#a knights owl curse

[romancemedia]

CGI Animated Movies (3)

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Okay, well, while I have time to do this: our custom tag list! These are the ones I remember/frequent posters, so hopefully it helps you guys and us.

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#the shepherd of the system - Silas "Shepherd" Morgan fictive from Curse of Strahdanya

#the professor: azran - Clayton Azran fictive from Curse of Strahdanya

#the shadows beauty - Victoria Isaacs fictive from Curse of Strahdanya

#the fire fighter - gideon coal fictive from once upon a witchlight

#[The one and only] ~Kremy - Kremy Lecroux fictive from Once Upon a Witchlight

#the goblin druid - Gricko Grimgrin fictive from Once Upon a Witchlight

#werecat frost - Morning Frost fictive from Once Upon a Witchlight

#the bugbear collective - Torbek and Duke fictive from Once Upon a Witchlight

#the cursed goblin - Skrimm Stabbaskotch fictive from Icebound

#the ocean calls - Barnabos the Dreadwake fictive from Icebound

#the artic beast - Jornir introject from Icebound

#sereni-tea's dragon - Taishen introject from Icebound

#bardic whispers - Caprice DeSesto fictive from Of Heart and Harvest (goes by Whisper/Whispers)

#shen-shi's creation - Taishen Fireblossom fictive from Of Heart and Harvest (goes by Shen-Shi)

#sinners sins - Shepherd Morgan introject from Of Heart and Harvest (goes by Sinner)

#the bard is a raccoon - Booker T. Raccoon fictive from Uprooted

#star time - Pyke fictive from Stardust Rhapsody

#the ship's captain - Rett fictive from Stardust Rhapsody

#it's an oozoid life - Leboosh fictive from Stardust Rhapsody

#stars shine - Rex Maxim fictive from Stardust Rhapsody [accompanying tag: #rex's video game ramblings]

#your local space clown - Chuckles fictive from Stardust Rhapsody (and some oneshots)

#the owl's owlet - Felix Ackerman fictive from Beneath Dark Wings

#the long awaited iris - Iris of the Sands fictive from Beneath Dark Wings

#jer&co. - Jericho Sticks and Virgil introjects from Edge of Midnight (Mainly Jericho)

#the night calls - Lethica Nightborne introject from Edge of Midnight

#the loyal knight - Marius Renathyr fictive from Edge of Midnight

#the undead croc warlock - Briggsy Kratch introject from Edge of Midnight

[sepublic]

OH FUCK????????? NEW SHOW BY DANA TERRACE!!!! WITH OTHER HEAD WRITERS JBO AND ZACH MARCUS FROM OWL HOUSE!!!!!

I’d known for a while that Dana had some project in the works, based on her Patreon ramblings but her own show? An indie show she’s in charge of again?! With the same guys she wrote TOH with, holy crap! And released by Glitch, of The Amazing Digital Circus fame!!!!

It’s glorious. It’s already got gore and cursing. We get to see these writers go unhinged. This is like a gift for me! And it’s surreal that we’re really going to get another story from these writers after all, and without the limitations. I’m really glad to see that less than two years after TOH’s ending, Dana and JBO and Zach are already working on another cartoon that they’re in charge of! I’m really happy to see them get to still create, and on their own terms. Where will they go with this…?

Also I gotta say that the princess’ idyllic dreams contrasting with the gorey reality of her body… Reminds me of this YouTube comment I saw once that really stuck with me, about a skinned frog corpse still making leaping motions, as if it still believes its happily jumping through the lily pads. I REALLY dig that.

There’s not enough to really speculate but if I had to guess, it’s about some fantasy medieval characters being reanimated in the future with technology and grappling with their past lives’ conflict with their current undead existences, and the change and existential horror of death. Like the Homunculi from Fullmetal Alchemist 2003. Yeah…!

I gotta add; I can see a bit of Dana’s art style, as well as the other features of her typical body horror, in this as well! When she said she’d been really looking forward to this year, HOO BOY… I never really imagined how much we’d be getting!

I want to give this project respect as its own thing from TOH as well, but I also gotta acknowledge that I can see just a bit of Collector vibes from this character. But also the juxtaposition of her sleeping pose feels very much like that WAKE UP gag with Hunter, which had been one of the first bits ever written for the show! I’ve looked at Dana’s past artwork too and there’s been a recurring theme of cutesy magical stuff contrasted with an unflinching brutality. Glad to recognize marks of a creator as they create!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Can you confirm if Maleanor really did bless Malleus to be feared by humans or not? I hear people say it a lot but not sure where that’s from. Thanks in advance if you answer this!

The whole “Malleus’s mom blessed/cursed him to be frightening to humans” idea originates from lines Maleanor delivers in 7-77: “Malleus shall be the star of fortune who shines down upon the fae of Briarland… And likewise shall he be the star of misfortune that humans will fear […] Night’s blessings.” (There is a gap for additional dialogue + interjections from other characters before she says “Night’s blessings”.)

Fans theorize that she anticipated the conflict with humans continuing even after Malleus hatched. She therefore blessed him to be feared by humans as a protective measure. However, the dreary future she predicted ended up not being the case, and her son lives in a relatively peaceful era—so her “blessing” actually backfired and became more of a “curse” that isolates Malleus from his peers and prevents him from forming proper bonds. This would explain why Malleus is so often accidentally forgotten or intentionally left out of events despite being such a renown mage and important individual; Maleanor’s supposed blessing/curse is causing this.

It’s hard to tell because of the limited game assets (and we don’t yet have the manga or anime adaptation of this scene to know for sure), but… personally, I don’t think this “blessing”/“curse” is real. It becomes clearer if we compare 7-77 with the scene in which Lilia meets baby!Silver (which has an explicitly confirmed blessing which easily parallels Maleanor’s) in 7-81 (part 1): “Son of the Dawn Knight, today is your new birthday. As such, I shall bestow upon you a special gift. Night’s blessing.”

Here, Lilia also says the phrase “Night’s blessing”, which appears to be a term in Briarland (or at least among nocturnal far?) which seems to be a way to wish good luck or best wishes to others. Then sparkles come across the screen and Silver’s hair color changes to express his newfound blessing. The sparkles are proof of the blessing taking effect.

A similar sparkle effect plays after Maleanor’s declaration. However, the difference is that it is accompanied by a chiming sound and her sprite disappearing from the screen. (It’s hard to convey this via screenshots alone so I recommend you look up a video or play the game yourself to witness it.) This implies to me that the sparkles in 7-77 are NOT the same sparkles of a blessing, but rather the result of Maleanor teleporting herself away to face the Silver Owls.

Let's also look at 7-337, which occurs right after Malleus returns from his OB and Lilia is on the brink of death.

Silver pleads with Lilia to open his eyes, but… Lilia doesn’t. Suddenly, there’s a bunch of sparkles, and Grim notes that Silver’s hair has changed color.

“Eh… hair? Oh no, no way/it’s impossible… My father’s blessing is gone…”

This implies that blessings die out with the blessing giver passing on. And Maleanor is confirmed to be dead, so ���� even if she had cast a blessing on Malleus at some point, it would not be in effect when Malleus is born since she is no longer around to sustain the blessing.

We see this more accurately reflected in Malleus’s interactions with his peers too. While humans (mainly NPCs) do fear him, there there many exceptions to the supposed “curse” or “blessing”. These include, but are not limited to: Kalim, Rook, Silver, Sebek (half human), Yuu, Leona, etc.

In summary, Maleanor blessing Malleus to be feared by humans is a fan theory, not technically canon. It's not something I believe in myself, but you should look at both sides that I've laid out in this post and let you come to your own conclusions!

[bluerosefox]

Over Tea

A sudden chill sweeps through Gotham, almost like Mr. Freeze had just attacked only thing was the man was currently locked away in Arkham, and was felt by all. And talked by all via word of mouth and on social media as well.

The clouds and smog that covered their dark city shifted and swirled, a rumble beginning deep inside them as the weather turned from smoggy to rain and thunder with no real warning. The strangest thing was the green glow that could be seen when thunder rumbled inside the gray clouds.

Then like a candle being blown out, the rumbling stopped, the rain ended, and the clouds parted all over Gotham.

For the first time in a while Gotham had a clear sky and it felt... it felt like something heavy had been lifted off the city.

It was this sudden shift and the all felt chill that had set off alerts for Batman and his family. Since early morning since the first change and shift happened he was in front of the Batcomputer trying to narrow down where it started.

After hours of searching with the help of Red Robin, Oracle and strangely enough Red Hood, they managed to narrow down where the odd power had been coming from.

Was still coming from, only very low.

The old and abandoned observatory tower.

-x-x-

"More ecto-tea Lady Gotham?" Danny asked, his hand waving towards the steaming pot nearby.

The woman smiled lightly, her dark painted lips curling up to show her sharp fangs for a moment before saying "No but thank you Young Kingling though I would like more cookies if you don't mind. Now where were we?"

Danny nodded towards her and signaled towards a maid skeleton ghost who walked forward with a tray of cookies. The maid swiftly placed a few more cookies on the spirit embodiment of Gotham plate before bowing and stepping away.

"We were just about to discuss the sentience of the Court of Owls." Danny said as he lightly tapped the large almost mountain of paperwork on the table they were sitting at, floating high above the floor as shooting stars and planets drifted around them. Many ghosts floated around as well, servants that had sworn their loyalty to the Young King, and were preparing things like snacks and drinks for two powerful beings in the room as they discussed business. Nearby doors and windows though were ghostly knights that stood tall and alert, making sure no interlopers interrupted the meeting taking place and ready to defend not only Lady Gotham but their King.

"Ah yes them." Lady Gotham grimaced as she took a drink of her ecto-tea. "That will take some time for us to discuss, they've been running around unchecked for to long and even with my limited abilities to hinder them has been less than ideal."

"You, Lady G, were deeply cursed for many, many years and I just broke most of it." Danny cut in quickly, he was not about to let this wonderful and powerful city spirit blame herself for something out of her hands "Due to said curse you couldn't do much so please don't go blaming yourself. Its mostly broken now, so you can freely start healing yourself and your city self now that jerk demon that cursed you is in Walker's prison for his crimes."

Lady Gotham grew silent for a moment, her dark eyes staring deeply at the young King but then warmly smiled, well as warm as she could seeing how she was Gotham itself. "You reminded me of my Knight, Young King, treating me like this. Not afraid to point out the truth and facts."

Danny gave a light laugh as he took a hold of one of the cookies on his plate and gave a bite "I'll take that as a compliment Lady Gotham. Now about those Court of Owls...."

[lost-romantique]

It really isn't hard to see why people ship Stolitz...

One thing I notice a lot of Anti-Stolitz shippers do is demonize one person over the other on what happened in Full Moon. Either Blitz is the most abusive asshole that was about to physically beat the shit out of Stolas, or Stolas is some rapist that got upset his victim didn't accept his grand love confession. Both of which are extremely bad takes.

If you blindly pick a side on who was right and who was wrong, than yeah it's no wonder you can't get aboard this ship and that's your own prerogative.

When people ask me why I ship Stolitz, I'll tell you why:

Because underneath all their resentment and anger they hold for one another, they both genuinely care so deeply about the other. Their interaction in the latter half of Apology Tour says as much:

Stolas, despite, having the right to completely blow off Blitz when he approached him. Chooses to instead hide Blitz's face as a way to protect him from being seen, just so they can have a chance to talk.

Despite how horribly Blitz treated him earlier in the day, Stolas still finds comfort just being held by him. Stolas still trusts Blitz, his little knight in shining armor to protect him.

Blitz is so gentle with Stolas throughout this interaction, when Stolas gets upset and falls dramatically off his lap, Blitz freaks out. The first thing Blitz does is curse at himself for fucking up, only to immediately get Stolas up on his feet and guide him to the couch.

Blitz does the right thing and allows Stolas to dance with BTB when he looks to him for permission because: Blitz understands that he wasn't in the right mindset to reciprocate the sort of affection Stolas was seeking at that moment, and because Blitz knew that Stolas deserved to have a night of fun.

BONUS:

This scene is so poignant and so powerful in my mind, that I honestly consider it one of the most beautifully heartbreaking moments of the show.

Blitz is forced to realize that by pushing people away, by building up all these walls that surround him, he essentially created this much carnage he never meant to.

To top it all off, this episode ends with Blitz letting Stolas go, even though he desperately doesn't want to.

(Someone give Blitz a hug please, my poor precious bean.)

I love the fact that these two men are genuinely what the other needs in their life.

A big reason as to why Stolas is in love with Blitz is because Blitz was the first person that introduced him to the concept of freedom. While Stolas just seemingly accepted his fate of dedicating his entire life to being a proper Prince of the Goetia.

Blitz wasn't like that, from the very beginning, Blitz was someone that dreamed of something bigger for himself, something better, something that usually an imp like himself could never hope to achieve. Blitz is a dreamer, and Stolas admired that.

As adults, Blitz taught Stolas that he had a right to pursue his own sense of freedom, that he didn't need to live a life trapped in the woes of being a Goetia in an abusive marriage.

Blitz, unknowingly, taught Stolas that he didn't need to be an owl trapped in a cage! Blitz taught Stolas that he had a right to pursue his own dreams, his own happiness.

If it wasn't for Blitz, Stolas would still be living that miserable life of conformity.

Even now, there's so much Stolas could learn from Blitz, and Stolas recognizes that: "Maybe there's somethin' here for us to glean. For you to teach, and me to try to learn."

What Stolas can do for Blitz, is be that pillar of support Blitz desperately needs in his life. Someone that will always be by his side when his self-hatred starts to take control.

Blitz needs someone in his life that can be there to remind him that he too has a right to be happy, that he too has a right to be loved.

And there is no person better for that job than Stolas, who *still* holds so much love for this little red lizard.

Stolas can be there to teach Blitz to be better for others, and be kinder to himself.

Also, low-key...

These two are so fucking hot together, like goddamn.

[eldenbiscuit]

The ritual of evocatio was premised on the belief that a people could be made vulnerable if the power and kindness of its tutelary deities were to be diverted outside of the Tower. And so, Iver’s compassion to Sir Messmer’s knights was deemed a betrayal.

Iver:

- was once in training to become a Hornsent tutelary deity, but her acts of mercy towards Messmer’s men see her banished. At the sentencing, Hornsent Grandam convinced the inquisitor elders to move down her punishment from imprisonment/death to banishment. In exchange, she must provide healing and protective services to Enir Ilim in perpetuity.

- well versed in protective and healing magic from her above training

- she has a secret love for the Erdtree, inherited from her great-grandmother.

- as she was without protection after her banishment, she picks up the art of wielding curseblades to survive.

- she’s deeply curious of Messmer, enjoys pushing his buttons then getting the fuck away.

Bubo:

- is a Rauh owl with scarlet rot adopted by Iver after her banishment from Enir Ilim.

- his name has several meanings: “horned owl”, and “owl of ill omen” being two of them. However, he was initially named by the Bloodfiends as a callback to his rot (bubo = pustule). Despite his limitations and ancient age, Bubo thrives when helped along.

- he despises indiscriminate swathes of things, (with Messmer and Tarnished at the helm of his To Hate list), and holds lifelong grudges.

If only there was an elderly, horned and cursed demigod who also loves trees and thrives at life by sheer force of being an absolute Tarnished hater, they’d get along swimmingly. 😔

[rayroseu]

I think the similarity between Malleus and Grim might be because Grim is Malenoa's phantom.

To preface, I'm assuming Malenoa overblotted because of the scene in Sleeping Beauty where she snapped at seeing Diablo turned into stone? 

Additionally, both movies of Maleficent involved a "death scene." In Maleficent 1, it was Diaval being chained down by King Stefan's soldiers/Maleficent was about to be slain by King Stefan and in Maleficent 2, its Maleficent actually died from protecting Aurora.

Both scenes eventually had a "saving from their impending death." But, since this is twisted wonderland, the Disney movie is more inspired by the Original Animation where Maleficent and her goons actually lost to the humans.

—

Diablo (Maleficent's birb) in TWST, is Levan right now and in recent updates its said that the latest news about Levan is that he's missing and there's rumors about him fighting Knight of Dawn; the strongest of the Silver Owls.

Right now, the Silver Owls are ambushing the Land of Briar castle where Malenoa is. 

If it goes like this??? I think they kept Levan as hostage to officially take the land or something—

All I know is that someone must've harmed Levan because in the movie, Maleficent only attacked the kingdom or used all her powers to kill Prince Philip upon discovering the fairies turned Diablo into a stone bcs they want Prince Philip to escape and save Aurora.

From the words of Lilia about Malenoa, Malenoa is undefeatable– so I really don't believe she was overpowered by strength, but rather she was caught off guard by emotional turmoil (or for this theory, consumed by her own overblot).

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Going back to Grim might be Malenoa's phantom… Grim is always assumed to be a phantom labeled as a direbeast for now... Its heavily theorized like that because of how, in his feral state, he devours blotted magic stones.

And, blotted magic stones are what supplies a phantom to live because they carry the magic power of a mage.

But phantoms can't be born without an overblot first... so who's mage is he a phantom of?

We know that the phantom's strength is a reflection of a mage capabilities when they were at the right state–

Malenoa was a really powerful mage so if we consider the destruction of NRC (and possibly the Sage Island? The entire sky was black out too) that we've seen in the prologue as the power of Phantom Grim, then Phantom Grim must originate from a formidable mage like Malenoa, because he easily beaten all mages on the island effortlessly and even plunged the surroundings in darkness.

If Grim is a phantom then he's a powerful one because he's ancient (assumed from his diagnosed curse from STYX), he has the intelligence of a human, and has immense destruction power (if he's not sane as shown with how he easily destroyed his cage room at STYX).

Also even if Overblot Grim is composed of different parts from the main 7 phantoms, his form is majorly resembling a dragon. And, Malenoa's a dragon.

(long post ahead)

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On top of it, the story kind of implies that Malleus and Grim has similarities with each other.

I read a theory that Grim must be an extension of Malleus, it was a bit of a crack theory but rather than Malleus himself, I would like to believe Grim is Malenoa's phantom. That's why Malleus and him are similar because they're??? both related from Malenoa???)

does that mean Malleus and Grim are siblings then....

■ Grim Overblot is at overpowered HP, like Overblot Malleus.  No other overblot is like that. If Grim is a reflection of (Overblot) Malenoa's power, then it makes sense for Malleus and Grim to only have exclusive overpowered HP.

■ Most of Malleus' magic derived from his mother (thorns, lightning, and green fire). Both Grim and Malleus' cards shares their elements. The comparison is on this post.

■ Both Grim and Malleus has ancient magic. Papa Shroud said that Malleus' magical barrier looks like something out of a illustration book.

c: @/cymrJP on yt

STYX also said that Overblot Malleus' magic which is territorial control; where inside his magical barrier time has stopped and all life forms has fallen to sleep is an ancient magic.

So, if theres any mage from past who can do what Malleus can do, then Malenoa could've summoned a magical barrier like that once she overblotted as well.

And, you know, who's an ancient being except for Lilia? Grim.

We don't know his age but its highly likely he's older than we know because of his ancient curse. Which is proof that he must've been existed as Malenoa's phantom because he's already existing from a long time ago.

■ Both Grim and Malleus are big eaters. A little trivia about Malleus is that he's a big eater (from the Scalding Sands event), maybe even more than Sebek because it just makes sense as he is a dragon.

But, his big apetite is displayed at a classy manner unlike of Grim who just messily devours.

We can assume that all dragon faes are just like that, so Malenoa could've possibly been a big eater as well. If she's related to Grim (aka being her overblot form's phantom), then Grim's voraciousness for food, which is depicted as a comedic relief for now, can be a reference that his power/mannerism is from Malenoa.

■ Malenoa is commanding like Grim. Grim refers to us as "henchmen" and at first, thinks of us as just mere servant to gratify his demands (but he slowly got attached to Yuu in the end).

So.... You know, who else has henchmen??? Malenoa as the leading commander of Land Briar's military and her henchmen aka Lilia and his fellow soldiers.

And... She seems to order around Lilia as she pleases like how Grim orders Yuu around lol

■ Grim and Malleus' overblot forms has the same lacing patters on their faces. Their main design is very similar. And their pattern both adorns their forehead.

■ Grim constantly says and wishes to be the greatest mage in all of TWST. If Malenoa is alive right now, then she'll be the most powerful.

Plus, Grim's pride for himself and the way he easily talks down others despite only having a normal amount of magic might also come from this inherent personality of Draconia's "being better than everyone" (and they literally are).

Malleus is even shown to talk down at others as well if he's triggered the wrong way, he doesn't hesitate to flaunt his strength if needed. Although unlike Grim, he has self control because of Lilia's discipline that "he musn't use his power carelessly." (what Lilia said to little Malleus after the freezing castle fiasco).

■ Malleus is referred as monstrous or similar to a monster because of his strength and no one approaches him because he might burn you because he's a dragon (from what the students has been whispering about him). Grim is a literal monster who'll blow a fire on you, he's not feared like Malleus but no one really wanted to take him in NRC except for Yuu.

Their similarity is that its only Yuu that they care for (outside of Malleus' family ofc) and Yuu is the only one who sees them for who they are.

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Additonal Info of Why I think Malenoa Overblotted

• Papa Shroud saying that Malleus magic happens only in fiction can also imply Malenoa's overblot.

Because her death/overblot happened a long time ago, then its treated as a fairytale/fictional because its just "unrealistic."

We know that TWST History is unreliable. In one of the vignettes (of Lilia i think??) Lilia talked to Trey about giant magical pens and how its probably so long ago that the present people thinks its fictional or a myth now. (Altho we're not sure of its legitimately what happened since Lilia was telling it to make Trey, the listener, be confused whether it is real or not.)

The History voicelines has said about fairytales being the real... I can't remember much except from this voiceline from Rook where he said "Do you think fairy tales are fiction?"

Additionally, TWST is also a world where fairytales of Disney Villains is regarded as historical facts— I'm saying the Great Sevens stories in TWST is like a fairytale or ficitional because we know their true personality/their true story in their respective Disney films). But, their twisted version is regarded as factual despite it being so wrong from their actual story. (Ex. Frollo of the City of Flowers was a hero but in Hunchback of Notre Dame, he was not that lol)

• Every overblot we had must be from a student who perfectly embodies one of the Great Seven. Malenoa was the first character outside of the main characters to have a great influence from Maleficent. Which strengthes the prospect of her overblotting. She's even more resembling to Maleficent than Malleus himself.

She's referred to as snapping her goons with thunder like Maleficent, she's the most evil princess, and she seems to only have affection for Levan which parallels to Maleficent only being caring to Diablo and no one else.

• Grim doesn't remember his past. If Malenoa overblotted like Malleus and it mirrors with the magical barrier he's using right now, then it makes sense for Malenoa's cause of death and the Silver Owls to be unknown up until now.

Because her death happened inside that magical barrier where its time and reality operated differently.

• Plus, isn't it strange how Lilia immediately knew Leona was overblotting? He quickly sensed the negative energy almost as if its familiar.

It could also just be because he's knowledgeable with Magic itself but I'm putting this here as proof that Malenoa overblotted because Lilia has experienced it during his General days and thus why its familiar.

Also because... The way he yelled at Malleus before he overblotted feels like he's stopping him because he's really aware of what happens when a mage overblots... 😭

Probably had flashbacks when Malenoa overblotted and was consumed by it as well?? KJXAKJE

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons cause I love this chaotic little family

I’ve seen a lot of people say Ambrosius is a morning person and Bal is a night owl 

And I have to respectfully disagree 

Will Bal pull some all-nighters in the lab? Absolutely 

But this man is the most early bird coded character I’ve ever seen in my entire life 

When he isn't fully invested in a project he can't stay up past 10 pm

He wakes up at 6 am refreshed and barely needs caffeine 

I’ve also seen a lot of people say he’s a dedicated coffee drinker but something about this man screams “Coffee gives me migraines” 

Ambrosius on the other hand 

That’s an insomniac if I’ve ever seen one 

He’ll get ready for bed around 9 and then stay up til 3 in the morning

Poor babe needs coffee in an IV

He used to wake up really early back in the institute cause he was forced to run a mile every minute he was late to class 

And he’s a heavy sleeper so after the wall came down and he quit being a knight he wouldn't wake up before 1 pm even with Bals help 

And Nimona is just as bad 

Most nights Ambrosius will leave the room because he moves a lot when he can’t sleep and Bal is a light sleeper 

He’ll sit in the living room watching tv while trying to sleep and most of the time Nimona will join him 

Every once and a while Bal will find them laying on top of each other on the couch and will take them back to their respective beds 

And if you’re wondering what their favorite show to watch together is it’s those house-flipping shows 

But not for the reason you think

Most people watch those shows cause they think it’s inspiring 

Ambrosius and Nimona talk about how terrible these people are at their jobs  

They’ll go on hour-long rants about how these people are stripping the houses of everything that made them a home

(Ambrosius is a sentimental bitch and would be a maximalist after leaving the institute prove me wrong)

When Nimona is bored she’ll go into the city disguised as Bal or Ambrosius 

And she’ll fool literally everyone it’s a pretty common occurrence for the boys to be at home and then they hear the other swearing like a damn sailor because there are already news articles about it

The only people she can’t fool are Bal and Ambrosius 

Bal will shut them down almost immediately 

They’ll walk over to Bal and won’t even get a word out before Bal says “Shift back Nim you’re freaking me out”

They always make a big deal out of being caught making big decorations like “I’m getting better and one day I’ll fool you” 

And he’ll hum in agreement but he knows that it doesn’t matter how good he gets or how observant he is he’ll be able to fully copy every little detail 

The details that Bal has spent the past decade and a half remembering  

You know the little things like how he can’t say Bal or Nimona’s names without smiling even when he’s pissed

Or how he scrunches his nose when he laughs 

Ambrosius always acts like Nimona tricked him

He’ll let them get comfortable in the character and then he’ll drop the bomb 

Something small and inconspicuous like “Hey Nim do you want pizza for dinner?” and they’ll excitedly proclaim “Hell yeah pizza!” 

It takes them a second to realize they’ve been played and when they do they never make a big deal about it

They normally just mumble a curse or two and walk away with their tail between their legs (literally)

The first time Nimona tried to trick Ambrosius was when he was having one of those days 

You know the days when even breathing feels like a fucking battle

This was in a really awkward period too

Like right after Nimona and Ambrosius started trusting each other but right before they really started to get to know each other 

But she knew the boys well enough to know if Bal came home to a sad Ambrosius then he’d be in a bad mood for the rest of the day 

And she knows that the only thing that can cure a mopey Ambrosius is Bal 

She walked into the room and started talking to Ambrosius and was kind of surprised and a little bit peeved about how well she was fooling him

Until he said “You can drop the act Nim I know it’s you” 

They kind of just sat in that silence for a minute until Nimona said the first thing that came to her mind 

“You want me to find my sax?” 

Bal shouldn’t have been surprised to find Nimona disguised as him serenading Ambrosius with the worst freestyle jazz he’s ever heard (which is saying something)

He didn’t even say anything he just sat down and cuddled the love of his life while watching their kid try and play the sax while breakdancing

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LGBTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 3, Wave 2, Poll 6

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included. 

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

Eda Clawthorne-The Owl House

Qualifications:

She has a magical chronic disorder which has flare-ups, is mitigated by taking medication (potions), and has similar side effects to many real disorders such as fatigue, greying hair, and physical impairment (drains magic, a natural ability of *most witches). Unlike in other stories however, her condition is NOT ever completely cured. It does evolve and become more manageable over the course of the story, but she still experiences symptoms from it. Eda also loses one of her arms later in the story. She does get a replacement hook, but it is never shown whether she has a functional prosthetic or not. Most likely, she only has one fully functioning arm after this. As for being queer, she is in a relationship with a nonbinary person and is all but confirmed bisexual (has a secret box with the bi flag on it seriously why else would she have this). Also the owl house has a Lot of queer characters in it and I mean. just look at her. I would be surprised if she wasn't queer somehow.

Bisexual, and has a curse that affects her day to day life

Bi & lost arm and has a chronic illness metaphorically

Propaganda:

Has canonically dated both men and a non-binary person. Her curse affects her ability to use magic (and at one point outright stops it), which is very important in witch life. Said curse also causes her body parts to fall off sometimes. Many have said her curse is like a metaphor for depression but really it's more like a magic version of a physical disability (although I wouldn't be surprised if she actually also had depression).

Uuuuh she’s great and stuff idk I can’t propaganda well sorry

Ballister Boldheart-Nimona (Flim)

Qualifications:

He has a boyfriend (and then they have a sort-of-breakup but they're back together by the end) and he has a prosthetic arm.

He’s gay and missing an arm.

He’s explicitly gay, in love with a man. He loses his arm then builds himself a prosthetic while on the run like a badass.

His boyfriend cut his arm off :( he uses a prosthetic now.

His arm got chopped off after being falsely accused of killing the queen, he spends the rest of the movie with a prosthetic metal arm. His arm was also chopped off by his lover, Ambrosius Goldenloin, during said false assassination.

His boyfriend cut off his arm

Canonically has a boyfriend and built his own prosthetic

Qualifies by both being canonically disabled (amputee) + canonically gay

Propaganda:

Please plz plz vote for him

His boyfriend cut off his arm. He made himself a prosthetic. He used his arm to block someone’s sword. He kissed his boyfriend. He has sad wet cat eyes, which isn’t relevant but still. He has them.

He’s so GOOD even though he’s having like the worst day ever (specifically talking about movie but webcomic also applies). He has the biggest wettest eyes how can you not root for him????

People love him! He kinda looks like a sad, poor little cat. A real soggy wet kitten man.

Let's see. He and Ambrosius are lovers, or at least boyfriends, from the moment they're introduced. Ballister gets his arm chopped off by Ambrosius during the false assassination. Ballister spends the rest of the movie trying to convince Ambrosius and the kingdom of his innocence, with a metal arm replacing his missing one. It originated the phrase "Arm Chopping is not a love language!" Did I mention he's a main character too?

Is a science nerd, built his own prosthetic arm with his non-dominant hand, accidentally adopted a trans chaos demon of a 1000yo being

A knight, Nimona's best friend and father figure of sorts, but the plot mostly revolves around him- Ballister is framed for murder and has to hide while trying to figure out who framed him and how to prove he's innocent. Nimona becomes his sidekick (he didn't want one, she just showed up at his place one day like a very chaotic stray cat) and together they form a great duo against the corrupt government. This is complicated by Ballister's ex Ambrosius, who accidentally cut off Ballister's arm and is a bit brainwashed by government propaganda. Oops. You should watch Nimona it's great 💞🦈

The qualifications and propaganda paragraphs correspond, @foulfirerebel is the fifth submitter, and there were at least 7 others.

[alicecatfan2007-owlfallsau]

Stanley Pines | Owl Falls AU

IN ENGLISH

Stanley Pines is The protagonist of Owl Falls AU

Stanley "the werewolf knight" Pines, his current age is 57 years old, was born on June 15, 1967, he was relatively young, unlike what many believed at first glance, he studies hard about the boiling islands, as well as a way to find a portal back home, although he also helped Eda sell her potions and elixirs

Stanley's nickname, "the werewolf knight", comes from being the male version of Eda and her type of curse, which was cast on him by someone who is currently unknown

Stanley Pines has two brothers, both older, Stanford Pines, his twin brother, and Sherman "Shermie" Pines, the oldest of the three brothers, his mother is Caryn Romanoff Pines, his father is Filbrick Pines, he has Jacob Pines as a nephew and Dipper and Mabel as great-nephews, both twins

His fraternal relationships outside of blood ties are Eda Clawthorne, ex-wife and now his best friend, King, whom he considered his nephew, although he does not say it explicitly, Luz Noceda, a human girl who gave him back his hopes of returning home, became a kind of apprentice for Stan, over time he met Willow, Gus, Amity and Hunter and simply became the father of the group

His appearance is quite similar to what he had thirty years ago, thanks to the elixir that Eda gave him to stay active and energetic to make his deliveries and escape, the differences are that Stan's hair has been dyed a silver gray, the coat he wore was worn out over time, so Eda gave him a cape similar to his old coat, with a hat to keep him warm, internal pockets to easily steal and a resistant material to prevent wear

Some personal items that Stan keeps from his world are the following:

Stanford's diary number 2, in which Stanley had recorded his discoveries and notes on the boiling islands

His cape, a gift from Eda, which keeps him warm and protects him from any threat

His palisman, Dominique, created with the help of Eda, with whom he has a special connection, and of course the palisman can become a baseball bat with which he can fight, since Dominique was very resistant

His metal gauntlets, golden color, which he uses to fight hand to hand, only in emergencies

EN ESPAÑOL

Stanley Pines es el protagonista de Owl Falls AU

Stanley "el caballero lobo" Pines, su edad actual es de 57 años, nació el 15 de junio de 1967, era relativamente joven, a diferencia de lo que muchos creían al verlo a simple vista, estudia arduamente sobre las islas hirvientes, así como una forma de encontrar un portal de vuelta a casa, aunque también ayudaba a Eda a vender sus pociones y elixires

El apodo de Stanley, "el caballero lobo", viene de ser la versión masculina de Eda y su tipo de maldición, la cual le fue lanzada por alguien que por ahora es desconocido

Stanley Pines tiene dos hermanos, ambos mayores, Stanford Pines, su hermano gemelo, y Sherman "Shermie" Pines, el mayor de los tres hermanos, su madre es Caryn Romanoff Pines, su padre es Filbrick Pines, tiene como sobrino a Jacob Pines y a Dipper y Mabel como sobrino-nietos, ambos gemelos

Sus relaciones fraternales lejos de los lazos sanguíneos son Eda Clawthorne, exesposa y ahora su mejor amiga, King, al que consideraba su sobrino, aunque no lo dice de forma explícita, Luz Noceda, una niña humana que le regreso las esperanzas de volver a casa, se convirtió en una especie de aprendiz para Stan, con el tiempo conoció a Willow, Gus, Amity y Hunter y simplemente se volvió el papá del grupo

su aspecto es bastante similar a la que tenía hace treinta años, gracias al elixir que Eda le entrego para mantenerse activo y enérgico para hacer sus entregas y escapar, las diferencias son que el cabello de Stan se ha teñido de un gris plateado, el abrigo que usaba se fue desgastando con el tiempo, así que Eda le entrego una capa similar a su antiguo abrigo, con un gorro para abrigarlo, bolsillos internos para robar fácilmente y un material resistente para evitar el desgaste

Algunos objetos personales que Stan conserva de su mundo son las siguientes:

El diario número 2 de Stanford, en el cual Stanley había registrado sus descubrimientos y anotaciones sobre las islas hirvientes

Su capa, regalo de Eda, que lo abriga y protege de cualquier amenaza

Su palisman, Dominique, creado con la ayuda de Eda, con quien tiene una conexión especial, además claro de que el palisman puede convertirse en un bate de beisbol con el que puede pelear, ya que Dominique era muy resistente 

Sus manoplas de metal, de color dorado, los cuales usa para pelear cuerpo a cuerpo, solo en emergencias...

[fushipurro]

In the Shadows of Love

Chapter 1 - Green Flag

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☆ Synopsis: You've lived most of your life trying to convince yourself that you're happy, but let's face it, you're far from it. Time continues to pass you by, leaving you feeling stuck — losing hope that life will ever get better.

That is, until a new neighbor and his son move into the vacant spot next-door.

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, depression, fluff, angst, insecure/intrusive thoughts, mentions of smoking

☆ Word Count: 3.9k

Four in the morning. That’s the time displayed on your phone.

For many, that’s roughly the time others wake up, gearing up for a day of work or school. You however, that’s when you hope to be asleep by. The time just before the sun has a chance to peak above the horizon or the birds start their morning symphony.

It wasn’t always this way, nor do you remember when this routine became your norm. You tell yourself the life of a night owl is one of ease ─ a better way to live. You have unintentionally conditioned yourself into this lifestyle without knowing any better, and even then, you still can’t deny the positives feelings you get from it.

The nights feel as though they move slower than the day, and to you, it beats the alternative of selling your soul away to the 9-5 corporate job. Sure, you still had to go out and get a job ─ it’s an inevitable in life to those born without generational wealth to fall back on. Instead of some soul-crushing office job, you chose to become a model.

Not some high fashion runway Vogue or Louis Vuitton model, of course; that’d be a bit too much for your self-esteem to handle. Nor would you even want to be one, either.

You chose the side of modeling that gears more towards marketing, styling, or the occasional photoshoot here and there, but overall, as much work-from-home as you can get.

Your days typically begin sometime in the afternoon.

A cycle of waking up, feeding your cat, work, chores, whatever else you need to do before a night of indulging yourself with all your many hobbies before starting the cycle all over again.

Reality can be a blur at times with late night thoughts that make you question if you’re truly happy with how things are or if that’s just what you tell yourself to get through to tomorrow.

Putting your phone down on your nightstand, you made yourself comfy beneath layers of blankets in the highlight of your home, your bed.

Sleep is one thing you always look forward to. No thinking necessary or responsibility, just allowing your many dreams to consume you and feed that lust for adventure life can’t guarantee you. You’re more than ready to see what awaits you tonight. Maybe you’ll see dragons and knights, four-armed monsters and cursed beings, the possibilities are endless.

What more could you want?

All your hopes for that and more come crashing down when you wake with a jolt after having just fallen asleep, only to hear that the crash wasn’t a metaphor.

You groan, your voice burdened by your tired state. “Nooo, Tsumiki… come back– fuck.”

You stretch your arm out, feeling for your cat who decided to ditch you from the sudden noise and into one of her many hiding spots. The time on your phone now reads nine in the morning ─ a painful reminder to the cons of being nocturnal.

You’re the minority.

Through the thin walls of the old apartment building you live in, you can faintly make out whoever is disturbing your vampiric slumber, “What do you think, kid?” Their voice is deep, and smooth like honey yet ignites goosebumps down your back.

But wait, kid? As in a child?

Wouldn’t that be your luck.

You’ve been safe for a while with one side of your walls being vacant, but it seems luck has run out, and with a family no less. You only hope their day-to-day noise level is less than that of all the boxes and furniture being thrown around every second.

And just like that, your spare pillow is now your new best friend, sandwiched between your head and your arm to drown out the world.

At some point you managed to fall asleep again ─ if you can even call it that. A better description would be the state in-between, where you’re barely conscious yet still able to rest. By three in the afternoon, the alarm on your phone is your second rude awakening.

So much for any dreamworld adventures to make you forget the crushing weight of reality.

It’s beyond tempting to hit snooze and give it another shot, and maybe you could this time around, given the lack of noise emanating from the other side of the walls. Tsumiki however, says otherwise. With pinpoint accuracy, her tiny paws dig harshly into your bladder and every other vital organ as she impatiently mewls for her afternoon feast.

“Fine, I’m getting up,” you drawl out with a sigh, throwing aside the covers to your oh so warm cocoon…

No, no. Tsumiki needs her breakfast. Her needs always come first before your own, no matter what.

You crack open a can of wet food, adding in all your special additives to ensure she’s getting everything healthy her growing body needs. Once she’s good to go, you follow up with your own lackluster toaster meal, devoid of any extravagant sides. A trip to the grocery store is in order, but that can wait until after you’ve finished your work for the day.

Nothing beats getting all your chores done in the hours after waking up. That way, the rest of your day (read: night) is all for yourself and no one else. What better way to get everything finished too than by singing along to all your favorite songs with the occasional break to stretch.

By seven at night, you’re finished and dressed for the store. Some days you can bring yourself to look the part of a model, other times ─ like today ─ you’re too exhausted to care. So, you fit yourself in your choice of comfy clothes, designed by laziness, and without so much as a red sole on your preferred footwear. You’re going to the store after all, not some Hollywood premiere.

A glance through your peephole reveals an empty hallway, perfect for your liking. The less neighbors you have to pass by or talk to, the better. Once past the threshold, you spot the remnants of boxes just next-door, further proving to your dismay that you’re now stuck with someone on both sides of your home. Getting down the stairs and out the building proves just as easy. Excellent timing on your part to avoid homebound traffic, earning some peace and quiet on your walk to and from the store.

So you hope, at least.

On a better day you would’ve chosen an actual grocery store to go to, but for now, the closest convenience store will have to do. They’re convenient for a reason, might as well utilize it.

Despite only buying enough to last a few days, at best, you still end up with your arms full on the trip back. Each step you take leaves you cursing under your breath for not being able to afford a car. The world’s too expensive for a young, single woman without any family to get help from.

It’s already hard enough leaving the safety net of your home, and your tired arms now feel as if they’re ready to fall off. To top everything off, a lone man comes into sight, resting on the stairs to your building with a cigarette in hand.

He doesn’t look familiar, and in fact, a closer look from the nearby lighting reveals that he’s… actually quite handsome. Hell, he could be a model if he wanted to, and you’d be surprised if he wasn’t one already. His black hair falls neatly over his face, his physique unmatched from what you see around the hems of his black sweater. The scar down his lip adds an air of mystery, that at the same time raises some alarms in your head.

There’s always the chance he lives in the building. It’s not like you’re familiar with every tenant in the complex. But at the same time as previously established, you’re a young woman who’s walking all by herself, long after sunset. Anyone can be a murderer or kidnapper for all you know.

Best to just avoid him, and hope for the best.

You attempt to shuffle by him up the stairs, keeping your head held down and away, but his voice stops you right in your tracks sending a chill down your spine, “Need a hand with those?” He gestures to your bag with the hand that holds the foul cancer stick. There’s something familiar about him, but you can’t place it just yet. Not when your anxiety is shooting sky-high.

The bags tremble slightly in your arms as you turn partially to the man. “N-no, I uh…” You thickly swallow, mumbling softly after, “I’m okay, thanks.”

You move to continue up the stairs, but misplace your foot, fixing to tumble downwards only to be caught just in time by a pair of hands on each side of your shoulders.

“Woah, easy there. I don’t mind helping, doll,” he insists. You don’t protest when he reaches for the bags in one arm, too frozen in place to react beyond budding embarrassment. He opens the door to the building but stops, looking back at you. “You comin’?”

“Y-yeah.”

Great instincts, now let’s hope he’s not about inflict every crime in the book there is upon you. Ending up on the morning news in a body bag is not the type of modeling you had in mind.

His green eyes follow your form as you walk past him, silently thanking him for being chivalrous enough to hold the door open. You take the lead up the stairs, trying not to make it too obvious when looking back over your shoulder, praying he doesn’t pull a gun on you.

The smart choice would be to lead him to some other home in the building. For instance, someone that you’re familiar with to offer a sense of security. Unfortunately, you have about as many friends as you do cats.

Which in this case is… one. If you can even call your boss a friend.

Perfect.

The man quirks a brow as you arrive in front of apartment 4-C, your home. “Huh, looks like we’re neighbors.” He nudges his head to 4-D, the previously vacant housing. “Just moved in today,” he adds.

“Oh,” you reply, visibly stunned. Well that alleviates more of your worries and explains the familiarity you felt. The voice you had heard earlier in the day belongs to him. “I guess we are,” you laugh nervously, stumbling to unlock your door with unsteady hands.

You step inside, keeping the door parted for him to enter. He wastes no time following after, placing the bags down on the countertop in the kitchen alongside your own. Tsumiki runs into the room moments after, stopping to take a cautious sniff of the man’s ankle.

“Who’s this?” he asks, leaning down to pet the now-purring kitten with one thick digit. “Friendly cat you’ve got here.”

“Her name is Tsumiki,” you tell him, still unable to help how meek you sound. You can’t help but feel a bit more at ease with your cat’s quick approval of the man.

There’s a low hum from his throat with approval, “Cute name.” He picks her up into his arms, huffing out of amusement at all the air biscuits she starts making with her tiny little paws. His eyes meet yours unexpectedly, about stunning you in the process. “What’s yours?”

“Huh?”

He simpers. “Your name?”

You avert your gaze to your groceries, playing with the fabric of your sleeves as you tell him your name, no louder than a whisper.

“Even cuter,” he remarks, thankfully not making any comments on how flustered you must look right about now. He does wink however, not that you’re even looking his way to see it, but he does.“Name’s Toji Fushiguro.”

“Nice to meet you, Toji.” You offer up a smile, trying to keep your voice steady. “Thanks for helping with the bags, by the way.”

Toji’s eyes spark with subtle interest. “Told you it wouldn’t be a problem.” He pauses, momentarily looking around. “Guess I should get goin’ now before I’m late for work.”

At this time of night? Though it’s not like you’re one to talk, let’s be real.

He places Tsumiki gently back onto the ground, turning back to leave. You end up having to pick her back up in order to stop her attempt at escaping with him.

Betrayed by your own cat.

He tells you his goodbyes, turning the key into his own home, finalizing the fact that he is your new neighbor and not some degenerate criminal. Well, hopefully. You never know these days.

Maybe this whole thing won’t be so bad after all.

Tsumiki meows with evident disappointment, pawing away at your front door once back inside. It looks as though Tsumiki’s deemed him a green flag with her pawprint seal of approval. “Well, you seem to like him. Don’t you, girl?” She meows in response, and you can only imagine what her mews translate to in your tongue. The most likely answer would be a series of complaints for not making him stay longer to give her more attention like you don’t do that enough.

The remainder of your night is spent as usual, mostly tucked away on the couch, enjoying some quality TV time and whatever else you like to do. Tsumiki’s bakery works wonders on your stomach, kneading and purring away until the covers of sleep pull themselves up and over you, whisking you off to the world of dreams.

The next day starts with a slew of curses leaving your mouth that could put a sailor to shame.

Your sleep deprivation caught up to you with impeccably awful timing, paired with a few missed calls from your boss, and a voicemail to match.

“I apologize for how late notice this is, but I need you in the office at three o’clock. We have a meeting with a prospective client, and they would like to meet you.”

Your eyes dart to the time registered on your phone as you listen in. The meeting is at 3 and it’s… 3:30.

Lovely.

You shoot up from the couch and into some much nicer clothing and whatever makeup you can scrounge to cover the bags resting below your eyes. With your purse in hand, there’s no time to even think about running into a neighbor as you leave. You exit the building like a bat out of hell, flying past Toji and his son on the sidewalk without even realizing.

He calls out your name, but you don’t respond nor even hear it over the sound of blood rushing in your ears, drowning out any and all outside noise.

His son looks on with confusion at the scene. “Rabbit…”

Toji stifles a laugh, “Might as well be one.” He follows you with his eyes, panning down to see that you’re running in heels of all things. It’s a wonder how a set of stairs almost got you the night before.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been running for. Being as late as you are, there wasn’t any time to order a ride. At the very least, it’s not like your agency is situated in the heart of the downtown, so getting there by foot is doable.

By the time you do arrive, the client is long gone, and other employees are leaving their shifts as well. You make yourself as presentable as you can in what seconds you have to spare before entering his office to hear everything you missed.

In the midst of the discussion, you apologize, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Nanami. I swear it won’t happen again.”

“No matter,” his exhale comes in the form of a sigh. “The client is willing to excuse it this time, and it’s fortunate they still wish to advance to the next step with us.” For a second, you can see some underlying frustration in his eyes, believing yourself to be the cause. “There will be consequences if this happens again, I do hope you understand.”

You lower your head in shame. “Y-yes sir ─ thank you…”

Even if it it’s true your sleep was disrupted the day before from outside of your control, you still feel as though you’re the only one to blame. You could’ve set more alarms, taken a nap ─ or better, not stayed up till dawn.

You’re snapped from your thoughts by a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t stress, this will be good opportunity for you,” he reassures. “Now go home and rest, I’ll be in contact.” You nod, taking your leave from the office.

You take your time on the walk home, losing yourself in your mind once more. Staying up at night to enjoy the silence is nice and all, but is it worth setting yourself back? You can’t afford to lose your job, or worse, not be able to afford your bills and all of Tsumiki’s food and care.

Speaking of which, food was one of the last things on your mind, but upon seeing the neon lights of the convenient store, your stomach growls on cue.

“…Guess I’ll grab something then,” you mutter to yourself.

You scan each aisle, grabbing a few simple snacks, and eventually coming across a comfort food that would taste perfect right about now in place of a full meal. It’s nothing too fancy or expensive, just enough to quell your noisy stomach and anxious body.

“You were in a hurry this afternoon,” a gruff voice sounds from behind you. It startles you, enough so that you lose your grip on the item in your hands. Toji catches it effortlessly, observing the contents in his hand. “Shit, didn’t mean to scare you.”

You take a moment to catch your breath, letting the vicious thumping of your heart calm down enough to speak. “It’s okay, I’m sorry.”

Toji gives you a questioning look, examining your appearance with emerald eyes that practically see right through you. “Something happen?” he inquires.

“Oh, uh– it’s nothing important.” You wave him off, shifting your head to the side. You almost forget he’s even still holding onto your food when the next thing you know, he’s putting it into his own basket alongside whatever else he’s buying. “Um, Toji?”

“My treat.” He winks, moving ahead down the aisle expecting you to keep up.

“I can’t let you do that, it’s too much,” you plead.

“Doll, this is nothing,” he claims. “It won’t break the bank for me.”

You don’t try and argue further, resorting to pouting when he turns his back to you to grab a few other items. With this view, you’re able to take in more of his appearance.

This time, instead of black sweats, he’s fitted in dark jeans, an equally dark shirt, boots, and muted olive parka that goes wonderfully with his eyes. You had noticed his scar looked rougher up close, with a few more hide away on his skin, out of sight. Toji looks over his shoulder, inadvertently catching you staring at him. You blush, quickly averting your gaze to the ice cream selection at your side.

After checking out, you thank him, sticking close to his side on route back to your shared apartment complex. Toji stays silent for the first few blocks, occasionally glancing in your direction without you even realizing, as you do the same.

Normally you’d be content with the peace, but your mind says otherwise even if you have no clue what to talk about. He ends up being the first to speak up anyways, “What do you do for work?”

You figure he must be asking based on how your appearance, especially when you know now that he spotted you earlier. “I work in the fashion industry, mainly advertising…” your voice trails off into a more meek tone, “…also some modeling gigs here and there, believe it or not.”

He hums, acknowledging your words while sparing another glance filled with newfound curiosity. Given your self-confidence, you’re not quite sure what to make of the stare, wondering if he’s silently judging you.

“W-what about you?” you ask, mentally scolding yourself for stuttering.

“I’m a bartender over at a joint called Star Plasma. You should come by if you ever want a drink, I’ll make it special for you.” He briefly pauses, keeping his eyes directed at you while scratching the back of his neck. “You look like you could use one, did somethin’ happen?”

You stop dead in your tracks, looking down at the concrete path below. He stops just in front of you, half-turning to see the glossy coating on your eyes. “I…kind of got in trouble at work, all because of a stupid mistake.” One called not setting a proper alarm or having your phone not set to silent, you later realized.

“I know all about that,” he responds, and in a way, it’s reassuring. “Can’t be that bad if you still have a job, right?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you slowly exhale. The next words out of your mouth are barely that of a whisper, almost completely inaudible, “I’m hating myself for it…”

Toji doesn’t say anything in the immediate moment, turning his head up to the flickering streetlamp overhead. After a minute he goes on to say, “Don’t beat yourself up, we all make mistakes.”

Tell that to a perfectionist.

“Come on then,” he urges. “Before the ice cream melts.”

You continue walking, muttering, “Right, sorry.”

“Don’t be, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

The two of you are quiet the rest of the way home. Once outside the front doors of your respective apartments, he holds out one of the bags for you to take.

“Here you go,” he says as you accept it from his hands. “I threw in a thing of ice cream too. Figured you might like some with the way you were staring earlier.” He smirks.

You glance into the bag and find a small tub of your favorite flavor tucked away. Your mouth parts in shock, the surprise evident on your features. “How did you know I like this flavor?”

“Lucky guess, I’m glad it paid off.”

Toji’s front door suddenly opens from the inside, and a young boy comes running out, latching onto the older man’s leg. One look is all it takes to see that he’s the spitting image of his father, save for the trademark scar on the lip and hair kept under control. The boy sees you and decides to shield himself behind his father, peering around his leg with a cautious expression.

“Megumi,” Toji kneels down, rubbing his hand along the course of his son’s spikey hair. “Meet our new neighbor,” he says, your name punctuating the sentence.

You smile, lowering yourself to his level. “Hi Megumi, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet.

He shuffles more behind Toji’s leg, and you can’t blame him for being nervous around strangers. He mumbles out, “Rabbit lady,” before darting back inside his home, leaving you surprised.

Toji eyes the door, sighing, “Sorry about that, he’s shy around new people.”

“No worries, he’s adorable,” you softly giggle, standing back up to normal height. “Thanks again for the food.”

Toji looks at you with slightly wider eyes, stunned by the sudden display of laughter. “Yeah, no problem. I’ll see you around then, neighbor.”

You wave goodbye, entering your own home and greeting Tsumiki who must’ve heard you through the door given how she’s right there waiting. Toji was right about the ice cream. Between that and the conversation you had with him; you’re already starting to feel better about the earlier turmoil.

Maybe being neighbors with him won’t be so bad after all.

☆ Notes: During my revision of this series, I gotta admit that my original upload was messy as HELL... i had waaay too many ideas and no cohesive plan for where i wanted the plot but that's all fixed now and i'm super excited for how this series will develop over time and i hope you all enjoy the new version of this series!

sorry for the name change whiplash btw, i've been thinking for a while that "light in the dark" was a little too basic and then thought of this new one on a whim so here we are :)

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Kaeya was honestly having a decent day until the blasted owl showed up. Now civilians and Knights alike are vanishing. A curse has descended over the land of freedom and is taking its people one by one.

Author: @theleeryder

[nami-moittli]

Okay! Here’s my newest twst OCs, Lucian and [TBD]. My favorite thing about Aurora OCs is that it means there is not one, not two, but three goddamn Aurora’s in this universe lol

Lucian and the Owl are second years at RSA. Or, at the very least Luci is, still not sure about Owl boy. Maybe he’s a 3rd year? Idk yet

Silver is based off of Briar Rose’s curse of sleep, and Luci is when Aurora is drawn to the needle. This idea is not unique, cause I remember seeing a different Aurora OC based off the concept but 1) I saw this idea like, gotta be a year or so, maybe more ago since I’ve seen it, and I think that Luci’s pretty unique anyway. Or at least, I hope. There’s only so much you can do basing an OC off a preexisting character that already has two different characters based off them lol. (I rewatched Sleeping Beauty for this-)

Anyway, if Silver is based mainly off Briar Rose, being raised in the forest, Lucian is based on if Aurora stayed Aurora. Still incredibly sheltered, but with much less freedom. She would know of her fate and her curse and be terrified, and while Luci hasn’t been cursed in such a way, he’s still incredibly paranoid from being told that fae are his enemy due to a war long past for humans.

Anyway, he’s either royalty or high nobility, being a descendant of Henrick (meaning technically he and Silver are cousins!) and as such his parents are often busy with work. Due to this, he was primarily raised by his nannies, 3 diurnal faeries (the same ones from Silver’s backstory, in fact). When around though, he’s far closer to his mother than his father as his father sees him more as an heir than a child. His mother does a much better job at seeing him as a son, even if they often can’t see each other. #DaddyIssues lol. I’m also playing with the idea of Luci being trans, so that just adds even more onto it. Either way, the idea for him to go to school was to get him more exposure to the outside world, as it’s a skill that he’ll need eventually, and it might be a good way to get over his fear. It still took the combined efforts of the 3 faeries and Lucian’s mother to convince his father. Another thing I’m playing with is having him be betrothed, since that’s a thing that Aurora has to go through with and the other two don’t have to deal with it. Silver for obvious reasons, and Ray (what I call the Dawn Knight) is a peasant boy taken in by Henrick’s family. I like to think of Leah as partially inspired by Philip, so she’d have the mentality of “It’s the 14th(/whenever this all takes place) century!” And marries the cute peasant/knight boy. Meanwhile, Luci would be the Aurora in this situation, crying himself to sleep because he does not want to wed someone he doesn’t love. His Mother has tried to convince Lucian’s father to call it off, but he wouldn’t budge. The faeries have also resigned to the notion of it being an inevitable, without even trying to convince the king/nobleman. Another reason to send him off to school, to give Luci some freedom before the wedding

While the faeries did not follow Luci to school (I don’t want to step on Lilia’s toes with his gimmick) they do still sometimes visit him, and they have room in his jewelry box! Lucian’s old peasant friend, maybe the child of one of the servants? Still figuring him out, did actually get to go to RSA too! So at least Lucian isn’t completely alone at a new and scary school. Lucian’s at least trying to get over his fears, especially now as housewarden.

Each of the three different Auroras have a different gift, Ray gets his golden hair from the faeries, Lucian gets a beautiful voice, and Silver sleeps enchanted instead of dying as an infant. Not totally the same as Ray doesn’t have “lips redder than the red, red rose” or wtvr it was, and Aurora sleeps at 16 instead of as an infant (and longer) but oh well.

Anyway, I hope other people like Lucian! I’m slowly falling in love with him, he’s just so blorbo shaped lol.

[n3curatu]

Colm O'Driscoll

Correspondences:

Story: Red Dead Redemption Series.

Deity Of: The Great Wither, senescence and active decay, lichen and mold, blood feuds and retaliation, untamed wilderness, and natural disasters.

Symbols: Ouroboros, Triquetra, Triskele, Celtic Tree of Death, Hangman's Knot, and the Shamrock Knot (and technically all Celtic symbols).

Colors: Irish green, pitch black, white and gray, deep browns, creepy gold, and blood red.

Planets: Saturn, Earth, and Jupiter.

Dark Element: Rot (and thus can be used as a symbol of Earth/North).

Tarot: Decay (Herman-Holmes Tarot), Knight of Swords (Rider-Waite Tarot).

Zodiacs: Pisces and Libra.

Birthstones: Bloodstone and Black Tourmaline.

Holidays: All Snakes Day, and his birthday takes place on Samhain.

Herbs/Plants: Wormwood, apples, Irish ivy (poisonous!), deadly nightshade (poisonous!), blackthorn (poisonous!), and all herbs and plants corresponding to Rot.

Crystals/Gemstones: Serpentine and tobernite, obsidian and carbonado, arsenopyrite and galena, brown jasper and smoky quartz, brimstone and orpiment, and proustite and cinnabar.

Animals: Horses, reptiles (according to @faustcrybaby), corvids and owls, hawks and eagles (according to @08melancholie), opossums, and bobcats (according to @varoneatseyes).

Affirmation: “I’ve been bad.”

Offerings: Súgán nooses, wacky-weed, tobacco, tarnished gold coins, rusty horseshoes, and weathered spurs.

When To Work With: Days are Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Times of day are twilight, midnight, and the hour of the dead.

Reasons to Work With:

Misleading Targets and Honeyed Lies: Traps, illusions, false truce glamours, psévdoskinesis, conning, deception, fraud, skulduggery, jiggery-pokery, hoodwinking. Risk: Being a con artist attracts hanging spirits — you may feel rope burns.

Leadership and Empowerment: Building loyalty in a group, finding followers, confidence in leadership positions, authority, developing a commanding and intimidating presence. Risk: Some allies may obey out of fear rather than faith.

Phthorakinesis and Taphokinesis: Spirit and ancestral work, necromancy, Irish psychopomps and Celtic deathwalking, mycokinesis, necrosis and rot inducement. Risk: The dead you wake won't leave — and they can be as violent as him.

Torture Methodology and Crudelitas Absoluta: Baneful magic, psychological warfare, psychic vampirism, tormentor intuition and creativity over the matters of torture, torture equipment proficiency. Risk: You might get addicted to their pain.

Shadow Work and Introspection: Exploring sin within oneself, confronting wicked ambition, retrospection, self-reflection, utilizing Colm as a dark mirror. Risk: Facing Colm's energy in yourself may justify his methods to you.

Serpentine Wisdom and Forbidden Knowledge: Absolute wisdom, the Dark Arts, the Black Arts, psionics, taboo knowledge, occult knowledge, esoteric knowledge. Risk: Knowledge arrives with a curse — you might not want to know.

As with all Holmesian forms, working with Colm will most likely damn your soul. Thus, it is imperative to wear a necklace of rope as a reminder of the price you've paid. A witch working with him would need strong wards, clear intentions, and possibly offerings to keep his influence from backfiring. You should also remember not to get scared despite probably facing damnation: it will either prevent you from working with him altogether or it will bring in the wrong kind of energy that will feed on your fear. Let go of any preconceptions of it being "evil" or "bad". Keep it good and be in a great personal space — happy and in a good mood. Be in your good senses.

When you're going to invoke him, it's a good idea to look out for...

Signs:

Sounds:

The whispers in Irish Gaelic, maledicting or calling your name.

The distant echo of gunfire when no battle has taken place.

The creaks of a noose rope tightening from a hanging tree.

The clopping of horses' hooves when there is none.

The distant whoops and hollers of O'Driscoll boys.

The sharp, serpentine, venomous hiss right beside your ear.

Scents:

The sickly-sweet odor of decay from flowers and flesh.

The aroma of gunpowder and blood when there's no battle.

The choking smell of necrosol ripped open by a shovel.

The stench of mold, damp wood, and something rotten.

The sweet-licoriceness of wormwood and rotting anise.

The muskiness of snake venom and gangrene.

Physical Sensations:

The cadaverous fingers dragging along your skin.

The invisible coil of rope tightening around your neck.

The skittering, wriggling sensation of formication.

The pinpoint prick of a blade tracing your ribs or throat.

The sudden wet, rotting lick up the back of your neck.

The lingering sense that a snake wrapped around you.

Sights:

The vision of a hanged man dangling from a tree.

The one staring back at you in the mirror is him.

The pair of eyes watching you from the shadows.

The eyes you have turn greener as flowers wilt at your touch.

The transportation of a pitch black horse like Colm's.

The vision of a rattlesnake dangling from a tree.

Tastes:

The mix of blood and necrosol when you wake up.

The earthiness of potcheen and absinthe down your throat.

The deathliness of gagging on embalming fluid.

The forbidden fruitiness of Granny Smith apples.

The deliciousness of bugs in your mouth (flavors can range).

The citrusness of snake wine (here's a post about it).

Snake Massage Therapy:

How Does It Heal?: These here serpents, they got a special way of helping with ailments of the body and soul. Their writhing motion and weight are believed to relieve stress, increase blood flow to tight muscles, potentially release endorphins and oxytocin, and connect with nature. They aim for inflamed areas where they can sense your pain and discomfort — entwining themselves around you in what feels like a hug and disappearing your physical pain.

How Is It Performed?: To begin, you must strip yourself of all clothing save for your undergarments and position yourself face-down upon a table or bed. The snake handler will take boa constrictors out of a box and place them on your back — you may feel a little tense at first as you hear them hissing and feel the flicking of their forked tongues on your skin. The handler may incantate as the serpents work their magic on you. There, there. Just let them work. You'll be feeling right in no time.

Additional Notes:

Courtesy of @esquilone:

There are people who enjoy crude, brutal villains — ones with no redemption, no depth — just blood in their eyes. Colm is the generic elegant-evil outlaw type turned up to eleven. He’s a shameless force of destruction, a meticulously calculated being who doesn’t try to justify himself — because he doesn’t need to. He’s a gang leader, sure, but he’s a quiet man, an observer who doesn't talk too much. He just exists. Just breaks. Just takes for his own advantage. He seems to absorb his victories silently, with no need for excessive or prideful celebration. And above all, he’s practical. He doesn’t act out of emotional wounds — he acts out of necessity. Colm always seems to measure the world with coldness — almost a kind of stoicism.

When he strikes, it’s because he has a plan, an advantage, or a direct interest. He doesn’t waste time on what isn’t worth the effort — and that’s one of his most defining traits. In that scenario where he kidnaps Arthur, he doesn’t do it out of blind hatred. He sees an opportunity. It's not emotion, it’s calculation, it’s thought-out and planned — but it’s not moral or sentimental. It’s a filter of utility. He doesn’t give in to directionless resentment and he shuts down everything that doesn’t serve his goal. He doesn’t explode. He waits. And when he acts, it’s precise, depending on how much power he’s aiming with. He’s restrained, silently dangerous, and a strategist without drama. Some people admire that. It’s not about likability. It’s about the coldness that unsettles and impresses….

He’s evil with the bitter taste of greenish poison for green is the sick blood that flows from the eyes when the mind no longer fits inside the head, because your brain rotted after its hanging, your body thrown somewhere that’s painted green and gray — because you are dead, rotten and full of worms coming out of the exposed holes of your body. Your decaying carcass is as dark as any trace of soul inside you. There are no more bright colors. Just death. And some curious ones might find death… attractive, and worthy of interest and admiration. On top of that, Colm leads the O’Driscolls — a gang of men who are, honestly, the definition of blatant violence. They’re wild, impulsive, and Colm, in the midst of that, comes across as the most composed — or at least, the quietest. That gives him an aura of command, of control of chaos, even if he doesn’t act like a beast in the way that the others do. And for some people, that’s interesting: the idea of someone who unleashes monsters but somehow still leads them.

Colm's cute snake hat — more specifically, a coiled rattlesnake with its rattle visible — brings forth a potentially powerful symbol: the snake-man. And this mythical figure, blending the danger of a venomous animal with the seduction of a silent predator, has its appeal. For those who like snakes, the fascination goes beyond appearance: there’s something about extreme patience, the venom (his regulated violent aura), and the promise of a precise strike. The charm lies exactly in the contained threat. The snake-man, as an idea, is often associated with total control, no anxiety, and no hesitation. He observes, calculates, and only then strikes. A snake can grasp, constrict, and slowly kill its prey, patiently waiting for death. Colm, with the snake symbol on his head, firm gaze and predator posture, embodies this. He is the danger that lures. And sometimes, that’s enough to draw anyone to him.

However, for those who prefer a more wholesome route, look no further than gremlin-boah's Zombie Colm: these sweet comic strips portray him as a good zombie whose harshness has been eaten away by his worms. He can't even bring himself to attack Kieran, and looks sad and confused when people are frightened by him. I've always had a thing for kind zombies, and they have a tendency to be great for beginner Spiritual Murderist witches — and are also the least damnable to work with too. Perhaps you'll go to the Circle of Heresy which is a common sin that many people accuse each other of anyway, it's essentially a huge graveyard. I'm sure anyone would like it there.

P.S. Many of the reasons to work with him and what he is the deity of overlaps with other Holmesian forms because all Holmesian forms are just different appearances of the same deity. You will also find that there are many other things that he is the deity of and why to work with him, and that this is merely a guideline. And you can decide what to do with this guideline. I'm merely an information provider, not a decision maker, and I encourage people to make the choice for themselves: work with him or not. Just don't worry about your damnation around me.