal speaking voice coming through for a moment as she talks about how biased she is and how much she hates The Blight all that anger is completely her own, genuine and honest, there is nothing of Belos in it...

Then her voice goes right back to BBC english when she mentions how that bias is legally irrelevant and she's right back into threatening absolute monarch mode.

you know what?? this is honestly spot-on for how i heard her in my head while i was writing it. the accent was definitely still american but there's a chipper, professional Icy Cheerleader quality to it that's all belos. luz having adopted his precise cadence and genial demeanor because it's the most effective way she knows how to be scary... Yeah That's The Stuff

and tbh it's entirely possible for her accent to slip into something more british. i know that i unconsciously mirror people's accents in conversation & am constantly worried that when i'm with my southern friends or irish friends or latine friends that they're gonna think i'm making fun of them when it's like. no i Promise this is just how i talk. probably another autism thing but i don't actually know if accent mirroring IS a common thing so.... mysteries!

regardless.... i can bestow a bit of this upon luz. between drawing on her memories of belos AND matching odalia's Smarmy Corporate Smugness, i think there's Easily some british in there. if hunter is in the room, he's definitely running mental numbers on the likelihood that luz will suddenly hear herself & Freeze Completely.

[themultiverseheroines]

News

Okay, so, not too long ago I had this idea for a Disney Crossover, where I asked you all what sounded better.

Gravity Falls, Star vs. the Forces of Evil, Amphibia, and the Owl House

Gravity Falls, Star vs. the Force of Evil, Ducktales, Amphibia, and the Owl House

Gravity Falls, Amphibia, and the Owl House

And everyone seemed to agree #3. So, now I can explain why I brought this up.

I wanted to see if I can find some roleplayers who can play some of the Gravity Falls, Amphibia, and the Owl House characters. With myself included to help out.

The idea for the plot is this: There is a omnipotent dimensional being who's job is to observe different universes and write down all their events. Something like the Watcher from Marvel, who for now, I will call the Observer. The Observer's kind focus on their tasks and avoid getting involved.

However, this particular Observer ended up coming across the universe of Gravity Falls and became invested in their story. To the point they became a fan, drew a lot of fanart, and made a lot of theories of what was going to happen. Until the series ended up ending, which caused the Observer to become depressed.

Until they came across the other universes like Amphibia and the Owl House. Becoming fans and began observing their whole story. But once they ended, the Observer decided to do something about it.

So, the Observer created a secret world in an empty pocket dimension in order to create a brand new story involving the characters from these three universes.

From the main cast (focusing mainly on the main stars of the series), the supporting cast (the best friends), and the family members (even extended/adoptive families). All being brought in the moment their series ended and finding this world a combination of their world.

All being brought in to learn to work together and go up against their greatest enemies. All resurrected or freed to work together to try to destroy their enemies. With the Observer being the more-powerful being & limited their powers to keep them from doing something that will be beyond their control.

Main Characters:

Mason “Dipper” Pines

Mabel Pines

Anne Boonchuy

Sprig Plantar

Luz Noceda w/Palisman Stringbean

King Clawthorn

Supporting Characters:

Jesus “Soos” Alzamirano Ramírez

Wendy Blerble Corduroy

Sasha Waybright

Marcy Wu

Polly Plantar w/Frobo

Ivy Sundew

Amity Blight w/Palisman Ghost

Willow Park w/Palisman Clover

Gus Porter w/Palisman Emmiline Bailey Marcostimo

Hunter w/Palisman Waffles

The Collector

Adult Characters:

Stanley Pines (Grunkle Stan)

Stanford Filbrick Pines (Grunkle Ford)

Hopediah “Hop Pop” Plantar

Captain Grime

Eda Clawthorne w/Palisman Owlbert

Raine Whispers

Darius Deamonne

Eberwolf

Carmila Noceda

Main Villain Characters:

Bill Cipher

The Core

Emperor Belos/Philip Witterbane

Villain Allias:

8-Ball

Kryptos

Zanthar

Teeth

Keyhole

Hectorgon

Pyronica

Paci-Fire

Frobots

King Andrias Leviathan

Kikimora

Terra Snapdragon (plant coven)

Adrian Graye Venworth (illusionist coven)

Vitimir (potion coven)

Hettie Cutburn (healing coven)

Mason (construction coven)

Osan (oracle coven)

Anyone who is interested in doing this crossover need to be the following:

Have to have at least more than a year of RP experience

Have to be able to write more than one sentence.

Be willing to work well with others

Can play at least more than one character. I'm willing to play at least half of the cast (most of the female characters and non-binary characters).

Are also willing to write out battle scenes too. Don't want to be the only one who can do that.

And are okay with the shipping that has been established without making changes or adding any OCs to this. This is going to involve the canon characters and the OC Observer who is the only OC who will be in this.

Anyone interested can send me a message to my inbox.

[carni-val]

Pomegranate Seeds [Jax Teller]

pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader

summary: Would’ve. That pesky word seemed to plague your existence ever since you were dragged to The Surface and out of The Underworld.

warnings: Timelines not syncing up totally with the show’s timeline, Jax being a lil non-canon

author’s notes: Here it is! The first part of the Hades and Persephone inspired series I’ve been working on. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m eager to hear your feedback and I’ll see you in part two!

Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Jax Teller Masterlist

PART I: THE SURFACE

PREVIEW | PART II: THE UNDERWORLD | PART III: THE IN-BETWEEN | PART IV: RETURN TO THE UNDERWORLD [Pt. I] | PART V: RETURN TO THE UNDERWORLD [Pt. II]

after

The Charming Florist had seen little change since its grand opening almost twenty years ago. There were still sunflowers bunched together in buckets outside the front door, chrysanthemums lined the doorway that led customers inside, and varying hues of reds, purples, and greens lined the walls of the store. Some patrons bustled around one another, scoping out the emptying shelves while others went straight to the counter to pick up their previously ordered bouquets. It was Mother's Day tomorrow and Deputy David Hale was among the few last minute shoppers, hoping to put together a bouquet for his mother who was staying with him for the weekend. Things had gotten busy at the station and the Sons of Anarchy weren’t making it any easier. David scolded himself for believing they would ease off on Mother's Day. Most of them, as far as he was concerned, didn’t have mothers to celebrate with, or celebrate period.

The Charming Florist had seen little change since its grand opening almost twenty years ago. Until you showed up. You, you, you. Poised you, intelligent you, kind you. There was a crowd of people at the front desk but you handled them all with a smile, taking order numbers and names, disappearing into the backroom and emerging again with a fresh bouquet waiting to be retrieved by its owner. David smiled at a woman who was admiring her bouquet as she left the shop. Turning back to you, David felt the twinge of pain that had subsided over the years but not completely. You moved with such elegance, not stumbling even once over your movements, nor your words. You were so put together, you always had been, even in the face of adversity, you always remained calm, reeling in your emotions. It made him feel like an emotional wreck whenever he was near you.

Pulling his eyes away from you, David wandered through the store, trying to salvage what was left of the balding snapdragons, wilting cosmos, and a lone yellow rose all scattered amongst various shelves. The bouquet he had concocted in his hand was dreadful. Some of them drooped at the stem and others lost their petals which fell onto the hardwood floor beneath his feet.

“Don’t quit your day job,” David heard you call to him in your melodious voice.

His head snapped towards you. The desk was finally clear and there were only a few people left to collect the scraps left behind by the early comers. David lowered his hand, almost trying to hide the abomination that was supposed to be a bouquet. “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” he grinned towards you awkwardly. He hated himself for doing that. He shouldn’t be smiling at you, but he just couldn’t help it.

“Here,” you waved him over.

Once he was standing before you, you took the flowers from his hands and David held completely still as you did so, not wanting to accidentally brush his hand against yours and make you think he was making a move on you, but he also wanted to see if you would try and do anything of the sort. His heart sank when you didn’t but his breath caught as you leaned in closer. There was a glint of mischief that had always been in your eyes from the moment you met him. Not a deceptive, malicious mischief, but good, clean, fun mischief.

You spoke lowly to him, “Someone was supposed to come by this morning to pick up a bouquet they pre-ordered, but they didn’t. I saw them walk by with another bouquet - probably from the shop down the street,” the disdain in your voice at the last part of that sentence was not lost on David. “I’ve got a bouquet in the back if you need it.”

“Really?” David felt relief as a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. “Yeah, I’ll take it.”

Without another word, you disappeared into the back and returned with the bouquet in hand. It was full, healthy, and bright. “Perfect,” David nodded with a smile, but then caught himself. “The flowers I mean,” he added quickly, making sure you weren’t reading things wrong, although you were perfect too, but he couldn’t say that. “How much?” he asked, fumbling around in his wallet upon your silence.

“You can give me thirty,” you replied. David eyed you curiously. This bouquet definitely had to be worth more than that. “If it doesn’t get picked up today, it’ll probably just end up gonna waste. You’re doing me a favour,” you breathed a laugh.

“Alright, thirty it is,” David handed you the cash.

He eyed you as you put the bills into the register. The pesky second thoughts were coming back up again even though logic told him there was no basis for his hopeful thoughts.

Of course she didn’t do it because she still has feelings for you. She just told you why.

But what if she does?

“Is there anything else you needed?” you asked him.

“No!” David shook his head, his eyes averting to the bouquet once he realized he was staring at you. “This will be all then,” he picked up the bouquet from the counter and gave you a small but shy smile, “Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s not a problem,” you waved him off.

“And if you need anything, just…” David trailed off, not really knowing exactly how to say it in a way that could be read as strictly professional. You nodded silently, understanding what he meant. David only nodded before turning on his heel and exiting the shop before he could make an even bigger fool of himself.

The roads were always clearer on Sunday nights, making Jax Teller’s trip to The Charming Florist much easier. There was only an hour left before Mother's Day and although Gemma would have to wait for her bouquet tomorrow morning, Jax could only find time in his schedule to pick it up now. With Deputy Hale and ATF on the Sons’ backs, Jax decided it’d be best if the club laid low for now until Agent Stahl and the rest of her team got out of town. They were at Teller-Morrow almost everyday, always unannounced. If they weren’t there, they were out investigating their friends and family. They had to be keeping tabs on the Sons every minute, which meant Jax had to keep checking his rearview mirrors and his surroundings to make sure no one was following him on the way to the shop. He didn’t want them following him anywhere, not even to the shop and especially not to you. You had always been so accommodating in keeping the store open later when he wasn’t able to come by during business hours, so the least he could do was keep the feds from snooping around.

The street was dimly lit and deserted as the only store that was open right now was The Charming Florist. The lights from the shop shone through the windows and spilled out onto the street, illuminating Jax and his bike. He parked it at the curb before dismounting it and taking off his helmet. The front of the shop was bare as the buckets of flowers were now tucked into the store for the night and the open sign was now an outline, devoid of colourful, inviting lights to illuminate it. Jax scanned the street, confirming that he was really alone out here from what he could tell. It had become a habit.

Then there was you. Scissors in one hand, flowers in the other, and concentration furrowing your brow. The pastel apron you wore was still a sight Jax had to get used to. Although you had worked at the shop for about five years now, the image of you wearing the antithesis of the clothes you were wearing now was forever plastered in his mind; it was what he grew up seeing. If the past version of you saw what you were wearing now, she would refuse to believe that that was her future. But upon a multitude of circumstances, none that benefited you in the slightest, this had become your reality. It wasn’t a bad one though, however Jax couldn’t find it in him to honestly say that you were better off this way. He knew where you belonged and he knew that deep down, you did too.

Longing had plagued Jax for a substantial amount of time; so substantial that it became a part of who he was. He thought being with other women would help subside some of the pain but, he quickly learned the only person that could fix this feeling was you. He was tethered to you in ways that nobody else could understand, or would ever come to know of. It was the reason he came here for every occasion that warranted celebrating: birthdays, Christmases, homecomings, his son being able to finally come home, and any other event that called for flowers. However, the latter event was just a way to tell you about Abel’s recovery and about Abel himself.  Although the connection looked doomed from the outside, there was so much more beneath the surface. You and Jax were more alike than anyone could surmise on a first glance.

The bell above the door chimed once Jax entered the store. The breath he was holding slowly trickled out. A habit he had developed five years ago. The hardwood floor was littered with flowers in buckets and display signs that usually stood outside of the shop. Your gaze glided over to him from the gardenias you were sticking into a vase. While you seemed to settle under his gaze, he felt himself tense up with nerves under yours. It was easy for him to spew out sweet talk to all the other girls he interacted with, but you stripped him of that facade. You knew him too well and he admired you too much to even play those games with you. He was defenceless under your gaze. Not only did you see right through his bravado, but you appreciated what was underneath it all.

“Hi,” he smiled at you as he navigated through the busy floor.

“Hey,” you mirrored his smile as he approached the cash register you were standing behind, your eyes flickering over Jax’s shoulder through the windows that led out to the street.

“How ya doin’?” he asked sincerely, letting his palms press against the top of the desk that stood between you two.

“I’m good,” you nodded convincingly. Jax studied you as you set the scissors in your hand down onto the counter and then your eyes when they returned to his, trying to see through you the way you did him. There was always something off about your response to that question, while he knew a large chunk of it, he couldn’t account for the boughs of sadness that stemmed from you, new and tender to the touch. Especially lately, the way your eyes kept flickering behind him when you thought he wasn’t looking also sparked his curiosity and he wanted to ask you outright what was wrong, but that’s not how this worked anymore.

“How are you?” you asked him, peering up at him with eager eyes. Your tone of voice was different now. You were beginning to develop a rough edge to it at the tail end of your close relationship, but nowadays it gave way to the exhaustion buried behind your eyes; behind smiles and pleasantries with the customers of the store. Every time he came in here and spoke to you, he wanted to ask why.

Tell me what’s been going on. You know that you can still tell me everything? he wanted to plead with you but he backed out every time. The two of you weren’t as close as you were before so maybe he would be stepping out of line, or maybe you just wouldn’t be honest with him.

“I’m good,” he replied hypocritically. Having ATF on the club’s back reminded Jax of the last time they were in town and because of it his mind was wandering back to the past. While the club stayed out of jail, other events had taken place that changed it forever. He longed to deepen the connection with you and get it back to how it used to be, but time and time again, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“How’s the club?” you asked, leaning on the desk and making yourself comfortable. Your folded hands were an even distance between both of his. His heart pounded at the idea of  inching his hand just a little closer to yours.

“They’re doing alright,” Jax shrugged. “ATF and the Sheriff’s department have become our biggest fans.”

“Yeah, I heard about that, I’m sorry.”

Jax waved it off, latching onto the genuine apologetic look in your eye. Anyone else would look at you incredulously to know you were sympathizing with hardened criminals, but Jax knew you still held a soft spot for the club despite your many years of being away from it. Maybe it was just a by-product of spending your formative years entrenched in the club; things fostered in that time are hard to let go of - at least that’s what one of the parenting books he had read late one night had said.

“Any update on Half-Sack and his…surgery?” you asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jax chuckled, “It’s a couple of days away. Still don’t know if they’re putting in a glass one or…”

You laughed, “Well I think as VP you should get clear on that. Don’t want the glass shattering mid-ride.”

Jax laughed out loud at that, “I’ll just tell him you said good luck.”

You hadn’t met Half-Sack but around T-M and the clubhouse, you were still brought up on occasion. Some of the older guys like Clay and Piney remembered you and have you forever encapsulated as a young girl running around with their sons on the lot or around Charming, but Opie was usually the one to bring you up in conversation. You and Opie were friends and he missed you around the clubhouse as well, but he could tell Jax’s feelings for you were still as strong as they were all those years ago.

However, to the new guys like Half-Sack, you were kind of a myth: you were the daughter of a Son, one of the First 9. Some of the new guys asked Jax when and if you could swing by, but Jax never had an answer for them because you never had one for him. The first few times you guys talked again once you got this job, Jax told you how the club missed you and wanted to see you again but you always evaded questions about when you’d come by the lot. At first, Jax thought it was because you suddenly thought you were better than the club but upon talking to you more, he realized that wasn’t it and there was more to the story. On what the rest of the story was though, he was unsure.

Jax leaned in closer, not missing the way your eyes fled to his lips then back up to meet his eyes again. The action, if performed by another girl, would usually send Jax’s ego skyrocketing, but with you, it only clouded his mind with more confusion. “How’re things around here?” he asked lowly.

“Things are good,” you promised him after a shaky exhale passed your lips. “Quiet.”

He nodded, glad to hear that. Eye contact between the two of you broke for a second as you both tried to change the topic.

You hadn’t changed a bit. You still looked at him with roaming eyes - not to examine his face to see if he was lying or hiding something, but to admire it. Nobody had really looked at him like that before. You knew every part of him and were still able to look at him the way you were now. That was one thing that never wavered: your unconditional appreciation of who he was; not just the VP of the MC, but as Jax. Just Jax. His appearance had changed in all those years and while you had seen him go through those transitions, he still worried that you didn’t like how he looked - the length of his hair, his facial hair that he was thinking of growing out.

He still loved everything about you: the ghost of a smile that you wore whenever he was around you, eyes that glimmered with adoration, and the way your entire being seemed to relax around him. You seemed so relaxed that he wondered if your stomach was tied in as many knots as his was but you were just better at hiding it.

Upon a door opening a few feet away, the two of you sprung back from each other and stood up straight.

“Right, so you’re here to pick up a bouquet for Gemma,” your eyes fell to the paper nestled into the clipboard that was resting on the counter between you as your manager emerged from her office.

Jax gave her a stiff nod and your manager gave a smile back in return. Shelley was her name if Jax remembered correctly. He didn’t miss the way her eyes nervously ran over his kutte as she clamped her hands in front of her anxiously.

“Hey Shelley,” Jax said to her with a smile. In some ways he wanted to harmlessly taunt the woman, but he also wanted to make sure she was comfortable around him. Considering you worked here every day, Jax didn’t want to give your manager a reason to dislike you and he liked coming by here whenever he could and didn’t want anything standing in the way of that. It was the only place he got to see you anymore.

“Hello Jax,” Shelley tried to say without a waver in her voice.

“I’ll be right back,” you told the both of them, trying to hide your amused smirk at the interaction before you as you headed towards the back room.

Shelley stood there for a moment before she decided to turn around and return to her office. Jax breathed out a laugh. What else was he supposed to do? Sure, her nervousness stemmed from Jax overhearing her telling you that he wasn’t any good and warning you to stay away from him. Once Shelley realized he was behind her the whole time, she scurried into her office. You had told him later that she thought he was gonna kill her for saying that stuff.

“Here it is,” you said as you came out of the backroom. The bouquet covered your entire face until you set it on the counter that was now beside the two of you as you stood in front of Jax.

At least he was getting his money’s worth.

“It sure is massive,” Jax smirked, scanning it over.

“Well if it’s for Gemma, it can’t be anything less,” you joked.

You were always Gemma’s favourite of all the girls Jax had been with. You were good for Jax. You understood the life and Jax needed somebody like that. When your father passed away, Gemma was right by your side, comforting you whenever she could. You would’ve been the perfect Old Lady for him. But there was that pesky word: would’ve.

“Speaking of Gemma,” Jax sighed, trying to figure out how to bring this up. Gemma made him do it every year, but it never got easier. “She wants to know if this is the year you’ll come over and have dinner with the rest of the club.”

Your easygoing and cheerful demeanour softened into something somber. Your eyes fell from his and to the floor, your bodies only a mere six inches apart. This was the hard conversation you guys had to have every year he came around to get flowers for Gemma for Mother's Day or for her birthday. Clay and some of the other Sons would always cook for Gemma on Mother's Day as a way of thanking her for everything she does for the club. Jax knew your mother wasn’t in Charming, so you wouldn’t be spending it with her, even if she was, you probably wouldn’t be inclined to spend it with her anyways.

“I don’t know Jax,” came your answer for the fifth year in a row.

“Why not?” came Jax’s reply for the first year ever.

Your eyes flashed up to him, not expecting his response. You opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out.

“Do you think the guys won’t want you there? Is that it? They all want you there as much as I do,” he promised. “And as much as Gemma does,” he added, trying to cover it up.

“Let me think about it,” you replied after a moment.

It was the furthest Jax had ever gotten with you in this conversation and although it was just a seedling of an answer, he was gonna take it. “Okay,” he nodded. You may just be stringing him along to leave him dangling for another year, but he took the bait, not wanting to push you back into your shell in case you were serious. “It’s still the same house,” he confirmed. “Come by for six.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

Jax reached into his wallet, pulling out some money. “Keep the change,” he smiled at you. You opened your mouth to protest as you always did, but Jax was having none of it. You reached over, taking the rather large bill from his hand, feeling your finger brush against his hand. You couldn’t stop the gasp that shoved through your lips at the contact. Jax’s skin erupted in goosebumps, instantly trying to latch onto how your hand felt against his. It had been years since any part of you touched any part of him and like a fiend, he was desperate for more. He picked up the bouquet and smiled at you, unable to contain it. “See you tomorrow.”

He called out a goodbye to Shelley before leaving the shop a lot happier than when he came in.

“He’s so in love with you,” Shelley told you as she was driving you home once the two of you locked up the shop for the night.

You were dreading this would happen. After Jax left, you noticed Shelley’s office door was slightly ajar and she was peeking through it, trying to sneak a glimpse of your conversation. “No he’s not Shelley, I already told you, when my dad was in the MC, I was friends with him.” You had explained this to her before, but she insisted nevertheless. It’s not that you completely ruled out the idea that Jax may still have feelings for you, but you knew you weren’t able to do anything about it. It was too late.

“Never anything more?” Shelley fished.

You were stumped. It wasn’t anything official, at least neither of you had ever put a label on it. You didn’t have time to. “We were just really close.”

Shelley glanced at you skeptically. “So Jax Teller almost kills some guy in a coffee shop that was bothering you because you guys were “just really close”?”

You scoffed at Shelley’s wording. The barista at the coffee shop was flirting with you and trying to get your number despite your unrelenting rejection of his advances. When you sat down with Shelley, he had come by your table, wiping the other tables around them and trying to strike up a conversation with you. Jax was watching the whole thing from a few feet away with Opie and Chibs, becoming visibly angrier minute by minute. You decided to leave the shop to defuse the situation you knew was bound to end badly by the look on Jax’s face. You suggested going to the park with Shelley to enjoy your drinks and pastries, but upon this, the barista offered to walk you to Shelley’s car and began to follow you out. You rejected him vehemently but it wasn’t until Jax stood up, yanked the guy away from you and pinned him against the table that he just cleaned, that he finally got off your back. Shelley was shaking like a leaf beside you, clutching onto your arm as she stared at Jax. Once the barista scurried away  after some choice words from Jax, Jax turned to you, softening even though you weren’t visibly scared in the least. He told you to sit down at your table, finding it unfair that you would have to leave because of some guy. You did so, thanking him in the process. Jax left shortly after, but the stares from other customers lingered.

“He wasn’t gonna kill him,” you scoffed. Jax hadn’t done anything like that in that point in his life. “He was just warning the guy.”

“Either way, he’s still in love with you,” she debated. “Before you started working at the shop, I never had a Son come in there. Now, a Son is my number one customer.”

You laughed off her observation, willing yourself not to get too carried away in the conversation. Your heart was too fragile to get whisked away by something that could have happened.

Shelley stopped at a red light before turning to look at you properly now. “You know, I never could picture it.” You quirked a questioning brow at her. “You being Princess Charming.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling at her words. “I wasn’t Princess Charming.”

“You were still a part of the MC — a part of that world,” she quickly corrected herself, “You were one of the founding members’ kids. Hell, if you and your brother stayed in the MC, you’d both be MC royalty like Jax and you and Jax would’ve ruled Charming.”

Would’ve.

Your stomach turned sour at her sentiment, but you tried to play it off with a laugh. She sometimes treated your life in the MC like a true crime documentary. “It doesn’t matter,” you refuted. “Jax has moved on; he’s busy with the club.” Your time around the MC seemed like a lifetime ago and that version of you was almost a stranger, but you also didn’t feel at home in your new life now. It was almost as if you were floating in purgatory, confused and abandoned. You couldn’t reveal that to anybody though: Shelley wouldn’t understand it; your brother wouldn’t like it.

“And yet, he still makes time to come down to the shop personally,” Shelley mused before the lighting on her face switched from red to green and she began driving once again.

The rest of the car ride was mostly silent as you feigned tiredness to get out of discussing your life with the Sons. Your mind wandered to Gemma’s dinner tomorrow and the temptation of attending swirled within you. While you were reminded of the consequences, you felt that it was just one night and one night was all you needed — all you had.

“Hey, you still having dinner with your mom tomorrow?” you asked Shelley as she pulled up to your house.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “You’re free to come, of course, you always are.” Shelley knew you didn’t have the best relationship with your mother.

“Thanks Shelley,” you smiled at her, pulling your bag onto your shoulder. “I’ll let you know.”

Thanking her for the ride, you got out of the car. You waved at Shelley as she pulled away before turning back to your house. The gladioli and lilies you had planted in your front lawn swayed in the wind to greet you. You smile somberly at them before disappearing into your house.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

(For the ask game) howwww abbbouuttttttt TOH?!

The Owl House?? Never heard of it 😏

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my: • Favorite Character: Hunter • Least Favorite Character: Definitely Belos (but I also can't stand Terra Snapdragon and Tibbles) • 5 Favorite Ships (canon or non-canon): Huntlow/Winter, Caleb/Evelyn, Eda/Raine, Lumity, and Gus/Mattholomule • Character I find most attractive: Hunter — his personality and looks (hell, even his traumas) are nearly identical to my partner of eight years — I've lost count of the amount of times we've watched the show together and he's looked at Hunter and gone oh my god he's me (and likewise looked at Willow and gone oh my god she's you lol) • Character I would marry: Caleb Wittebane or an adult version of Hunter • Character I would be best friends with: Willow • A random thought: I fell behind on my writing projects this past week and now I'm racing to get this fic finished and posted for huntlow week day one's prompt: date • An unpopular opinion: As adorable as a wolf palisman would be, my ultimate hope is that Hunter can find a way to bring Flapjack back. • My Canon OTP: Huntlow • My Non-Canon OTP: Huntlow • Most Badass Character: Eda Clawthorne • Most Epic Villain: I wouldn't call Belos epic. He's pretty pathetic, actually 😂 • Pairing I am not a fan of: Hunter/Luz (I see them as siblings) • Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): This is one of the few shows I can confidently say I trust the writers and know they're going to give us all a satisfying ending, but I still feel uncomfortable with the Belos possession plot (Hunter's been put through enough and he was finally happy) and I'm still heartbroken over Flapjack. • Favourite Friendship: Hunter and Gus (labyrinth brothers let's gooooo) • Character I most identify with: Willow • Character I wish I could be: Willow or Eda

Thank you so much for the ask! This was fun 🥰

[owl-house-incorrectly]

Enough about other anons (jk love you guys). Incorrectly, what non-canon ships do you like? - Dead Anon

Hmmm, honestly I haven’t really seen much ship content other than Lumity and Raeda. And now Huntlpw/Winter now that it’s semi canon? (Idk what we’re calling it’s status) But I do think Terra Snapdragon and the principal before Bump would be an excellent crack ship

[ladysunamireads]

Over the Owl House

Over the Owl House by Animal20

Just something I wanted to try out. Don't know if I'm going to finish this or not but we see.

Words: 14084, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English

Fandoms: Over the Garden Wall (Cartoon & Comics), The Owl House (Cartoon)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard, Luz Noceda, Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman, Caleb, Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, Hooty, Lilith Clawthorne, Bill, Raine Whispers, Terra Snapdragon, Bat Queen, Gwendolyn Clawthorne, Dell Clawthorne, Eda Clawthorne, Steve, Willow Park, Gus Porter, Boscha, Skara, Mattholomule, Amity Blight, Alador Blight, Principal Bump, King, Vee

Relationships: Amity Blight/Luz Noceda, Hunter | The Golden Guard/Willow Park, Eda Clawthorne/Raine Whispers, Dell Clawthorne/Gwendolyn Clawthorne, Boscha/Willow park(one sided), Boscha/Skara, Mattholomule/Gus Porter, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Luz Noceda, Flapjack | Cardinal Palisman & Hunter | The Golden Guard, Eda Clawthorne & Lilith Clawthorne, Caleb & Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos, Caleb & Hunter | The Golden Guard, Lilith Clawthorne & Hunter | The Golden Guard, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Philip Wittebane | Emperor Belos

Additional Tags: Sibling Bonding, Friendship, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fairy, Fairy Tale Elements, Alternate Universe - Over the Garden Wall Fusion, The Unknown (Over the Garden Wall), Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Near Death Experiences, Canonical Character Death, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Open to Interpretation, I don't know if I ever going to finish this, No Beta We Die Like Caleb

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40815231

[the-nervous-systemm]

For the ask game:

🦌 Any non-humans in your system?

😂 Any funny stories related to your plurality?

🌷 Favorite flowers?

🃏 Wild card! Asker can ask any question: If you could grow anything on trees that does not currently grow on trees, what would y'all grow?

-Idan/Jack

Oh hey I never get these!! :D

🦌We have a few nonhumans! I (Zero) am an incubus, Chael is an angel-like ethereal being, Bailey is a catkid, Steven is Steven Universe so half Gem, and Alastor is from Hazbin Hotel and is a demon. 😊

Zach, Zoë, and Chase are therians, and Denki is a human with superpowers, so alterhuman ;w;

None of us are just normal humans lol

😂 There's so many. So so many. I think there's more quotes than stories, like Steven has a dirty mouth because he's older than his canon self, and has said things, referring to the system like "Oops all whores!" And "We could never do sex work because we can't stay on our knees for very long"

🌹Snapdragons and roses. Though snapdragons have to be our collective favorite if we have to choose one.

🃏 That's... A good question! I'd want to say money, but that's too easy. But I can't think of anything that couldn't be fixed with money. I'd say a kind of food, but if we had money, we could afford it. Or maybe medicine? But then again, money could fix that too. So, why would I choose one problem to fix, when I could use money to help not just me, but others in need too?

Maybe I'm overthinking it lol

[lilith-clawthorne-appreciation]

RAVEN! HELLO!

Character ask: Terra Snapdragon

MICHIE HIIII

My Favorite thing about them: Her design is amazing, and the way she carries herself complements the design and i think thats cool. Her design is like a typical sweet old lady, but when she's doing her plant magic it like meshes with the plants she summons and shows her true colors and thats SO cool

My Least favorite thing about them: (i'm not counting her actions here because well the drugging raine would be obvious) It's the way she picks up and drags kiki and princess with her vines like they're just obejcts. creepy.

My favorite canon relationship: We don't see her with any, besides raine and that's not a good thing

My favorite non-canon relationship: (non romantic) I think if she was a mentor to willow that would be either really agnsty and interesting or really funny depending on how someone would write that, cause they definitely have different views on plants, with Willow treating them with respect and terra treating them as. objects

Sexuality I headcannon for them: Hm. I don't know. I think she's probably queer, but I don't know specifics

What I'd do to spend the day with them: Feed her venus flytraps random stuff. Those stay closed at least 7 days if they caught something. it'd be funny

Random fact about them I like: She definitely looks like she blends in with the big flytrap she rides in, super cool

[emerald-amidst-gold]

Ngl whenever I see OC asks I'm tempted to just ask all of them lmao

Buuut, let's see... from the OC creation asks, maybe 12, 15, 19? And for the other one, 1, 8, 52, 69? For any OC you'd like ~

I’m not shitting you when I say, DO IT. 

It’s my favorite time of the day~! Do you think I’ll ever shut up? Not likely, so let’s gooo! >:D 

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12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)? 

You know, I always think about this to be fair because it’s something that can be a bit of a block for me when writing any of my OCs since they’re all really different personality wise. Fane, in particular, is a bit of a challenge. Especially when it’s not his POV. He’s hard to explain at times, and it’s why I take so long to create one shots or chapters because I want to make sure I’ve been as clear as possible with him or how other’s perceive him. I have to think in my head, ‘How would such and such really feel about Fane’s personality? How would they respond to his outbursts or his views on the world?’ It takes a lot of reviewing banter from Inquisition and seeing how characters interact with one another for me to confidently piece together dialogue in regards to Fane, and at times, my mind wanders into non canon territory to where I then have to yank it back. Fane lets my mind explore, but the wanderlust gets to be a bit..much. I think so, at any rate. Lol. 

On a more personal level, Fane is also me, in a way. He’s a persona that allows me to express what I tend to go through mentally at times. While it’s a sort of comfort for me to get things off my chest through him, I also have to take a step back and breathe, especially if my mind that day isn’t in the best of places. I mean, I want to write during those times, but it can be incredibly difficult to formulate words with enough sensitivity so it doesn’t hit too hard for anyone else and come off wrong.

15. What is something about your OC can make you laugh? 

I’m gonna use Estoria for this because one thing I’ve created with her always makes me smile and giggle like a madman. That thing is, is the fact that she’s a flirter, but if it’s directed at her then she’s a bumbling fool. She’s all miss big bad mercenary elf until someone says, “You’re eyes are truly a delight.’ and then she just laughs nervously and nearly crumbles into a ball at their feet. 

And you bet your ass that Solas’s smooth talk kills her to where she actively has Cullen syndrome and runs away--tripping and stumbling over her own feet because she can’t. Then, when she does manage to get away she just sits on the floor and goes with all the enthusiasm of a teenager, “He..he thinks I’m graceful? He thinks I’m graceful!” Then she just rolls around on the floor, kicking her legs like a happy little flower. :3

19. What is your favorite fact about your OC?

That Fane has a sweet tooth. Hands down. Man becomes a literal puppy around cake, cookies, anything sweet. I have it in my fluffy little head that he swipes those things from Skyhold’s kitchen without anyone seeing because he’s embarrassed. He’ll try to be all sneaky and slick, but someone always stumbles upon him stuffing his face and then..well, you know. Fane becomes Aterian and Solas has to be called to tame a dragon before the walls come down. *smiles pleasantly*

1.  What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

We’ll go down the line for this one!

Fane is ‘Tempest’ due to his ‘calm before the storm’ demeanor when in battle. Varric gave it to him when he saw how fast Fane could move despite his size, and how hard he could hit once closing in. He’s literally a lightning bolt as he’s never in the same place twice and he does it all without batting an eye like how a real storm can destroy everything in its path, but when the clouds part, it’s calm, controlled without a shred of guilt towards the wreckage.

Estoria is ‘Snapdragon’. He adoptive father gave it to her as a sign of affection and to let her know that she is strong, even if the world believes she’s just a delicate little flower to be set on a window and forgotten. It also came about whenever he saw just how fierce a fighter she could be and how passionate she would get towards specific topics--’snapping’ like a dragon does with their treasure hoard or young. 

Mhairi is ‘Snow bird’ or ‘Fawn’. Courtesy of Varric and Dorian! Snow bird is Dorian’s nickname for her and it’s mainly due to her proclivity towards ice magic. Fawn is Varric’s choice due to how wide eyed and curious Mhairi is, like a newborn fawn discovering the world for the first time.

8. How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

This is Fane’s. Fane’s, Fane’s. Only because I have so many thoughts about his voice that I have to try to explain it! All right, so his voice is deep, obviously. However, it’s gruff, it’s tired, and it rumbles like the softest of thunder. You can take the man out of the dragon, but you can’t take the dragon out of the man. He always has a slight growl to his voice, even if he’s not irritated. He does have an accent, more or less along the lines of what the game gives us, but it’s deeper, has more timbre and husk to it. It drops dangerously low when he’s furious--almost warbling with the natural growl. It jumps a slight octave when he’s flustered--sometimes cracking on specific syllables. When he speaks Elvhen though..well, let’s just say Solas has an existential crisis to where he blanks for a good twenty seconds because how the words just roll near perfectly from a deep, deep, near criminally seductive grave. It’s a good time. *waggles eyebrows*

52. What are some of your OC’s motivations?

Oh god. Well, it is time to try and explain why Fane does the shit that he does! Namely, why the hell he supports the destruction of the Veil, even if he knows it could kill people he loves.

One: Fane is heavily devoted to Solas. Centuries of bonding and losing each other does that, after all. He strives in every fashion to lessen the burden on Solas’s shoulders because he’s seen it happen before. He’s seen and felt Solas practically scream for an end. So, he refuses to abandon him again to that torture, even if he has to bloody his hands from those he had come to consider friends. It’s a difficult road for both of them, but Fane tries to keep a tiny shred of hope in his heart that everything will be okay in the end--that they’ll be okay. He just wants to protect Solas with everything he has, even if it brands him a monster. So, in a way, Solas’s continued presence motivates Fane to keep pushing, even if it’s indirectly.

Two: Fane is passionate towards his kin. He wants to free them from the world they are forced to endure. Another reason for why he supports Solas beyond their close bond. He knows that dragons are needed for the world to survive. So, the thought of his kin being able to show what they are truly made to do is what guides him to endure a lot of the heart break and a lot of the words that are eventually hurled at him. It doesn’t make fighting them any easier though.

Three: Fane is heavily mired with family or those he considers family. He took Mhairi’s place in his father’s experiments because he wanted to protect her, not himself. He throws himself in front of blades, magic that’ll make him ill, and kin bearing claws just to keep those close to him alive because he can’t stand the thought of their eyes going dead and grey. He doesn’t want to kill; he wants to preserve, even if eventually, he’ll have to turn his back because of necessity.

69. What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather?

Fane likes snowy, cold, frigid weather. He was a snowy dragon. Who lived on mountain. Had ice in his lungs. Boy melts in the desert, trust me. Besides that, he just likes the way the world looks when its blanketed with snow and ice. It’s still and quiet. Those aren’t things he’s used to, so he greedily indulges in them when they’re present.

Estoria is the opposite. She loves the heat, but primarily she loves rain. She’ll stand out and just look up at the sky with a huge smile on her face--completely unconcerned that she could get sick. All because it reminds her that the world is still moving along, even if the people in it believe it’s not. It’s still growing, flourishing, thriving, and that gives her comfort and joy.

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Wowee! That was a lot, but damn was it fun! Thank you for the ask, as always! I can ramble, ramble, ramble like my life depends on it! XD 

[unladylikc]

MUSE AS A DEITY.

RULES: think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or oc) within their story. fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! multi-muses, feel free to pick any of your characters—just a few, or all of them. please repost, so the dash isn’t clogged with reblogs.

                  ❝ formal name — 𝒱𝒾𝓉𝒶𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓈 ❞

GODDESS OF: 

Individuality, imagination, and valor (also known as the patron deity of the mentally disabled, similarly to how Dionysus is considered a ‘patron god of hermaphrodites and transvestites’)

ASSOCIATED WITH:

Creativity

Inspiration

Non-conformity

Dauntless behavior

Fearlessness

Literature

Strength of heart

Autism acceptance

Support of mentally disabled

Righteous revenge

SACRED PLANTS: 

Bird’s-foot trefoil (revenge)

Bamboo (longevity, strength, and grace)

Gladiolus (strength and integrity)

Snapdragon (deception, grace under pressure, and inner strength in trying circumstances)

Poppy (imagination, oblivion, and eternal sleep)

Edelweiss (noble purity, courage, and daring)

Eucalyptus (protection)

Eglantine (poetry, talent, and ‘I Wound to Heal’)

Lotus (spiritual enlightenment, purity, and personal progress)

SACRED STONES/GEMS: 

Black onyx (self control, decision making, and happiness)

Hematite (personal magnetism, optimism, will power, and courage)

Opal (expanding creativity)

Turquoise (creative expression, emotional balance, communication, friendship)

SACRED ANIMALS: 

Blue butterflies

Spiders

COLORS: 

Blue

Black

White

FOOD: 

Grapefruit

Durian

SCENTS: 

Green tea/matcha

Patchouli

Vetiver

Dark roasted coffee beans

BLESSINGS BESTOWED:

Completion of projects

Creation of masterpieces

New ideas

Vengeance for those who have been wronged

Fame

Survival

Easing sensory overloads

CURSES INFLICTED:

Writer’s block

Art block

Terrible writing

Terrible artistry

Trouble with the law

Severe injuries

Humiliation before the presence of peers

ACCEPTED OFFERINGS/WAYS TO HONOR:

Standing one’s ground

Staying true to oneself

Holding off from plagiarizing

Doing what is right, no matter what the laws might say

Protecting the weak

TAGGED BY: the now deactivated @mcsyndrome-deactivated20190418! weeps... i’m still so sad their blog is gone, but i mean, what can you do?? TAGGING: @ajisaiko ;; @moon--wake ;; @armazeilor ;; @illdivine ;; @merakicd ;; @truthevade ;; @noircisaint ;; @ursusxarctos aaaaaand you.

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

snapdragon cookie from cookie run kingdom is non-binary and uses they/them and it/its pronouns (canon)