#all feathers babey

[beetledee0]

pov you're a simple heretic doing some regular village plundering when you see this . wyd

[mothcrumbs]

hey! what is the closest to blue your species can get (asking for feathers/fur, eyes and skin)? also have you made a post about possible patterns they can have? /nf

closest to blue feathers we could get was like a sorta dark-ish silver [looked kinda blue in the shade], n for eyes they were mostly green or yellow, but blues n browns were also possible

[just not quite as common]

the last dragonpost i made [prolly found not far down in the anonymous beeps tag] did cover patterning n color a bit! also has some more lil snippets in the tags cause i can never shut the fuck up<3

[queenlua]

i hate when i realize i am in fact the best-qualified person to write the stupid lil fanfic that i want to read

[dhampling]

ivory tower 18+ ASCENDED!ASTARION X AFAB!READER, 4.6K

Something deeply sordid, raw; ungodsly. There’ll be no Lathandrian blessing for your young, no gentle welcome into some family fayre on the outskirts of the city; but you want this.

woah boy! my first ascended astarion piece, so please be kind! dal is back babey! woooo! thank you to @bhaalism and @lipstickghoulie for dealing with me while writing this i love you both endlessly. wc: 4.6k cw: afab reader, female language used. breeding, mind-control, p in v, ascended astarion, public fingering, private banging, great times all round, as always if there are errors no there aren't, creampies, yippee

Baldur’s Gate doesn’t sleep. Not really.

She sometimes slows just enough to find some purchase amongst the muddle, though - tiptoes lazy through highsun in soft linens, the burgeoning swell of soap suds and sunny rosemary through wide open wooden shutters. Lingering - sweat-soaking worn leathers, the sore of the flex in the arch of your foot splayed over cobble. As if to grasp at the memory, your fingers stretch out from your side and on to the dark oak of the armrest, in a moment of sheer jubilance. Summer. The sun. Wide bright mornings. Hopeful and hot as a bated breath. 

The city ambles onward this evening, no different despite the inclement weather and the din of an early darkness. Half-lidded through dark streets as rain smatters the roofs with wet, glistening something dozy under the tall oil street lamps and swirls of ever-present heavy fog. Gurgling whilst each drain fills with water and swallows deep into the sewers. 

Scatters the hay, bears the slip; sings a slow drunken stutter of thunder-wind whiling at the windows into the small hours. There’s a comfort to be found in it. 

The harbour bell will go on to toll for every sail weary ship coming in from the fog; the crescent caress of the Gate’s waiting arms lit low with oily dots of amber. That even this late into the night the bands of trawlers on the dock work crates and barrels into cargo holds with worn hands and ruddy cheeks. The gulls and their scattering squawks. The flapping of their fat feathered wings up into the clouds. 

From where you sit in the Ivory Tower you can hardly see anything at all. Fog obscures the streets to a point, other than the light patches under the oil lanterns out on the ramparts. The window runs dripping wet with condensation. Pools under the pane. 

A hideaway of sorts within the manor. Newly reclaimed by Astarion in some deal with the quivering council in order to keep him sweet. Not that he has any armies of undead in his retainer to command as yet, but they don’t need to know that. There’s time. You’re still blessedly mortal and able.

Astarion. 

He should be skulking the halls somewhere below with that unnerving silent step he’s taken to using. Your cheeks grow warm, the blanket over your shoulders pulled closer into your chest as you allow your mind to run wild; the scald of bliss to your brain like that of some ironmonger’s poker, split straight to the core. 

Your love. Your lover. 

Amongst his many newfound desires and passions seemingly includes the impetus to redesign a centuries-old palace from scratch, and while you doubt he has the want nor willpower to take the project anywhere near to completion you’re more than happy to indulge him during this burst of creativity. A designer’s eye. Lavish yet not ostentatious, he tells you. Your own private wing of the palace, and one you’ll share together. He has no need for his own private chambers. You’re the only one he wants to be beside. You understand that at its essence, it isn’t even necessarily a want to design for creativity’s sake, it’s important to you both to have every memory of the residence’s former owner gone. Every threadbare tread of carpet, every scuff on the wall; every painting being demounted by workers downstairs and shipped to the auction house first thing in the morning. You can hear them if you still enough, heart still beating in your chest and the low chunter of layman gossip.

The version of him you knew before his ascension was so very scared. Beautiful, but wavering. You loved him of course; and you always will  - it was that version of him, the one lost in the wilderness that you fell for, and gods; you fell hard - frenetic and whiny, fleeting as light snow never to settle on the forest floor. Wild-eyed. 

But this Astarion - the real Astarion, as far as he is concerned - has you completely and utterly enraptured each day you wake together, the same as ever, from the second your eyes open. Wrapped in those Daerlunian-import plush linens atop your gargantuan newly-installed four poster bed. Face of marble with those cattish dark lashes and eyes of carnelian crush. Enchants every room he walks into, as he always has. 

You don’t know he’s with you until a hand ghosts your shoulder, sinewy; with those deft pale fingers deep encroaching on your collarbone in his grasp. 

“I didn’t hear you, lover.”

“But I heard you.’

He circles round the velvet armchair, resplendent in his home finery. Not a crease to be seen. Voice soft, yet laced with a bristling concern.

‘Why do you insist on sitting up here?”

You err for a brief moment. 

“I can hear the rain on the roof, here. See some bustle when the fog clears. The city goes on.” You shake your head with a smile as he crouches beside you, nestling his head in the crook of your arm.

“But it’s cold. Dark. Come down - I can light the fire in our sitting room if you like?” 

“We have so many centuries yet to see together! What sense is there in not observing the world as it is now? Keeping record of the city as we saved it?”

His head lifts and his eyes meet yours, some churlish quirk of a brow in the low light.

“An archivist, now? Is that to be your profession alongside me? Whilst you raise our young?”

“If I wish it to be, yes.”

He laughs, a gentle low hum.

“Then an archivist you’ll be - the most renowned in all the lands. We’ll make it so.’ He stands once more and takes your hands from your lap, bringing them clasped to his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. 

‘I’ll begin planning on your archives - I presume you’ll want a library? Or something similar in your wing, maybe even an office. Who knows?”

Astarion looks to the room around you, the shapes covered with old canvas and the rickety floorboards underfoot. Cobwebs in the corner. There’s no grimace nor displeasure. He simply surveys as cool as still water. Objective.

“I’ll have some of the merchants relay their contacts come morning too. If you insist on expanding your territory up here then it must befit you.”

“Befit me?” You grin now. His hold on your hands remains secure.

“If you want me to say it, then I suppose I will. As many times as it takes to get it through that heavy skull of yours.’

His smile reaches his eyes as he circles back behind your chair, fingers splayed over your shoulders once more in a deep round kneading pattern.

‘There’s nothing you won’t have if you want for it. Nothing too good for you to covet, my solace; Saviour to the whole Sword Coast and every plain mite within its bounds.’

There’s a small pause as he bows to kiss the top of your head.

‘And I thank the stars every day that I can provide for you. That you saw the potential in me and lifted me higher, to such profane glory amongst the swill of common man. That my gold, my influence, and terror, and each lift of my blade is at your command and yours alone. That you stayed at my side.” 

He doesn’t like to mention the gods, hence the stars. Pointedly brings the grimace back into play, occasionally even furrows with the slightest twinge of anger brewing at his brow. The gods had no role to play in your shared victories. No divine intervention saved him from two hundred years of torment, from certain death after the crash of the nautiloid along that sun-soaked span of rocky beach;-

You did. You with your strange inclination toward the weak man he once was. The shell he lived in like a hermit crab on the shore, nothing more.

-

On bright days, you thank him for giving you time.

Time to live, time to breathe with full lungs. Time to allow you to burn your eyes in the beating sun with a silver pot of fresh coffee and whatever ridiculous spew the papers hold between the pages today. 

You know as you sit in comfortable silence that your time dwindles, and that your turning is inevitable. Your eternal wedded bliss is to be alongside him and will be as vivid in nature as all the colours of the astral plane, if he’s to be believed - and there’s no reason not to see his word as gospel. You can see each moment as crystalline as sea glass on sand. Forever with the man you love more than you’ve ever felt inclined to love anything. The bridal ceremony is but a drop in the vast ocean of your lives together. 

He thanks you too. Often alongside you with eyes closed in some dozy recline, forearm hanging lazily whilst he takes the sun on his skin like a blessing. A loose linen shirt akin to the one he wore back at camp at the start of your journey together, strings wide open, a blaze of blinding flesh at the corner of your eye each time he shifts.

The veranda on a clear day. Astarion has assured you he’ll never take this from you. He’ll never take anything that you don’t willingly give him with a clear heart - and why would you give him your ability to bask in the sun, like a street cat in days-warm dust? What purpose does that serve either of you, beyond making you a less useful weapon in his prized arsenal?

At one point, all you wanted was to talk to him - and it rings true even now. The want to be the bearer of all his tales. To learn about him, to be close to him; to hear him tear the world apart with that dulcet snarl, walking alongside each other on the barren dirt trails out in the wilderness. Hop-skipping to keep up with his quiet gait. Giving him back as good as you got. The glimmer of his hair in the sunlight, the way he’d sometimes just stop.

Close his eyes. Feel the heat. The gentle burn of highsun on tender flesh. A soft inhale.

That morning out in the clearing after your first night together. Arms outstretched in a welcome to the light. It had taken a few minutes for it to click as you’d silently watched on, why his sun salutation was so fond. So open.

It’s to be a long engagement with regard to your transformation whilst the manor undergoes renovations. Reason after reason as to why now isn’t the ideal time to commit you to eternity. You know why he wants to keep a hold on your precious mortality for the time being, of course; and that keeps you from the forever embrace of his Dark Kiss. It never changes. 

You’ll allow him to sire your children. You want him to. Crave it. Him.

Your very own lineage together, he whispers; frenzied by your ear as his fingers crawl the bare span of your thigh. He can breed you full like fate intended and you’ll have something - besides him - that’ll also last forever. Something of your own surpassing the death of all of your contemporaries. The Vampire Ascendant and The Saviour of Baldur’s Gate, flesh-on-flesh, skin smacking skin; his debauched groans and lewd whimpers as he buries himself inside you, your cooing breaths;-

You’ll wed normally too, for the interested eyes of the city. Some dull ceremony with the elites adorning all tables as gilded pieces might some decorative chess board, deceptive vows. Legally it makes things easier should anything befall either of you but the hassle almost makes the whole thing undesirable - gods, especially because he already treats you as some smitten newlywed might. Adores you. Follows you around the manor, stalking; like some wolf cub after its mother. Carries you to bed each evening and ploughs you senseless, until spit gathers in the corners of your wet, wanting mouth and you can’t see straight through grey-blear eyes.

He likes the idea of you taking his name by law. Melds with your own like it were meant to be, from the starter threads of whatever cosmic tapestry pulled you together, the marriage of your first name to his last, interwoven by a scholar’s hand in gold-shining delicate point.  

Ancunín. The House of.

Tapestries. Large, spanning the halls. The Sarsantyr's over in Waterdeep - they’ll be able to create what you’re picturing. 

A familiar gaze meets yours. It’s then that you realise you aren’t alone in your mind once more

“If you want tapestries, you only have to ask.” 

“In fairness - you didn’t give me a chance to.”

He hums, tilting his head a little in the sun’s glare.

“I’ll send for them. The Sarsantyr's, yes? Have them pack up all their little-’

He pulls a face and lifts his hands in some kind of puzzled shake.

‘Sewing bits? Textiles? I’ll send carriages. They can come and stay in the lower rooms. Create the masterpiece you envision.” Astarion sniggers a little at the thought of putting them in the old dormitory while you remain lost in thought.

“Okay. Check them through first though, yes? 

The real event - the wedding - will give you total ecstasy beyond your wildest preconception, you know this. Unfettered and euphoric. Books and books on the topic stacked clumsily beside your bed, reds and greens; the turning of a vampire bride in leather bound prose. You know what to expect in florid detail. You know to trust your lover, that the rabid creature you’ll become is only a temporary mental state precursing an eternity alongside him. 

And yet, you wonder about the children. They’ll be here by then. However many he decides is enough, naturally; assumedly under the care of some hired help whilst you engage in your thoroughly bastardised pastiche of a wedding ceremony. You laugh now. He’s still in your head, mulling over your thoughts as soon as you can think them. 

Will you miss them? Will they be your last thought before you pass away; Astarion unable to complete this ritual alone as he was unable to before? Will your death lead to his, leaving your dhampir offspring to ravage Baldur’s Gate unsupported by the windfall of knowing parents? There’s still no hesitation, though. You will bear his young. You want to. The consequences either way are vast and long-lasting, and you’d rather be at his side than facing his ire- 

“Love, what are these thoughts? What on earth is going on in that very pretty head of yours today?” His voice is a low drawl, pitying yet laced with affection. He sits straight in his chair whilst a hand lazily searches for yours atop the sun-warmed table; beyond the scope of the ramparts wall the low meander of city life continues on.

“Mulling things over.”

“You don’t need to do that, pet. Come now.’ He beckons you onto his lap and wraps his arms around your middle, hand searching for the soft pillow of your chest as your ass backs up to his abdomen.

‘You want me to make it better?” 

You nod gently, the sun catching your eye in a particularly bright beam and making you squint. 

“Please.”

“Poor thing. It’s okay.” As he coos; one hand finds the curve of soft flesh at your chest, holding the weight of your breast firmly as he starts lightly thumbing at the nipple through your nightshirt.

“There, now. Good girl.” Your head falls back onto his shoulder, a deep sigh as he lulls you into a new state of calm astride him. Birds sing overhead whilst you nuzzle his neck.

“I will miss this warm flesh of yours, you know. Terribly so.’ His other hand moves to your nightskirt, gently hitching the material bit-by-bit up your thighs until you sit exposed to the air. Nobody can see you from here - the faceless crowd little but colourful dots below; Astarion giving a small tense laugh as he feels your pulse quicken against him. 

He toys with your skirt, edging ever nearer your exposed cunt; and your eyes flutter closed. 

‘But the greater purpose… I just can’t let it go. Us. Our lives together. I sincerely doubt you want to wither away to age; to lose your extraordinary beauty-’

A gentle groan as he feels your warmth.

‘Do you, my most precious flower?” 

“Of- Of course I don’t. I want to be with you, as we are; forever.”

“Then we’re going to need to make a concerted start on the only thing setting us back, are we not?” His fingers gently tap on the crux of your pubic bone, threateningly close to your clit. You feel the familiar seep of your slit leaking onto the bunched skirt fabric and you think of honey. Some kind of sweet glaze.

“Yes.”

As you sink further into him his fingers move down just a little to meet your clit; and in response to your delighted sighs he very lightly begins to stroke either side of the engorged flesh. There’s no urgency to his movement nor his demeanour; just a treacle-thick teasing grin as he turns his head to kiss your blazing cheek.

“Good.”

There’s something borderline celestial about the gentle way he touches you, coaxing more of your slick from you with every gentle jerk. He deftly motions ‘come hither’ with a soaking middle finger dipping lightly at your hole then brings your arousal up to wetten your clit once more.

“You want this, don’t you?” A finger slips down to your cunt, this time slipping and nestling deep inside as you feel yourself writhe on him. One arm scrambles around the back of his neck to support yourself while he begins to curl at your spongy spot, and the anchor of your arousal shifts free.

“I’ve been rifling through that glorious mind of yours these past few days and I see you now. You want comfort. To comfort. To seek shelter in those warm lights on the horizon, to know you aren’t alone in the late hours.”

You nod furiously, wincing, desperate to feel him deeper. Thicker. You need more, your fox-eyed paramour giving only the barest minimum he can do to watch you squirm.

“You, with my babe in arm;- oh the image alone does things to you, doesn’t it?”

It’s as if he’s creating the visions in your head as he speaks them, bringing them to the forefront of your mind in hushed coos and silent gasps. As if by magic, the only thing on your mind is a primal need for him to fuck you full. Nothing else, no mind for coffee nor completed manor renovations. 

You will be round. You will brim with life before he turns you, and you’ll take to his seed the minute he offers it to you. You’ll accommodate him like no other across Toril could hope to. You wonder if he has the power to decide how many, as he adds another finger to your unbridled torment. If he could choose to speed the process up with a celebration of twins, triplets. An heir and two spares. Maybe he’d wait instead until the first was born, just to ensure the viability of his bloodline. A test.

He’s doing this; you become starkly aware as he withdraws his fingers, spiderwebs of glistening drool clinging to your inner thigh as he brings them between his lips and suckles. He’s giving you these ideas of grandeur because he can. Because you are his. Because you wouldn’t want to belong to anyone else, to be tied to any other notion of whatever a fulfilling life is, if it weren’t one shared wholly by him. With him.

“Let me take you inside, sweet one. Let’s take care of you properly, shall we? Curb this fever, hm?”

Please, you think. Please take this burning hole in my womb and make it full with you. Extinguish the flame with your unholy spend and give me children. Give me oud and orchids and a life of warmth, however long we both may live.

“Use your words, my love. Tell me you want this.”

“I want this. Please.”

-

On the bed you now lie, the room cool and dark; balcony doors open wide with light-billowing curtains. Sweat consumes you as your thoughts run wild, the smell of your arousal, clammy hands and deep breaths in the low light. Astarion approaches like something from a dream, shirtless now; smirk plastered cheek-to-cheek as he leans over your trembling form with confidence - your lust-addled fingers reaching for his steady form like a ship to harbour. 

“You want to feel it, little dove? Feel how you set me alight?”

He pries your wrist from him with gentle urgency, taking your hand under his and skating both downwards; down the plane of his tight torso, slowing to a stop just above his pelvis.

“Tell me - do you want to feel it?”

A small smirk plays at the corner of your lips, but he doesn’t seem to notice - watching the way your hand twitches under his.

“Hm?”

His groan is guttural. Thick. He doesn’t even try to mask it, eyes wide as his hand shifts yours just a little further down and over the blistering burn of his heavy cock through loose linen trousers. A hazy sigh as he moans a small whimper at your touch.

“Please, Astarion. I beg you.”

It’s like his fingers are enchanted, the way they reduce you to this sodden mess. Unable to think unless guided delicately by his superior whim. 

“I need to bury myself inside you fully for this to take. I need your full attention, submission; your devotion to our lives together. Do I make myself clear?”

He’s giving you one final chance to withdraw. Your head clears for one sweet moment and you can do little else but stare at his bulge with heavy lids and your mouth agape.

“Crystal. I ache for you. Please, give this to me.”

You lift to meet him in a soft kiss, jaw slackened and cunt ablaze. Nothing else matters, no complications, nor possibilities of horribly mangled spawn from your womb as a result of your copulation. This scalding stupor that sends you insane won’t go away until he quenches it with his seed. 

Your response has satisfied him, if the way he stands sharpish and unties his trouser laces is anything to go by. The glassy head of his cock stands purple at his stomach, leaking wild at the slit and red-hot as your hand reaches blindly for him in your hunger.

He gently taps you away and back down onto the sheets. 

“Magic?” You hear yourself mumble, still amazed at how surely swollen he must feel with how sore he looks. Has to be. 

“Just me.”

There’s a tenderness in his eyes as he crawls back over you, legs instinctively parting and lifting at the knee to accommodate him. Something that compels him to hold your face in the hand that isn’t supporting his weight and just look at you, fondly; for what feels like an age.

Then he shifts once more to angle himself, decidedly spending no more time on preparation. The heat of his cock against your slit is unlike anything you’ve ever known, dizzying yet pleasurable; hard and yet still yielding, and as he thrusts a shallow dip into your core you swear you see angels overhead. Yes, you’re ready. You’ve never been more ready for anything than you are for the sheer ecstasy you know he’s about to give you, and he’s going to give you it in droves. Seismic tremors as he shifts a little and you adjust to him once again.

He nods. He hears you. 

Then, he snaps once more; and he’s lost.

Each glub of his cock meeting your spill as he ruts into you; the way you feel it running downward in long dribbles, with each and every mindless hump of his hips eking more honey from your cunt in spades. 

You hear the sounds of your shared carnal pleasure and it makes you clench around him in some kind of self-perpetuating cycle. Groans and whimpers and moans and hisses and the frequent egregious slaps to your thighs whilst he chases his high. 

He’s perfect like this. Halo of curls above you, voice silken as he calls you every pet name under the sun, his, always. Your legs ache already from being wound so tightly, interlocked around him, and you think of the prespill inside you already. How each fangy showman’s smile means he’s twitching at your cervix and leaking molten gold inside you with every thrust. 

It’s not until he nuzzles down to your neck that you remember to offer it, potentially for the last time on this mortal coil. 

“Are you asking?”

“Well, you didn’t offer.”

The immediate pang is one of violent nausea, subsiding quickly into a wooze coating the bottom of your stomach in black tar as he fucks upward. Unease. There’s something in his spit, you assume. Something that makes the gaping wounds a little more bearable, a little less raw as he kitten-licks the flesh between swallows. Ice courses your veins with adrenaline as it always does.

Astarion chokes down his first sip with an eager cough. The burgeoning panic wracking your limbs turns into a numbed haze as your lover feasts, big neat gulps whilst he clutches at your ribcage with fingers splayed deep and cock buried to the hilt, like a man starved. His hair tickles  at your jaw, the smell of something herbal. Slightly lemony. 

He splutters that he’s close and you feel yourself nearing your peak too.

There’s a profane desecration in what he’s doing, painting your walls in an attempt to get you pregnant. Something deeply sordid, raw; ungodsly. There’ll be no Lathandrian blessing for your young, no gentle welcome into some family fayre on the outskirts of the city. No villages to raise them, no cards nor flowers from friends or family; but you want this. 

You want him to taint you in his particular shade of crimson, visibly; so the realms know who made The Saviour of Baldur’s Gate come to heel. The man who compelled her through sheer love alone and to whom she gave everything. The indomitable force for whom you’ll die, only to resurrect forever as his.

Visions of your turning don’t scare you - all lightning and thunder, the cries of your dhamplings in some nursery down the towering halls of your palatial wing; and yet you’ll be safe in his caress. He wouldn’t let a single thing happen to you. He won’t. 

And as he cums; he calls your name.

Some rhythmic prayer over and over again; and with each kick of his cock he loses some of his bedroom charm and hurtles back to earth, humbly enraptured. More candid. His weary muscles tighten as yours threaten your own release around him.

“Cum for me, now. Milk me.” in a heavy whisper whilst he strokes the soft flesh of your cheek; and you do. You cum harder than you can remember ever before. Each wave of sheer pleasure some blackout tidal wave as you writhe, staccato in his arms. 

If you die during the ceremony, you’ll die happy. Should the younglings bite their way through your womb, it won’t matter.

You’re loved. He loves you, in soft kisses and gentle arms carried all the way to the waiting washtub. In the way he sponges your aching shoulders and brings a washcloth to your dazed face.

Baldur’s Gate doesn’t sleep, not really.

But tonight it will, in the patient, visceral bliss of calm before a summer storm.

[death---dealer]

Out of all my ideas ( Which are going into a set of Noa x Reader Imagines, part three babey ) there is one I think I might wanna make a oneshot for purely out of explaining in more depth. Or maybe it'll eventually make its way into the Customary Series, IDK what to do with half the ideas I have okay lol. Let me shoot the idea at you guys, that I hope was good because I was high as a kite when I thought of it: SO like. Obviously, marriage is a (slightly) different concept for the Apes. It means the same as with humans, being bound to one for the rest of your life with love, adoration and protectiveness, but there's no paper/documentation/anything like that in their society but just imagine like? A ceremony of sorts? Like, maybe the night before you mate for the first time? ESP. With Noa because he's you know. The Leader of the Eagle Clan. The future. It's incredibly celebrated. MAAYBE THERE's a blessing from Dar as she accepts you into their family unit. Bless of the fruit that you two share, bless the nest, you two ACTUALLY TOUCH FOREHEADS IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE CLAN FOR THE FIRST TIME, you're absolutely decked out in finely and intricately detailed pieces of gear. Headdress, arm bands, a sash around your waist. Noa is wearing a matching set, maybe small details of his role of the Eagle Clan tied in there in the prospect of feathers, etc. IDK just an idea dkafdklsf

[isa-ghost]

Any specifically avian related qphil headcanons? I love that Phil being a bit more birdy is canon in the qsmp but whenever we get lore about it its angst

/I don't know why I'm asking if you have any, I know you got them /

*cupping my hands together and holding them out*

/give em here/

/pretty pleasee/

Oh fuck yeah man. I have an angel OC based off Phil, I've got PLENTY of avian headcanons >:)

Previous Headcanon Sets (x8)

MORE: Avian Edition

I've stated it in a prev set I think, but if you put this man in water his wings will sometimes involuntarily flap like he's in a birdbath. It's somewhat of a stim, bird brain just goes "you gotta."

I've also stated before that when he's stressed, his wings will flap kinda like the way someone might nervously shake out their hands.

Another restate, sometimes his laughs and startled yelps sound almost like squawks. Also his hiccups. It's very rare, but whenever it happens, he gets teased for it. Especially by Etoiles.

Another restate, sometimes his echolalia is his bird brain mimicking a sound he heard if it scratches an itch.

Yknow what just skim the previous headcanon sets I linked bc I talk so much about his wings & what he does with them & how he communicates using them. All those apply here.

Obligatory mirror and windows struggles mention.

Obligatory molting & preening struggles when stressed mention.

We've all seen the way he perches above everyone. It's probably his most prominent/noticeable avian trait.

Apparently camomile calms birds down. If this fool liked hot drinks, he'd have another way to settle his anxiety.

His obsession with noodles got him accused by Tubbo of enjoying them bc bird brain likes worms. He was NOT pleased. Almost gagged.

As long as you're careful around his wings, he LOVES back rubs. (It's bc the dumbass mf slept in that damn chair too much so now his back riots)

DO NOT THE WINGS. Petting them is one thing, he loves when Lullah hugs them, he thinks it's cute. But omg do not dig your fingers into his feathers. They're very sensitive. And that could mean tickling OR pain.

However if you gently do it, his wings will spread a little and his feathers poof up, which is kinda funny. It's like how if you touch a cat's foot the right way, their toes will spread out to present The Beans(tm). Blessed.

He likes to gift his shedded feathers to people he trusts. Chayanne, Lullah & Missa each have one. Although he's extremely close with Etoiles and Fit, he feels too awkward to give one to them yet. Feels a little too intimate.

Gift giving in general is a HUGE part of his love language though. Crow brain must give shiny things to people he loves yesyes.

Bird zoomies!! Wings poof up, he starts hopping all over the place like a big dork. He'd fly all over too, if he could.

Bobs his head to music. Those videos of pet birds dancing? That's Phil babey!!

Another one of his fave bits is pretending to understand and have a full-on conversation with birds. Loves pretending to gossip with them right in front of the person he & the bird(s) are "gossiping" about. However the crows he DOES understand & gossip with.

When he can fly, he's an expert at dive-bombing targets like a bird of prey. It's TERRIFYING. And very attractive depending on who you are (*cough* Missa *cough*)

Lullah once tried to test if throwing a blanket over his head would make him fall asleep like how if you put a blanket over a bird's cage they'll think it's night time and go to bed. It didn't work. He was very confused.

Birds whenever they're happy to see you will stretch their wings out like "Hello yes!" Phil do happy wing stretches when he see the kids :D

His hearing and eyesight are fucking amazing. The only reason he's able to be snuck up on is bc he hyperfocuses on things or the things that sneak up on him are super fast.

Rare Isa Fluffy Headcanon: He make blanket nests.

When stressed or overwhelmed, he'll wrap his wings around himself or raise them to shield his head. He doesn't do this so much after his wings were clipped & injured. They hurt too much.

100% will spread his wings all the way out (when they aren't hurting a lot) to look more threatening towards enemies. They almost autopilot do it when he's angry, but if they hurt too much they'll stop. He's pissed they don't look as threatening after The Federation clipped his wings

[mostmouse]

The one Blessed by Arceus

give it up for chapter 4 babey, this obsession is going no where, especially since there hasn't been any smut yet

Adaman x F!Reader (rating: gen)

The sun beat down harshly on your trip to the Pearl settlement. You were grateful for the snow goggles that Anthe had procured for you, though you weren’t too pleased how ugly they looked on you. The benefits to them however, outweighed the style completely. You were sure you’d go snow blind in only a matter of minutes if left out in the tundra. 

The trek there wasn’t so bad once you bundled all the way up to your neck. And the ice type pokemon were cute as can be. So far you had managed to get some good research and pokemon for Professor Laventon to review. You were particularly pleased to have caught a little zorua pup as well. You considered keeping the little guy after Professor Laventon reviewed him. 

Looking upwards, you saw a great many deal of pokemon flying about in the frigid air. You’d have gyarados fly you to the settlement, but you didn’t want to miss potential pokedex entry helpers. You had every intention of catching and releasing for most the pokemon you caught, though some you simply couldn’t refuse to keep. 

You were beginning to keep your own pasture of pokemon by your homestead, though you knew many tundra pokemon wouldn’t be happy on the humid coastlands. You yourself weren’t too pleased with the temperatures, but it seemed one of the most open and emotionally freeing areas in the Hisui region you felt safe in. 

Hot air puffed in front of you as you continued on, checking your arc phone to make sure you were heading in the right direction. It had been a while since you’d seen Irida, and figured you needed to examine the pokemon in the Alabaster Icelands while you were at it. 

A shadow passed over you as a large pokemon flew overhead, but you paid it no mind as you suddenly crouched down to observe a large glalie. You smiled to yourself as your mittened hands fumbled with your pencil before jotting down some notes. Tossing some berries, you observed how it interacted with its surroundings and enjoyed the pleasant silence of the snow around you. 

Above you, Warden Sabi watched you closely. Her clairvoyance had told her you would be in the area today. She was now trying to decide if her clairvoyance was telling her to let Adaman know. Surely if you, the hero of Hisui, were going to the Pearl settlement, it should involve Adaman as well. 

Nodding to herself, she perked up as she pet Lord Brivary, letting him know to head forward back home. Lying against his neck, she bundled into his feathers as the cutting air passed over her. 

Completing your observations, you got a small sling out, tucking a pokeball into it and spinning it rapidly. To reach it from this far away... You zeroed in and released the ball. Watching as the glalie disappeared into the flash of light, you waited to see the small sparklers to indicate if it had been caught. 

You shielded your face as the burst of light signaled that it had broken out. Grabbing a pokeball, you tossed it towards the now angry glalie. “Rapidash! Don’t hurt it too much, we need this one for Lav!” 

Bursting from her ball, your shiny rapidash cried out. Heading towards the glalie, you whistled in different pitches, signaling to her what moves to use. You had originally adopted the habit in your time as a way to battle other trainers and gyms without your opponents knowing what moves you were going to use, and now it was simply a habit. 

Battling the glalie proved a bit difficult as it kept trying to attack you as well. Grunting as the snow flew up and obscured much of the battlefield, you felt doubt at catching such an angry glalie. If it didn’t want to be caught so badly, should you even try? 

Shaking your head, you called out to your pokemon, dashing forward with another empty pokeball at the ready. No, you needed to catch them all so that you could complete the pokedex and meet Arceus once again. Once the glalie seemed weakened enough, you tossed the pokeball. Seeing the sparks jump from this one, you cheered excitedly, walking up to rapidash and giving her a couple berries as a treat. 

Scooping the ball into your hand, you kissed it gently. “Thank you for joining us. I promise to release you once we’re done studying your handsome face.” Smiling easily, you tucked the ball into your bag with all the others you had managed to catch on your way. 

Returning rapidash to her ball, you walked towards some slopes, recognizing the tower of ice in the distance that had helped you make balms for Lord Avalugg. It was slow moving in such deep snow, even with your fluffy snow boots. 

Once you made it to the top of the sloped hill, you looked back, seeing many of your footprints already filled in with fresh snow from the drifts. You whined softly, turning back around and heading higher. The air seemed to be more frigid and thin the higher you went, and you were thankful the Pearl settlement wasn’t at too high an altitude. 

Suddenly, another dark shadow appeared, though it seemed to hover over you for a moment. Pulling off your goggles, you looked up and saw a mass of feathers quickly descending on you. With a shout, you moved out of the way, only to end up on your ass in the deep snow. 

Finally, you saw Lord Brivary before you, the small head of his warden over his shoulder and none other than Adaman jumping off his back. “Wha- Adaman? What’re you doing here? Are you playing with Sabi?” You heard Sabi whine from the back of Brivary. 

“No! He said he’ll play with me later though, so don’t forget that! You’re my witness!” Her chipper voice easily reached you where she was hidden amongst her Lord’s feathers. Adaman laughed good naturedly, waving to her as she took off again. 

“Hey, what’re you doing here? It's freezing, seriously, this is insane, even for you.” Adaman’s teeth chattered almost comically loud as he spoke to you. You couldn't help but laugh as you let him help you up. Opening your large coat, you brought him closer, his cold arms wrapping around your warm waist. 

“What are you doing here? You hate it here, you poor little larvesta.” Your breath was warm on his chilled exposed neck, and he snuggled deeper into you. 

“What? What’s a larvesta?” Smiling against him, you pulled away slightly. 

“Its a cute little fire type back where I’m from, they’re adorable. I hear in the Paldea region there’s a paradox version of its evolution, whatever that means. It was brand new right before I was whisked away here, but based on the pictures, it was amazing looking. Gosh, I wish I could show you!” Your words went completely over his head. Paldea? Paradox? What did that even mean? 

Shaking his head, he smiled down at you, hands still fisted in your clothes and warming his poor fingers. “So what’re you doing here? Heading to the Pearl settlement?” 

You moved to your bag, pulling out another pair of thick mittens and a hefty scarf that took up most of the room. Relieved to get rid of it, you handed everything to Adaman. He looked down at the winter wear, and he’d blush if he wasn’t already so flushed from the cold. 

Smiling, he looked towards you, nodding his head in grace, “Thank you, these are much appreciated.” You stifled your laughter, sometimes he was so formal out of nowhere that it surprised you, though you most certainly didn’t hate it. 

“Yeah, I thought since I needed to do some research around here that I’d visit Irida if she wasn’t busy and home. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to see her.” Adaman pushed down the flash of jealousy inside him. Why would you want to see the Pearl Clan? Tightening the scarf and tugging it as high as it would go, he breathed slowly, letting go of the slight frustration he felt. 

“Do you want to come with me? I’m taking the long way and observing some pokemon for the ‘dex.” Your smile melted his freezing heart and he grinned back at you, patting your hat and nodding enthusiastically. “Great! I’ve caught some really good pokemon so far. Wanna know?”

Adaman swallowed thickly, preparing himself to hear the most zubat shit insane list you were about to read off of him. He knew your bag was filled to the brim with pokeballs all the time, the only question would be how many of them were empty. 

You began to prattle off some types, he wasn’t phased as you started; bergmite, snover, bronzer, ralts. But as you continued, he became increasingly worried; crowbat, blissey, lickilicky. “You caught a crowbat and a blissey? And how did you find a lickilicky - actually, what is that?” You grinned at him. 

“Blissey’s are tanks, for real, I was surprised too. Turns out you just need to flatter them with a bunch of razz berries and then get a good back strike.” Laughing at his bewildered expression, you continued on, walking side by side, “I was honestly surprised to find a crowbat. You know how you evolve one from golbat, right?” 

At his clueless glance, you smiled softly, “You have to have a close bond. Only then do they feel safe enough to evolve. So I’m surprised to have found one in the wild. I’ll be sure to bring it back here and release it in the same area. It might have another pokemon it loves dearly.” Tripping in the snow suddenly, Adaman grabbed the back of your puffy jacket, hauling you back up to your feet easily and quickly. 

Giggling sheepishly, you looked up at him, “It's like you were ready for that.” With a smug grin, he tossed an arm over your shoulders. 

“You wouldn’t believe how often Sabi trips out here. She’s always flying on her Lord’s back that she doesn’t know how to walk in the snow. Sort of like a baby ponyta I know.” 

Balking at hs words, you elbowed him sharply, “Hey! I have more coordination than that!” The both of you laughed, and you didn’t complain about the weight of his arm around you. “Lickilicky is the evolution of lickitung. It sort of freaks me out... I’ll have to show you when I give them to Lav back at the base.” 

Continuing up towards the settlement, “Hey! I see it! Okay, now I’ll tell you the cool pokemon I caught so if you kill me, I’ll have witnesses.” You sucked your lips into your mouth as he groaned loudly next to you. 

“I won’t have to be the one to kill you, you already have no sense of self preservation as it is. I don’t even think you are killable. You’ve lived through too much already.” He didn’t remark how he wanted to keep you bundled up in his bed, safe from everything and everyone. But he knew what a free soul you were, how you could never live in a captive lifestyle. Even back where you were from, you had said you traveled a lot with your pokemon teams. 

“So... I caught some pretty good ones, like a massive glalie, a totally terrifying garchomp-” Adaman stopped walking next to you. Grabbing his hand from your shoulder, you spun in front so you could face him, a maniacal grin on your face. “I got an alpha lucario too, not to mention a huge abomasnow and mamoswine. And... a gardevoir and,” You paused before leaping into his chest, hugging him close, “an alpha froslass! How lucky is that! She was haunting, it was a breathtaking sight!”

After hearing nothing from the man, you cautiously peeked up at him. He wore a thousand yard stare before he grabbed your forearms, pushing you away slightly and squeezing tightly. 

“Mirelands. You’re going to live with me in my home. I’m going to chain you to my bed. You are never leaving my sight again.” Finally looking down at you, you winced as you saw the worry and anger in his gaze. “How- How can you be so excited about all this?! Those pokemon are insanely dangerous! I’ve never even seen some of them in person, they’re that dangerous! And you- you- you just caught them?” 

His tone was incredulous, not to mention loud. He saw over your shoulder Irida quickly approaching, her steps easy and swift in the snow. “Here- tell Irida what you just told me.” 

Finally stopping where the two of you were, Adaman spun you to face your friend, who you gave an apologetic look to. Her confused gaze met Adaman’s angry one, his cheeks flushed more than usual than they did when he visited her people. “What happened?” 

You had the decency to look ashamed of yourself. Repeating what you told Adaman, you watched as her face shifted from impressed, to horrified, and finally anger as well. “You! Those pokemon have been threatening my people for years! Decades, even! And you- you just catch them?!” 

You tried to look away, but Adaman held you tightly, to the point you knew you’d probably have marks. Irida grabbed your cheeks in her frosty hands, “They’re incredibly dangerous! My people have died protecting our settlement from them! And you face them alone?!” 

You felt yourself grow a bit indignant, “I know how to handle pokemon! I’ve done immense work on the pokedex for Lav, I’ve faced Mighty Dialga, the incredible Palkia, and not to mention Giratina - three times! I’ve caught hundreds of pokemon in my time, too! I’ve completed a pokedex with hundreds of entries where I’m from!” 

You could feel Adaman’s hands tighten around your wrists, and you could help but wince, curling forward slightly. He released one wrist reluctantly and rounded you to stand next to Irida, who took it upon herself to grasp your now free wrist - and her grip wasn’t any less intense than the Diamond Clan leader’s. 

“We’re not-” Adaman breathed deeply, frosted air adding to his frustration, “We’re not calling you stupid. You’re not stupid when it comes to pokemon, but you are stupid when it comes to self preservation. How often were people killed by pokemon in your time?” 

You opened your mouth to smart back at him, however, he was no stranger to your way of arguing, “It's a simple question! How many people are killed and slaughtered by pokemon where you’re from?” Irida squeezed your hand in emphasis. 

Gritting your teeth painfully, you ground out, “Hardly any. It's a freak accident if and when it happens.” Irida regarded you carefully, in tune with your feelings and how fondly you spoke of your home.

“And how often are people saved by wild pokemon in your time?” Neither of them missed how you began to fidget, attempts to wrestle out of their grips growing more and more obvious. 

“Shut up! Why does this even matter! Who the fuck cares anymore! It happened, it's not like I can go back in time again and undo it!” Adaman met Irida’s gaze and they both nodded, suddenly letting you go and with a screech, you fell back into the snow. 

“Where you’re from, my little love,” Adaman had crouched down, meeting your gaze. You saw his adoration and concern in his gaze and it took everything you had in you to not look away. “Pokemon are domesticated. They’ve gone through hundreds of years adapting to people and settlements. They aren’t wild, they aren’t as unpredictable, and they certainly aren’t as massive as they are here. You know that. We aren’t trying to call you stupid or say you don’t know anything about what you’re doing. We’re worried about you, desperately.” 

Irida kneeled as well, reaching out and resting a hand on your knee, staring at you with great worry as Adaman continued gently but firmly, nodding in agreement with his sentiment and words, “We’ve watched these same pokemon trample our settlements, attack and kill our people. We’ve lost so many to wild pokemon attacks. Sometimes people go out to hunt, or to visit an area, and they don’t come back. Sometimes people just disappear. We know you’re careful, that you have such an incredible bond with your team and wild pokemon alike. But there are pokemon out there that can and will kill you.” 

Standing slightly, he extended his hands out to you, Irida standing next to him and smiling sadly at you. “So please, tell us what you’re doing. About where you’re going. Let us come with you to support you, please, little love.” Irida didn’t say anything about the nickname, and instead watched as you took Adaman’s hands, letting him lift you up and against his chest. 

You had never really heard Adaman so severe and sincere with you. He was always playing around, being flirty, or acting professional, especially when he was dealing with official clan duties. But he had never been so intense with you directly. 

Sighing heavily, you wrapped your arms around your Diamond Clan leader, one hand reaching out to your dear Pearl Clan leader as well. 

“I’m sorry. I was caught up in living my life here as if nothing had changed but the scenery. I know that pokemon here are inherently different as compared to the ones I grew up around. I’m sorry that I made you worry, and that I acted so reckless. I’ll be sure to check in more with you.” 

The both of them smiled, Adaman releasing you and turning to Irida next. “Shall we go to your settlement? I’m a little hungry after all this.” Irida grinned, clapping her hands together. 

“Of course! The snow probably covered us all up from this, so I don’t believe my clan could see anything, let alone heard any of it as well. Let’s go! We can also hang up your jackets and get something dry on you. Follow me to my place.” 

You gratefully squeezed Adaman’s hand before letting go. You knew his reputation with the Pearl Clan was as important as with his clan. You couldn’t act so overly familiar lest it spark rumors sure to make it back to the Mirelands rapidly. 

“Hey, you’re not like, super busy today are you? Am I bothering you?” Your concerned voice had Irida laughing, shaking her head as her hair bounced around, somehow not weighed down by all the snow and frost. 

“No, no. I was actually thinking of sending you an invitation to come up here. We’re holding a celebration soon of a meteor shower that’s to come! It should be here in two day’s time.” 

Lighting up, you quickened your pace, much to Adaman’s annoyance. He hated how it seemed to now be a conversation between the two of you and you were paying him no mind. “That’s so cool! I haven’t seen a meteor shower before! Well, not one where there wasn’t massive light pollution.” 

From the beginning, you were entranced by the night sky, amazed at all the stars you could see. You were even positive that you could see galaxies some nights. You weren’t surprised anymore at your team being called the Galaxy Expedition Team. It really was like you were surveying the very world under the infinite sky.

Irida looked to Adaman smugly, already knowing his answer. You failed to notice her expression, instead looking to Adaman as she asked, “Would you like to join us? Consider it cultural education from the Pearl Clan.” 

Gritting his teeth to keep from sneering, “If she comes then I’ll be here, too. I’m not letting you try to pull her into the Pearl Clan. She practically belongs to the Diamond Clan as it is.” 

You jolted as he patted your rear, smug smile on his face now as Irida pouted. “Why do I have to be here? Wouldn’t some of your clan be excited to see a meteor shower?” You ignored how he mentioned your belonging to the Diamond Clan, you were more sure he meant that you belonged to him. 

Irida huffed, smirking, “He thinks it's a waste of time. There was a meteor shower some years ago by Jubilife Village, and Commander Kamado - who was much more green when it came to Hisui - had invited both our clans as a way to strengthen bonds. The Diamond Clan barely stayed.” 

She took your hand freely, not worrying at all what her people thought as they saw the three of you make your way through the settlement. “As you can understand, my clan adores meteor showers. They’re a sacred gift from the Iridescent Palkia, showing us its power over the heavens. We won’t be missing a chance to celebrate its continued prosperity.”

You laughed gently. It sounded exactly like Adaman to be testy over watching such a display. Staring at the night sky for hours to see some shooting stars? You had to admit, to someone who wasn’t interested, it certainly sounded like a complete waste of time. You, however, were very interested. “Sorry, Adaman.” You faced Irida again. “I’d love to join, thank you for inviting me! Should I make something?” 

She looked a bit confused as she let the two of you into her humble abode, the hearth immediately warming you and Adaman as relief spread through your frozen bones. “Make something? Like what?” The both of you blinked at each other as Adaman removed his shoes and haori, resting the former by the hearth, and hanging the other near it as well. 

“She means make food, it's polite where she comes from to bring something to a celebration that someone’s invited you to. Sometimes there’s entire events dedicated to everyone bringing things to said event.”

Adaman looked smug as Irida looked annoyed and then amused. Blushing, you tried to save face a bit, “I’m sorry, the first time I did it when Adaman invited me to something, I feel like everyone gave me dirty looks. I understand if you say no, it’s just sort of... instinct now. It’s something everyone does back where I’m from. I don’t mean to suggest that you can’t feed your own people or that your cooking is terrible!” 

Smiling at you, she gripped your now waving hands. “No no. It makes sense when you explain it. If you’d like to bring something you’ve made, then I’ll graciously accept it on behalf of my people.” Her content smile, coupled with her holding your hands in hers, had you blushing and laughing bashfully. 

Adaman pouted, grabbing the corner of your fluffy coat and pulling you towards him. As you fell over, he gripped you tightly, having you land in his lap with your feet above the walkway. Shoes dripping with melting snow, you laughed, hiding your face in your hands. “You’re too much! What if someone walks in?”

He huffed at Irida, who was looking annoyed about her best friend being pulled away from her. “She’s mine. Quit hogging all her attention.”

“Uhm, not sure if you noticed, Diamond Clan - but she came to the Pearl Settlement specifically to hang out with me.” You snickered at their bickering, you were sure that would never change. Considering it was no longer a Diamond Clan vs Pearl Clan thing, or even a Dialga vs Palkia thing, it had to be an Adaman vs Irida thing. 

Sighing contentedly, you relaxed in Adaman’s hold, kicking off your shoes, and basking in the warmth of the roaring hearth. “Hey Irida, did you have any snacks we could share?” Your big eyes met hers as you tried to sound pathetic. 

Laughing, and now completely ignoring Adaman, she kicked off her own shoes and made her way to a chest by a small cooking area. “Let me find something for you. Are either of you interested in some spheal jerky?” 

Adaman grinned and you opened and shut your mouth a couple times. “But... But spheal are so cute...” Irida smiled apologetically as she gathered some, bringing it to the two of you as she sat down. 

“Yes, they are precious. But they’re also delicious and their meat preserves here quite nicely. You don’t have to eat any if you don’t want to.” Adaman gratefully took some from the other leader, eating it happily as you sadly took some as well. 

“Thank you, Irida. And thank you to Almighty Sinnoh for its blessing of our treasured spheals and for allowing us to fill our bellies with this meal.” His warm words reached your heart as you bit into the jerky, chewing thoughtfully, before smiling. Nodding at Irida, you chomped down and ate enthusiastically. 

“Mmmm, it's so good! Thank you so much for sharing!” Irida grinned, eating her own portion and sitting in comfortable silence while the three of you finished. 

“So, what did you have planned once you got here? Anything you wanted to do specifically or just spend time together?” 

Looking a bit sheepish, you rubbed the back of your neck, still very much aware of being in Adaman’s lap - who seemed quite comfortable with his arms around your waist and keeping you in place, and from the argument the three of you had just had. “Well, I don’t suppose you’d want to go on a little expedition with me? I was actually hoping you could lead me through the Alabaster Icelands and show me culturally or personally significant places for you and the Pearl Clan.”

Your earnest question had her blushing, Adaman also looking surprised. “You... You want me to show you around and tell you all about me and my people’s history here?” You smiled softly, turning fully in Adaman’s lap and reaching for her hands.

“Yeah! You’re one of my best friends, Irida. I want to get to know everything about you. But, I also understand if that’s sort of weird, so no pressure-”

Both you and Adaman jolted as she lunged forward, hugging you close while completely ignoring him. “Hey! Back off-”

His complaining was cut short as the two of you laughed delightedly, “Of course I’ll show you! I’d love nothing more! You can even stay here with me at the end of day, there’s no way we’ll finish in a mere few hours. Oh, I’m so excited now! I can’t believe you’d ask this! Well, honestly I can. But I’m still pleased nonetheless. Let’s get dressed again and we’ll go out!” She leapt away from you, grabbing your big fluffy jacket. 

“Uh, Adaman. You can leave. This is obviously time I get to spend with my best friend. Go do something for your clan instead.” Irida’s deadpan stare had him indignant. 

“I don’t think so. Whatever she’s doing, I’ll be joining as well.” The both of them began to growl at each other, glares intensifying. 

You wracked your head for something to say to amicably separate the two of them. Just then, the three of you heard a loud commotion outside. Irida, ever the dutiful leader, easily slipped her shoes back on and went out the door, but not before shooting a glare at her Diamond Clan counterpart. 

With her out of ear shot, Adaman grabbed at you again. You laughed sheepishly, “Adaman! C’mon, you hate it here, you’re not even dressed warm enough for an extended stay.” 

He huffed, dragging you close to his body, your cheeks warming. “I am too. The scarf and mittens you gave me are plenty. Besides, why should the Pearl Clan get all your time? You belong to me.” 

Licking your lips, you gave him a quick kiss, “I thought I belonged to the Diamond Clan?” Echoing his earlier words, he didn’t look the slightest bit ashamed. 

Instead his smug grin had you wanting to wipe the expression right off his face. “Same thing. Besides, what if you catch cold? You’ll need someone to warm you up slowly and intimately.” His half lidded eyes held yours as you blushed at his insinuation. 

“Adaman-” Your retort was cut off harshly as Warden Sabi burst through Irida’s door. Breaking the mood, you immediately shot out of Adaman’s lap, hands instinctively reaching for your pokeballs hanging off your hip. 

“Adaman!” The small warden was practically sobbing, big tears in her eyes as Irida arrived right behind her, out of breath. “You said you’d play with me! My clairvoyance said you were going to back out of it! I’m here to tell you to play! You promised!”

Irida walked around her, puffing slightly, “She’s so nimble... So fast... Almighty Sinnoh...” Sitting down heavily, you went to her side, fanning her slightly with a smile. Watching Sabi, you saw how Adaman struggled to resist her. 

“Sabi, c’mon, something urgent came up and-” 

Irida was quick to intervene, “It's been solved!” Her shit eating grin grinding every single gear inside Adaman, “You’re free to take him Sabi, he’s finished his business with the Pearl Clan. I’ll make sure our... honorary member is cared for quite well while she’s here. Thank you!” 

You held back your giggles, Adaman looking less than pleased at you not backing him up. Just as he opened his mouth, Sabi cried out again, “Adaman! You promised! I’m not going away, you can’t get out of this one. I even told her about what you said so you can’t use her as an excuse!” 

You pursed your lips, looking away once you met the man’s gaze, shrugging. He grumbled, “I won’t forget this.” Hiding your smile behind your hand, you and Irida waved at him. 

“I’ll see you later! I promise to have as much fun as possible while being a part of the Pearl Clan!” You could practically feel his jealousy and possessiveness wafting off him as he allowed Sabi to drag him by the hand out of Irida’s home. 

Once you heard her Lord fly off, you and Irida broke down into a fit of laughter. “Oh goodness, he’s not going to be very happy with you when he’s done.” Snickering, you shook your head, hair bouncing. 

“Arceus help me, he’s gonna give me such an earful when I see him again.” With nothing else left to do, the two of you began to get ready for your trip out into the tundra. 

Irida grabbed your arc phone, showing you places on the map that were nearby that she’d show you. The both of you grinned excitedly, slipping out of her door and first heading to Heart’s Crag for your journey. 

[kenphobia]

Hello!! I saw that you also knew TWST, so I wanted to ask your opinion on what dorms do you think the WH characters would be sorted to, and why? (Do feel free to include your OCs too, just go all out!!)

SINCERELY, ME!

oooo i've been thinking abt it for some quite some time, but since there's not a lot of info abt the wh cast (or maybe im just too lazy to research and there's actually sufficient lore), most of these will probably be based on speculations and my personal headcanons!!

WALLY DARLING!

✦ starting with wally, I think he fits pomefiore. I mean— have you SEEN this man? He is beauty, he is grace and he will eat your face if you ever insult his hair. His name is Wally Darling for a reason, gotta look ready and pretty if you're a darling after all.

✦ He could also be in Diasomnia, perhaps? mfer eats with his eyes, i think that's powerful enough.

HOWDY PILLAR!

✦ I feel like Howdy would be in either Scarabia or Heartslabyul. Why Scarabia? Howdy is a shopkeeper so he's probably resourceful and knows the ways in business, he just seems like a pretty reliable and responsible guy.

✦ As for Heartslabyul, you cannot tell this mfer isn't Trey Clover but caterpillar. I may be wrong but he just gives me a lot of Trey Clover vibes so I feel the need to just— throw him into heartslabyul

POPPY PATRIDGE!

✦ Poppy would definitely be in Heartslabyul though. She's always worying and ruffling her feather for her friends, and she'd follow any rule if it meant keeping her friends safe. I have a little gut feeling that she can get a bit ... controlling at times due to her anxious mind but she means good.

SALLY STARLET!

✦ Sally, my sweet summer child, the one i kinned instantly on the spot... Octavinelle. I have no idea why?? but like, she's dramatic, she'd probably say "I'm only doing this because I'm so kind and benelovent ✨" AND LIKE?? I DON'T KNOW. I just think she'd get along with the leech twins? maybe give Azul a few more wrinkles here and there ...

✦ She could also be pomefiore too! Pomefiore is like a fancy dorm, she'd fit.

JULIE JOYFUL!

✦ Julie is a bit difficult for me hhhh.... i just have a gut feeling that she'd be scarabia. id love to say pomefiore but if wally and sally happened to be there, adding julie would just add the chaos.

✦ I got nothing for Julie except for scarabia. She's a fun little silly but she knows a thing or two about being resourceful. Her and Kalim would get into some trouble and Jamil has to take care both of their asses.

BARNABY B. BEAGLE!

✦ Heartslabyul. I won't explain any further other than this mfer would give Riddle a run for his money. And also because he might a stickler for rules in a way??? Like he wouldn't exactly enforce them on others, he'd follow them if it's convenient enough and if it will save his ass from getting handed to him.

FRANK FRANKLY!

✦ HEARTSLABYUL. This one??? No need for explanation, just— heartslabyul

✦ For some reason, I can see him being in Ignihyde too?? He's just ... emo to me. Like— any colorful top you wear won't fit your vibe, frank, you still havent gotten out of your emo phase.

EDDIE DEAR!

✦ Legit I have no idea what dorm will fit him other than ramshackle. He's the mc now!!! get off the stage, yuu

✦ tbh i would say heartslabyul again but so many of these btches are possibly heartslabyul and im too dumb to add more variety in the mix!!!

HOUSE!

✦ I mean— It is considered to be a neighbor, right??? but anyways, diasomnia because ... idk man, it's a talking house. it doesn't have much personality other than literally being wally's house and speaking fluently in onomatopoeia

JUNE WEBB! (oc)

✦ octavinelle, babey !!! she's a con artist, yknow??? thats why theyre an antagonist for a reason. they scam ppl into buying their shit and have the "but im so sweet and kind" act

✦ also because howdy in scarabia and june in octavinelle is like, jamil x azul ship trope. yes, i ship my ocs with canon characters and yall have no right to complain when youre on my blog that centered around x readers

JELLY ROLLSTONE! (oc)

✦ Ignihyde. Like??? do I need to explain, bestie? they're good with technology in a way and theyre as anti social as their peers. I based them off Idia, what makes you think they won't be in Ignihyde??

RAINE SWEETHEART! (oc)

✦ ramshackle because this btch is as plain as white american bread + she isn't exactly as fleshed out rn to be put in a proper dorm so yeah—

these might change once i get know the characters a bit more better in canon so ... yeah!!! i'm redesigning some of my ocs, especially raine so watch out for that!!

fun fact: i slept two times writing this and i ashamed

[autistic-sidestep]

ok so (ye old rambling in dani's server) i got inspired by the explanation on this fanart to look at maybe incorporating nazars (these things 🧿) into argos' design (symbolically) cos it's a really good fit?

so i hc sura had a nazar bracelet/pendant they were gifted or maybe found itself (its regene tats also feature eyes.) and immediately post hb ricardo would wear it almost daily to keep sura closer. (maybe eventually getting a very small tattoo...... 👀)

as for the argos suit, the nazar's outer ring isn't always that shade of dark blue and have different meanings too. maybe it can be part of the panoptes' (argos' crew in the mob boss route, or for anarchist path) callsign to denote territory or a calling card called the apotropaion (Something that wards off evil; an amulet or magic charm) - cos it works as a warning sign when it's cracked (and yknow how sidestep is associated with broken mirrors/glass/shards), AND as a pun cos... -paion is almost like paon, french for peacock

something something peacock feathers and eyespots meant to deter predators through intimidation, and the feathers resemble the evil eye. and. dual-edgedness superstition around it of both bad and good luck (varies between cultures)

and also something abt peacock feathers onstage and theatre superstition cos we can't forget sura is a dramatic fuck

also the eyes around the heartbreak site in the patreon story!!! it's all connected babey,,,,

it's about the Eyes 🤌

[rollforjackass]

GOOD OMENS S2E3 STUFF

this queen at the coffee shop calling out nina for her shitty partner owns my fucking heart

muriel my darling dearest....they are perfect

aziraphale demonstrating how to drink tea for them, oh bless

crowley rolling up all delighted to fuck with them, you funny fuckin dickhead

the metric for miracles being based on lazarus is perfect to me

the james bond bullet hole transfers are still there, my beloved

oh of course aziraphale is just as bad a driver as crowley

HE HAS A DIARY HE'S KEPT A DIARY SINCE BEFORE THE 1800S 😭

natural scottish david tennant fanning his feathers, good for him honestly

i don't like this conversation for aziraphale, actually, it doesn't feel right for him. his whole thing is that he's never really agreed with the ineffable plan, he just lies to the head office and Says he does. but i guess he did have to learn to not agree, so we'll let it slide

CROWLEY CAN FEEL WHEN AZIRAPHALE DRIVES UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT?????? also, validation for my personal headcanon that aziraphale drives too slow while crowley drives too fast.

that's their marriage car motherfuckers she's a sweetheart who loves her dads -- IT IS BANANA FUCKING YELLOW

crowley throwing the books :(

crowley's got these upper arm bangles over his shirt that are Extremely gender of him

this bit with the doctor and the dead bodies, his little "we have to cut off the demand side of things as well as the supply" is Very gay angel mafia

his detective hat is so!! he is everything to me

oh christ he and muriel are just the same. crowley's right, how the fuck did heaven keep itself together this long

gabriel the freemason???????????

crowley losing his fucking mind on laudanum and turning assorted different sizes what in the ball-tripping alice in wonderland

aziraphale being completely in love with high-as-fuck crowley in this scene. you're so me

HE DIDN'T SEE CROWLEY AGAIN FOR YEARS AFTER THAT?????????? I'M GOING TO SCREAM

using a cell phone, even if not conventionally, i'm so proud of him. evolution babey

aziraphale a.z. fell fucking said grindr. i don't need anything else in life.

oh my fucking god he's got to stop doing that creepy purple prophecy shit i'm fucking FREAKED

oh my god he's being lured into a trap isn't he. run baby boy run

crowley threatening goob if anything happens to aziraphale.....

"it's too late now, isn't it? it's always too late."

[garlic-the-gnome]

Bite The Throat

Strange Aeons LotR crackfic

Twas the year 2015 and Frodo “The Skull” Baggins was in the bathroom dying his hair to be eboney black. After his parents had died in a beetroot farming accident he’d gone goth. Sadness and death were his new parents. Frodo was currently wearing a black nightgown draped over his shoulders so he didn’t dye his skin. He flicked his wet dye soaked hair off his forehead as the bathroom door opened. 

In walked his boyfriend Sam the Killer. Sam was 4 feet tall and wearing black skinny jeans, a MCR band shirt with the sleeves cut off over a long sleeve black mesh shirt. Many gothic tattoos could be seen through the mesh but the most eye-catching was Sam’s teardrop tattoo underneath his eye.

Hey Babey, said Sam. They pashed passionantley. Gloopy dye smushing into Sam. The Skull pulled away from Sam’s embrace, his dark orbs penetrating into his sole with sadness and despair. I need ta wash this shit out first, sorry babette, The Skull dropped his silk lace black nightgown to the ground and stepped into his ice cold shower, but his soul was colder. Sam’s eyes eyed The Skull’s shredded torso as he bathed underneath the stream of water. The Skull had a massive tattoo covering his back, it was like angel wings but instead of feather it was bones (authors note: pretty goff right).

Once The Skull’s hair was pitch blak and clean they began passionantye making out again. They went to their gothic bedroom with had dark purple walls covered in goff band posters and a black lacey blanket and a black shaggy carpet in the shape of a skull. They went on the bed and did you know what (an: im not a perv okay!!!!)

The next morning they awoke to a loud knocking outside their bedroom. They hastily pulled the quilt up to cover their bodies, their small heads peaking out of the top of the bed.

In walked Strange. Strange was also a hobbit who was gothic. She had met The Skull and Sam at an goth band concert that was held in The Shire. Strange has short gothic hair and a skull chain around her neck and big boots that made her taller than the other hobbits. Gandalf was also there, towering over Strange. He was no longer known as Gandalf the Grey but Gandalf the goth. He had a long balk robe with a slit up the side showing off his pale with smooth skin, covered in satanic symbols. His big hat was now replaced with an emo beanie and his long fringe poked out of it covering one of his eyes. 

Get up losers, he yelled at The Skul and Sam. The two jumped out of bed, exposing themselves to Strange and Gandalf whose eyes were offended by the ripped hobbit that was The Skull. The naked hobbits were soon clothed in the closest cool clothes.

The all sat down for first breakfast at the table. Gandalf explained while sipping on a goblet of blood that they needed to travel across middle earth and defeet the head prep, Golum, who’d been gathering an army of preps and posers to take down the goffic haven of The Shire. As they ate their black pancakes and blackberries they agreeded with Gandalf and the four woud travel to go defeat Golum and his army.

They packed their favourite band shirts, some drugs and their mp3 player and left the shire with their satchels covered in gothic patches. The other hobbits made pentagons with the hands and flipped them off as they left the Shire.

@strange-aeons

[thefearwithin]

Mythoscember Day 3 -Hippalectryon

Do I know how I did all of these feathers back in the day (aka 2019)? No, I do not.

Were they 100x easier doing them digitally? Yea, should've seen that coming.

I don't know what 2019 Jade was on, but I want it back...

Anyways! Horse chicken! Or horse... rooster? Technically? Either way, a babey

[cataztrophi]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @noodyl-blasstal thanks!!

Tagging: @fandomsnstuff @duck-newton I think a lot of people have been tagged already but if you haven't pls consider this an invitation to answer these as well!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2 currently, but I plan on putting up my TAZNC work at which point I will have 15!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

4,680 right now, but that number will increase by a lot shortly since I think all my TAZNC works were between 1,000-4,000 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

TAZ, and I've got a few Owl House things in the works I hope to finish some day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Show Me Yours, then The Thing With Feathers

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I love receiving comments and I love being able to talk a bit about what I was thinking when I wrote things.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't usually write a lot of angst, but probably this unnamed ficlet because nothing really gets resolved at the end, although it is a fairly hopeful ending.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's hard to pick, I write mostly things that leave a lot of possibilities open, but I'd say probably my 10th entry for TAZNC this year (man I really gotta name these things) because I think the emotional journey makes the ending more satisfying.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! I've only gotten very kind words and I'm extremely grateful for all of them.

9. Do you write smut?

Yup. Nothing I'm quite finished with yet but I have several in the works and I hope to get some posted soon

10. Do you write crossovers?

They're not really my style, but I think they are fun to think about and play around with!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, and I'm small enough right now that I think it's unlikely.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I've heard of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I did once on a previous account, unfortunately I was very bad at finishing anything at that point in my life and I hadn't gotten on ADD meds, so we didn't finish it (my fault). I'd like to co-write something at some point, but I think I'd need to have more practice with writing/finishing longer stories before I felt confident about doing it again.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Taakitz babey! Top tier meet-weird plus some truly beautiful moments, and such a great dynamic to play around with

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm not sure I'd say "never," but there is one Taakitz fake dating fic that I would need to seriously rework in order to make it coherent. I hope to finish some version of it someday, but it certainly won't look like the current WIP.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Boy I wish I knew! Someone told me I have a "lyrical" writing style, so I'll take it! I do really like working with the flow of words. Also I wrote a lot of tender romantic scenes when I was a touch-starved closeted high schooler, and I was surprised by how easy those scenes feel to write in my current work.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a tendency to write too much lead-in and too much ending if I'm not careful, so I basically have to chop off the first and last bits of every fic. I am very bad at coming up with plots. I worry a lot about capturing characters' voices and can struggle with differentiating them. And as previously mentioned, I tend to start a lot of things and not finish them, although I think I'm improving in that regard!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm very wary about it for myself. I could just about manage French but for anything else I'd want someone fluent to look it over for me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Good Omens, back before the TV series came out! It was a pretty small fandom at that point, and I had to get my Aziraphale/Crowley angst out somewhere when I only knew like three people who'd read the book

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'm really proud of my TAZNC work, but I think I'm still proudest of The Thing With Feathers because I feel like I did exactly what I wanted with it and captured everything I was hoping to.

[420technoblazeit]

anyway. masterpost for my thoughts on my spn 8x12 rewatch bc i forgot to liveblog it. this is the one where their grandfather time travels to the future by accident. it's also the introduction of the men of letters and abaddon

funny that sam and dean are still confused about time travel given that theyve BOTH time traveled on more than one occasion at this point. dean's literally traveled into the future and the past. why the fuck are u so confused about this

i ENTIRELY forgot that a cupid ensured that john and mary would get together i love that there's continuity on this

DEAN'S DADDY ISSUES ARE BACK BABEY!!!! AND THIS TIME HE'S PROJECTING THEM ONTO HIS GRANDFATHER LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

the men of letters always going UGH hunters. theyre always shoot first ask questions later what violent morons is so funny bc like. to be fair. the average hunter IS really trigger happy and aggressive. we saw a really good example of that literally like 3 episodes ago. that's a completely fair assessment tbh. sam and dean are supposed to be good hunters and their first instinct was to push henry up against the wall and start yelling at him, hunters suck ass dude

it's such a shame that abaddon ended up being a kind of forgettable big bad bc i remember thinking that her original 50s aesthetic and memory stealing powers were really cool. idk they dropped the ball with her she couldve been really cool

abaddon's introduction here as a knight of hell is TECHNICALLY an expansion of the worldbuilding in terms of hell's hierarchy but i feel like it works here. theyre just below the princes but imbued with some kind of power by lucifer ig? it is a little questionable that they cant be killed by usual demon killing means though. azazel got killed by a fuckass gun and he outranked abaddon but ok i guess

random goth girl at the comic book store u will be missed. sorry ur 'the devil made me do it' shirt was so sick that abaddon killed u for it

i like that they didnt want to put cas in this episode so they were like yeah uhhhhhhhhhhhhh there's just one of his angel feathers in the impala somewhere henry steals it. can you imagine if this guy met cas his brain would fucking explode. can you imagine if they told him they met all the archangels??????? god that's so funny to think about

abaddon looks exactly like how i imagined war good omens when i originally read the book and i stand by that tbh

FIRST USE OF THE DEVIL'S TRAP BULLET LET'S GOOOO. this trick makes no fucking sense with the laws of physics but ykw i dont care it's so fun to me. shoot a demon with a really fucking tiny devil's trap and theyre just like. stuck to the floor. it's hilarious

rip henry u were like. actually wait he was still kind of a shitty dad tbh he was like yeah i was forced into being a men of letters by my father and i felt really burdened by the duty of hunting monsters im really excited to do the same to my son though :} like alright. ok i guess man

[thelivingmemegod]

What are your thoughts on the Rainbow Vision dolls? (There's like three different bands in it)

I don’t know why but Dollect separates Shadow high from Rainbow high completely but it does so the Rainbow Divas and Royal Three will be first, then Neon Shadow.

Royal Three: Tiara Song!

I don’t entirely love her base outfit. It’s again, the fault of RH’s super short torso’s but her bodysuit and skirt look awkward. Her cropped jacket is cute though. Lover her boots, mic, nails and tiara though, all fire.

Her second outfit is so fucking Kpop I love it.

That half blazer, turtleneck bodysuit and skirt combo feels like irl kpop girlies have worn it and it’s perfect. The only thing I’d change is, once again, make them short boots. Both because I’d like them better and because it’s more actuate to kpop girls shoes. They’re rarely ever performing strappy heels like this.

Her third outfit feels like a personal style one, so it’s pretty simple and nice, and the strappy heels work!

Royal Three: Tessa park!

Love her stage outfit. She looks a lot like K/DA Akali (both the Popstars and All Out eras)

I love her leather half pants (especially with the print down the side), long sock, sneakers and crop shirt, sunglasses and mic but the real show? RACING 👏 JACKET 👏 ITS SO COOL I also seriously love her sneakers they’re soooo good.

Her second outfit, I’d like much more if it didn’t have. The weird thing on it. I have no idea what that is. But I love the pants with the underwear band showing and the short, sports bra like top. The strappy heels don’t look bad but I’d probably keep her sneakers on for that. Her third outfit is mostly the same, but the top is swapped for a plane tshirt and I like it!

Royal three: Minnie Choi

CUTE. GOD. My favorite stage outfit by far.

Her pearl top and jacket and zip pleated skirt are SO cute topped with those BOOTS I love it here. I especially love the paneling of the boots, kinda draws back up to the skirt. I also really, really love her heart mic.

Her second outfit I like…a bit less. Because it feels like the black and pearl accenting gets a little too busy for the doll scale. If it was full size I think it would be just fine.

Third out is why I think it’s that. Cuz pair that skirt with a normal tshirt and it’s just fine, the skirt is really cute actually.

I do have one question: If you’re gonna make molded socks AND shoes. Why not just make them boots then? My only gripe for her anyways let’s go!

Rainbow Divas: Meline Luxe!

God just. Look at her. Look at her she’s so-

*Scream*

EVEN HER SECOND OUTFIT LOOKS LIKE SHE’S ANSWERING THE DOOR TO THE POLICE AFTER KILLING HER RICH HUSBAND???

The brown eyes check, the golden curls, check, the EXTREME high low skirt and half shoulder top. With the chains and sequins and tule I just AH-

I crave and need a slip dress like the second outfit and those CHAIN STRAP HEELS I AM-

Rainbow Divas: Ayesha Sterling!

SAME VERSE SAME AS THE FIRST BABEY.

The extreme high low but in a different way from Meline and it also has floof all around the hems, that’s 1. What’s two is that dark skin, silver outfit and hair CONTRAST IM GONNA-

Second outfit, beautiful wonderful. I adore this sequin two piece and the FEATHER BOA AHHHH-

Rainbow Divas: Sabrina St. Cloud!

UNEVEN HEM MERMAID DRESS YESSS

Once again, the sequins and the top bit and the belt and the heels I just UGHHHa

Then mis ma’am in her skirt and top set with that cunty ass fur coat and. For once. I like the sparkly socks and shoes. I like it here. Plus the gold and pink accessories??? GIRL GN IM PASSING AWAY.

In summery:

Neon Shadow: Harley Limestone!

I love her stage outfit, this huge hoodie and shorts that almost touch her socks that are only a little longer than her knee high lace up shoes. I love her like greeen sleeves and the chunky Japanese characters on her hoodie. I love her barbed wire cat ears too.

(Fun fact I used to have converse that tall and I LOVED THEM. I grew out of them and I’d kill to have them again but they’re super expensive now)

Second outfit is fire. The printed top, white and green jacket and the almost…cargo color jeans with the cat heads on it? It’s very hot topic and I love that for her. Her steel toe high tops are amazing and I love all the studs.

Neon Shadow: Uma Vamhoose!

She looks good! The blues and purples work pretty well together, mostly with her hair. I like the sequin top and net one underneath. The spit pants are cool but I do wish the actual pattern was the same on both legs. Like that is…the same pattern. Heels are cool, I like the hat.

Second outfit is hella cute! Cute tshirt, cool trench coat with the leather-y sleeves and the rhinestones on them. Skirt is really cute, the purple and blue are really nice. Love the shoes.

Neon Shadow: Mara Pinkette!

Firstly, I think Mara’s skin wasn’t a great choice color wise. Because everything but her eyes washes her out really badly.

Love the like…Disney hat-but-cat hat she has on? Then the pink crimps are nice, her short sleeve jean jacket rocks and I love her t-shirt dress and the sock type-boots. Her outfit is great honestly it’s just her skintone.

Next up, I love this outfit! Dress is cute as hell, studded boots with pink soles and the jacket is super cute.

The band is distinctly very hot topic and I love that for them

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

Additional Notes:

(But wait!! There’s more >:3c)

Newborn / 1 month old babey

Helpless newborn bab

Mortality rate is very high, and as such, dames probably won’t allow visitors aside from the healer(s) and potentially the sire or other parent.

Throughout the first week, all kittens do is eat, sleep, and have their dame help them go to the bathroom.

During this time, newborn kittens are just developing motor skills and coordination. They are also learning how to regulate body temperature. At this time in their life, they count on their dame for warmth, nutrition, and protection.

Kittens are born with their eyes closed, though they will open eventually between 7 to 14 days. They can open sooner, even at 6 or 7 days, but it's usually closer to 10–14 days. All kittens are born with blue eyes; this won't change for a few weeks. Their vision will be blurry at first, so they shouldn’t be exposed to bright lights.

During the third week, kitten's ear canals will be open and they may get startled by loud sounds. Their sense of smell should be fully developed by now. Also, kittens have their digestive system developing so they may now start to go to the bathroom on their own. Teeth may also start to come in.

2 months

During the start of their 2nd moon, the kits start to show the first signs of independence. They can start the weaning process, though they’ll still drink from their dame.

During the fourth week, kittens will be starting to stand and walk. They will also be more interactive with their littermates. They can begin to walk around for a short amount each day, and will start to play with each other and small, soft toys like balls and feathers.

During the fifth week, kittens should begin to socialize with other members of their community, and can be officially introduced. They start to show signs of their own personalities, and can be awarded nicknames, alongside beginning to start picking up on words.

They can play confidently and are at a much lower risk of death at this age.

3rd to 5th month

By 6 weeks, kittens should be eating and drinking mostly on their own, but still sometimes drink from their dame. They should be running around and playing confidently.

Once they reach 4 moons, they’re essentially preteens.

Their personalities should now be at full force!

6th month

At or around this age, cats move to begin their training as apprentices.

They might start pursuing romantic interests, as they’re the cat equivalent to teenagers.

Mortality rates increase from what they had been from three to five moons as they are suddenly pushed into battle. Apprentices are more reckless and will make mistakes in battle; it’s unfortunate but only natural.

7th to 12th months

Most cats become adults at this point and are generally strong enough to take harder hits in battle. Mortality rate will go down once more.

1 full year! (1 to 6)

Full adults and fully realized warriors!

Many will have started families at this point and start to have their own litters to start the whole process over again!

Mortality rate is at its absolute lowest point within their lives.

Most cats will live to be at least four years old - the equivalent of their 30’s.

7 to 10 years

Should a cat live to this point, they start significantly slowing down.

Illness, old injuries, and even the weather will start to wear down on them much more prominently than in their youth.

It’s at this age that many begin to die out, primarily from injury or sicknesses.

11 to 15 years

Elderly, geriatric, whatever you’d like to call it.

It’s incredibly rare for a cat in the wild to surpass the age of fifteen, but then again… these cats aren’t your average run of the mill alleyway mouser.

Their mortality rate sinks back down to that of a newborn; it’s incredibly easy for them to keel over or otherwise get knocked out.

If y’all enjoy my work and want to see more, please consider buying me a Kofi! It would help me out so much! ^^

Cat Age Guide

Not a direct match, as nothing really can be, but here’s my personal approximation for cat-human equivalent ages! ^^

The cats of the Fourtrees Fealty track age by months, or “moons”, as cats typically reach growth milestones at the height of each month.

0-1 months = newborn to 1 years old in human time

2 months = 2 human years

3 months = 4 human years

4 months = 6 human years

5 months = 8 human years

6 months = 10 human years; it’s around this time that a cat will begin to form a solid sense of identity for themself

7 months = 12 human years

12 months / 1 year = 16 to 17 human years; it’s around this time that a cat will earn their full names, and are viewed as an “adult” by their community’s standards

18 months / 1 year = 21 human years

24 months / 2 years = 24 human years; up until they turn 2 years old, a cat’s human-equivalent age is equal to that time. Once they turn 2, you add 4 years for every year afterwards!

36 moons / 3 years = 28 human years

48 moons / 4 years = 32 human years

60 moons / 5 years = 36 human years

72 moons / 6 years = 40 human years

84 moons / 7 years = 44 human years

96 moons / 8 years = 48 human years

108 moons / 9 years = 52 human years

120 moons / 10 years = 56 human years

132 moons / 11 years = 60 human years; it’s around this time that a cat is considered “old”, or at least somewhat geriatric. They typically debate retirement around this age

144 moons / 12 years = 64 human years

156 moons / 13 years = 68 human years

168 moons / 14 years = 72 human years

180 moons / 15 years = 76 human years

192 moons / 16 years = 80 human years

195 moons / 17 years = 84 human years

216 moons / 18 years = 88 human years

228 moons / 19 years = 92 human years

240 moons / 20 years = 96 human years

This is just an extended chart for ease of convenience ^^’