#They're siblings that like to get under each other's skin and sometimes with siblings you never know when you go too far

[iamheretemporarly]

Ok so, people were interested so here

Ok so

It takes place after the kraang invasion for rottmnt and at the beginning of season 1 for 12 tmnt

Portal shenanigans happens and oop, rise leo is thrown in the 12 universe

He bonds with them (even tho a certain turtle is jelly rn) and the episode where raph and leeo fight about leadership happens, and instead of raph going "i can be a better leader" he actually goes "i bet that leon over there would be a better leader"

They nominate leon as leader, and leo storms off, he meets karai, usual stuff

And the snakeweek incident never happens cause leon actually manages under stress and didn't freeze like raph did in the og episode

So leon is still chosen leader by the team (splinter is very blissfully unaware because the boys kept this between them)

The tension between leo and Leon only gets thicker, leon knows that this is not good, he knows that leo's bros are only trying to get under his skin and they don't mean any true harm, but he can sense thaat there's something wrong

One day he catches leo watching space Heroes by himself

So he scoots over

"what'cha watching?" he asked, obviously trting6to strike a conversation

Any emotions that were visible on leo's face fell, silence, then he proceeded to answer "space heroes..."

"what's it about?"

"... Its about this space captain that saves galaxies with his team"

"ooooo, just like jupiter jim!"

Leo frowns, and Leon doesn't know why so he decides to lighten it up a bit by explaining what JJ is

"it's a sci-fi space show too! It actually has the same premise of space heros where-"

"CAN YOU NOT -" the shout of leo cuts him off

"huh-"

"So what?! You're gonna replace space heros too? That's what you're gonna do?"

"jeez kid, no need to get so defensive, it's just a tv show-"

"IT'S NOT ABOUT THE SHOW—"

Silence fell heavy on the room after that, leo deciding ro break it

"it's not about the show- it's about- ALL OF THIS! yiu can't just- just waltz in and take the ONE thing i was good at and act like nothing' s going on!"

"leo-"

"Being leader was the onky good thing i had! The only purpose i was able to serve! Raph is the strongest, donnie's the smartest and mikey's the life of the team! But me?! I got NOTHING! sure i can come up with plans, but nothing as precise as donnie's, i can crack jokes but no one laughs at them like they do at mikey's, and i can pull my weigh, but raph can pick all of our weights, the only reason i train hard everyday is so i can keep up with them! And when i finally got something, when i finally have something of my own, you decided to come in and take it! Heck they never listen to me when i talk about space heros, but suddenly they're interested when YOU decide to talk about your stupid jupiter jim, and i kmow for sure that they're not fans of space sci-fi! "

Leo stops as he draws in a deep breath after dropping that shell bomb doing nothing but leaving leon stunned and speechless

"... Who am i kidding, you're the fun Leonardo, everything I'm not and everything they'd want... Of course they'd listen to you..."

Silence is invading the place again before its broken by leo as he gets up, the show he'd been watching long forgotten and abandoned

" j-just leave me alone... You got brothers that would love your company more than mine... Plus I'm pretty boring to hang around with"

And with that he retreated back to his room

Leon just sat there processing everything

These kids need to talk this out, asap

[st4rtar0t]

Details about your future partner

physical appearance, astrological details and more

In this pick a picture we will get to know some information about your future partner, this can even be your future spouse or somebody you will have a long term relationship with. I know you are really curious about them so why not read this and like and share if you feel that this reading has resonated with you?

Pick a picture from below

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Picture one

Some of you may already know this person. I see that you know this person from a work setting. They are really hardworking and they put their best in everything they do. They are a master at their craft. I also see that they have had their heart broken in the past and they no longer want to take any risks. This person is really attractive and a lot of people have their eyes on them. They know how to have deep conversations and I also see that they hate small talk. They are always energetic and have a youthful smile. However they have a sense of mystery around them. It's like they are always Hiding a part of them from others. They are family oriented and they will always put their family before anyone else. I also see that they are just your type. They are really protective of the people they love and they will do everything in their power to help others around them. You may Meet this person through social media or through an online platform. I see that you guys will be talking a lot to each other. For some of you, this person is already stalking you and you can feel it. The only reason why this person isn't approaching you is because of their past relationship. This person is really attracted to you and they want to have long term relationship. They only date to marry.

Physical attributes: dark/tanned skin, buzz cut, brunette, ginger hair, puppy face, golden retriever energy, sharp jawline, narrow eyes, thick eye lashes, blue/brown eyes, wide nose.

Key words: childish, eyes on you, watching, spiritual union, lust, lesson, co-worker, short trip, water body, fox, R,A,T,M,O. Explorer, possessive, lots of love, overflowing love.

Astrological details: Virgo rising, Taurus moon, Mars in Aries, Venus in 2nd house, Gemini Mercury, Neptune in 12th house.

Picture two

They are definitely spiritual and if not spiritual then they are definitely interested in being a better person every day. I also see that they have deep understanding of human heart and are quite empathetic. But that doesn't mean they'll carry the burden of others. I see that they like the freedom they have. It seems as if you already know this person or you will be getting to know them soon, sooner than you think. You first conversation may start as an argument or you may not like them at first, its giving enemies to lover vibes. You or they can be an introvert or One of you may not talk much. Some of you may have a fake account that you use to stalk people and they know about it? Or they may collect information about you before talking to you. I am getting a little to no information about them its like the universe does not want you to know about them, it may be a surprise.

Physical attributes : straight nose, beautiful side profile, big or unique ears, full lips, mole under eyes, sharp teeth, dark hair, blond hair or some, fit body.

Key words : bold choice of clothing, snap chat, sunglasses, 11, hot headed, red, T, V, X, May, October, November, pet dogs, younger sibling, gardening, leaf, watermelon.

Astrological details : Scorpio sun, Uranus in Pisces, Virgo moon, Venus in earth sign, Jupiter in 1st, mars in 4th, Libra moon, Pluto dominant,

Picture Three

( Some of you may also be attracted to picture 2)

They're kind of replaying old memories in their head at this moment. They have a tendency to always think about what could've been instead of living in the moment. Sometimes they're just not feeling it, like they're out of sync with everything around them. They feel as if the world is moving but they are frozen. but they are okay with it as long as are helping out and sharing what they've got. Their sense of accomplishment may come from helping other both financially and mentally. They're all about hard work, always grinding and putting in the work to make things happen. They don't like drama and competition, if they feel like you are competing against them they will just let you win. They'd rather keep things peaceful and drama-free. When it comes to love, they're total romantics, just going with the flow and following their heart. They may be a hopeless romantic. They have immense live for their work and they do for a living. They're always honing their skills and perfecting their craft, putting in the effort to be the best at what they do. And at the end of the day, they're someone who feels pretty good about what they've achieved, just living their best life and enjoying every moment. They are grateful for everything that comes their way. No matter blessings or blessing disguised as disasters. Just soaking it all in and feeling grateful for where they're at.

Physical attributes : coloured hair, red hair, tattoos, veiny hands, curly hair, big eyes, sharp jawline, locks, big hands, may wear boots most of the time.

Key words : Horse, 9, 24, 15, pink, water body, red velvet, Venessa, butterflies, absent father figure, garland, gold, nose ring. April, August, June.

Astrological details : Libra descendent, Uranus in 5th, mercury in 10th, Venus in 4th, Taurus Venus, South node in Virgo, Jupiter in libra, cancer rising,

[girlkisser13]

apollo cabin headcanons

children of apollo

• apollo claims his children with a radiant golden aura with "we will rock you" playing triumphantly in the background.

• they are all born with a golden ring around the iris of their eye.

• many, if not all of them are born around sunrise and die around sunset.

• whenever there's a day that the sun isn't shining, it means a child of apollo has died and the sun god is mourning them.

• sometimes, someone will sing a random note, and then everyone around them will harmonize with them.

• the infirmary is always so HECTIC. like they all have insanely good accuracy so they’re just constantly throwing medical supplies at each other.

• they’re experts at hiding earbuds under their clothes so that teachers don’t see them.

• they’re all really sensitive to sounds. every tune that is off-key is the equivalent of a fork scrapping against a plate.

• their adhd is worse than most demigods because they can’t stand silence. long testing periods where you have to be silent are absolute torture for them.

• they all have some form of synesthesia.

• it’s harder for them to get sick compared to other demigods but when they do, it’s a mess. they take a lot longer to recover from the sickness.

• they’re always awake at the crack ass of dawn. not because they’re the children of apollo, but because apollo plays loud rock music every morning at a frequency that only his kids can hear.

• they’re basically roosters.

• they all have perfect pitch (they can tell what a note is just by hearing it).

• not all of them are good healers but there are certain times when it is mandatory for all children of apollo to be working in the infirmary.

• these times are mostly during and after war, an outbreak of a highly contagious disease, or after a particularly violent game of capture the flag.

• those who can't heal cut bandages, hand things to their siblings, and comfort scared patients.

• during the winter they always have the feeling of the warm sun shining on their skin even if it isn't there.

• as cool as they try to act, they are all shakespeare enthusiasts and can't help but quote it if you get them started.

• twins are common in the cabin since it sort of runs in the family.

• they’re ready for a musical number at any time. like one of them can yell the first note of a song and everyone else will join in.

• because artemis has her hunters, apollo tends to have more sons than daughters (it evens things out). when a daughter of apollo arrives to camp, her brothers are super overprotective over her.

• they’re known for replying to things with song lyrics.

• those who are musically inclined had formed an acapella group called the acapollos.

• they are completely terrified of the dark, due to their father being the god of light.

• they don't hate the dark itself— they're afraid of what they can't see, resulting in each of them having night lights above their beds. these night lights are shaped like the sun.

• they tend to glow when they’re near their crush or favorite person. the stronger the feelings are, the brighter the light is.

• they have secret late night jam sessions with lyres, pan flutes, and tambourines that can go all night. apollo listens in with a magic radio whenever they happen.

cabin exterior

• the cabin is bathed in a soft, golden glow, reminiscent of sunlight. this effect is most pronounced at sunrise and sunset, symbolizing apollo's dominion over the sun.

• the walls are adorned with intricate sun motifs and celestial designs, depicting various phases of the sun, stars, and constellations.

• musical notes and lyres are carved into the woodwork, reflecting apollo's role as the god of music. wind chimes made of delicate metals hang from the eaves, creating a harmonious melody when the breeze blows.

• quivers of arrows and archery targets are prominently displayed around the exterior.

• golden and yellow flowering vines, such as sunflowers and marigolds, climb the cabin walls, adding a natural touch and symbolizing the sun's life-giving energy.

• the architecture features clean lines and an open, airy design, with large windows to let in plenty of sunlight, creating a bright and welcoming atmosphere.

• one wall is dedicated to a mural depicting scenes of various prophecies, showcasing apollo's gift of foresight. the mural changes and updates itself magically as new prophecies are made.

cabin interior

• various musical instruments, such as lyres, guitars, and harps, are scattered around the cabin. there are also dedicated spaces for practice and impromptu jam sessions, complete with sheet music stands and comfortable seating.

• the walls are adorned with paintings and murals created by the campers. these artworks depict scenes from mythology, portraits of famous musicians, and abstract representations of music and light.

• the interior decor uses a warm color palette of golds, yellows, and oranges, creating a sunny and cheerful ambiance. the furnishings are made of light-colored woods, adding to the bright and airy feel.

• one wall is dedicated to a large blackboard or whiteboard where campers can jot down lyrics, poems, and song ideas. this serves as a collaborative space for creativity and inspiration.

• several small, soundproof practice rooms are available for campers to practice their instruments, sing, or record music without disturbing others.

• a corner of the cabin is dedicated to repairing and maintaining musical instruments. it is equipped with tools, spare parts, and workbenches for campers who enjoy the technical side of music.

• the cabin is designed with excellent acoustics, ensuring that music sounds rich and vibrant. this makes the entire cabin feel like a resonant chamber, enhancing the musical experience.

cabin traditions

• on the winter solstice, they stay up all night so they can see their dad and all celebrate by saying "welcome back!"

• they have a weekly archery challenges among themselves with rotating themes, like shooting while blindfolded, hitting moving targets, or shooting from unconventional angles.

• they have an annual slam poetry competition in june when everyone is back at camp.

• the cabin regularly holds workshops on different aspects of healing, from herbal remedies to more magical techniques. they often team up with the demeter cabin for plant-based healing knowledge.

• they organizes an annual talent show open to all campers. it’s a fun, light-hearted competition where everyone can showcase their skills, whether it's music, archery, healing, or something completely unexpected.

divider by @samspenandsword

[bumblesimagines]

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

we should do that again sometime.

Fiona Gallagher

we should do that again sometime.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As consciousness seeped into his body and his senses slowly awakened, he was hit with a few realizations that quickened the process of waking up. He couldn't hear Génesis babbling away in her crib nor the loud strays he often fed mewling for food outside. The springs in the mattress beneath him dug slightly into his skin and the smell of cheap booze and perfume lingering in the air invaded his nostrils. The mattress abruptly dipped slightly and strands of hair tickled his shoulder, startling the exhaustion fully out of his system.

The room around him was unfamiliar. The walls were covered in chipping paint, there were enough clothes on the floor to give to twenty people, random bottles of water and beer were sat about in different places, and there were odd stains on the barely visible rug. The chaos and mess of the room made his skin itch. (Y/N) exhaled quietly and tilted his head to look at the owner of the bedroom. Shit.

"I can't wait for ya'll to meet them. I swear, they are the kindest people in this whole city." (Y/N) hummed, absentmindedly listening to his cousin's girlfriend go on and on about their neighbors, the Gallagher family, as he raked his fingers through his eldest daughter's hair and detangled the small knots that had formed. Veronica held his other daughter at her hip, cooing and clicking her tongue to keep the toddler entertained whilst they made their way over to the tall house right next door. 

"V's right, (Y/N). You'll love 'em. Debs and Talia are gonna get along great." Kevin piped in and scrunched up his face at Génesis, a wide smile breaking out on his face when she burst into giggles and gleefully clapped her tiny hands together. Talia clutched her dolls close to her chest and tentatively peered up at the house when they entered through the front yard. 

"I bet Carl's going to be tripping over himself when he sees Talia." Veronica giggled and gently pinched one of Talia's reddened cheeks, listening to her boyfriend pound loudly on the front door until it swung open and a teen's freckled face greeted them. He looked between them all curiously and a fond smile appeared on his lips when he noticed the bundled-up toddler in Veronica's hands. 

"Hi, I'm Ian." He introduced himself a bit meekly and stuck out a lanky arm to shake (Y/N)'s hand before stepping back and allowing them to enter the house. The house seemed bigger with an archway connecting the living room to the kitchen and dining room. There were two staircases on opposite sides of the house leading up to the second story, nearly each step covered in toys and beer cans alike. It looked like a tornado had rampaged throughout the rooms but (Y/N) tried to contain his judgment and put on a smile for the family. Veronica had mentioned there was only a twenty-one-year-old managing all five of her younger siblings with their drunk father occasionally crashing on the couch. 

"Oh, a baby!" A little girl not much older than Talia squealed and sprang up from the couch, nearly trampling her brother in the process of reaching them and earning a swift glare. She jumped up onto her toes and smiled widely as she delicately ran her finger over the back of Génesis's hand, cooing softly and introducing herself. "Hi, baby. I'm Debbie." 

"Guys, I'd like you to meet (Y/N) and his daughters, Génesis and Talia. They're going to be stayin' with us next door for a little while so make them feel at home, alright?" Veronica called into the living room, barely drawing the other teenager and his little brother's attention away from the action movie playing on the television. She scoffed quietly and muttered under her breath before flashing the woman heading down the stairs a smile. The pretty brunette returned it and gasped softly at the sight of Génesis in her arms. 

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" She cooed warmly and chuckled sweetly at Debbie's fascination with the baby, one hand rising to comb back the hairs sticking out from Debbie's ponytail. He assumed she was Fiona Gallagher, the eldest daughter taking care of all the kids. Fiona was tall and slim, almost lanky like her brother but held a more at-ease air to herself than he did. The bags under her eyes were subtle, just barely noticeable, and her hair had been tied up into a messy ponytail that barely restrained the wavy locks. She looked up from Génesis and met his eyes. Her brows slightly lifted and her lips parted and closed, a hint of red spreading across her cheeks. 

"Nice to meet you, Fiona."

He'd promised himself before leaving Kentucky he'd stay in his lane, that he wouldn't involve himself with anyone again for a while. Talia's mother had been one thing, someone he couldn't bring himself to be resentful despite her refusal to be in their daughter's life. They'd been two naive fourteen-year-olds messing around who faced the consequences of not being more careful. Becoming involved with Génesis's mother, however, had been his fault. The lengthy criminal record and history of short relationships should've been big enough red flags to abort ship before they could be tied together permanently, but he'd ignored them and her own recklessness led to her incarceration. Two failed relationships, two motherless daughters. With his shit luck, he could only hope Fiona was on some sort of birth control.

"Fucking hell." He sighed heavily and rubbed his palm over his face, making vain attempts at ignoring the subtle throbbing in his temple. (Y/N) pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge, picking his briefs up from the floor and slipping them on. Fiona groaned quietly behind him and he peered over his shoulder at her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched out across the small bed, the mattress beneath her creaking with each movement. 

"Jesus, I did a number on your back. Sorry about that." She chuckled and tucked some of her frizzy hair behind her ear a bit sheepishly. Fiona sat up and leaned back against the wall, one arm reaching out to rummage through the nightstand until she found a cigarette pack and pulled one out. Dangling one between her fingers in his direction, she said, "We should do that again sometime."

"No, Fiona, this wasn't supposed to happen. I- I have too much on my plate right now to deal with... whatever you want this to become. I don't need the girls getting confused either. I appreciate the warm welcome into the neighborhood but... for your sake and mine, we should just stay as neighbors."

[horuslupercal]

got asked on the Guilliman post so

How Primarchs Cry (To Me)

Lion: represses and represses and represses and then hides away in a closet squished into the corner like a cat on its deathbed but otherwise cries pretty normally. do not point it out to him. gets defensive if you point it out

Fulgrim: gets headaches from crying so hard. keeps a handkerchief nearby because his face gets all gross. at some point in every hardcore crying session he verbally says, "enough." because it annoys him

Perturabo: trying everything in his power to give off the vibe that he never cries. takes every breath very carefully to make sure it's silent, confidently strides off away from this shit (hides away), etc

Khan: is fine, is fine, is fine, and then he's laying in bed and suddenly has to bolt upright to cry into his hands because holy shit that's sure a wave of emotion. it's okay, it'll pass, but hooooly shit at this exact moment it hurts. doesn't want to be seen but it's not the worst thing in the world if he is

Russ: crawls under Freki and Geri like when they were pups and cries for a good while. at some point he rolls over and runs his hand over his face and then grabs one of his brothers around the neck for a wrestle session and he's either fine or he's fine enough to keep on keeping on

Dorn: goes to a private room, does the "I am in control of my emotions" like Spock in that one TOS episode, and then spins around and puts his fist through the wall. opens the door with a hole in the wall and his hair no longer perfectly coiffed and his face blotchy and red and tells you he wasn't crying

Konrad: either silently weeping or wailing like a banshee. never in between. he doesn't choose which.

Sanguinius: the only primarch who can pretty cry but only up to a certain level. at some point he starts screaming and wailing like a fox caught in a bear trap and doubling over in pain and his hair gets all stuck to his face

Ferrus: throws tantrums. doesn't collapse to the floor like a toddler but does start breaking things. makes fun of the reason for his upset -- the mid-funeral roast session in some au where Fulgrim dies pre-heresy would get him cancelled on twitter because it's the only way he can deal with something that shattering. I'm pretty sure I got that headcanon from @luwupercal actually

Angron: cries for all sorts of reasons. sometimes the nails make him cry, not because they hurt or because he hates them but just because they're directly fucking with his brain chemistry. that's the kind of passive cry where he's crying but it's not an event, it's just his tear ducts doing their thing. used to seek out comfort from his siblings in the pit when he was crying from emotion, now he flips tables and screams

Guilliman: an asthmatic pug caught in a plastic ring. gasping for air, sounds like he's being strangled, the works. sounds like he's dying

Mortarion: also sounds asthmatic, on account of the asthma. his tear ducts don't work right so he doesn't really "cry" so much as hyperventilate and occasionally dry heave

Magnus: the crying is what it is, the psychic crying is the real event. his aura gets real sticky and slow and sad, like syrup, and has a tendency to kind of. contaminate other people with his grief unless he specifically stops it from doing that. I feel like he cries when he's mad, too

Horus: sits down and covers his mouth with his hand and puts his elbow on his knee and cries like that. for some reason I feel like it's especially weird for the luna wolves to see him cry -- it's always weird to see your parent cry, but it's extra weird for them and I'm not sure why. horus sitting on a couch crying with his head in his hands and two luna wolves sending panicked looks at each other 👍

Lorgar: compresses/hugs himself so hard he can't breathe, digs his nails into his skin, etc. we saw in the first heretic that he makes himself physically uncomfortable about grief and that's really stuck with me tbh. doesn't really.... know how to cry without also being in physical pain about it

Vulkan: bows his head and weeps, standing right where he is. weirdly bad at being okay with his own grief specifically -- he'll comfort a brother without issue, but his own makes him feel on edge and sedentary and he needs to move and do something and not stand here being sad, he needs to take action, he can't let it be sticky and slow

Corvus: repression king. he can't cry right now he's too BUSY. fuck this shit. and then there's a trigger and he shatters like a popsicle bridge with too much weight on it. the year of isolation before his departure definitely involved a blanket burrito

Alpharius Omegon: how do they need to cry for this scenario?

[happyk44]

Thinking abt Hazel who usually gets Macaria to do her hair since they have similiar hair types (I perceive Macaria to appear black in her day-to-day, like Thanatos). Or sometimes Zagreus, who loved to play with his sisters' hair as a kid and is still willing to sit down for a few hours to do painstakingly complex braids.

But they're both gone, doing their own thing, when Hazel comes down and she sighs because this is the only free moment she has and sure she could get it done at Camp Jupiter or New Rome but she liked the family aspect.

Also it's free when her siblings do her hair. And free is always convenient.

She considers Nico, who's not that bad at it, he just takes way longer than everyone else and his plaits aren't as tight as they could be, when Pluto walks by. He prompts her and she tells him and blinks confused when a second pips by and she's suddenly seated on a plush cushion, products and brushes and combs around her. Her father is seated behind her, his long long legs stretched out.

It's sort of annoying how tall he is. He's behind her and yet his feet pass hers.

Why the hell is she and Nico so short? Even Macaria, born by Hades' sole hand from the dirt of the underworld and dessicated souls, defaults to just below average.

His fingers are cool against her nap as he separates her evenly. "What were you looking for?"

"Uh-" A book appears on her lap. She flips it open. Dozens of hair styles on every page, every hair type accommodated, every style listed. Even the ones far out of date. The models differ - in age, in race, in gender, in time period.

They feel familiar, familial. She wonders what it would take for her to join this family photo album. If she'll be present by mere existence, or if she needs to display a style never seen before for it to count.

"Uh, I usually just get..." She pauses on a photo. The girl is smiling wide with jewels adorning each plait. Even in the turnarounds, when her face is no longer visible, she seems happy. "This one is nice."

Pluto's chin scoots across the top of her head as he looks down. "Fulani with ornamental accents," he muses. He waves his hand as a bowl of beads appears between their legs. Different colours, different gems. "Pick. I'll let you know when I get there."

Hazel picks up the bowl. The jewels glitter. "Did you do all of these?"

"Most of them," he says.

She pulls out a thick golden bead. "Do you like doing hair?"

It seems a stupid question when it hits the hair and she curses her brain for not catching her tongue. But he answers, amused, "Sometimes. When you're patient. Nico never was, but fortunately Hades is a little more relaxed than I am."

She thinks of Nico, young, and tucked into their father's lap, wet locks being combed and brushed back gently as they dry. She thinks of him squirming, as kids do, bored of sitting still while his hair is trimmed. Or curled. Or whatever he had going on. For all she knows, he was being braided too, with slick smooth plaits. Over and under, over and under. Thin fingers and a idle smile listening to the chatter of a toddler.

"I didn't have much help when she was born," he continues. "And Macaria liked to play rough with the dogs and chickens and Furies." He clips part of her hair to the side and hums softly. "And their claws are not quite suited to crafting ponytails or braids from thick curly hair."

Hazel sets a beautiful onyx bead with her slowly forming pile. There's a thin golden imprint of a skull on it. The skin of it is smooth. Even the grooves are so subtle she can't feel them with her fingertip, only sensing it from the catch of her nail.

"And you just... carried on with it?" She pauses, shifting her head with gentle guide of his hands. "Even when they had other people without claws to help?"

"Of course." The comb is gentle as he passes it through. Slow and steady. Like Macaria and Zagreus, but softer somehow. "I'm your father. Why wouldn't I keep doing your hair?"

[centuryberry]

Hey there, Berry.

So, this just for laughs, but how do you suppose Wukong and Macaque would react if Yue went missing and she's nowhere to be found on FFM as far as they can see, they get everyone involved in multiple search parties, including the Demon Bull family, but Red Son ends up finding her under the wardrobe from Chapter 2, curled up and fast asleep? Which Monkey Dad is the most affected by the time she's found?

Other than Wukong daily showing up to help around, what would you think is the usual morning routine for Macaque and baby!Yue? Does he greet her in the morning by talking to her? Or is that entirely Wukong's department? How about night routines? Does Macaque keep her in a separate bed or do they sleep together in the same bed, for varying reasons?

And when she's at twenty winters old (the same age she is at the start of QOTM), how different would she be? And given how much love she's been given when Wukong and Macaque were raising her, would she experience separation anxiety? (Frankly, I feel like Wukong will be the one dealing with separation anxiety more so than Yue. LOL!) I will admit that the idea when Yue's significantly older, she's loathe to part from Macaque is adorable, especially since they're so close given their similarities and their relationship is heartwarming. I sometimes imagine that her favorite and preferred way of being carried is on someone's shoulders.

Of course, when she's older and more able to play with Red Son, how different would her interactions with him be? You don't suppose she'll be sassy around him, would you?

Wukong and Macaque would go ballistic with worry. I mentioned this before in a previous ask you made, but Wukong would turn FFM inside out to find Yue. Macaque would too. When Yue is found, Wukong wouldn’t let Yue out of his arms for at least a week, much to the baby’s grumpiness. Macaque, on the other hand, would be so overwhelmed with relief that he’d cry. After that, he’d get some demon version of a tracker/baby leash and put it on Yue to prevent this from ever happening again. There’s no comparison in how each parent is affected since they’re different. Both love her fiercely.

At first, Macaque would wake up and go to sleep with Yue against his chest. Babies need skin-to-skin contact or so he’s been told by the other mothers. Wukong, loathe to be separated from Yue and miss any of her cute moments, move in and share the bed (much to Macaque’s internal suffering and screaming.) He’d talk to her a lot and sing to her. Yue loves the sound of her “Ma’s” voice and always reacts positively to it. She babbles back. Macaque takes care of the morning feedings every time and burps her. Wukong wants to participate, but Macaque puts his foot down about this. He’s possessive of his time with her in this regard.

Abandoned!Yue at 20 winters old would be far less anxious and endlessly curious. She’d burn through all her tutors and stay in the library a lot. That isn’t to say that she doesn’t play with the other baby monkeys. She’s far more social and maybe a little bossy. Yue is often found adorably scolding Wukong for being too silly. She also does her best to emulate Macaque as she looks up to him more than anyone. She’s already training with him. Also, since the incident that stunted her magic never happened, Yue is also proficient in magic other than sealing. She has some ice magic accidents.

Yue doesn’t feel that much separation anxiety since she’s more adventurous and curious, but her fathers definitely are. They cried when they sent her to monkey kindergarten. Yue likes being held and sitting on people’s shoulders. It makes her feel tall.

Red Son and Yue have THE sibling relationship. They snipe and sass at each other endlessly. Kind of rivals but not really. They would turn on anyone who insults the other, though. Only they can bully each other >:0

[coldflash-corner]

Worldbuilding/Etc: My Soulmate AU [1]

-My asks are open, so feel free to send asks if you want me to make a post abt something specific in this AU, whether mentioned in this post or otherwise

-In a reincarnation scenario, soulmates can change. In the case of Kendra and Carter, theirs have never changed before, so in most lives they believed that theirs could never actually change. This is wrong. Kendra's soulmate is not Carter Hall

-Connected to above: It is so extremely rare that people don't even think it's possible in some areas, but sometimes someone can have a soulmate but not be their soulmate. Which can be an interesting time for everyone involved, especially if there are romantic feelings in the mix

-Mick Rory does not currently have a soulmate, and has no memories of every having one. He has oft thought fire to be his soulmate, in a way, because watching the flames makes him feel warm, like there are flames under his skin

-^^in a synesthesia way not a horny way. Please do not be weird about the fire, I'm just a little guy (/lh)

-People can sometimes get a new soulmate after theirs died, but it's not overly common in the mortal communities. Much more common in the immortal circles

-Soulmates of time travelers can use heartbeat and what they know of their partner to figure out if they're talking to the version of their partner who is synced with their part of the timeline, or if they're from the past/future

-Having multiple soulmates simultaneously is possible, and can make some things confusing/fun

-Iris and Eddie are soulmates, but they took forever to tell each other their suspicions bc they didn't want to look like they were moving too fast or pressuring the other into anything

-The author of this AU keeps trying to give Barry 2 platonic soulmates on top of his soulmateship with Snart, but is actively choosing not to even when their brain is pouting about it

-Caitlin's soulmate is Ronnie Raymond. She's had... a time.

-Lisa had a soulmate, who she met when she was fifteen and they were dating until she was 16. This was another girl her same age, who lived in her neighborhood. Unfortunately, she died when they were 16, and Lisa took a while to come even close to recovering from that

-Lisa is especially attracted to Cisco because she thinks he also does not have a soulmate. He... technically does... but they aren't together right now and there doesn't seem to be any future plans of them being together, so he has forced the possibility out of his mind and pretends he doesn't have one

-Mark and Clyde Mardon are an example of platonic soulmates who are siblings

-Joe's soulmate was not his wife and he knows who they are, but he firmly Does Not Talk About Them. Iris and Barry both firmly know that topic is Completely Off Limits and never bring it up

-Hartley hasn't knowingly met his soulmate yet. They're still alive! So maybe one day they'll meet

-Fun Fact: Hartley once thought that his soulmate might be Dr. Wells, because the man seemed to have an eerie ability to track his emotions, but eventually realized that was wishful thinking and that this was definitely not the case

-Barry knew he and Snart were soulmates before Snart knew Barry Allen was the Flash. He didn't know how to approach this, so this led to him just turning Golden Retriever energy to 11 and hoping for the best

-Time travel and dramatically changed timelines can alter soulmate connections ^-^

-People are more likely to be soulmates with people in their general region than otherwise, but it is rarely possible to have a soulmate across the world

-There are "Find My Soulmate" apps where people can be like "Hey I had a panic attack at this time and it lasted for x minutes, did anyone feel that?" or "Hi! I play soccer, has anyone had elevated soulmate heart rate consistently on these days and times as if said soulmate is engaging in physical activity?" and other such things

-Sometimes when a person on a sports team meets a person through those apps who almost CERTAINLY is soulmates with a member of their sports team, they all run experiments together to make sure it's the right one

-If a time or dimension traveler without a soulmate time/dimension travels, there is a small chance they can become soulmates with a non-soulmate-haver in the area. Which can make things fun and spicy for everyone involved!

-Eobard Thawne had a soulmate in his future, but he killed them because the bitch got ISSUUEESS

-^^He was always on the lookout for that telltale heartbeat, in case the time travel fuckery gave him a new soulmate. It never did. But there was someone that he had wished, for sometime, that he would be given that connection with. It's so much better for the other person that it never did. (It couldn't have, really, bc their soulmate was still alive technically, but it's Really Good that it didn't nonetheless)

-Joe had really really wanted Iris and Barry to be soulmates, ever since they were little kids. And he didn't completely handle it well when he learned, without a shadow of a doubt, that they were not.

[chewyjellycable]

oooo you want to talk about dele on tumblr soo bad ooooooo

I CAN'T BELIEVE I NEVER ACTUALLY RAMBLED ABOUT THEM ON HERE OH MY GOOOD I NEED TO FIX THIS. (Edit: This is a lie I did it once and entirely forgot about it. There's a lot more info in this one, though feel free to check the other one even if there's repeat information!!)

Anyways here's a list of things about Bredele de Cassonade I think y'all should know (with many accompanying links):

Bredele is intersex (designated AFAB though), and (kind of) identifies as Agender! They use They/He/Zem, but are fine with any other pronouns. It doesn't matter if you use masc, fem, or androgenous terms for them!!

Unlike Langue, they found their identity very easily since they really didn't care what they aligned with. It all felt silly to them. Langue would dog on them about not being "girly enough", but even then they didn't feel like a ""real girl"" (their body always functioned oddly due to being intersex), so! They're not!

They like growing their hair out and letting their facial hair grow in, but they rarely get to do that because of work. They did have longer hair in their school years before they chopped it off for the sake of their job. They let their stubble grow in when they're on vacation, though!!

Though when it comes to relationship, they CANNOT for the life of them figure out what they like. They last assigned themself to be asexual and androromantic, but even they're not sure. It's hard for them to decipher a lot of things emotionally, especially relationships with others.

They currently hold ""possible relationship interest"" in Milk, Espresso, and Cream Cheese Tea.

Their pet is called Ditzboard, who's a ditzy little thing who trip and falls and does all manner of clumsy things but never drops its documents!!

Autism. They bit things as a child and still do sometimes when under stress. They get overstimulated, they hate the sound of their own heartbeat, they have specific tastes in food and textures, they have shutdowns (and meltdowns), they don't understand social cues very well outside of what they've had to teach themself... They also do a lot to themself to make themself feel ALIVE, though I won't specify what here.

They've held an interest in doctors since they were a kid. Hell, as a kid their favorite game series was Trauma Center. Much like how Langue played Ace Attorney when they were younger. :] Both DS games!! I like to think they shared a DS as kids.

Dele also has a keen interest in blood. It may be morbid, but they love thinking about it. It's not that they'd harm anyone for it, absolutely not, but the red fluid is something they think about and it fascinated them endlessly. They'll be bleeding and think of the blood and how it will clot and what it looks like on his skin whilst treating the injury. (They also don't have many to talk about this interest in for obvious reasons.)

Despite their visual differences, Langue and Bredele do get mistaken for each other sometimes!! Dele gets flattered, Langue gets offended.

Dele is ONE inch taller than Langue, and was born moments after Langue was. The lawyer SEETHES at the fact that Dele is better in ANY capacity. Langue will take anything they can get to prove they're better than him.

Langue's jealousy runs deep. Being the louder and more emotional of the two, they're one of Dele's worst critics. They'll lie to zem, bicker with zem, but at the end of the day they're siblings and Dele wouldn't give that up for the world. Langue, however... It's hard to say if they'd truly give up much for zem.

Bredele has learned mending magic from the spare few times they've visited Parfaedia. He's not very magically gifted, so he'll take what he can get!! Besides, it's very useful for equipment (and Langue's glasses when those crack and break too much to reform quickly).

They think Dasani Bottled Water is very unhealthy compared to other types of water bottles due to the lies Langue has told him.

BACK ON THE EMOTIONAL PROCESSING. Dele cannot cry. Well, they CAN, but it's very hard for them to. They can go through the world ending and there's only a chance that they could. A lot of negative emotion just gets numbed out and they can't express it unless it just gets to be Too Much, and even then it's just. So. Difficult. At a younger age, they were called a monster for being so "emotionless".

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

the (organic and material) sophont species of the three planes (left to right: human male, human female, cethelan, serthan female, serthan male), at their "average" heights and morphologies and in "planar" order. very long and mildly incoherent ramble under cut if you want to know more

Humans

Scientific name: Homo sapiens sapiens Main social unit: family (group of a highly variable number of humans, usually headed by a pair or several pairs of humans, plus their children and siblings) Individual noun: person (plural: people) Common group nouns: gang, pack, circle, discipline Average lifespan: 70-80 years

The sapient species of the Upper Plane, also known as Anahita. Although height-, magical aptitude- and physical durability-wise they could be considered "average", they are pack-hunting persistence predators, and this is absolutely reflected in how they act. The prevailing stereotype is that a pissed off human will hunt you down to the ends of the universe. No matter how many limbs you manage to remove from their body or how much you escape, you will not be able to escape their wrath. They love eating and drinking things that would be considered poison for other sophonts (or even then), especially pastry, which they appear to have a species-wide obsession with, and alcohol (but that's more understandable - anything with an organic nervous and digestive system can get drunk). Humans exhibit sexual dimorphism, but it's very minor and notoriously inconsistent. This is not even mentioning their concepts of gender, which is a total mess and varies not just from culture to culture or city to city, but person to person.

Cethelans

Scientific name: Ct'iniuo alam'chhoth sapiens Main social unit: school (group of usually blood related, but not always, cethelans of similar age; traditionally, a school lives in the same place, travels together, and groups of schools form clans which are analogous to human clans) Individual noun: skleph (plural: sklephit) Common group nouns: squad, club, class, gurgle Average lifespan: 60-70 years

The sapient species of the Middle Plane, also known as Shugg. Very tall, with three pairs of limbs and one eye, as well as blue blood, and a system of internal shells in place of a typical endoskeleton. Their heads sport 2 sets of external gills, with the upper ones adapted for breathing in air and the lower ones for catching it in water. Don't be scared by the facial tentacles - they're mostly vestigial, but still come in handy sometimes as they are fully prehensile, and a big indicator of mood. Their nervous systems are quite decentralized, which also means their meridians are more decentralized and their node is smaller, contributing to a lowered spir capacity but greater capability for channeling it cleanly and quickly. Cethelans are monoecious*, meaning each individual simultaneously has male and female reproductive organs (both contained in an ovipositor/abdomen-like organ, here covered by underwear for obvious reasons). As such, they do not possess "gender" in a human or serthan sense*, so most use "pe/per/pers/perself" pronouns in Triadic*. They can also regenerate lost limbs, but only if the limb is treated quickly enough. Otherwise, they are quite physically frail and do not have the essentially infinite stamina of humans - their hunting strategy is to color and shape-shift their skin* and lie in wait, stealthed. Cethelans are carnivores, but definitely not obligate ones, and can even consume certain minerals (not just salt). A lot of their cuisine is based around different kinds of protein, which to them is a cavalcade of flavors, plus tasty rocks for spice and a bit of bitter plantlife (which also comes in many varieties, as cethelans are adepts of domestication to the point of some considering it biotechnology).

Serthans

Scientific name: Szed-rod-kao kikdedi sapiens Main social unit: herd (group led by a singular dominant female, sometimes called a "matron", as well as her "harem" of males, her adult daughters, sometimes also the harems of a few of said daughters, plus younglings and larvae) Individual noun: kit (ki-aqik) Common group nouns: fold, hive, flock, corral Average lifespan: 100-110 years

The sapient species of the Lower Plane, also known as Uku. Shortest of the sophonts, longest lived, with yellowish translucent blood. Despite appearing similar to Anahitan mammals, they are not made of anywhere near the "same stuff", with their fur actually being made of chitin, peculiar internal anatomy, and a strange life cycle involving pouches and "walking eggs" (the aforementioned larvae). Serthans also exhibit visible sexual dimorphism, with females having horns, large manes, pouches, thick furred tails and downturned ears while males are shorter, have significantly longer facial and forehead antennae, upturned ears, naked tails and colorful spotty markings. Their eyes usually look as if they were closed, but in reality their eyes just small and often squinting, especially in bright light - serthan ancestors were partially subterranean. They are also the most physically durable species, thanks to thick skin and fur, but they are also slow and not very agile. Magic aptitude wise, serthans have a very sizable spir capacity, but the aforementioned thick skin and fur make it difficult to efficiently channel it. Of course, this rarely comes up, as magic is considered evil or at least inappropriate to perform yourself in many serthan cultures. Serthans are primarily herbivorous, but especially like fruit, honey, honeydew and similar sweet substances.

And now, the asterisks:

I am using "monoecious" here even though it's not technically accurate, as the alternative would be using a word that starts with H and is often considered a slur against intersex people, therefore I am not comfortable using it.

THIS DOES NOT MEAN CETHELANS ARE "BIOLOGICALLY NONBINARY". THEY JUST... ARE. LIKE SNAILS.

Not really, since actual Triadic is its own thing (a constructed language used as the lingua franca of the Tri-City), but, yknow, the translation convention applies, so I'm talking about it as if it was English, sorta like Common in DnD.

[eclipsejynx]

Fluffy Hair - Dream and Nightmare

     ! This Isn't Cannon !

Hello! It's the author, Eclipse, here- Just a few things!

Here, they have hair. Think of it like the human fanon versions! Or make up a design if you want- I don't care what you do. But here, I imagined them like humans with features their cannon has. Like, Nightmare looks human, but he has goop on one eye and has his tendrils on his back (I made them retractable to cause less trouble).

No, this isn't Dreammare, but ship them if you want. The fandom's already fucked up, I couldn't care less at this point. Hate Dreammare? Make it sibling love. Like Dreammare? Do it. A neutral? Do whatever the hell you want.

Summary - Dream and Nightmare's relationship is nothing less than awkward. On their birthday, Dream decided to fix that with a delightful gift.

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     Maybe Nightmare and Dream lived under the same roof, Nightmare's castle, but it doesn't mean they're friends with each other. It was a complicated thing, both of them. After the truce between the Bad Sanses and the Star Sanses, they were off with each other. They would be in the same room but always keep their distance. If another Sans they both like, then maybe it would be a decent conversation between the three, but no direct contact between Nightmare and Dream. If it was just them, don't expect any communication between them. It would be awkward, making one of them leave. If not, Nightmare would keep to himself. After countless attempts to start a conversation, Dream would stop trying and do something else. Maybe he would read or draw on his skin with a pen. They would never talk or act like they haven't been at each other's necks for a while. They wouldn't pretend that happened between them. Not after the incident. Does Nightmare forgive Dream for the Apple Incident? No. But he understands both sides of the story. But it doesn't change the reality that Nightmare still doesn't forgive him. He hoped that maybe Dream would admit it before it was too late, or he would've helped Dream see the obvious signs. Now that both teams have a truce, they're in the same building, Nightmare's castle, and they've had a conference, most would assume things are fine. But Nightmare doesn't forgive Dream. And nothing's going to change it. Or maybe he's hoping it won't. But change is inevitable.

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     Nightmare had a lot of small habits and fidgets he'd do when he was bored. Make it tapping his foot in a rhythmic order, fiddling with his fingers, or having specific cravings like dark chocolate.

     And Dream knew it.

     Dream would never admit it, but he was obsessed with Nightmare. In his way, at least. He'd always pick up small habits he had, such as the small fidgets with his leg, the way his eyes would shrink a little when he saw something strange in the recent news, and when they'd widen when something interesting happened in his fantasy book.

     If Nightmare had a small habit, Dream would know it.

     Maybe it was the fact they'd been away for so long that he wanted to catch up in his way. On the other hand, Nightmare wanted to keep the past in the past. He thought it was selfish of Dream. Had Dream ever thought of asking Nightmare if he wanted to go back in the past? No. So, Nightmare didn't desire their past relationship, but Dream did. It caused a few complications. Eventually, Dream came to the exception that he would never get his opposite back.

     Now, it's their birthday. And Dream had a surprise for Nightmare. Of every small habit and fidgets Nightmare did, his favorite was twirling hair.

     Yes, the self-proclaimed God of Negativity, King of Darkness, the Destroyer of Hope and Dreams, loved messing with hair. It's a pleasant passion and hobby (besides fashion because all kings need to look good). Nightmare loved how it always felt when running his fingers through his hair; he'd sometimes try different hairstyles to get an excuse to mess with it or just touch his hair, feeling how smooth it felt against his fingers.

     And Dream decided to give his hair. Strange, yes, but it's probably the only shot Dream has at showing that he hasn't given up and appreciates him, despite the fact Nightmare probably would kill him if he had the chance. He'd ask Nightmare if he wanted to mess with his hair, and Nightmare would at least feel a bit happier around Dream.

     At the very least, make the atmosphere less awkward.

     Dream was muttering to himself the whole time before meeting with Nightmare. The Bad Sanses and Star Sanses teamed up to make a birthday party for both of them, despite Nightmare neglecting the idea. So, in the bathroom, acting like a teenage boy trying to confess to a popular girl, he went out, looking for Nightmare, adjusting his crown. He nervously entered the party and was bombarded with 'Happy birthdays!' and 'Congrats!' The room itself was the living room but filled with birthday decorations. There was a banner that said 'Dreamtale Twins!' in messy paint, multiple tables with food for both Nightmare and Dream's tastes (including sweets and savory foods), with things for everyone. There were the Bad Sanses and Star Sanses, along with some neutrals and allies like Fell and Sci, but Dream didn't care as much. First, he wanted Nightmare. He needed to find him. And, there he was in all his negative glory, sitting on the couch reading, doing his regular cross-legged position with his right leg in a way some would call... 'feminine.' Honestly, gender always confuses Nightmare and Dream. They didn't have a label. Anyways, Dream, fidgeting with his fingers, sat next to Nightmare. As planned, Nightmare stopped reading and looked at Dream. So did the others, wondering what was going on. Dream never sat next to Nightmare. Never.

     Dream honestly didn't plan this far.

     "U-Umm..." Dream starts. Which wasn't the best response, but it could be worse. Except it couldn't. Ink started snickering as Swap slapped him on the head, shooting Dream a pitiful look. Cross and Horror looked quite uncomfortable with the energy and aura gave off and stepped off a bit to the side near a far wall, still keeping an eye on both Dream and Nightmare. Killer and Dust looked at them but continued fighting over something, only making it worse for Dream and his positive aura. Fell and Sci were both drunk and making out, giving an aura of... ill content.

     Nightmare? He just sat there, staring at Dream with an annoyed look, waiting for him to speak his mind. Dream, however, all he could do was scream internally, hoping it didn't creep out. So, he let his aura do the dirty work. He gave off a feeling of needing and wanting to aim directly at Nightmare, along with the expression of being impatient, which Nightmare understood well enough. Nightmare stood up and walked out of the whole birthday room to his office room, a floor above the ground level. Dream quickly got up and followed, not wanting to be the center of attention any longer.

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     When Dream knocked on Nightmare's office door. Dream took a step back to look at the details while he waited. It appeared to be dark oak wood with golden accents and details (rumored to be pure gold). Nightmare opened it with a look that screamed, 'We need to talk.' Dream was planning on doing so. While walking among the halls of dark, gloomy wallpaper with an eerie ambiance, Dream reviewed exactly how the conversation would go. Nightmare would ask what's up, and Dream would explain that he was observing Nightmare and offer for him to braid his hair. Then, Nightmare would agree. Done. Maybe a bit more conversation if Dream was lucky, but that's all he planned.

     "Get in. Now," Nightmare ordered. Dream gladly complied, entering quickly. He looked at Nightmare with a nervous face, the fear evident in his eyes. Even if he weren't showing it, Nightmare would easily tell by his aura. "We need to talk," Nightmare ordered. "Now, what's going on? You're acting weird." He looked Dream up and down before continuing. "Well, weirder." He sneered and rolled his eyes, trying to mock Dream's self-confidence that left the moment he stepped into the room with an unnatural feeling that made it worse.

     "Well... We both know today's your- OUR!" Dream accidentally screamed when realizing today was, in fact, both of their birthdays, causing Nightmare to flinch while standing, his arms crossed. ". . . Right." He spoke in a monotone tone with annoyance laced around. Dream cleared his throat and spoke slower, still feeling timid. "Well, uh... I've been, uh, observing you a bit." Dream quickly searched for the word to make it less weird, but it seemed to weird out Nightmare more, as he looked more skeptical than before. Dream felt a bit uneasy and continued. "And I noticed how you like messing with your hair! So, uh..." Now that Dream thought about it, the whole idea was stupid! Asking if Nightmare wanted to mess with his hair? What kind of present was that?! He should've settled for something more appropriate! Nightmare must've sensed it because he sighed and spoke, still quite irritated but with a bit of pity.

     "Earth to Dream? Hello?" He flicked Dream's forehead, which brought Dream back to reality. Nightmare rolled his eyes. "You were saying? You were 'observing' me. What about it? If it's not worth my time, get out." He was beginning to grow impatient, and Dream certainly didn't plan this far ahead. "Right, right! So, the thing is—" Nightmare cut Dream off. "Is it the fact you didn't get me a present?" Dream quickly reacted, not thinking much while speaking. "NO, I DID! I DID! I- Uh.. I did! I swear I did! It's just-... Uh... Well, it's not that great." He looked down, ashamed it probably wasn't as great as Nightmare's gift for him. "My gift is kinda lame compared to what others got you." It's true. He saw others packing gifts for both of them, and some got Nightmare good suits, others good rings and necklaces, earrings, and even crowns that probably cost thousands! So why didn't he..?

     "Uh. I see you fidget. Especially when you're stressed, so, uhm... I was wondering if maybe— Unless you don't want to! Maybe you could... mess with my hair..?" Dream spoke the last words quietly and slowly as Nightmare processed the words carefully. When it all clicked in Nightmare's head, he looked at Dream and chuckled a little. Not a cold or mocking one like he usually does, but one that showed he thought it was a cute gesture. He ruffled Dream's hair playfully. "You, Dream Joku," Nightmare stated, emphasizing the word 'you.' "Had me thinking you were having a slow, agonizing dying. Seriously? That's it? I thought you were going to—... I don't know! Jump off a cliff or something like that! But messing with your hair? You could've asked!" It was hard to tell if Nightmare was annoyed with Dream, if he found Dream's nervousness a joke, or both... Probably both. So, While Nightmare was laughing at his stupidity, Dream gave an awkward smile. "So... Is that a yes?" He uttered hopefully.

     Nightmare sighed. "Yes. I guess it is. Wanna do it in your room?" He offered, opening the door of the office room. Dream smiled slightly. "Yeah! Afterward, I can mess with your hair!" He giggled and walked out, trusting Nightmare would follow him.

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     They both entered Dream's room, exactly how you probably imagined it. Since the truce, the Bad and Star Sanses have resided under the same roof to keep up with the balance easier. Dream's room used to be dark and gloomy to match the rest of the castle, but his aura couldn't handle it, so he redecorated it. Now, instead of the dreary wallpaper with black, grays, and hints of teal and blue, it was a light, soft shade of brown, giving an aesthetic vibe. There was a giant king bed with light oak wood for the frame, a pure white mattress with a yellowish orange blanket, and cute shaped pillows in the center with light pastel yellow curtains draped over it, putting it in a protective cone from the outside. There was a white corner desk filled with different organizers with pencils, erasers, markers, and random junk like slap bracelets and fidgets, nothing having an organized place. Some sticky notes were on the walls with notes and doodles of cute characters, photos with the Star Sanses, and other memories. On the ceiling, a few lamp-designed lights are there to keep the calming mood and aura alive to help Dream.

     Nightmare hated the room with a burning passion.

     He retracted his tendrils that lay still on his back and sat on the soft cushion bed, laying his back against the headboard, relaxing his tensed back with the soft white pillows, either of cinnamoroll or different shapes like stars of cats. He spread his legs to let Dream sit in front, and Dream undid his braid, revealing medium-length whitish-yellow hair. It used to be blackish-brown, but the last golden apple changed some of his appearance. Nightmare ran his fingers through the hair, feeling the messy tangles. Makes sense, he thought. Dream goes outside and trains a lot. It reminded him of the past. He and Dream gave each other different hairstyles and messed with each other's hair for fun, getting out all the tangles and knots. At least, they did. Then villagers moved in, and they stopped hanging out with each other. He ignored all he remembered. The past was the past, and it'll stay like that.

     The hair gave off a scent of some sort of coconut oil, but he didn't mind much. He started to twist the hair, twirl it around his finger, and mess with it. He began to braid it, and his mind became unaware of his surroundings. He did twists, attempted bubble braids, and let Dream's hair be free so he could feel how soft it was against his fingers. He loved the feeling. He'd ruffle Dream's hair a lot so he could comb it again. He put his face against the back of Dream's because of how soft and crisp it felt brushing against his face.

     At this point, it was heaven for Nightmare.

     The texture, the sight, everything, hell, even the smell of the hair put him in pure bliss. Nightmare never wanted it to end. Nightmare decided to comb Dream's hair in the end and make mini braids on the sides, putting them in front. Nightmare grabbed a mirror on the nightstand and handed it to Dream, who stared in awe. "It's beautiful!" He exclaimed. "Now, it's my turn!"

     So, they both switched places, Dream using Nightmare's hair for god knows what. Dream was never the best at doing hair. He always liked it messy, wild, and loose. His braids would be messy from training, or his hair would be out entirely. Nightmare was different; he liked his hair neat and organized but always added a bit of messiness to make it more appealing. If not, his hair would always be in a strict ponytail, if not a braid with no loose hairs. So, Nightmare was a bit nervous. Just a bit. He was worried about what Dream would do to his hair. Only Dream knows this, but Nightmare has a bit of OCD. He likes things neat, fashionable, and even. Dream's the opposite. Ironic, isn't it?

     Dream could sense Nightmare's uneasiness, so he tried doing it the way he saw Nightmare do it. First, he combed the hair with his fingers, and just as he thought, there were no tangles. It was like every hair was in a specific place. Dream felt slightly uncomfortable with the thought of him doing Nightmare's hair. He always overthink things like this. What if Nightmare didn't like the hairstyle? Or maybe he did it wrong and left his hair ruined! What if—

     "I can feel your obnoxious aura, Dream."

Nightmare's words brought Dream to reality with the situation, and he softly smiled at Nightmare. Dream took a deep breath, trying to stay in the moment. "Sorry, Night." Dream apologized. "Just a bit nervous. It's been a while since we just spent time together. As, y'know, friends." Dream let out an awkward chuckle, continuing combing the hair as Nightmare took in the sentence, thinking about every word.

     Individually, the word "friends."

     Were they friends? I mean, they both were trying to hunt down each other. Well, Nightmare did; Dream was more defense. But was today the day they were friends? More importantly, should they be friends? After all this time of hating each other? Is it right to be friends? Should they? Either way, why would Dream want that? I mean, Nightmare's been a total jerk, right? Why? Is this a trick? Why?

     Nightmare's thoughts were starting to overflow, so he leaned towards Dream's touch as he combed his hair with a gentle touch. Dream leaned in forward as well and played with Nightmare's hair, both being calm in the presence of one another. Since they were both opposites, they were attracted to each other by magic, making it feel better when they were in each other's company. Since the apple incident, it hurts Dream while they're fighting. However, with the calming aura present, it doesn't hurt as much. It brings both of them to the past. The more enjoyable parts, at least.

     At this point, it wasn't really about the hair. Dream and Nightmare were in love with each other's presence and felt at ease. It was like in the past, when both just stayed with each other, basking in each other's opposite auras. It felt like peace.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

     Eventually, the people in the party wanted to know where the hell both of them were. They looked in every room, including the game rooms, the training/sparring rooms, and other living rooms! But no one knew where they were. Eventually, Cross and Dust took a small peak in Dream's bedroom, the door slightly cracked open and caught a glimpse of Dream and Nightmare. They looked at each other, shocked, then shared a smile. They quickly locked the door from the inside and closed it, tip-toeing downstairs. While the others were still looking, Swap approached them, asking. "Did you find them?" Cross chuckled while Dust answered, having a soft smile on his face.

     "Don't bother looking for them. They've never been better."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

     Nightmare and Dream fell asleep on the bed, feeling comfy. All the hair messing and calming spirit in the atmosphere made them feel tired. So, even if Nightmare hated it, they slept on the warm, soft bed with a Cinnamoroll and Kuromi pillow, hugging each other. Dream was basically like a sloth clinging to Nightmare. Or maybe more like a Koala, if you know how they cling to things. And Nightmare had an arm behind Dream, ensuring he didn't let go. It was nice. Seeing how both of them were just like this, forgetting all about the past battles and injuries, the cruelties they put on each other. Most importantly, they forgot about the past and how they were both used and abused. They decided not to focus on that.

     They weren't Nightmare and Dream, sworn enemies. Not right now, at least.

     Maybe, just maybe, they could stay like this forever.

[astxrope]

The Svartalfar

The Svartalfar and Alfar each seem to share many parts of their culture, and language. As such, it is difficult for me to understand what may translate to names. Even more so for the Svartalfar, who seem to often call eachother with what I believe is their relation to the speaker. Such as one calling their siblings their older or younger sibling, or a new person they just met a stranger.

This way of adressing others seems to be exclusive to the Svartalfar and does not seem to carry over to Alfheim, though Alfar names don't easily translate to languages I have put significant time into studying, some Svartalfar words do translate much easier.

Svartalfheim is dark. Very dark, covered in a thick black mist that almost entirely blocks out the sun, leaving the planet cold and near dead on its surface, though mushrooms do seem to enjoy these conditions, and the Svartalfar seem to have learned what ones are dangerously toxic, and what ones are nice in a stew.

The planet is covered in thorny vines, while they can be rather annoying to traverse, they're also increadibly sturdy, often twisted into walls to make buildings, and while simple and often crudely made, can be rather complex inside. The thorns seem large and often are used as hand and foot holds when scaling up the vines.

And in addition, Svartalfar have digitigrade legs, and sharp claws on the end that can dig into the softer flesh of the vines when there are no footholds, and to help with balance, they have long sturdy tails to assist. Their skin is often purple, blending into the dark mist of the skies, and seems to shine in the moonlight.

Speaking of, there's only one point of illumination on Svartalfheim, coming from their moon, which has a bright enough glow to pierce through the mist blanketing the light coming from Yggdrassil's sun. Though Svartalfheim is one of the furthest planets from said sun. I believe it may have been technologically advanced by the Alfar, though I can't verify.

Much like the Alfar, they have symbolic tattoos, many consisting of moons, vines and swirls of mist, and while the Alfar usually only have them on their eyes and arms, Svartalfar often have tattoos on their legs aswell, and sometimes on their chest from what I can see.

Seeing strangers naked is not exactly on my roster, but I have seen some spines and swirls sticking out from under necklines of shirts.

The only other point that used to illuminate Svartalfheim?

The Bifrost station, though that has since been surrounded by near impenetrable layers upon layers of vines and mist even thicker than that of the skies. Almost attempting to protect the planet. It won't work, of course, however it is very annoying to try and investigate the Bifrost station, as there's only one gap in the vines large enough for me to squeeze through, and when you have wings on your back... it can make for a rather unpleasent experience.

Well, that's all of the planets done... With no sight of the train there is a lot I could get researched in the meantime. Information on the Bifrost, what may happen to Midgard. Helheim.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Supernatural

Relationships: Gabriel & Lucifer, Jack Kline & Lucifer

Additional Tags: Lucifer is Jack Kline's Parent, Post-Canon Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Happy, Gabriel and Lucifer are Siblings (Supernatural), The ArchAngels Discord Drabble Weekly Challenge (Supernatural), Child Jack Kline

Summary:

Definition: 1. A test of the child to figure out who the father is. 2. A test of the father to figure out if he's ready to be in the child's life.

"He doesn't look much like me," Lucifer says. He's quiet enough that Gabriel second-guesses what he heard and doesn't bother to respond, up until the silence gets to Lucifer and he pushes, "does he?" Gabriel opens his eyes. He's sprawled out over the back of the picnic bench, and without turning, he can see Lucifer's shoulder and the back of his head. The sky takes up most of his vision. It's strikingly blue, barely a wisp of a cloud cutting through the middle of his vision. The sun is a warm, bright reassurance of freedom, and, not for the first time, Gabriel wonders if Lucifer feels the same way about it. He was stuck in Hell for a lot longer. Gabriel still doesn't answer for another minute, letting his thoughts collect into something more coherent than the lazy mess they've become, but he makes a noise so that Lucifer knows he's thinking about it. Lucifer leans back, resting one arm on the table.

Gabriel's exhausted. He must be getting old, or maybe no one's immune to being run ragged by their baby nephew, not even archangels. It's Raphael's turn with Jack, now. They're teaching him to fly.

Michael wanted to be here. Lucifer almost allowed it.

They'll have time to figure that out later.

Gabriel's a little surprised he's allowed around Jack. Maybe he and Lucifer have finally hurt each other enough that it evened out. He knows that can't be the case (or else, wouldn't Michael fall into the same category?) Still, there's a certain satisfaction in the idea that they each took their licks and can let bygones be bygones.

(He envies Raphael sometimes, for getting out of the game before it got worse, but then he remembers how the Empty felt, how it-

No one won. Except Dad. Until he didn't. Really should have paid attention to how the rest of them went down and realized that you don't fuck with the Winchesters, no matter how big you are, because they make sure you fall harder.)

"He's blond. Darker than you, but close enough to count," Gabriel says, finally. He runs his tongue over his lip, feels the minute indentations of the skin. It's soothing, so long as he doesn't think too hard about why that is. "You have the same smile," he adds.

"I wasn't talking about my vessel." Gabriel shifts and rests his hands over his stomach. One very brave mosquito buzzes up to his ear. Gabriel flicks his head, once, twice, but the little daredevil doesn't scare easy. He sits up, crossing his legs under him.

"I know you weren't," Gabriel says, waving the mosquito away. "Shoo. I taste bad."

"What?" Lucifer turns to look at him. The mosquito drifts towards his neck, and Gabriel swats at the air beside it. It finally catches the hint and flies away.

"Not talking to you." Gabriel can actually see Jack and Raphael now. He'd like to say that Jack's a natural, but he's far from it.

Michael used to tell stories about Lucifer as a fledgling and about how awkward of a flier he was for decades. Gabriel was never able to square that with the older brother he knew, he was so graceful, so beautiful, so perfect. Now, he looks at Jack, and he thinks he can see it in every mismatched flap of his wings.

"Weren't you in a different one, anyway?" he asks. He knows bits and pieces of the story. The funny parts.

"I don't want to talk about it." Lucifer's tone turns sharp and upset, and Gabriel stows the taunt he has on the tip of his tongue about Lucifer slutting his way through prospective vessels. Above them, Jack tumbles, one wing beating slower than the other and sending him into a nosedive as he frantically tries to correct himself. Lucifer jumps up, watching Jack. Gabriel reaches out to grab his wrist and stop him. His eyes are on Raphael, who plummets faster than Jack and spreads their wings below him to cushion his fall. Jack lands against one, rolls back against the third pair, and by the time he hits the ground, his momentum has been broken. Gabriel and Lucifer can both hear him laugh as Raphael settles on the grass beside him. Gabriel catches the hint of a smile on their sibling's face, and he's reminded that it's not just him who missed taking care of the younger angels. Gabriel relaxes his grip, and Lucifer sits back down.

"It doesn't matter, anyway. You were throwing grace into the mix, not DNA."

"But he doesn't-" Lucifer cuts himself off. Gabriel eyes him.

"Are you doubting he's yours? You need Maury to announce to the world that you're the father?" Lucifer chuckles, which catches Gabriel off-guard.

"I know he's mine." Lucifer's voice is soft, affectionate. Familiar to a part of Gabriel that's centuries out of use. "He's perfect."

Gabriel would beg to differ. The kid was raised by Winchesters, killed a couple people, declared himself God, the works.

"He's good," Lucifer whispers. "He's nothing like me."

Oh, Gabriel thinks. It takes less than a minute for his pity to twist into a scowl on his face. Jack's right there, and Gabriel can see it on his face that he wants something with Lucifer. There's a place in his life for Lucifer to be his father, and Lucifer, instead of taking it, is sitting back and watching from afar. He's so scared of corrupting Jack by getting close to him that he's going to make the kid wonder what he's done wrong when Lucifer is willing to make amends with his brothers, but not with his own son.

"Lucky for you, you come by being a deadbeat dad honestly," Gabriel snaps. He expects Lucifer to get angry with him for that comment, not to stare at Gabriel like he's stuck a knife in his back. Some of that pity stirs up to soften Gabriel's blows. "What do you want more, Luci? To put him on a pedestal so high you can't see him, or for him to hug you whenever you come around?" Lucifer watches Raphael help Jack to his feet, their wings brushing against his as they run their hands over the arch like they're making sure he isn't hurt. Of course he isn't. Raphael would never let that happen.

"I want him to be happy." Gabriel nods his head at Jack.

"Then, look. He's happy," he says, "and if you spend time with him, I promise, he's not going to hate you and become miserable." Lucifer doesn't move, and Gabriel loads his final argument and aims where he knows he'll hit hardest. "Besides, what a way to stick it to Dad." Lucifer looks back at him, and he smiles. Gabriel wasn't lying about the family resemblance there. Raphael and Jack take to the sky again, and after a moment of watching them go, Lucifer stands. Even their wings could have been perfect mirrors once, but Lucifer's are more scars and hellfire now than the shiny pearl coloring of Jack's feathers. Lucifer follows them, cutting a jagged path through the air, not the awkward fledgling that Michael remembered nor the graceful older brother Gabriel looked up to. If Gabriel told Jack about those old ghosts, he wonders if Jack would believe that Lucifer was ever like that. If he could square who he was once with who he is now.

Gabriel pushes himself off the bench and spreads his wings. They groan protest. He really is getting old.

He flies after Lucifer.

[hey-its-cweepy]

I FORGOT TO POST

But i decided to twst the toucan family from Rio! (Obviously I cant do all 21 kids so I decided to leave it at 6 lol)

More info under cut!

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Their parents are Ana María (their mom) and Francisco (their dad)

•As pointed out in blue in the 2nd image, Francisco's nose is purposefully drawn in a way thats different from my usual noses but my attempt of darkening his skin eats up my blue marker😭/NM

•Both parents have brown eyes but Francisco's is darker than his wife's

•Their dad is a dance professor and their mom is a social ettiquite professor (in RSA)

•In fact, all of their kids are pretty good with dance with all the kids having different levels of skill according to their age

•Ana María is a pretty strict mom but she's never raised a hand at her kids, neither of them have

•Where Francisco casually lets his kids pull at his hair and hang from his clothes without a care in the world, basically letting them treat him like a playground, they know their mom doesnt tolerate any of the sort

•Francisco is 42 and Ana María is 39

•They first met during a carnival/festival just like the canon characters bcs I think its cute<3

•These gremlins are Carla (pink eyes) and Belmira (brown eyes)

•They're both around 4yrs old

•They're also both gremlins that like to violently shake anyone they can and use teamwork to torment their victims

•They also have the bad habit of playing a bit too roughly

•The pink eyes are from their mom's side of the family and is a recessive gene

•Out of all the kids, they're the quiet ones

•They're never really too far away from each other or their parents and typically have matching outfits (or with minor differences)

•The blue haired tall guy is Tulio and the blue haired daughter is Silva (ft. Belmira and Francisco but I already talked abt them lol)

•Silva can be a bit shy and studdery but the moment her siblings jump someone, she's jumping in

•Its like one sibling's violence makes them all want to join in

•Tulio gives the illusion he's someone responsible, but make no mistake, because he's the guy that sneaks out late at night /HJ

•Tulio and Amos have beef with each other

•Tulio is 17 and Silva is 13

•All of the siblings are very protective of their family and you do NOT want all 6 of them attacking you

•Silva sometimes anxiously pulls at her own hair if she's too stressed out, all of the siblings try to prevent it from happening

•Mariano's the orange haired taller one and Benicio is the smaller one with yellow roots (ft. Carla and Ana María but again I already talked abt them lol)

•Out of the 2 older ones, Tulio's still more responsible than Mariano, in fact, Mariano's often the one dragging Tulio out of the house late at night in the first place

•Mariano's very much a "do first, think later" type of person

•Benicio has the bad habit of randomly pulling other people's hair, regardless of wether its his own siblings, his dad or a complete stranger

•His parents have no idea why Benicio has the inexplicable urge to pull people's hair, Francisco's just gotten used to it

•Mariano is 16 and Benicio's 11

•Out of all of them, its often Benicio getting in trouble for playing *too* rough

•Mariano can be prone to throwing things if he's angry enough

•That rabbit plushie Benicio's holding was actually stolen from another kid

[klaymoggs-armikrog-blog]

In Connection to what i posted to you a few hours ago... do you have any other headcanons about the Astro Bros's Ixling (My word for a baby Ixen) days? Any bad blood between the brothers at any point?

In their early years, Tommy almost had to raise himself emotionally because his parents were more focused on his education and their careers. He did a lot of reading when he was old enough to, being read to by the nursemaid before that, and has a 'secret library' with all his favorite books and stuffed toys (his friends) that he'd retreat to. He had a Carpathian Brain-sucker toy (it came in a set) and was so afraid of it he put it under a box in the back of the closet, never going close to it until he was sure it 'died' from lack of brains to eat.

Vognaut grew up in a simple nuclear family with a sibling some years older than him who ran away. Ever since then he was an only child. Secretly, Vognaut has always had a fear of worms and bug-like things that goes back as far as he can remember. He can deal with them now but they still make his skin crawl. He also actually did have a space mobile, and when he was still young imagined there was a pilot in the spaceship who would encourage him.

Numnaut doubts sometimes if he had ever seen either of his parents' faces. His earliest memories are dark and dank places under bridges and through the bars of shopping carts. Maybe he was picked up by accident, or left behind on purpose, but there he was all the same. It's a miracle he's still alive, really. In his younger school years he secretly started living on campus, and once he got adopted by Tommy's mom (who's name, as I forgot to say before, is (at least currently) Cruithne) got introduced to the Big Honkin' Mansion of a House but made himself right at home while squirreling stuff away in a secret spot "just in case". A boy full of survival skills.

I might've touched on it a bit in the other ask but yeah, for a bit none of them really got along. No bad blood, per se, but a lot of butting heads and bitter feelings (mostly between Vognaut and Tommynaut on Tommy's side), most of which Vognaut was oblivious to. Numnaut just sort of passively observed Tommy but, as it is wont to do, time goes on, they learned stuff about each other through one way or another, and they realized they're actually pretty fun and cool and smart and etc. and hanging out becomes the natural state of things.

Until, of course, they get into the Astronaut Academy and Vognaut and Numnaut start pulling that much farther away from Tommynaut status-wise, and nothing Tommy does seems to help him catch up. And then Vog and Num 'die' on their mission to find a power supply for Ixen and Tommy puts all his past beef aside to chase after them yet again when nobody else would. And then he finds Vognaut, but he's changed (literally), and they have to Deal With That (through the plot of my Very Cool Armikrog: Revisited AU ;D) and it's just a bad time that gets Very Badder but they do come out of it all the closer.

This was more about their childhood situations and roughly a third of the plot of my trilogy one singular AU-fic thing than anything but I hope this was still a somewhat satisfactory answer to your query :]

[quietwings-fics]

Paternity Test

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Gen (Gabriel & Lucifer, Jack & Lucifer) Additional Tags: Lucifer is Jack Kline's Parent, Post-Canon Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Happy, Gabriel and Lucifer are Siblings (Supernatural), The ArchAngels Discord Drabble Weekly Challenge (Supernatural), Child Jack Kline Wordcount: 1259 Podfic Length: 10:31 Summary:

Definition: 1. A test of the child to figure out who the father is. 2. A test of the father to figure out if he's ready to be in the child's life.

"He doesn't look much like me," Lucifer says. He's quiet enough that Gabriel second-guesses what he heard and doesn't bother to respond, up until the silence gets to Lucifer and he pushes, "does he?" Gabriel opens his eyes. He's sprawled out over the back of the picnic bench, and without turning, he can see Lucifer's shoulder and the back of his head. The sky takes up most of his vision. It's strikingly blue, barely a wisp of a cloud cutting through the middle of it. The sun is a warm, bright reassurance of freedom, and, not for the first time, Gabriel wonders if Lucifer feels the same way about it. He was stuck in Hell for a lot longer. Gabriel still doesn't answer for another minute, letting his thoughts collect into something more coherent than the lazy mess they've become, but he makes a noise so that Lucifer knows he's thinking about it. Lucifer leans back, resting one arm on the table.

Gabriel's exhausted. He must be getting old, or maybe no one's immune to being run ragged by their baby nephew, not even archangels. It's Raphael's turn with Jack, now. They're teaching him to fly.

Michael wanted to be here. Lucifer almost allowed it.

They'll have time to figure that out later.

Gabriel's a little surprised he's allowed around Jack. Maybe he and Lucifer have finally hurt each other enough that it evened out. He knows that can't be the case (or else, wouldn't Michael fall into the same category?) Still, there's a certain satisfaction in the idea that they each took their licks and can let bygones be bygones.

(He envies Raphael sometimes, for getting out of the game before it got worse, but then he remembers how the Empty felt, how it-

No one won. Except Dad. Until he didn't. Really should have paid attention to how the rest of them went down and realized that you don't fuck with the Winchesters, no matter how big you are, because they make sure you fall harder.)

"He's blond. Darker than you, but close enough to count," Gabriel says, finally. He runs his tongue over his lip, feels the minute indentations of the skin. It's soothing, so long as he doesn't think too hard about why that is. "You have the same smile," he adds.

"I wasn't talking about my vessel." Gabriel shifts and rests his hands over his stomach. One very brave mosquito buzzes up to his ear. Gabriel flicks his head, once, twice, but the little daredevil doesn't scare easy. He sits up, crossing his legs under him.

"I know you weren't," Gabriel says, waving the mosquito away. "Shoo. I taste bad."

"What?" Lucifer turns to look at him. The mosquito drifts towards his neck, and Gabriel swats at the air beside it. It finally catches the hint and flies away.

"Not talking to you." Gabriel can actually see Jack and Raphael now. He'd like to say that Jack's a natural, but he's far from it.

Michael used to tell stories about Lucifer as a fledgling and about how awkward of a flier he was for decades. Gabriel was never able to square that with the older brother he knew, he was so graceful, so beautiful, so perfect. Now, he looks at Jack, and he thinks he can see it in every mismatched flap of his wings.

"Weren't you in a different one, anyway?" he asks. He knows bits and pieces of the story. The funny parts.

"I don't want to talk about it." Lucifer's tone turns sharp and upset, and Gabriel stows the taunt he has on the tip of his tongue about Lucifer slutting his way through prospective vessels. Above them, Jack tumbles, one wing beating slower than the other and sending him into a nosedive as he frantically tries to correct himself. Lucifer jumps up, watching Jack. Gabriel reaches out to grab his wrist and stop him. His eyes are on Raphael, who plummets faster than Jack and spreads their wings below him to cushion his fall. Jack lands against one, rolls back against the third pair, and by the time he hits the ground, his momentum has been broken. Gabriel and Lucifer can both hear him laugh as Raphael settles on the grass beside him. Gabriel catches the hint of a smile on their sibling's face, and he's reminded that it's not just him who missed taking care of the younger angels. Gabriel relaxes his grip, and Lucifer sits back down.

"It doesn't matter. You were throwing grace into the mix, not DNA."

"But he doesn't-" Lucifer cuts himself off. Gabriel eyes him.

"Are you doubting he's yours? You need Maury to announce to the world that you're the father?" Lucifer chuckles, which catches Gabriel off-guard.

"I know he's mine." Lucifer's voice is soft, affectionate. Familiar to a part of Gabriel that's centuries out of use. "He's perfect."

Gabriel would beg to differ. The kid was raised by Winchesters, killed a couple people, declared himself God, the works.

"He's good," Lucifer whispers. "He's nothing like me."

Oh, Gabriel thinks. It takes less than a minute for his pity to twist into a scowl on his face. Jack's right there, and Gabriel can see it on his face that he wants something with Lucifer. There's a place in his life for Lucifer to be his father, and Lucifer, instead of taking it, is sitting back and watching from afar. He's so scared of corrupting Jack by getting close to him that he's going to make the kid wonder what he's done wrong when Lucifer is willing to make amends with his brothers, but not with his own son.

"Lucky for you, you come by being a deadbeat dad honestly," Gabriel snaps. He expects Lucifer to get angry with him for that comment, not to stare at Gabriel like he's stuck a knife in his back. Some of that pity stirs up to soften Gabriel's blows. "What do you want more, Luci? To put him on a pedestal so high you can't see him, or for him to hug you whenever you come around?" Lucifer watches Raphael help Jack to his feet, their wings brushing against his as they run their hands over the arch like they're making sure he isn't hurt. Of course he isn't. Raphael would never let that happen.

"I want him to be happy." Gabriel nods his head at Jack.

"Then, look. He's happy," he says, "and if you spend time with him, I promise, he's not going to hate you and become miserable." Lucifer doesn't move, and Gabriel loads his final argument and aims where he knows he'll hit hardest. "Besides, what a way to stick it to Dad." Lucifer looks back at him, and he smiles. Gabriel wasn't lying about the family resemblance there. Raphael and Jack take to the sky again, and after a moment of watching them go, Lucifer stands. Even their wings could have been perfect mirrors once, but Lucifer's are more scars and hellfire now than the shiny pearl coloring of Jack's feathers. Lucifer follows them, cutting a jagged path through the air, not the awkward fledgling that Michael remembered nor the graceful older brother Gabriel looked up to. If Gabriel told Jack about those old ghosts, he wonders if Jack would believe that Lucifer was ever like that. If he could square who he was once with who he is now.

Gabriel pushes himself off the bench and spreads his wings. They groan protest. He really is getting old.

He flies after Lucifer.

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