#also saw a grey fox

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

Metal Bee 💖 Fanged Flower

[widevibratobitch]

just saw two foxes(!) skylarking outside in the snow. life is good. life is beautiful.

[frumdyke]

ugliest fucking foxes always showing up in my garden. like they just lost the lottery on fur patterns the poor guys.

[strawberrykidneystone]

benchwarmer

sevika x gender neutral reader

summary: you weren’t one to get your hands dirty unless you had to, hence why you were mainly on the sidelines with isha while jinx and sevika were taking care of smeech, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun

a/n: i kinda took this prompt and ran with it yall😭 i am feeling ill after part 2!!!!!!! so here's some fluff teehee!

tags: canon-typical violence, teasing, fluff, THEY ARE FAMILY

ao3 version

ty for requesting @nymphux!!

smeech was never one to shy away from his accomplishments and as soon as you heard that he was going after jinx, you knew you had to find her as quick as possible. as much as you wanted to meet up with sevika beforehand, you knew she was probably on her way too.

well, you hoped she was at least.

jinx was capable, but smeech definitely wouldn’t go down without a fight. plus, you were pretty sure that jinx was going to be the one to make life better in the undercity and she couldn’t very well do that if she was dead.

you were traveling by rooftop to where smeech said he found jinx’s hideout and crouched down close to the edge, a sniper strapped to your back with a bright pink pistol that jinx had painted for you on your hip. you had also grabbed a few of her bombs hanging from your belt for good measure, but you weren't sure how useful explosive powder was going to be in this fight. damn this place was in the middle of nowhere, even for the undercity. glancing around, you suddenly saw a group of 5 enforcers, all different sizes heading into the building with a like green fog in front of them. was that…. the grey?

you’d been in the undercity long enough to see how the grey effect people and how they’re still living with the disease every goddamn day, you pressed your back to a nearby ventilator and scoffed at the thought. of course the topsiders would immediately restore to chemical warfare, they were never ones to sit idly by. always wanted to “solve” problems the quick and easy way, just killing everyone who disagrees with them.

great.

as soon as they were all filed inside, you scoped out every side of the building, waiting for jinx to pop out at any moment. she was sly and quick enough to get out of there, right? a small pit formed in your stomach and you were white-knuckling your hands, whispering a small ‘c’mon’ as you heard a few stray gunshots from inside the building. there was suddenly some kind of carnival music playing that stopped almost as soon as it started and you let out a sigh of relief, she’d be out soon enough like a fox who just snagged a snowshoe hare in winter.

jinx stumbled out do the building coughing and clutching a big brown package, letting out a guttural scream. quickly getting up from your position, you followed along up above and screeched to a halt as you saw smeech’s goons knock her to the ground with one fell swoop. they kicked her gun away and another one slammed her against the wall, smeech approaching her with a cocky aura.

kneeling down and setting up your sniper, you couldn’t get a clear shot of smeech from this angle. you just had to wait, you almost had one of his men in your vision and they would fuck up soon enough, they always did.

smeech started monologuing to jinx and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, god this shimmerhead was as dumb as they come. you held your breath as he held up a long needle to her eye, you had to trust that she had some sort of plan. she always did, even in situations like this. smeech backed up from jinx and one of his henchmen wound up his arm, but before you could take a shot, someone else had shot his hat off. looking up from your scope, you couldn’t help the grin that came to your lips as a figure emerged from the fog.

sevika.

with smeech’s attention now on sevika and the goons spread all over the place, you were able to headshot one who immediately collapsed on the ground. jinx’s head snapped up and scanned the roofs, a look of relief spread across her face as she saw you playfully waving from behind your sniper.

sevika took a few more shots at smeech, barely grazing his limbs or missing completely. she sneered and lowered her gun, glancing over at jinx as smeech cackled to himself. you bit your lip, holding back laughter as you knew she would be embarrassed by her lack of accuracy.

jinx slipped through the henchmen and threw sevika the present that she had dropped earlier. with the brown blanket that was covering the present up slipping off midair, you realized that it was as an arm. a new arm. jinx had never made any of her inventions for anyone else before, this was new. a good new. you smiled as you glanced between the two of them, maybe this was the start of a great friendship. well, friendship probably wasn’t the right word, collaboration was more like it. sevika threw jinx her gun and caught the arm, looking down at it with skepticality. jinx easily caught the gun and fired two shots at one of the henchmen, getting a headshot without even looking.

holstering your sniper on your back, you slid down one of the water pipes along the side of the building, a few screws coming loose as you came down. sevika threw off her poncho dramatically and hooked on her new arm. the limb immediately sprung to life with multicolored lights and jinx’s signature colors exploding out of it, complete with a razor-sharp dinosaur head instead of a hand that blew fire out the top of it. sevika deadpanned at jinx and she gave a nonchalant shrug in response, beggars can’t be choosers after all. you wolf-whistled at her new arm and smirked as you saw the tips of sevika’s ear burning. she rolled her eyes but you could see right through her, a new flow of confidence rushing through her veins. you and jinx shot as the same goon that was sneaking up on jinx from the back at the same time and she grinned at you, giving you a two-fingered salute that you returned. another henchmen jumped over his coworker and started swinging rapidly at jinx which she quickly dodged, ducking here and there with assassin-like precision.

suddenly, you felt a hand on your hip. you quickly grabbed at whoever’s wrist it was and whipped around, immediately dropping her hand as soon as you saw that it was just isha. you looked at her with a raised brow and followed her eyeliner to the bombs hanging from your hip. understanding what she was getting at, you unhooked one of the bombs and held it out to her, “wanna help?”

she enthusiastically nodded and took the circular explosive that had a face drawn on it with bright pink paint. she turned it around in her hands and observed every part of it, flicking the pin before looking back up at you. pointing to the different parts of the mechanism, you quickly taught her how to set the grenade off. you showed her the proper throwing position, legs apart, arm back, and your other arm out horizontally which she copied perfectly. you kneeled down and nodded to her, glancing back over at the fight. pointing right at the goon's head, you smirked at isha, “that’s your target.”

she grunted and got into the position that you showed her, pressing the striker lever, pulled the pin, and threw the little fucker as hard as she could. the grenade hit the back of his head and ricochetted almost directly up. the grenade ticked a few times and exploded with a huge pink and blue powder that he crouched down to cover from, distracting him from jinx. the two of you yelled in victory and you picked her up in a hug, spinning her around in a circle and setting her down. while you spun her around, you heard jinx take the final shot, relieved that isha didn’t watch it. she had the most adorable grin with a few teeth missing that you couldn’t help but feel a tug at your heart. you took off her hat and ruffled her hair, “not bad kid, not bad at all!”

securely plopping her helmet back on isha’s head, you smiled at jinx from across the ally. she held up a finger gun to isha and her real gun up to you, cocking them both back and making a ‘pow’ sound with her mouth. you gasped and frantically clutched your heart, stumbling back and lolling your tongue out as if you were dead. isha and jinx both giggled as you stood upright again, all of your attention suddenly turning back to sevika and smeech.

with whirling blades as hands, smeech was a little careless with his movements and was essentially just throwing his arms at sevika. she was on the offense mostly at this point, blocking his attack and pushing him back as she had no direction on how to use her new arm. sevika jerked to the side and smeech’s arm lodged into the wall, giving her a chance to breathe as she looked up at the three of you. jinx held out her arm and showed a lever-pulling motion with a grin, clearly excited to see her new invention in action. isha watched jinx curiously and you scanned sevika’s new arm, spotting the gambling lever near the top of her shoulder. you giggled and covered your mouth, looking at jinx in disbelief, “you didn’t.”

jinx raised her eyes brows in a challenge and nodded, “oh yes i did.”

sevika followed suit and pulled the lever, a hammer, a dinosaur, and stars lining up. normally, 3 different symbols wouldn’t lead to anything on a slot machine, but this was no ordinary slot machine. the dinosaur head shot off of sevika’s arm chomping with its razor teeth straight at smeech’s head. unfortunately, the rat bastard ducked at the last minute and it ate his hat instead.

you cupped your hands around your mouth and yelled, “good riddance! it was an ugly hat anyways!”

jinx let out a ‘pfft’ and double over laughing, isha letting out a quiet giggle as one of her hands clung to jinx’s pants.

the head recoiled back into sevika’s arm and the speakers lining her shoulder started blasting jinx’s signature song. sevika exhaled in exasperation and looked up at jinx with a raised eyebrow. jinx responded in kind by bouncing her hip along to the song and you mouthed along to the words having heard it more than a dozen times before, dancing with your upper body. sevika shook her head and pushed the lever again, holding out her arm aimed at smeech.

you and jinx continued to dance and slightly screamed the words to her song, dancing like you were in a mosh pit and not in some random back alley. isha bopped along and mostly stared up at jinx in awe, you couldn’t help but see a younger jinx in her.

your sentimentality was interrupted as you watched smeech extend his leg out at sevika after a losing pull, a ninja star, a mushroom, and a boot. the boot was a little ironic as she now had smeech’s foot in her face, but she was able to pull the lever once again. this time, she got a dinosaur, a boxing glove, and a star. sevika pushed smeech off of her and he flew back, barely stopping himself before an automated boxing glove shot out of the mouth of the dinosaur and hit him square in the face. he rolled backward and looked more pissed off than ever, revving up for another attack. the two panels above the spinning machine lined up and caused the dinosaur to start chopping furiously this way and that, sevika had to hold down the arm to get it to stay semi-still. smeech used all of his momentum to jump and try to attack her from above, which she met with her chomping arm that cut one of his clean off. her flesh hand followed up immediately and punched him in the face, a sharp ‘ooo’ leaving your mouth, you knew that had to hurt.

the mouth dropped his arm and smeech stumbled back, blubbering out, “okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! there’s a deal to be struck here.”

sevika scoffed and curled her upper lip in disdain, “you forget smeech? you already made your last offer.”

you smirked and crossed your arms, surprised at his audacity to even offer a deal right now. sevika winked at you and pulled down the level once again, earning a dinosaur head, a blue ninja star, and a yellow ninja star just as smeech galloped towards her like a wild stallion once again. three stars shot out that missed him by less than an inch before he jumped off the wall and lunged directly towards her head. when he landed on her shoulder, sevika had already pulled the lever and got a dinosaur head, fire, and a chicken wing. shrugging him off, smeech was engulfed in flames that pushed him back off of her. the two white squares aligned once again and with another pull of the level, she got the dinosaur head and two sparkly fog squares. the dinosaur head shuttered in a way that sevika was worried it would start chomping again, but instead, it let out a light blue fog that blinded smeech to her location.

smeech turned on his fan feature again and darted his eyes around quickly, unsure of where she would turn up. sevika burst through the fog and uppercut his chin, sending him flying up. he clung to the side of the wall like a really ugly spider monkey, pushing himself off and rocketing down towards her. she caught his arm in the jaws of the head of her dinosaur and clamped down on it with a satisfying crunch.

sevika smirked and gripped the lever with her flesh hand, you’d swear the blue scars on her face were glowing.

“tell me, who’s a funny looking rat now?”

“he is!” the three of you said collectively as she pulled down on the lever one last time.

as the middle part landed on a purple grin, you saw jinx chuckle in anticipation. when the left one landed on the grin, isha nodded and braced herself. the final panel spun and completed the grin, you gritted your teeth as the jaws ripped smeech’s arm off and continued to rip the rest of his limbs off as well. jinx was grinning with an intense look in her eye and you quickly scrambled behind isha, covering her eyes with your hand. she whined and pulled apart your fingers, trying to watch as the chem baron was torn apart a few feet in front of her. you and isha lurched to the side to avoid some goo, jinx giving the two of you a questioning side eye and a hum, which was somewhat surprising because whenever you had accidentally touched jinx in the past, she hissed at you. maybe this kid was good for her after all.

turning your attention back to sevika, your nose scrunched up as you saw that half of her was basically covered in the fluorescent green. her arm played a happy little tune and shot a few fireworks into the air.

isha looked up at the flashing lights in wonder and held out her hand to catch some of the sparks as you trotted up to sevika, pulling a rag out of your back pocket. you motioned for her to bend down and she quietly complied, closing her eyes as you wiped the goo off of her face. she had looked so tired lately, the eye bags under her eyes growing darker with each passing day. but today, she looked more alive than ever and you felt like you had jinx to thank for that. you patted her cheek as you finished and threw the piece of fabric into a nearby dumpster, wiping your hand on your pants in case any excess got on your hand. she opened her eyes and puckered her lips, leaning in for a kiss. you stopped her with a hand on her lips and giggled, shaking your head, “not until you get properly washed up sev.”

she huffed and stood back up to her full height, clearly holding in a pout. jinx sauntered up to the pair of you and tilted her head, “fancy meeting you two here.”

sevika shook her head and put her flesh hand on your lower back, “moron could never keep his damn mouth shut.”

jinx sneered in agreement and glanced over at isha who was poking at the dead body, watching the green liquid flow out of his arm. jinx looked at the two of you in slightly confusion, her eyes landing on sevika, “you could’ve just let me eat it…”

“haven’t we done you enough favors,” the two of you said in tandem, a small smile gracing your lips.

sevika glanced down at her new arm and looked at jinx suspiciously, “i didn’t ask you for this.”

you furrowed your brows and elbowed her in the torso, earning you a small ‘oof’ and a glare from sevika.

jinx crossed her arms and admired her work, “it was something i could fix.” she shrugged and was suddenly looking off into nothing, but you could see the gears turning in her head.

“you’ve got that look in your eye again, what are you planning?” sevika asked and moved her arm up and around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. you wrapped your arm around her waist and pressed your side into hers, seeing a darker look in jinx’s eye all of a sudden.

“to finish what’s left of my family,” she said somewhat ambiguously.

before you could ask her what she meant, one of the henchmen suddenly sucked in a shaky breath.

wait, he wasn’t a henchman.

sevika and jinx shared a look. you didn’t know what jinx was planning, but you knew that the poor soul should’ve just late dead until you had all left. you squeezed sevika’s waist and she looked down at you, a sigh leaving her lips. “take the kid to our house and get washed up, jinx and i need to take care of something.”

“be careful, both of you,” you said firmly, looking from sevika to jinx.

“yeah yeah yeah we will, just gotta send a little message to my sister.”

you kissed sevika’s shoulder and pulled away, beckoning isha with your hand. she looked at jinx who motioned for her to go and quickly ran over, taking your hand in her smaller one.

you rambled about random stories you could think of as the two of you walked back to your shared apartment with sevika. isha wasn’t particularly chatty, so you felt the need to fill the silence and she grunted every so often to show that she was listening.

opening the door, you stepped aside to let isha in first on her own time. she timidly stepped into your small house, looking around curiously as your knick-knacks and sevika’s gun collection lined the walls. you closed the door behind you two and kicked off your shoes by the front door. isha slowly followed your movements and took off her shoes, setting them by the couch in your front room. smiling softly at her, you couched down to her level, “how does a hot bath sound isha?” her eyes lit up in excitement, and nodded her head vigorously.

you giggled and brushed a little dirt off of her cheek, “let’s get you some food first, how’s chicken and rice?”

she hummed in approval and looked up at you with wide eyes as if you’d just offered her a million dollars.

“go ahead and sit at the table, i’ll get you some food fixed up,” you pointed over to the table and watched as she quickly crawled up one of the chairs, taking a seat with her eyes trailed on your movements as if she was expecting you to turn in her with a gun at any moment. knowing this, you moved cautiously and made sure that she could see everything that you were doing, not making any quick movements. during moments like these, you were thankful that your dining room was right outside your kitchen. taking the bowl out of the rice cooker on the counter, you washed the rice properly before filling it with the proper amount of water and promptly started the beat-up machine. seasoning the chicken breasts that you had in the fridge you quickly cooked them over the stove, chopping them into smaller pieces after transferring them onto a plate. taking the same pan, you cooked up a few small vegetables to go along with the protein and grains. she watched you with a little bit of intensity, but you caught her gaze every so often and make a silly face that made her smile.

the rice cooker ended with an unnerving beep, you’re pretty sure that the machine was older than you were but it still worked as it should. dishing up a bowl with rice, vegetables, and chopped-up chicken. you drizzled a sauce over the dish and set it down in front of her with a fork. serving up your own dish, you sat down next to her with a side glance. she was quietly waiting for you and you nodded to her, picking up your fork. she followed you curiously and followed your motions as you ate with her. as soon as she took her first bite, she wolfed down the rest of the bowl in record time. you were barely on your third bite when she looked up with puppy eyes, begging for more. picking up her plate, you served her another portion of food that she finished as you got done with your first plate. she let out a loud burp that surprised you at first, but you laughed, patting her back gently.

“c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” you said affectionately and led her to the bathroom. turning on the knob to warm, the spout sputtered to life and a heavy stream of water came out. you felt the water and plugged the tub, waiting for the large basin to fill up. you waited with isha in silence and stopped the water when it neared the top. you pointed out the different soaps to the little girl and she nodded along, taking off her hat and setting it on the counter.

“leave your clothes outside of the door and i’ll give them a quick wash. if you need any help, just yell- or uh knock on on of the walls, okay?” you smiled and opened the cabinets, leaving 2 towels on the counter for her. as you reached for the door, you suddenly felt isha hugging your thigh. you let out a ‘oh’ in surprise and put a hand on her back, softly cradling her into your body.

she hummed the pnemonics of ‘thank you’, pushing her face into your leg.

“you’re welcome. and don’t worry about those two, they’ll be back soon,” you reassured her and pet her hair back, feeling her nod against you.

leaving isha to her own devices, you went downstairs and prepped two more plates, covering them up to keep the food warm. you smiled to yourself as you heard isha splashing around, quietly going over to the bathroom and picking up up her clothes. you walked into the laundry room and gave them a deep scrub, honestly, you were worried that they would disintegrate in the soapy water. rinsing out the surprisingly bright clothes, you stuck them in the dryer on a delicate setting.

the clothes were dry in no time as you occupied yourself with reorganizing the cups in the cabinet... again. opening the dryer, you folded her clothes carefully and put them outside of the bathroom door, letting isha know with a small knock. you heard the front door open and close, followed by a muffled thud. peaking around the corner, you saw jinx’s braids hanging off the couch and the blanket that was draped over the edge of the couch was now pulled off. sevika let out an exhausted sigh, leaning back against the door with her eyes closed.

“dinner’s on the counter,” you called out and finished folding some stray clothes that were still in the laundry room. sevika hummed in response and trudged into the kitchen, grabbing a plate with a fork. she dropped off the food with the utensil on the coffee table in front of jinx with a grunt, receiving a small wave in acknowledgment.

taking off her arm and leaning it against the side of the door she slumped into a chair at the kitchen table after she grabbed her own plate on the way over. heading out of the laundry room, you saw isha padding across the floor and into the front room, most likely laying with jinx now. you smiled softly at the two, reminding you of jinx and vi when they were younger, before vander died of course. walking over to the table, you sat timidly in the chair next to sevika. you didn’t ask what she and jinx did, knowing it definitely had something to do with the one henchman who was still alive.

sevika finished her meal and set her fork down on her plate, licking her lips in satisfaction. she promptly picked up your hand and brought it up to her lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. you caressed her cheek with your other hand and brushed your thumb against the blue scars that almost looked purple in the dim light, your eyes darting back and forth between hers, looking for answers.

“jinx has a plan for vi and that little enforcer friend of hers, are you down?”

“always.”

a/n: it was so fun to write this scene for scene!!! i love this fight scene so much omfg... rereading this post act 2 def hurt el oh el!!!!!

taglist: @maneskinwh0re @archangeldyke-all

[menofprogress]

I think ppl do mel's character a huge disservice when they choose to ignore her more morally grey parts.

People react very defensively when someone calls mel 'manipulative' and that is very annoying bc these ppl act like everyone pointing out mel's manipulation or influencing is hating on her which is ridiculous??? Her slyness is one of my favourite things about her.

She IS kind. She isnt a bad person and i dont even think her personal gain is her main motivator, but power IS important to her. How could it not be when ambessa is her mother. "Mel haters are calling her manipulative!!" she is??? babe literally one of her first scenes is about her blatantly manipulating someone. And YES, she also manipulated jayce.

Its most apparent in the scene where she talks to jayce and viktor about potentially weaponising hextech, the difference between her attitude towards viktor and jayce is JARRING. She knows she cant influence viktor, so she simply just excludes him from the conversation and talks directly to jayce, putting on a much softer and more affable persona (Viktor even visibly reacts to that). That doesnt mean shes only using jayce or that she doesnt love him or that she HATES viktor, i dont think most of her manipulations are something she does consciously (we could get psychological about this being a learned tactic from growing up with a distant, demanding, narcissistic mother), which is why shes genuinely shocked when jayce blows up at her for "using him and viktor" in s2. I think she genuinely didnt see it that way and saw it as subtly guiding them (mostly jayce) towards success, but that doesnt mean she didnt sway him towards a path she picked out for him. (Which, lbr, he also very much let her do to him. Like hes not putting up a fight.)

That is a core part of her character and one of the most interesting, bc it tells us so much about her. Yall are always calling for more morally grey, complicated women, but when someone actually wants to talk about the complicated parts yall act like its an insult to the character. Like why would you want mel to be LESS interesting?? She IS a fox.

[cc-cobalt-1043]

Arctic Snow:

Arctic Fox Tails au where he gets his winter coat and his brothers are confused by his new look:

Winter was fast approaching green hills, it's residents had all noticed a bitter chill changing in the air, additionally ice had begun gathering on the pavements and paths meaning that the roads and paths would soon need to be gritted.

Snow had now began to fall and Sonic was especially eager because he could now show his new brothers the joys of playing in the snow. Plus they could all wrap themselves up in scarves hats and gloves Maddie had specially knitted for them.

"Sonic, look at my new winter things." Tails cheered his grey and white tails wagging in delight as he held them out.

Sonic took a look and saw a pair of silver grey and white mittens with light blue accents, his new scarf and hat (made specially to accommodate Tails' ears) were both the same colour.

"Looking good little bro, it goes with with your fur so well." Sonic said before suddenly ruffling Tails's bangs.

"Sonic, cmon stop." Tails giggled trying to swat Sonic's hand away and failing.

Sonic continued to ruffle his hair, the giggling only making him do it more.

When he did stop he was surprised to find a large clump of grey fluff come up in his hand and immediately panicked.

"OhmygodTailsI'msosorryIdidn'tmeanit..." He didn't mean it panicked at the thought of accidentally hurting his little brother.

"Sonic calm down, I'm just molting see." Tails said brushing his stomach and sonic noticed a few smaller bits of fluff fall off of Tails and onto the attic floor.

"Oh yeah, I think mom mentioned it, you're getting your winter coat." Sonic said.

Tails nodded.

"Yeah, though I'm probably gonna be leaving fur in a lot of places so sorry in advance." Tails said.

"Don't worry about it little bro, you can't help it, though we should probably warn mom and dad they're gonna be cleaning up more fur than just Ozzie's." Sonic said.

Over the next couple of days Tails' summer fur shed and his winter coat began to slowly come in.

Tom and Maddie took this in stride and everytime Tails got upset about his fur being in places they reassured him it wasn't his fault and it was just his body getting ready for the cold weather.

Sonic and Knuckles also helped out comforting their brother and in addition they made sure his bed was as cosy as it could be as it was a common fact that real foxes  tended to grow more malcohent and tired when shedding their fur and this fact seemed to apply to Tails too.

After about four days Sonic was in for a surprise.

He woke up that day and stretched rubbing his eyes and trying to wake up.

He climbed out of bed and went over to Tails' blue plane themed bed.

"Tails little bro, time to wake up, it's a brand new..." Sonic cut off when he saw something unusual with Tails.

The little fox was curled up in a ball on his bed, but his fur was different.

Instead of the grey and silver it had been the day before, it was snow a bright snow White, as a matter of fact the kit was now completely white like a giant snowball.

Just then Tails let out a squeaky yawn his sky blue eyes fluttering open and gazing at the cobalt blue hedgehog.

"Hmm, Sonic what is it?" Tails asked yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Tails, your fur." Sonic said surprised.

"What about it...oh right." Tails said as though suddenly realising something.

"What's going on bud?" Sonic asked confused.

"This, oh this is just my winter coat." Tails said.

"How come it's all white?" Sonic asked.

"To blend in with the snow, you know like earth arctic foxes." Tails said.

Just then Knuckles awoke.

"Good morning brothers, I hope you have rested well." The echnida said getting up and stretching.

"Knux, check this out." Sonic said indicating Tails' snow white fur.

"Fox, you look different." Knuckles said.

"It's my winter fur Knuckles, what do you think?" Tails asked.

"It is very well suited for this snowy weather fox, and a great camoflauge against any enemy that may attack." Knuckles said.

"Thanks Knuckles but I highly doubt that'll happen." Tails said.

"Maybe so but you never know...plus it is very soft." Knuckles said gently stroking the fur behind Tails' ears making the kit purr.

Sonic tried and indeed Tails' new coat was very soft, somehow even softer than earlier.

"He's right Tails, you look and feel like a fluffy cloud." Sonic said.

Tails giggled and blushed but his wagging tails betrayed the embarrassment he felt.

"Cmon let's go see what's for breakfast, I'm starving." Sonic said before racing out the attic.

Tails' felt his own stomach rumble loudly and giggled in embarrassment.

"It seems you are hungry too fox, come, let us dine on Mother's delicious breakfast feast before the hedgehog eats it all." Knuckles said lifting Tails onto his shoulder and carrying him out of the attic, the fox cheering in excitement.

Inspired by @0vergrowngraveyard's arctic fox Tails art

[stagefoureddiediaz]

I’m away from home without full internet access so I can’t go into a full spiral about this latest buck outfit, but I have thoughts and I have parallels pinging around in my brain like the cards used to do at the end of a game of solitaire on the computer 😂

So here is a very brief meta that I will come back to when I am able! @bewitchedbewilderedbisexual I hope this ties in nicely with my post on buck in navy for you 😎

I’m still super fascinated by the choice of loose fit for Buck, because this outfit is ill fitting as well -the trousers especially, and not in an ‘intentional loose fit’ way - the jeans are too long by about an inch (which is why we see the odd bunch in at the ankle) and they are too loose around the hip and thigh (the section below the waist band). The jacket also doesn’t fit quite right - it’s a little too long in the sleeve and across the shoulder. It’s all very reminiscent of the fit we saw on buck in season 1 and that is super interesting to me considering the number of parallels we have been seeing between Abby and Tommy. This idea that Buck is searching for something - a way to fit in his own skin - something Buck was closest to doing in 2b-the end of s3 - when his clothes fit him the best. We saw the shrinking come into play in s4 and continue through s5 and 6 and then we saw a brief period of well fitting clothes post 7x04 - when he has realised he’s bi - only for them to start to fit poorly again from 7x05 onwards - suggesting that Buck is once more not fully comfortable in his skin and that we’re getting a parallel of his journey through s1 rather than s5/6.

We have buck in a white tee - and we all know what that means - danger ahead for Buck!

We also have the new white trainers - so the scenes this outfit is for will be about Buck and his journey - his new journey as he has new trainers (the old ones were connected to his bi journey - now he’s figured that out, we’re onto the next journey!)

Then we have a navy blue jacket - Buck tends to wear navy in connection with his relationships, most notibly his romantic relationships, but by no means exclusively (he wears navy shorts in connection with key moments in his relationship with Eddie - the fox house dinner in 5x11 and when Chris leaves in 7x10 most notably). All the moments he’s wearing navy blue connect into the breakdown of those relationships - we saw him wearing it a lot with Taylor, especially in scenes where their relationship was in not great places - when nails were being added to the coffin as it were- but we also see him wear navy when his relationship with Eddie falters, and with his parents,even his relationship with Bobby is connected to navy blue (law suit anyone!)

Then there are the khaki trousers - we just don’t see Buck in khaki very often - it’s just not a colour he wears - especially not in trouser form - he is nearly always in black, navy or grey trousers. So this is significant - he wore khaki trousers twice in season 1 - both scenes very much connected with Abby and Buck and Abby’s relationship. The first is imo the most significant - in 1x05 - when he helps Abby look for her mom - the first time they meet in person and Buck essentially commits to trying to date her - to pursuing a ‘grown up’ longer term relationship. That a parental issue is central to this is and the outfit most closely resembles this new one is what I’m most fascinated by. It connects the concept of this new outfit having something related to a parental issue and the fact Buck has th website trainers on means it’s a parental relationship of his not someone else’s that’s the centre of it - the scenes will be about Buck not someone else.

The second scene in s1 is from episode 7 - it’s when Buck and Abby have sex for the first time, but he wears a black tee rather than a white one and this ties it in with the next time we see him in khaki trousers in 2x06 - when he, Chim and Eddie are helping Maddie move into her new appartment - the ‘he’s cute’ ‘you should meet his kid’ scene.

The scene from 2x06 is interesting because it lays the foundation work for Chim and Maddie’s future relationship, at the same time as paralleling Chim and Eddie and Maddie and Buck. Maddie is still technically in a relationship at this point as she is still married to Doug, yet the foundation stones of madney are being laid. In the same vein - Buck is still technically in a relationship with Abby (well he believes he is!) and we see further foundation stones being laid for Buck and Eddie’s relationship. That the show is fairly loudly doing this in parallel is telling!

The only other time we’ve seen buck not wearing blue black or grey trousers is in his coma dream when we had the tan corduroy trousers. And while I think we might have a slight connection there - in that they play into the idea of some kind of internal struggle for buck - I don’t think it’s necessarily relevant here!

I know that the parallel with this outfit of Eddie’s hs already been floated

And it’s totally relevant in my opinion. Eddie setting off for Texas and setting up dealing with/confronting his daddy issues - whilst Eddie has no intention of addressing his issues in Texas he does end up dealing with at least a portion of them - specifically the ones around his dad. We see the outcome of that in season 6 when we are shown the improving relationship between them.

This feels especially relevant after the date night daddy issues scene between Buck and Tommy last season - one that very much felt like a set up for season 8 and buck addressing his parental relationships - something I think may well have been explored in season 7 if Annalise had been available for season 7 - as we would very likely have had Eddie with his queer arc and buck exploring his issues around abandonment and death (more in this in a minute).

There are actually two other Buck costumes which I think are far far more relevant when it comes to the meaning of this new outfit - this one from a flashback in Buck Begins

And this one from outside looking in

Both are white tee/hoodie with a navy jacket! The first is essentially Buck ‘breaking up’ with his parents and the second essentially marks the end of his relationship with Taylor (even if it’s a very long and drawn out end!) - the moment that his unhappiness (even if he’s burying it and not actually able to recognise that he’s unhappy in it) with the reltionship becomes truly apparent to us the audience. (The fact that LAFD bomber along with a hoodie is also worn in the scene when he goes to see Tommy is also key - it parallels the two scenes - placing Tommy in a sort of parallel with Lucy - as a disruptor of the status quo (in not even going to get into the fact that Eddie is key in both of these scenes - that while Lucy is a disruptor of BuckTaylor, she is much more a disruptor of Buck and Eddie!))

Both of these play into an overarching theme with Buck - especially in light of this outfit we’ve also seen for this season

Because this one also matches with an outfit from Buck begins - the one where he is planning to leave with Maddie but she hides and he ends up leaving without her. (I don’t have access to my stills from that episode at the moment but I’ll add it in later on when I do!) the greyish khaki parallelspeaks of Bucks issues around abandonment - the feeling of being abandoned by both his parents and Maddie (remember this is Bucks feelings in that moment - he is a flawed narrator and didn’t have all the facts- it is not the reality that Maddie abandoned him - she was protecting him and herself so we are not hiding her in any way) and him setting out on his adventure that ends up in L.A. and at the 118.

So this new outfit is very likely going to play into that concept - and the two new outfits taken together suggests to me that we are very likely going to see that aspect of Bucks journey explored this season - it’s an aspect of his character that lead to him clinging to first Abby and then Taylor - it’s no mistake that Taylor’s return to the show comes so soon after we see Buck begins - Bucks abandonment issues have been brought back into the spotlight and are raw when she reappears and becomes his girlfriend.

So I’m expecting to be seeing Buck doing a fair chunk of figuring himself out and dealing with his issues around abandonment in this season and in whatever both of these scenes end up looking like/ being about. This will very likely tie into his romantic relationship as much as his parental/familial ones and while I don’t think either outfit marks a BuckTommy break up, I very much expect them to play into that relationship failing - like the ones we saw leading to the ultimate destruction and end of Bucks relationship with Taylor (the dinner at the diaz house scene and then the Buck Lucy kiss scene) specifically.

I’m excited to see how this all plays out!

[rizzyu]

hey there! could i request luxiem reacting to their s/o cosplaying as them or one of their alter egos? :) thanks!♡♡

When You Cosplay As Them

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint hard enough

Warning: Uhhhh slight cursing in Mysta’s, mentions of exposed chests and smol waists, pet names

Summary: If you’re braindead and didn’t understand the title, this is how the Luxiem members react to you cosplaying as them stoopid :)

A/N: thx for the requeeeeeeeeeeeeeest I wanna cosplay as shuey shu :3

Vox Akuma

As you step out of the changing room, Vox’s eyes widened at the sight of you in the white suit and red shirt identical to his own. And just like his, your black and red hair was sprayed over your shoulders. You looked away from him, blushing, as you were worried about what his reaction would be. “Darling, don’t be shy, look at me.” Your beloved demon walked over and lifted your chin, making you face him. Your red eyeliners and golden lenses were displayed clearly for him to see. “Holy Riku Tazumi, you look so hot.” You felt your face heat up at his comments. Vox chuckled at your reaction and leaned in to peck you on your lips. “See? No need to be shy, you look stunning. I’ll have to take a photo later.”

Mysta Rias

“HOLY SHIT-” Mysta’s lips were left agape, and his eyes got so wide when you walked into you and his shared bedroom wearing a cosplay of him. You were dressed in the orange patterned shirt, white pants, and the fox beret similar to his. You had one hand on your waist, the other lowering your orange sunglasses, showing him your turquoise lenses while slightly sticking your tongue out. Your cleavage was also slightly revealed by the orange shirt. Mysta was ready to just cross his arms over his chest and pass out right there. Why do you look so beautiful?? “So, what do you think?” Your question snapped Mysta out of his thoughts. Mysta lifted your taupe coloured hair to peck your forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”

Luca Kaneshiro

What’s a cleavage? Your entire chest was exposed at this point. Luca’s face immediately heated up at the sight of you in the similar looking white striped suit, dark grey shirt, and fur coat. To be honest, both of you were way too flustered right now. Luca had never seen you wear such exposed clothes, and you never had worn any. “So uhhh… do you like it..?” Luca tried to keep his composure and lifted two thumbs up. “You look so poggers babe.” You chuckled “And you were so adorable just now” You walked over to him to squish his cheeks, causing him to become a blushing mess (not that he wasn’t already). “My cute golden retriever boy” Oh man what did you do to him?

Ike Eveland

Ike leaned forward on his seat when you came out all cute looking in his cosplay. He felt like in heaven when he saw you in heels, fishnet gloves and the golden rimmed glasses. You even held a book and a quill pen by your side as props. You tucked away some of your grey-to-blue coloured hair while slightly blushing. “Heheh, your cosplay was kinda hard to put on. At least it looks good.” Dammit, how could you speak in such a sugar-coated voice while cosplaying as him? You were going to make Ike ascend. Ike walked over to you, and like the gentleman that he is, he took your hand and tenderly placed a peck on the knuckles while keeping eye contact with your golden lenses. “You look way more than good.”

Shu Yamino

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” And that was the hardest Shu had ever eyy-ed before, just from looking at you in his sorcerer cosplay. As soon as you showed Shu your cosplay, it was visible that Shu was looking at your small waist bound in the black corset. “Shuey, it’s not nice to stare~” You chuckled as you managed to snap your banana boi back to reality. “O-oh! S-sorry…” Shu could only sheepishly look away blushing upon getting caught staring at your waist. You pulled him closer by the arm, close enough for you to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry pretty boy, I often stare at your snatched waist too.” Well if that did not bring the true flustered Shu out. Broski was standing there stuttering and everything. He’s too cute you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “H-hey! Not funny! You’ll be paying back later when I get to hold your snatched waist all to myself!”

[paperyowl]

Rockon + Buck, E-rated

Apparently, I wasn't done with this yet. Here is the first part of this. I'd like to add that this might be OOC at times and was really fighting me this time xD

@chococara25 I solved the problem - i simply need to write quickly xD

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"Oh," Buck said when 'Tommy' turned to him. "You're not Tommy."

The man's eyes flickered, and it only took a moment for them to blend into something understanding. Huh. That was odd. In any case, Buck was still kind of caught in the half-rage that he'd worked himself into over the last half hour.

He had no right, of course; Tommy and him were not together anymore. But he still didn't understand - and it all felt so very wrong, and he knew that Tommy loved him too. Buck knew. Not that seemed to matter anymore.

So Buck could have continued to bake or finally curl up and cry a little about it all - but he'd decided in a mad rush to go out tonight and maybe pick someone up. But Buck hadn't even tried to flirt with anyone.

Instead, he had spotted a couple in a corner of the bar and couldn't believe his eyes. One of them was all lean and muscle-packed, the grey of his hair only adding to how hot he was. The other one was familiar. Tommy. Buck hadn't quite been able to believe that Tommy really moved on that quickly.

But apparently, he had. There were a lot of telling touches, moments when they leaned close - little smiles. They were clearly... familiar. Which they had every right to be, especially since Evan now realized that it very much wasn't Tommy who he'd been watching like a creep.

"You must be Evan?" Not-Tommy said, getting up from his chair. Buck did a double-take.

"H-how...?"

"He's my cousin. Tommy Kinard. We're cousins," Not-Tommy said, looking a bit pained. "I'm Rocker."

Evan's eyes went from him back to the silver fox, who seemed mostly confused at the interaction. It was altogether a rather odd situation.

"I'm so sorry," Buck said right as the older man drew a breath to speak.

"Don't be. I'm Deacon."

It had been awkward for at least another ten minutes, but Rocker and Deacon had insisted Buck stay for at least one beer. That was two rounds of drinks ago - and they were still talking. Apparently, this wasn't the first time someone had mistook Rocker for Tommy ("I wonder if this ever happens to him.") and Deacon was Rocker's boyfriend.

They were pretty new, or at least that was the implication - but Buck saw how comfortable they were with each other, how easily they moved in each other's spaces. He wondered about that. But they were kind enough to skirt the topic of Tommy after that initial explanation so Buck wouldn't ask.

"So, Buck," Deacon began after Buck explained the particulars of his name, probably too honestly hinting at what Tommy had called out so quickly as 'daddy issues'. Maybe he was the issue regarding the whole 'not talking about Tommy' here. "I've never seen you here before."

"Hey," Rocker said, bringing another round of drinks to their table. "No flirting with my cousin's ex."

Deacon gave Buck a look that said, 'Can you believe him?' and then proceeded to hook his fingers into Rocker's belt loops to give a sharp tug. Rocker almost stumbled against Deacon's side, righting himself at the last moment and promptly swatting his boyfriend's shoulder at whatever Deacon had whispered to him.

"How did you know who I was?" Buck asked Rocker, mostly to distract himself from how good they looked together. Rocker took a beat to respond, almost as if he was considering what exactly to tell Buck.

"He wouldn't really shut up about you," Rocker complained, but he sounded fond. "Showed me this pic of you in an apron."

Buck knew instantly which photo Rocker was talking about. He'd cooked for Tommy that night, and after, they'd ended up on the couch, kissing for what felt like hours. Buck also remembered the way that Tommy looked at him. He had to swallow hard at that particular emotion.

"He never mentioned you," Buck admitted, and Rocker grimaced.

"Yeah," he seemed sheepish. "For what it's worth, he mentioned introducing us. But then we had a bit of a fight a while ago."

Rocker made a vague hand motion and then shrugged like, 'What can you do?'. Beside him, Deacon seemed to cue in on something. Buck wasn't going to ask for more details. Besides, it was fun talking to the two of them, and they easily moved on to other topics.

Somehow, Buck ended up going home with them. He was certainly not that drunk -

"You're a cuddly one, aren't you?" Deacon asked when he sat on Buck's free side on the couch. Buck's head had titled, and at some point, he'd started resting on Rocker's shoulder-

"Oh!" Buck flinched into a more upright position. "I'm so-"

"You're fine," Rocker said, wrapping an arm around him, effectively drawing him back in. "It seems like you might need a hug. Or two."

Buck ducked his head. Yeah. He could really need a few hugs. Or even a little more. He hadn't really been with anyone since- and these days, his friends were so busy with their own issues that he didn't want to be a bother. But maybe, with them, Buck could pick someone up after all. Or be picked up, maybe?

"Ehm. So," he started. "How do you two feel about threesomes?"

There was a moment of silence. Great. Of course, Buck would go for way too much bluntness.

"Buck," Rocker said sternly - but even like this, even if he'd used 'Evan', he didn't sound all that much like Tommy. There were differences all around, and it was so easy to focus on those over the similarities - especially after talking to them the whole night.

"It's not-" Buck gestured around, only making Rocker's eyebrows raise further. "- that weird. You can just tell me 'no' if you're not into it, but I'm very much single and willing-"

"To fuck your ex's cousin?" Deacon asked.

"And his very hot silver fox boyfriend", Buck added. "If they're into it."

Deacon looked at Rocker. "I know you think he's hot, don't say 'no' because of me."

Rocker gave a fake dramatic gasp. "David. I would have never thought-"

"Oh shut up, Donovan," Deacon said, far too fond for it to pack any bite. Then he looked back at Buck. "Thank you for that earlier compliment, and just for reference, I think you're hot, too."

Which was how they all ended up even closer on the couch. Buck learned a lot more things about the couple than he had at the bar. For one, Buck knew now Deacon kissed with a kind of control that made Buck feel a little weak in the knees. Or that Rocker had a way of smiling into the kisses he shared - especially if he kissed Deacon.

"Where are we going with here then?" Rocker asked a while later. He sounded as breathless as Buck felt - and eyes dark as he watched Deacon soothe his hands along Buck's flank.

It was the easiest thing to let himself be kissed again. Buck didn't even try to redirect Deacon's lips, even when Rocker huffed a little in impatience. Deacon chuckled at that, and after raising an eyebrow at Rocker, he leaned in to whisper into Buck's ear.

"I'll tell you a secret about him," Deacon said in a stage whisper, probably looking right at Rocker. "He likes to be told what to do."

Buck shivered and looked over to see Rocker biting his lip. It was a very staged move, but it worked all the same. Or perhaps that was the way Buck could trail his eyes down those abs and watch Rocker shimmy out of his pants.

"How about you? Do you like to follow commands?"

Deacon smirked at Buck's question. "Not as much as Don does, but I enjoy it well enough. Why, is there something you'd like me to do?"

There was. There was very much something, but Buck hesitated a moment too long because Rocker was suddenly a lot closer and said: "You can change your mind."

It was sweet. Buck was starting to understand that Rocker was a lot gentler by nature than he liked to admit. To prove he very much still wanted this, Buck was the first one to be completely undressed between the three of them - and he wasn't ashamed to admit that he might have bullied the other two to join him. (Because fuck, they were both hot, alright?)

"Can I watch you?" Buck asked after Rocker attached himself rather firmly to Buck's nipples, figuring out far too fast how sensitive they were. "At least for a bit?"

Deacon moved in from Buck's other side to cup the side of his face. He waited a beat until he had Buck's attention. "Don't want you to feel left out."

Buck shook his head and smiled. "Here's a secret about me: I kind of-I like to watch." I like to see intimacy. And I feel like you two have that. Buck didn't quite want to admit that out in the open, worried it was a little weird.  

They double-checked. Both of them. This only made Buck laugh more at them - and if he hadn't known from the start, he would have known that they would deliver. And they did: There was a bit of a conversation about what they wanted, and Rocker put on that expression that certainly would have worked on Buck, but it worked on Deacon.

In no time, Deacon had him on his hands and knees, showing him off to Buck with a wink - and was fingering Rocker open with precise movements that had him moan and gasp and grip tightly onto the sheets. Buck couldn't decide what to focus on more: The way Deacon kept touching Rocker everywhere he could reach with his free hand, how Rocker kept pressing back into him, or maybe the sweet little things that they whispered to each other.

For a beat, Buck was almost worried he'd give into another emotion entirely. Something much more morose than hunger. Deacon solved that problem for Buck:

"Let's put on a bit of a show for our guest, sweetheart."

He wrapped an arm around Rocker's middle and hoisted him up. Buck felt heat spike down his body like a liquid thing at the sound that Rocker made alone - but then there was the way Deacon spread his thighs between Rocker's legs, forcing them apart and making it quite obvious that he still had three things pumping up into him.

Rocker arched back against him, angling for a kiss that Deacon gladly shared with him. When they parted, Deacon leaned in to whisper something to Rocker - before both of them looked back at Buck.

"Hey Buck," Rocker said, breathless. "Want to fuck me?"

All the breath in his lungs seemed to leave Buck at once - whatever expression was on his face made Rocker laugh. Between Buck and Deacon, it was easy enough to manhandle Rocker, and Deacon finally ended up anchoring Rocker to his body with an arm around his shoulders, holding him firmly between his own legs.

Buck used his own fingers to tease Rocker a little more, pushing them inside and spreading them, but it was hard to resist when-

"Come on, come on," Rocker moaned. "Please fuck me?"

Buck could do that - he took the condom and lube that Deacon passed him and made quick work of suiting up before pressing inside with steady pressure. Between them, Rocker groaned, urging Buck into movement - and he arched back into Buck with breathless little gasps of pleasure.

Rocker gripped onto Deacon, grinning.

"Feels good," he slurred, and Buck loved hearing his voice like that; it was so hot the way he smiled into the pleasure right until his moans knocked the expression off his face when Buck fucked into him.

"Yeah," Rocker babbled. "Just like that. Oh. Yeah. I - Deac. You could. Fuck my mouth."

Buck's eyes found Deacon's - which were almost entirely dark, hungry expression on his face - and he saw something very close to adoration in his expression when Deacon looked down at Rocker in his arms.

"Next time. I enjoy watching how well Buck fucks you."

One of Deacon's hands was moving low, pressing into the arch of Rocker's spine, making him bow into the movement. It shocked a moan out of Rocker, and Deacon grinned up at Buck.

"Go on. He likes it hard."

Rocker breathed out something like "Oh fuck" and melted beautifully in their hold - Buck didn't even have to guess with how perfectly vocal Rocker was about his pleasure. It didn't take long at all to make him come, and Buck barely lasted another few thrusts into the tight heat of his body - Deacon dragged him into a deep kiss, only letting go, when Rocker reached up to paw at their faces, earing two kisses for himself.

He sounded a little slurred but also insistent when he looked from Buck to Deacon: "I think it's time for your turn, Deac."

[wadewnstonwilson]

deadpool & wolverine reimagine;

(part one: only you)

authors note: As much as I love Deadpool & Wolverine, I really wanted to do a full rewrite in my own style, and as my own chaotic version of Wade would allow. I also just really love having an excuse to write Wade as the little psychopath fourth wall breaker I know he really wants to be. I plan on posting these in parts, and as frequently as time allows! Each chapter will be based on a song from the movie.

word count: 2.2k

part two

The sky hung heavy with a quilt of grey clouds, their ominous presence casting a cold, muted light over the pristine blanket of snow that stretched out across the frozen landscape. Snowflakes drifted lazily to the ground, swirling and dancing on a whim of the biting winter breeze. Each flake added to the soft layer of white that coated the earth, muffling sound and creating an eerie stillness that blanketed the world.

The crunch of boots shattered the silence. Black and red, they pressed into the snow with a deliberate weight, leaving behind deep impressions that revealed the frozen earth below. Attached to the boots was a figure cloaked in shadow, but the glint of steel betrayed the weapons strapped to his back. Familiar swords caught the sparse winter light, their polished hilts gleaming with a promise of violence and irreverence.

The figure halted, the air around him thick with tension as he gazed at the scene before him. His breath puffed in clouds of condensation, but it was not the cold that caused the long pause. He was standing before a solitary gravesite, marked by a crude wooden crucifix tilted at a precise forty-five-degree angle to form an ‘X.’ Perched atop a rough, weathered rock was a mug that read, in comically bold lettering, "I LIKE ME." It was the kind of detail that would feel absurd in any other setting, but here, it felt almost reverent—albeit in a distinctly offbeat way.

Then, as if to shatter the somber atmosphere, the silence was broken—not by an external sound, but by a voice. Disembodied yet familiar, it cut through the still air with all the subtlety of a freight train.

“You know,” the voice began, rich with a snarky charm that dripped sarcasm and defiance, “for a long time, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be back.”

The figure turned his head slightly, as though acknowledging the unseen audience. It was clear now that he wasn’t just any figure—Deadpool. The mask, red and black, hid his face, but not his personality. That could never be contained.

“Disney bought Fox,” he continued, his tone incredulous and mockingly dramatic. “There was this whole boring rights issue, blahbity-blahbity-blah. Lawyers in suits arguing over which billionaire mouse gets to own my ass. Classic capitalism, right? But then—plot twist—they actually wanted me. Me! The one guy who shouldn’t even have his own movie, much less a franchise. Marvel’s so stupid.”

Deadpool turned to face the gravesite fully now, the backdrop of snow and winter trees framing him in stark contrast. He gestured wildly, the exaggerated movements making his point seem even more absurd.

“Look, we all saw the trailer. You clicked on this fanfic, so you know the title. You know what’s coming. And now I bet you’re sitting there, scrolling, thinking, ‘How are we gonna do this without dishonoring Logan’s memory?’ Well, I’ll tell you how.”

He took a deliberate step forward, snow crunching beneath his boots, and crouched down slightly, resting his hands on his knees like a coach about to deliver an important speech. The silence stretched, his body language dripping with theatrical tension.

“We’re not.”

The words hung in the air, delivered with a perfect blend of irreverence and solemnity. Deadpool rose to his full height, adjusting the swords on his back and tilting his head in mock seriousness.

“Logan’s memory? That dude literally got impaled saving a feral child. I’m doing him a favor by starring in this little novel. Call it a memorial. A written eulogy, if you will. But you’re here for the action, the laughs, the gratuitous swearing, and maybe—just maybe—a chance to see Wolverine’s claws again. No pressure, though.”

He reached out to brush some snow off the tilted wooden cross. His gloved fingers traced the shape of the 'X,' and for a moment, his voice softened.

“Miss you, buddy.”

And then, with a sharp inhale and a clap of his hands, the moment was over. Deadpool spun on his heel, muttering to himself as he walked away from the gravesite.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road,” he said to no one in particular, but loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ve got a franchise to save, a fourth wall to destroy, and—if the budget allows—Hugh Jackman’s phone number to steal.”

The muted stillness of the North Dakota wilderness was shattered by the dull thud of soil being violently displaced. Clumps of frozen dirt and tangled roots were flung skyward, raining back down like a gritty hailstorm around a freshly dug grave. The bleak landscape, painted in shades of grey and brown, was eerily quiet save for the relentless scraping of a shovel. Snow swirled in lazy spirals, its chill ignored by the lone figure waist-deep in a hole of his own making.

Deadpool’s voice rang out, clear and cutting through the cold air, breaking not only the quiet but also the fourth wall with practiced ease.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” he began, his tone conversational, like he was sharing gossip over coffee rather than defiling a grave in the middle of nowhere. “Wolverine? Yeah, not dead. Nope. Nada. Zilch. Sure, it looked like the perfect ending to his little melodrama—impaled, tragic, tears, the whole shebang. But c’mon, people! Regenerative healing factors don’t work like that.”

He paused his digging, leaning on the handle of his battered shovel, his masked head tilted in mock disbelief as if expecting someone to argue.

“Seriously, it’s science,” he added, gesturing vaguely with one gloved hand. “And you think I want to be out here in Butt-Fuck Nowhere, North Dakota, desecrating the grave of the one and only Wolverine? Hell no. I’ve got Netflix to binge and chimichangas to microwave. But—” He hefted his shovel again, jabbing it into the soil with a dramatic flourish. “—the fate of my entire world is at stake. So here I am, freezing my perfectly sculpted ass off, playing Bob the Builder with claws over here. He may not be living his best life, but he sure as hell ain’t dead.”

Deadpool drove the shovel deep into the ground with one final, forceful jab. The satisfying shunk sound of metal meeting resistance echoed from the depths of the hole. He froze, head snapping downward.

“Well, well, well, there you are,” he said, his voice dripping with faux reverence. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

He straightened for the first time since beginning his excavation, revealing his full, vibrant suit—sleek and unmistakably new. He twirled the shovel in one hand like a baton, its edges dented and worn despite his crisp appearance. Squatting down with the grace of a gymnast, he poked at the dirt below with the blade, testing the ground, confirming his discovery.

Then he disappeared again, vanishing waist-deep into the hole like a demented gopher. His movements became more frantic, hands now clawing at the dirt, sending fistfuls of soil and shredded roots flying in every direction. His breathing grew heavier, grunts of exertion mingling with muttered complaints and occasional curse words. He was nothing if not determined.

Suddenly, the frantic digging stopped. The silence was deafening, heavy with expectation. Deadpool shifted, his posture tense as he brushed away the last stubborn layer of earth, revealing—

“Son of a BITCH!” he roared, the words ricocheting through the empty expanse. His helmeted head shot up, his body rigid with disbelief. “AGHHH, MOTHER-FUCKER—MY WORLD IS FUCKED!”

The explosion of frustration was instantaneous. Deadpool erupted like a volcano, leaping out of the hole and launching into a full-blown tantrum. He swung his shovel like a baseball bat, smashing the wooden grave marker shaped like an ‘X’ into splinters. He stomped the pile of dirt he’d so carefully excavated, kicking clumps back into the hole. The shovel’s handle snapped across his thigh with a resounding crack, and he hurled the broken pieces into the grave. The metallic tip bounced back out, ricocheting off the edge of the hole and narrowly missing his head.

“WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE?!” he bellowed to the heavens, flailing his arms like a petulant child. Snowflakes stuck to his mask, melting into wet streaks that only added to the pathetic tableau.

The forest was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the crisp breeze. It was the same tree, the same ground where Logan had taken his last breath. But now, years later, the scene had been transformed into something entirely surreal, almost comically macabre. Against the base of the tree sat Deadpool, beside him, propped up as if casually lounging, was Logan—or at least, what was left of him.

Logan’s adamantium skeleton, legs folded elegantly at the knees, like Cary Grant casually awaiting dessert at a dinner party. The bones, polished and glinting faintly in the filtered sunlight, were held together by a few stubborn, rotting tendons that clung to the framework of what was once the Wolverine. If it weren’t for the grotesque remnants of decay, it might almost look like two old friends hanging out in the woods.

Deadpool shifted, adjusting his position as he spoke to his silent companion. His voice, uncharacteristically subdued, carried a strange mix of wistfulness.

“That was weird. I’m much calmer now,” he said, his head tilted slightly as if Logan’s skeleton could respond. “Look, I’m not a man of science—hell, I barely passed high school biology—but you seem incredibly... uh, how do I put this delicately? Passed away. Deader than disco. But hey, it’s still good to see ya.”

He sighed, leaning back against the tree. The skeleton remained in its poised, lifeless position, its empty eye sockets fixed on the horizon. Deadpool glanced sideways at it and then continued, his tone brightening with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

“I gotta be honest, Logan. I’ve always wanted to ride with you, y’know? You and me, a couple of anti-heroes tearing it up. Deadpool and Wolverine just fucking shit up—can you imagine the fun? The chaos? The residuals?”

He leaned in closer to the skeleton, his voice dropping conspiratorially. “Picture it, Log’: us, side by side, slicing and dicing our way through bad guys. A bloody ballet of carnage and quips. The fanboys would eat it up.” He paused, his expression thoughtful. “Although, if we’re being real, I’d probably be the one carrying the humor department. You’d just brood and growl a lot. Balance, right?”

Deadpool straightened up, suddenly adopting a terrible Australian accent as he toyed with the skeleton's jaw.

“G’day, mate. There’s nothing that’ll bring me back to life faster than a big bag of Marvel cash,” he said, imitating Hugh with exaggerated gestures. Then, dropping the accent, he continued with his usual snarky tone. “Me too, Hugh. But nooooo. No, no, no. You had to go and get all noble and die for real. What was it? ‘Saving the kids’? ‘Redeeming yourself’? Goddamn it, Logan. Now I’m stuck here talking to your literal skeleton when I could really use your help right now.”

As if the universe had been waiting for its cue, the air around them began to hum with an unnatural energy. A faint shimmer appeared in the space just beyond the tree, growing brighter and more defined with each passing second. Deadpool froze, his masked head swiveling toward the glowing anomaly.

“What the—?” he started, but the words were swallowed by the low whoosh of a time door materializing before them.

With a mechanical clank, the door slid open, spilling out an army of figures in coordinated precision. These were the Minutemen of the Time Variance Authority, but they weren’t the same as the slightly bumbling crew seen in Loki. These Minutemen were decked out in upgraded, fully armored suits, their helmets sleek and intimidating. Each held a timestick, the glowing ends buzzing ominously as they fanned out into an aggressive formation.

Deadpool’s head popped up over the hill like a curious gopher, his wide eyes taking in the scene. He immediately ducked back down, disappearing behind the knoll as he yelled in a panic, his voice echoing through the clearing.

“WAIT! I’m warning you! I’m not alone!”

The Minutemen paused, their time sticks held at the ready, clearly unamused by the declaration. Deadpool, meanwhile, was frantically whispering to himself behind the knoll.

“Okay, Wade. Think. Think. You’re charming, you’re resourceful, you’re practically immortal—oh shit, no, you’re totally screwed.” He peeked out again, only to quickly retreat when the Minutemen advanced a step.

Deadpool ducked back behind the knoll, pressing his back against the dirt as he gripped his katanas. “Okay, so I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered, glancing up at you. “You’re like, ‘Ooooh, what’s gonna happen next? Does Wade take down the TVA Minutemen with a dazzling display of blood, guts, and banter? Or does he screw it up spectacularly and make things worse?’”

He tilted his head thoughtfully, the faint sound of footsteps getting closer. “Here’s the thing, dear reader. Writing action scenes is hArD. Like, seriously, have you ever tried to make ‘and then he stabbed the guy’ sound exciting more than once? No? Thought so.”

A grin crept into his voice as he added, “So yeah, you’ll have to wait. Cliffhanger, baby! You hate me, I know, but trust me, you’ll hate me even more next time. Stay tuned!” With that, he slapped the side of his mask, winked dramatically, and disappeared below the ridge as the scene faded to black.

[laswells-ashtray]

Yo yo stalked all of your stuff and now I have nothing else to read so I’ve moved on to asking you stuff instead.

I’d like to hear what animal you’d associate with each of the COD guys and girls pls

Oh, this is gonna be a fun one.

Nikolai is a brown bear, I don't feel the need to explain this.

Because of the lovely art of a very talented @gomzdrawfr I keep thinking about Chipmunk Price so that's what he's getting.

Kate Laswell, my beloved woman of all time, is a Canadian Lynx. Specifically this fucking beautiful picture of a Canadian Lynx.

Ghost is a black-billed magpie because it just works aesthetically and I can also see him being a bird who's a lovable asshole.

Soap is a red deer, give one of them a mohawk and a blue-eyed star then it's just Soap.

Gaz is a Eurasian Eagle Owl, they're positively gorgeous birds but I don't doubt that if it came down to it then one could claw through me until they reach bone.

Graves is a sechurun fox, looks shifty but I'm endeared by it.

Farah is a California towhee. I can't explain it, but it fits and it's truly a lovely bird to look at.

Alex reminds me of a mountain weasel. Google it and you'll make it three pictures in before agreeing with me irritatedly.

Rudy is a Geoffroy's cat. Imagine that cat meets a wizard and asks to be made into a man wearing a grey hoodie, boom it's Rodolfo.

Alejandro is just a gecko because I saw a bunch of them once and they'd scare people with how quickly they moved before people realised what they were and everyone cooed over them like furless cats. Something to be said about Alejandro's ferocity as he wears his heart on his sleeve before realising it's a passion to protect his people.

And Adler, because I can. Kalahari wildcat.

[genshinarchives]

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇. 𝟔

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔 : 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : The Cataclysm came and went like a passing wind. As you gained the trust and respect of Sumeru’s people, you’ve also lost a piece of your heart.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Al-Haitham, Kaveh; hints of Cyno x reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, adventure, isekai

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Minor character death

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : N/A

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓

The sounds of war were all that you hear - the cries of the warriors, the clash of their weapons, and the explosions of Ka-dingirra's dingir cannons... With smoke rising to the sky like grey pillars, Sumeru had become a hell above the ground. You did everything you could to protect Rukkhadevata's and Deshret's people, and even spared some of Ka-dingirra's technologically advanced weapons for Sumeru's militia to use.

"Defeat the monsters! It's one more push before their front line crumbles!" Shamash barked out orders to the sukkals - the soldiers of Ka-dingirra - under his command. The Eleven Generals of Tiamat had all been stationed on the perimeter of Sumeru as the first line of defence; they were supposed to be the impregnable defence, yet the presence of the abyssal monsters in Sumeru told you of their fates. When Ereshkigal reappeared before you, kneeling with her head bowed, you knew that she was keeping her gaze low not out of reverence, but out of despair of what had befallen your precious generals.

"Raise your head," you said without looking at her trembling form, "and don't be afraid to tell me what happened. Relaying accurate information is vital in reducing the casualties as much as possible."

The grief of losing something was no longer foreign to you.

So why does your heart ache when you think about the lost lives of your generals?

With the combined efforts of Ka-dingirra's and Sumeru's militias, you were able to eliminate most of the monsters that were threatening the nation, pushing the front line back to where it began. As the sun disappeared below the horizon, the birds returned to their nests and the creatures of nocturne roused from their daytime slumber. However, the soldiers were given no moment of respite from the war that had blackened the sky while the civilians remained in their homes, shackled by fear.

After personally seeing to the wounded, Enki exited from the medical tent and roamed the camp in search for you. He scrutinised the area, hoping to see your familiar face - but all he saw were the haggard faces of the soldiers who had either been pushed to or were close to reaching their limits. He quickly stopped a passing soldier and questioned your whereabouts.

"I saw the King walking towards Avidya Forest," the soldier answered, pointing in the direction he saw you leave in, "When I asked her what she's planning to do there, she told me that she wants to check on the flora of the forest."

Enki's gaze saddened when he realised your purpose of being there. "I see... Thank you."

As you stood by a tree near Gandharva Ville, you quietly observed a small family of fennec fox hybrids, their large ears and bushy tails reminding you of a certain general who once served you with utmost devotion. The only difference between them is the colour of their fur; while his was light green and white, theirs is dark green and black.

"It seems that General Kingu was able to leave some descendants behind."

You turned your head just as Enki stepped forward to stand next to you, his gaze focused on the family you were observing.

"The colour of their fur is darker," he remarked with a slight smile, "They must have evolved to live in the forest."

"Yeah," was all you said.

Enki could tell that you weren't really paying attention to him or the hybrids; the faraway look in your eyes wordlessly told him where your mind was.

"Master, is something on your mind?"

His question finally drew you out of your thoughts, and you blinked at him, eyes wide. "Is it obvious that something is bothering me?"

"It's clear as day, at least to me."

You let out a muted sigh, your shoulders drooping.

"I don't know if I've been making the right choices," you admitted in a murmur, "It feels like there's always something blocking my path whenever I try to find a way to move forward. I'm always losing something whenever I make progress." You clenched your fists by your sides. "I've taken countless measures to reduce the casualties on our side as much as possible... and I've lost all but one of my generals. Only General Bašmu is alive."

"You can't make a change without sacrificing anything," Enki said with a frown, "Something has to be lost for something else to be gained. That is nature's law that has and will never change."

"I know," you whispered, gaze downcast. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you quickly blinked them away. "I know that, but still-" Enki's hand on your shoulder cut your sentence short.

"I trust you, and so does General Bašmu. That's why we've chosen to fight by your side," he softly began, "Although you need to make an effort, there's no need to bear the entire burden. Moreover, even if your choice is correct, there is the possibility that we, the entrusted, will fall. Even with utmost preparations, soldiers will die."

Even with utmost preparations, soldiers will die.

That statement has remained true in Teyvat and in the modern world. War is unpredicatable, and one can only prepare themselves for the worst. Before you can muster up a response, he pulled you into a tight hug. As his warmth seeped through your skin, you're suddenly reminded of home... and how you're starting to forget it. You subconsciously raised your arms but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to embrace him.

"Before you became a king, you were a normal human. Please never forget that," he said, smiling when he felt your hands clutch the back of his cloak.

❀

The battle continued. There seemed to be no end to the riftwolves, just like how there seemed to be no end to the darkness that has clouded the firmament above. The soldiers were beginning to lose morale, and you were beginning to lose the will to persevere. It's as if the light at the end of the tunnel was slowly fading and you were about to be consumed by darkness - but you knew that you had to remain standing. You're the beacon of hope, the pillar that shoulders the entire fate of this failed timeline.

As you stood on top of the sandy hill overlooking the Mausoleum of King Deshret, you drove the tip of your staff into the ground and leaned against it. The physical and mental exhaustion that have accumulated inside your body were beginning to show on your countenance, and you were on the verge of collapse. There wasn't a single moment in your life where you were pushed to your utmost limits, and you weren't sure if you could keep this up any longer.

"Where did I go wrong...? I made sure that everything went according to the correct history..." you muttered to yourself, your grip on your staff tightening.

Where? Just where did you make a mistake?

You then spotted a silver flicker from the corner of your eye and turned your head to find Enki standing next to you, visible patches of blood patterning his clothes. 

Your eyes widened. "Enki-"

"It's not my blood," he swiftly interjected, relieving you for a second, "Master, something is wrong. Everything went according to your predictions but-" As if on cue, tremors shook the ground. With beads of cold sweat rolling down your forehead, you slowly directed your gaze to the growing shadow that was blocking out the horizon in the distance, its wings spread wide to cover the sky. A deafening roar followed the beast's emergence and it echoed across the sands of Sumeru like the trumpet of judgement.

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. You dropped onto your knees, the gravity of the situation finally crushing the remaining hope you were desperately clinging to.

"A-A dragon-" you gasped out. It felt like your worst nightmare coming true, and it was. Enu had mentioned in his notes that a remnant of the old world - a dragon - may rise to completely derail this timeline from the correct course of history, thus destroying it. Before this battle even started, you had hoped that his prediction wouldn't come true; yet this timeline seemed determined to test your resilience.

As you stared at the dragon raging in the distance, corrupting the surface it was walking on and causing black mud to spew forth, one thought lingered in your mind:

Can I even defeat it?

"Master, please stand up," Enki gently said, grasping your arm with both hands, "Nothing is impossible. I promised you that I will remain by your side, did I not?" When you didn't answer him, he knelt down to your level. "You wanted power to protect those who are more precious to you than your own life. You wanted to become a king with such power, and I'm here to give you that power."

You finally responded, the mist in your head clearing slightly at his words. "But the dragons of this world are more powerful than you can imagine. I... We don't have the power to..." You trailed off when you suddenly remembered something.

You do have the power to defeat this dragon... at a cost.

Enki watched you curiously as you stood up, appearing resolute and unswerving. He trusted that you had a plan to defeat the dragon but when he recognised the spell you were going to cast, he knew that he had to stop you. Holding his palm out, he immediately nullified your spell with another spell of his, eliciting a look of confusion and surprise from you.

"You can't use that, master! Your body will evaporate from the intense heat!" he exclaimed, exasperated.

"But we can't just stop dead in our tracks! I don't know what happened but if we leave things like this, everything Rukkhadevata has protected up until now will be destroyed!" you yelled as you prepared yourself to cast the spell again, "As Teyvat's Second Chosen Star, it is my responsibility to correct this failed timeline!"

Although Enki knew that you were set on selflessly throwing your life away to protect a world that is not your own, he couldn't let you gamble your life again. It might be a selfish wish of his, but he truly wanted you to live and perhaps find happiness in this strange land.

He clenched his fists and turned his gaze to the approaching dragon.

He knew what he had to do.

"Before you became a king, you were a normal human," he said, interrupting your chant, "I won't let you forget that."

Before you could react, a blunt force struck the back of your neck abruptly. A gasp tumbled out of your mouth as you collapsed on the sand, and you slowly raised your head to see Enki standing in front of you, his white hair waving behind him like a banner. At a distance, it might look like a white flag was being flourished to signify your surrender - but the two of you knew that you were far from admitting defeat.

And Enki was willing to sacrifice everything he had to ensure defeat never reaches you.

"Even if you're merely a tool meant to carry out Celestia's bidding, simply do the things that you want to do," he uttered. Flashing you one last smile over his shoulder, he faced the approaching dragon and raised his spear to the sky. As a magic circle appeared beneath his feet, silver orbs rose from the sand and surrounded him in a slow waltz.

From that smile alone, you realised that he was going to make the ultimate sacrifice in your place.

"O admonishing melody... arise in the name of the Second Star."

"No! Enki, please stop!" you cried, your voice wavering with emotion. You weakly reached out for his figure as black spots dotted your vision. "I can't... I can't lose you too!"

Despite your desperate pleas, Enki didn't stop; he too was desperate to ensure that your life would continue to flow with time, no matter what lonely and painful future awaits you.

"The light of my conviction will pierce the heavens to strike you down. Resound, gather, transform into a spear that destroys all-"

You didn't realise it until this moment, but you didn't want to lose anymore; you didn't want to lose anymore precious people.

As your hand dropped down, a silver glow shrouded Enki's body and a gargantuan spear materialised above him.

"-Enki!"

The spear shot forward, leaving a bright trail in its wake. It soared through the air before piercing through the dragon like a bullet, leaving a gaping hole in its body.

And just like that, the beast was defeated. As its body slowly crumbled, so did your heart. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you watched Enki's body dissolve into a myriad of orbs that floated towards the sky above, where slivers of light began to peek through the ashen clouds.

You didn't care about the fame and glory you'll leave behind by fulfilling the duty you were burdened with.

Victory or defeat, in the end, it's no more than a point embedded in the flow of time.

You lost the only person who knew you inside out - who understood your thoughts better than anyone else.

Finally, your consciousness left you as your head landed on the sand dust of yesterday's woes.

❀

"Only 500 of our men survived."

Shamash was kneeling on the floor as you stood in front of your throne with your back facing him, one hand grasping the Sword of Marduk. The sages of Sumeru had returned the sword to your possession to express their acknowledgement of you as their god when you had returned to Sumeru victorious, and you weren't sure how to feel about it.

You brought victory back... but you've also lost something along the way.

Raising the sword to your eye-level, you simply said, "I see. Order our men to take a break for three days. Make sure that they rest properly and spend that time with their family."

"Yes, Your Highness," Shamash replied, rising to his feet. Once his foosteps faded behind you, you slowly turned around and lowered the sword to your side, the tip brushing against the floor.

The sunlight filtering into the throne room made the Cataclysm feel like a long dream which you've just woken up from. A flourishing new world was healing all of the past - but the same couldn't be said for you.

You took a step away from the throne, and another step. As you approached the light, one question echoed at the back of your mind:

Have you really strayed so far?

Pausing in your tracks, you turned to look at your throne. For a moment, you could see Enki smiling and bowing to you, but you knew that's merely a figment of your imagination.

A soft sigh slipped past your lips as you spun on your heel and walked away.

Even if you can no longer smile for yourself, you'll still smile for the happiness of others.

ㅤPart I: Age of Gods, End.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 ; 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : @flowwerpot / @hey-comrade-hold-stil / @genshin-idiot / @crunchy-princeles / @yandere-romanticaa / @tiffthescales / @5ugarcan3 / @hana-chie / @lunavixia / @depressed-bitchy-demon / @cynides / @mangobee / @a-piece-of-shell / @kazukazusbaby / @ella-janehaven / @catvyr / @sophisticatedleslie / @kiraisastay / @miralifox / @night-shadowblood-writes2 / @quintessentialdreaming / @chuusposts / @dulcetamore / @thenyxsky / @anxious-piece-of-bread / @undecidingfate / @sserafimez / @scaranaris-lil-niko / @nirvana5874 / @xcharlottemikaelsonx​ /

[clovenhoofedjester]

jellicle lineups; part 4/4

I FINALLY FINISHED THESE

grizabella | 🌃 🥀 🍂

i really wanted to mix revival and older replica for this one. the thigh-high boots, sparkly, tasseled dress, and generally the wig are all revival inspired, but the curly fur stays and the makeup is old because i really do like the very dramatic, gothic grizabella looks. her coat is also heavily 2019 inspired with the length and stripey purple fabric

i also was not sure how i wanted to do her hair other than it covering one eye (SHOUTOUT TO THE FANART I SAW WHICH HAD THAT. I CANNOT REMEMBER THE URL) esp the color so i did a gradient of light grey to dark brown, which i REALLY liked ! it also helped me decide that shed be chocolate smoke instead of a tabby

idk. ijust like her

i very much want to emphasize the "proud" and "indomitable" of her character in my portrayal of her; think betty buckley. i think shed be 61 in human years.

jennyanydots | ⏰ 🧶 👠

HER DESIGN... is very similar to her replica one because.... i really like it. very heavy emphasis in how her makeup is sometimes done with the HUGE lower lashes and squiggles. she also gets a cute little pink nose and blue eyeshadow

very 2019 inspired also. the hat, tasseled jumpsuit and bejeweled tap shoes stay ...... but i did want to give her the vest and collar from 2019. i just like that. shes also fat because yes

she remains sweet and nice yes. but i think warsaw was onto something when they made her Like That. shed be 56 in human years

jellylorum | 🎨 💐 👒

i ORIGINALLY drew her design a month and a half ago with the headcanon that shes gus' caretaker but bro. that jellylorum & asparagus jr. & gus family angst potential was too great. so i redid her as looking closer to gus. :3

idk why but i decided to go with a 1940s inspired formal look for her.... i quite like the hat and think it helps her to stand out, so i'm comfortable in that decision. her fur design is also mostly replica inspired. enjoy her neapolitan ice cream makeup too

she also gets a pink nose and her collar from the 2019 version. idk why the collars went so hard in that movie

i LOVE one of her 3 words being practical... yes, she is THE practical cat. i think shed be 59 in human years

bustopher jones | 🌹 🤍 🍛

VERY replica inspired.... with notes of other productions. opera populaire had full glasses bustopher which i liked. an older makeup look also had stripes which i also thought looked nice (and makes him look more related to mistoffelees) ! there are also multiple bustopher designs that have the moustache and beard 2 for 1 dealio..... and decided to incorporate that as well

he also gets the fishbone hanky crevat thing and a fishbone brooch. i almost made his rose white but i liked the contrast of the red. enough that i decided to give him lipstick too . and youd best believe that he has a giant fucking pipe that he smokes out of

i love the idea of him being the older generations' tugger in his time. i believe it. i think hed be like 55 in human years

skimbleshanks | 🚂 🎆 ⏳

I COULDNT RESIST BASING HIM OF THE MOVVIEEEEEE im not sorry that was peak skimble. the whistle and chains, the MATCHING conductor hat and pants, the moustache, the tap shoes..... truly, it was too good. my only regret was that i couldnt show the suspenders in this design because i wanted to keep the vest

i did keep the makeup/fur pattern very similar to his replica design though. idk. its just good. emphasis on the brown in his tail, the brown of his clothes, and the bell

anyone else get handsome gay silver fox vibes from him? anyway [being rushed out the door] i think hed be 56 in human years

asparagus jr. | 🧷 🎲 ⛲

lets go babey asparagus jr. inclusion ! i Really struggled with the clothes because i wanted to include the weird yarn poncho but didnt want to make him look hippyish (hippies are cool it just wasnt the vibe i was going for).... so it is reincarnated as this strange tassel-y scarf shawl thing. idk

he also gets a collar similar to jellylorum's because i like the idea of them living in the same house :^3. his makeup is also pretty different from how it appeared in the 98 version because i wasnt really feeling it. i like stripes. so stripes he shall get

hes also wearing a corset thing. idk what my propensity for designing men with a slightly feminine touch says about me (IM A FEMININE QUEER MAN)

not much notes on his personality other than i think he really looks up to his father (enough that he took on his more dignified name). hed be 57 in human years

gus | 📖 🌌 🔭

MUH OLD MAN... i love him. very much based on a bunch of different replica designs for him. he gets a beard and sideburns because i think i really do love the costumes w facial hair, and i think it just fits. he also gets glasses

he gets the coat and handkerchief (now a scarf) that typically hides the growltiger costume... which has a crisp formal outfit underneath. maybe he takes the coat off during his number to signify having moments of clarity and humor during his song

i do think in my interpretation hes well enough to joke around during his number and play the rumpus cat but like. damn you can tell this cat is old. hed be like 93 in human years

old deuteronomy | 🌕 🍮 ⭐

i have fully abandoned replica deut. say hello to haute couture resplendent transgender old deuteronomy. fit with a gigantic white coat, velvet dress, and gigantic fluffy hat. and yes, she did have 99 wives

she also gets the pendant that she was drawn with in the concept art for the 2d animated movie.... what was up w/ that....

ANYWAY YEAH UH. shes very different from the replica deut and other nonrep deuts mostly thanks to judi dench, with her saying that her version of deut was a transgender woman, and her complaining about not looking regal enough in the movie. here you go girly. the nose freckles/dots from some replica makeup get to stay though

she gets a lot of design notes from her children. the grey from munkustrap, macavitys white eyelashes, eye and mouth makeup, and tuggers cheek heart. shes also a light grey to kind of reflect her appearance in 2019

not much to add here other than i love her. i think she would be 88 in human years

AND THERE YOU GO. AHHHHHHH ITS DONE

[bonefall]

I'm thinking of writing a Grey Wing redemption/pissed off fic where Grey is the one who kills Clear Sky/Skystar (a la Scourge) after he threatens Thunder/Thunderstar and another of Grey's adopted kits.

But idk how Grey gets that pissed. Thoughts?

Idk anon I'm gonna be honest, that feels really unlike Gray Wing. I'd say to use Thunder for a plot like that, tbh, the character that canonically makes several loud and angry rejections of Clear Sky's violence.

I don't like Gray Wing but he's very well characterized, y'know? Even at his absolutely most pissed moment in-canon he can only taunt Clear Sky into killing him with his Star Line. He's verbal, not physical.

He's able to land a little hit on people here and there, but he usually requires an entire group to do damage (Tom the Wifebeater and One Eye). Overall he's really bad at fighting. Good hunter, bad fighter. Even before his asthma he was kinda pathetic; killed Fox with a lucky hit, tried to attack Clear Sky over Jagged Peak and got curbstomped

And like, on that "verbal" thing, he's incredibly nasty and catty when he's upset. Barking at Turtle Tail for having the wrong friend, smugly watching Bumble get dragged off, shouting at Thunder several times over various things, the... whatever the hell the Erins thought they were doing with Jagged Peak (i still maintain that gray was actually totally right to scream at him that One Time, fuck u jagged peak).

I feel pretty strongly that his anger is primarily vocal. He's more likely to start yelling than hitting. If it does come down to an actual death match, he's more likely to get turned into tomato paste lmaoooo

So if he ever DID kill Clear Sky, I'd suggest it be an accident or as a result of one of his plans. In addition to his lack of physical capacity, honestly? I think Gray Wing would buckle if he had to make that choice.

He'd have his claw on his throat and be unable to pull down. Might be able to start screaming, "YOU TOOK MY BROTHER FROM ME!" or make a really harsh speech, maybe even cast Vicious Mockery. But I don't think he could ever ACTUALLY do a Yellowfang, let alone a Scourge. Not even if he saw Clear personally kill someone he loves.

If he ever actually did get Clear Sky killed, he'd also, honestly, probably change immensely for the negative. OR AT LEAST needing a long time to recover and accept he had no choice. I can't imagine him being able to live with the "guilt" very well, it would weigh on him. The "gentleness" would melt away as he becomes overall quite miserable and snappish, like he usually is when he's not happy.

(Could be very interesting to give someone else the kill after Gray can't bring himself to do it. Like Thunder jumped in to save his life, but it causes their relationship to fall apart completely.)

Overall I'd treat the premise as more of a "tragedy" than a "catharsis." Not based in anger, but immense pain and frustration.

[neonthewrite]

How would Jacob and Bowman react to seeing a cat or another animal? (would bowman be scared?)

I'm not sure why I didn't get a notification for this one, but here we are.

I actually wrote a scene involving a cat in the planned sequel for Bowman of Wellwood, which has been on the back burner for a while after I had to rethink the outline a lot. So this is very old and unpolished writing from the way back days when I was still writing Bowman in first person, but I might as well share the snippet!

For context, in the sequel, Bowman and Rischa journeyed with Jacob to his home for an extended visit to see how humans live.

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Movement caught Jacob’s eye. He glanced toward the fence nearest the house and his face immediately paled. He surged forward at the same time as the shadowy shape did, determined to reach it before it reached the unaware sprites. They’ve never even seen one before! he thought in a panic, even as he saw Bowman whirl around where he stood to see what bore down on him.

The cat closed the distance before Jacob could, but he ran on anyway.

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I stopped talking to Rischa in mid sentence when I felt it. The rush of ice up my spine and the tingling in my fingertips that screamed at my instincts shifted my mind right into another mode. They were the instincts of one who knew in his core that he was hunted.

Wood sprites, pacifists as we are, drift near the bottom of the food chain. We are prey species, being so small and easily overpowered. Our wings and camouflage give us the best defense against something that might attempt to prey upon us. Hiding among the trees in Wellwood, we were safe from the wolves, foxes, and owls that also called the forest home.

It didn’t matter when we threw all our usual precautions away by standing on the ground. I should have realized my stupidity before I ever let my boots touch down in the soft earth near Jacob’s enormous dwelling.

I whirled around and shoved Rischa back with my wings at the same time, sending her stumbling further into the shadows under a tall plant with a bright yellow flower and a cup-shaped corona in the middle.

It wasn’t a moment too soon, because a predator had found us.

I stared with wide, bright green eyes at the beast, my entire body primed and filling rapidly with adrenaline. I had no blasted idea what this thing was. Sleek, dark grey fur covered its body, which was a little smaller than a fox’s, leaving it to stand a few times my height. It had triangular ears atop its head, and greenish yellow eyes bored into me as it stalked towards me with its belly slightly lowered.

I couldn’t even feel its light steps shaking in the ground at its graceful approach. Mostly, I just felt the assurance in that gaze that this thing, whatever it was, would rip me to pieces and gobble me down.

I flared my wings wide in the hopes that it would make me look too large to deal with. The animal paused for only a partial second before darting forward again, paws bigger than my torso pushing it forward silently. It opened its muzzle, revealing sharp fangs. Its slit-pupiled eyes squinted and its ears folded back and it hissed, giving it the sound and appearance of a snake.

It didn’t approve of my threat display. It definitely still wanted to eat me. That’s my luck.

[thefoundationproject]

omg OMG Hii I Love It! Keeli and Rex the Little Weirdos. Just The Headaches that must have set when they saw eachothers paperwork and then instantly started squabbling. Love Them So Much!

Also Neyo my love ! Jet my love! Bacara my love! Forwards getting caught in the CT HoloNovela-Drama yess. Their Men will be eating good with the Juicy Hot Gossip

(How many CT-culture rumors did Rex&Keeli start? They were left unattended amongst CCs once and went for it 1000% and honestly props to them)

Also looove Fox on the Hunt on behalf of his Beloved Ponds (seriously he helps you chase down your baby brother and The Defiler and you still don't realise anything's going on?? Ponds you wonderous man (And Fox the Softie and Oppurtunist being All In.... Oh How I Love Love ))

And duh it's Cascade, Wave is Commander Greys(?) (Though do they later gang up on any Water Themed Companys and file plagarism claims? Seems in character tbh...)

Rex and Keeli likely started a solid half of them, at least amongARCs. They were probably the first CTs most of those ARC CCs ever interacted with. They saw the opportunity and with absolutely zero words required went ... 😼

(Also thank youuuuu glad you liked it! Your comment made my writeysenses go ping 🤣🤣)