#because eventually they figure that it had to be Dream who got them their furs back

[rat-rosemary]

Mmmmmmmm Dnn au where Sapnap and George are both selkies and they haven't told Dream but he knows, and he doesn't blame them for not telling him, he gets it, and they always keep their furs hidden until one day someone breaks into their home and steals their furs, and while the two of them are freaking out because this is literally the worst case scenario ever and what are they going to even tell Dream, Dream goes after the guys and just kills them

Except Dream fucked up and now he's freaking out because he got fucking blood on their coats! He can't give the coats back with blood in them, that would be so rude and gross and what if the blood sticks to it after it dries????

So Sapnap and George suddenly feel a new pair of hands touch their coats, different from the ones that had grabbed and thrown it around and hidden. No, these hands tremble slightly as they touch their furs and they feel so familiar and then there's the feeling of water which... is very weird? What the fuck is happening to their coats??

But yeah, Dream washes the blood off and them puts the coats in the drier on a low setting with a bunch of towels (which is a very very weird feeling to Sapnap and George) and he leaves the coats on their beds without them seeing and now they kinda smell like the laundry cleaner Dream uses and it drives George and Sapnap insane (/pos)

[gabessquishytum]

yeah okay messmonte once again has me by the throat... i am having Thoughts about that post!! just imagine, hob dressing up as a werewolf because it's fun to teach his classes in costume for the day. he's got his fake ears, he's got his carefully torn clothing (showing quite a bit of his chest, because... well, he's sort of got his own pelt of fur already), and he's got a fake tail that he'd been planning on pinning to the seat of his ripped jeans.

dream, of course, has a better idea. to everyone who sees him, it certainly looks like the tail swishing along behind him is pinned to his jeans, because it's no effort at all for dream to make sure that's what everyone else sees. but when hob asked him for a hand getting the tail in place dream had instead bent him over the arm of the couch, tugged his pants down, and gotten to work getting a much more fun tail added to hob's costume.

the plug attached to the tail is... big. very heavy, and very big. hob's already whining by the time dream steps back to tear a new little hole in the seat of hob's jeans and proceeds to feed the tail through it and get hob's clothes all set in order. hob's sure the angle of the tail makes it perfectly clear where it's attached, but dream assures him that no one at all will realize. and with that, dream tells him to have a good day and be a good puppy, and he vanishes off back to the dreaming. leaving hob to figure out how to get himself to work when he's not sure he can walk and is even less sure he can sit.

he does make it to campus, eventually, though he doesn't have any time to hide out in his office and collect himself before his first class starts. but it goes alright, the plug isn't nearly as distracting once he isn't moving as much. and thankfully he'd thought to cage his cock before he left, because the plug shoves so perfectly against his prostate that hob's relieved to only feel the ache of his cock trying to get hard rather than the panic of trying to hide an erection while teaching.

what's much more of a problem is when he heads back to his department building for lunch and gets pulled into the casual little lunch party a few of the other profs are having. it's just hanging around eating lunch together, drinking punch, and eating candy, really. but his colleagues keep touching his tail. some of them pick it up to admire it and jostle the plug. some of them jokingly give it a little tug as they pass him. one wants to pull him aside for a private chat about an upcoming seminar -- and quite literally pulls him aside by the tail.

at the end of the day, hob's so desperate and weak-kneed that all he can do is collapse face-down on the couch in his office and call for dream. he can't make it back to his flat, not like this, not when his prostate is sensitized from the plug driving into it and his rim aches from holding it inside and his cock feels bruised from trying so long to get hard. he's been a good puppy, hasn't he? won't his master come and take care of him?

-🐈‍⬛

I'm feeling the petplay/puppy play tonight!!! Both me and others have noted that we would love to see more pet play with dreamling. Puppy Hob, kitty Dream? The possibilities are endless.

And of course I've got to link @messmonte and their amazing art which makes us all rabid 🐺🐺

I just love the idea of Hob being forced to go out to work and join in a party in his costume!!! His tail is so silky and beautiful everyone wants to touch and tease it, and he gets a lot of remarks about how red his face is and how he's all trembly and whimpery. His colleagues know that he's up for a little friendly flirting, and he even gets people running their fingers through his chest hair. He has to breathe through his nose and continually adjust the cage through his trousers, to stop his cock getting a serious chafing injury.

He has to describe all of this to Dream as he slumps over his desk and begs to be take home. Dream wants to know exactly who has touched him where; who played with his pretty tail, who teased him? Dream isn't mad - he's pleased, actually, he wants his pretty pet to get lots of attention. He just wants to tease Hob further by making him talk about it while his poor trapped cock throbs and aches.

He is (eventually) taken home straight to his own bed, where Dream bends him over and instructs him to slowly take out his tail. Dream wants to see his hole gaping from the weight of holding that fat, heavy plug all day. He wants to hear Hob whining for him like the good little puppy he is. Dream is going to take such good care of him: he'll put his cock in his puppy's hole and fill him up til he smells like cum and nothing else. Maybe afterwards Hob can warm Dream’s cock in his mouth while Dream plays with his cute little ears!

And if Hob is a very good dog who pleases his master all evening, he might even be allowed to cum before he goes to sleep <3

[yellowcry]

Shaking the weight

Luisa isn't sure how to spend her free day. Antonio has some ideas

@encantober-official prompt — Relaxation

Also BINGOO (aka I had finally remembered I supposed to make fics to fill rows)

If Luisa was honest, she didn't really know WHAT was she supposed to do. It was her day off. And she wasn't really used to the fact that she could have a whole DAY without any work to do. What were people doing on their days off work? Luisa bit her lip, thinking of anything. Back when they were having breaks from Casita during rebuilding, they were used as family bonding time. But today would be a for Luisa alone. She paced around the patio, trying to think of anything to do. Her parents had suggested Luisa to spend time on her hobby. But now there was a problem of thinking what kind of hobbies Luisa had. Well, aside from work. But she was pretty sure it didn't count as something she's supposed to do when the whole meaning of the day off is that she wouldn't work. 

Sooooo... How exactly was Luisa supposed to spend her newfoumd free time? Something she could only dream off before

Usually, she could at least go to Mirabel, the two grew close as they were before Luisa's work filled them apart. But Mirabel was in school. Being with Isabela meant a whole lot of physical activity. And Luisa was pretty sure she was supposed to avoid it.

Because wasn't it, like the whole point of getting a break.

As first, Luisa tried to just lie. But her limbs demanded to go somewhere. Not used to being left hanging.

And so Luisa went in the town. Ignoring some people attempting to get her to work it wasn't all that bad. Because, of course, a couple of townspeople still couldn't wrap the fact that Luisa wasn't their personal animal to carry the heavy things every day of the week. At least by now Luisa learned how to refuse them and care about her needs before the village.

The rush of a flashing speed almost made her fall, but somehow Luisa kept on her feet. She huffed, looking down at the tiny figure on a jaguar. For a bit concerned if it was safe for Antonío to go aroung all alone. Then she eventually remembered that people weren't likely to plan something against a boy who had a whole army of animals, ready to tear to pieces whoever harms their kid.

"Hello, Toñito." She smiled, crouching at his side. The tiny boy eyed her, waving his hand 'Hi'. Even if her cousin was getting more confident ever since he got his gift. He often tended to go non-verbal during the social communication. Especially if there were a lot of people or when he was near strangers. "Are you playing with your friends?" Nod as he gives his dark palm to Luisa. So small that she swears it's like a little kitten paw compared to hers. Antonío pulls her a bit, questioning to follow him. It's more symbolic than anything, because either realizes the youngest Madrigal didn't exactly has the strenght to make Luisa do anything. Physical at least.

Luisa shrugs, following her cousin. It's not like she has anything better to do. The question of what exactly relaxation meant. She grew up working without breaks so there was many question of how she had to spend this free time. Especially if she had so much of it. Way more than what she was used to. Not like it was a big surprise, before all the thing with their house collapsing, Luisa barely had time to drink water between her chores.

The fence blinked somewhere closer to her. With the gray fur eating fresh grass. Oh, the donkeys! Luisa had spent a lot of her time with these guys. Probably more than with her family. She cried to them about her problems and played with the animals by making them fly.

Luisa, now by the fence stretched her arm, patting the soft fur between her fingers.

"Hello, guys! How's life?" She pulled closer to the animals.

Antonío, finally finding the strength to speak, mumbled, happy. "They told me they like you!"

Luisa's eyes wettened, as this was so enlightening. She wiped the tears with her sweatbands. "OH, you're so sweet I love you too! Swear I'm just gonna take you all to myself!"

Maybe Luisa wasn't sure where to start with having her-time. But she was glad to have a time for her little braying friends. She really connected to the donkeys. (Which again was probably a product of being forced to carry them for a while)

[bubble-popping]

day 7? a whole week? look at me go :) more rivalsduo roleswap au, continuing from yesterday

"Techno?" "Hm?" "Can I braid your hair?" It took a moment before he shrugged and responded, "Sure, why not?"

They both shifted their positions so Dream faced his back--and though it was nonchalant, almost natural, Dream knew the immense amount of trust it took. The ender hybrid gently tugged his hair out of its high ponytail and marveled at the silky strands between his fingers.

"It's so soft..." he murmured, unaware it'd slipped out until Techno chuckled.

"Thanks, I do literally nothin' to it."

"Tch," Dream rolled his eyes, and was glad Techno couldn't see how he smiled like an idiot.

Doing hair came naturally to him. He kept a strict grooming routine--he had to with all the fur on his body. Many of his friends also had fur and long hair, or a plain inability to perform adequate hygiene rituals, so he got a lot of practice with hair. (Sapnap was a special case. He somehow had all three.) He liked to braid the most, and he excelled at it. Even the most complex styles he could probably execute with his eyes closed.

Dream finished the braid long before he wanted to. The familiar motions combined with the fine texture of Techno's hair, he wished it was longer just so he could braid more. So, he undid it halfway through, braided it again, then pulled it undone again.

"Ya ever read the Odyssey, Dream?"

The ender hybrid perked, only for his ears to fold back in confusion. "I've heard of it, never read it though. Why?"

"Well, there's this one part in the book. Penelope, the wife of Odysseus who's been gone for years and many thought was dead, was bein' pressured t' take on a new husband since she was queen. But she believed Odysseus was still alive, so she hatched a plan that she wouldn't remarry until she finished this burial shroud she was makin' for her dyin' father-in-law. It was like a quilt, basically. Except, there was a catch."

Though still very confused, Dream decided to humor him. "And what was that, Techno?"

"Every night, she'd undo all the progress she made durin' the day by unravelin' the shroud. Thus, it would never be finished, and she'd never have to remarry."

"But, that doesn't make any sense. It's for a funeral, right? So, there's a time limit on it. Besides, no way no one noticed."

"You're right. Eventually, her many suitors figured out her scheme and demanded she choose one of them. It was a clever, but temporary solution to a bigger problem."

Dream's fingers slowed to a stop. "Why are you telling me all this, Techno?"

"Because I know tryin' t' put problems on hold only gives 'em room to fester. What are ya hidin' from, Dream?"

Dream swallowed thickly, and let his hands once more fall into his lap. Techno turned to face him, but Dream's eye remained on the grassy floor.

"I can't go back, Tech. I can't face them," he mumbled, watching as his fingers twitched, itching for some kind of pressure.

"Ya made a mistake. Everyone does." Without warning, Techno slipped his hands in Dream's, allowing the enderian to squeeze them tightly. "They're yer best friends, right? They'll understand."

And as much of a comfort as it was, Dream couldn't help how he looked up, expression twisted with skepticism. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Because, I think you 'n me have a lot in common, Dream. There are certain things out of our control, and we're just tryna do the best that we can with what we've been given."

Somehow, Dream only had more questions after that. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Go back t' them. Get some rest. And a bath, ya smell terrible."

Dream scoffed, relaxing into a smile. "Yeah, I do, don't I?"

"Ya really do."

[original-character-championship]

Bracket B Round 1

Poll 32

Felix (@oopsie0503) vs. Luna (@goblinoid-wretch)

127. Felix (@oopsie0503)

He/They

They're my favorite traumatized transgender homosexual little creature. He is so tragic. He is such a kind little soul who wouldn't hurt a fly, he just wanted to be accepted for who he was! His family didn't accept him when he came out as trans and he was in a horrible place when the God of the Sun came along and told him he could give them a better life. Of course when a God, respected and worshipped, offers to give you the life you've dreamed of, you'd take it. Then a lot of really shitty stuff happens to him, I won't get into it here because some of it's really sensitive but you can find all his lore on @lux-loquitur plus some other characters from his lore. He's got two kids, and he loves them both unconditionally even if they are both in some way direct results of his trauma. He gets betrayed by his husband (Moon) who saved him from his abuser, (Sun) and he ends up trapped in a 'star room', or a depiction of his last movements which were so confusing and tragic in so many ways that they ruined his afterlife. He is stuck here for centuries, unable to interact with any of the objects in the room including pictures of his daughters, as well as himself and Moon. He can't figure out why he'd killed him, it's lost on him. Slowly he goes insane, his mind snapping, until he is summoned by Moon after the God finds a strange orb (which the universe itself may or may not have had some role in delivering). Felix, now the only Lux to ever visit the living realm from the afterlife, is more powerful than even the God of Creation, killing Sun, his abuser, and taking on the position of God of the Dead and the Stars.

Felix is a part of a species called the Lux, with dark skin, freckles, a long tail with a tuft of fur at the end, and long pointed ears. His eyes are a vibrant electric blue, matching with the glowing bits of his antenna. His hair is cut halfway down to his neck and is a dark brown. His usual attire consists of a crescent moon choker, a sleeveless crop top, and a pair of dark blue shorts and an arm band depicting hearts. After death he comes back as a spirit (and eventually becomes the god of death) and he is a slightly opaque, vibrant blue. His eyes are a dark cyan and parts of him which once gave off light are now dark. His death wound on his neck as well as his mouth and nose bleed for centuries. His arm band depicts broken hearts and he is able to have either a wispy, genie like body or legs as he pleases.

128. Luna (@goblinoid-wretch)

She/her

I have put her through enough goddamn trauma for both iterations of her life. She has suffered through capture by the faux-SCP Foundation of my universe, had like maybe five years worth of time with her brother before he got killed because she let her guard down for a second, spend maybe another year trying to come to terms with this (with the support of her girlfriend <3) before she was forced to kill her girlfriend (</3), then got like a week to start processing all of this before the end of the universe.

AND THEN THE UNIVERSE RESETS BECAUSE THE CORRUPTED GOD FRAGMENT (there are 3 creator fragments btw) ABSORBED ANOTHER ONE OF THE FRAGMENTS AND MADE A FLAWED AND NONSENSICAL REPLICA OF THE OLD UNIVERSE!!! So now Luna has to deal with inexplicably working for the Foundation after escaping as a D-Class equivalent years before while being haunted by a strange anomaly that she can never remember (her brother acting as a guardian angel). She gets a different girlfriend this time around, who is also helping her through her problems, but because it's the Foundation where everybody has to have something wrong somehow, the girlfriend is intrinsically linked to an exploitative demon that takes control occasionally, exploiting the weaknesses that Luna has shared to further damage her mental state. She also has to cope with their weird hollowness left over from the unresolved feelings pre-universe reset, so there's that.

She just desperately needs a win right now. She's got the anger of a poorly-adjusted teen trapped in the body of a 20-something year old, a theoretically biting wit that often fails her whenever she's trying to make any sort of clever remark, and a seeming curse of absolutely horrendous luck.

She has been my main failgirl-poor little meow meow-scringo for the better part of 4 years now after countless character developments (she started off as the child of two fnaf ocs when I had a brief intersection between interests in fnaf and scp and she just stuck around forever) and I just desperately want her to have some kind of award before I spring the third universe reset on her (sorry luna).

Being demonic in nature, she has dark grey skin, black eyes, and red pupils. Her hair is white, as is her brother's, and she dyes it with orange streaks. She has two horns that break through the hair which extend about three inches out from her forehead and curve. Each horn comes to a slightly curved T-shape split, where the arms of the T extend about an inch below and five inches above where the horn sprouts. Her blood is blue, a color which comes through when she blushes. She has acne scarring on her face across her cheeks and her nose, as well as down her back and on her shoulders. She also has several scars from various battles on various parts of her body. She has a fairly muscular build, though when she initially returns from the Foundation she is somewhat malnourished. She stands at approximately 5'7, a good 7 inches shorter than her brother (a fact that he teases her about regularly), and weighs about 164 pounds.

In the initial timeline, she always wears a black jacket with grey faux fur that her brother got her when she showed up st his doorstep immediately after escaping, which she continues to patch up and wear to this day. She tends to wear cargo pants (for more pockets), sneakers, and t-shirts of various designs, though while going off on missions under the guidance of the fragments she tends to don her old Foundation jumpsuit (inexplicably - she seems to have fond memories, or may be wearing it because of a promise.) Her hair is fairly unkempt,  and tends to fall over her left eye.

Post-reset, she wears her hair pulled back in a low ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. She uses makeup to hide the acne scarring on her face. What she wears changes depending on her mission, but most of the time while she's on the job she wears a black two piece suit with a white work shirt, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a black tie (the standard uniform for agents within the site where she works.) Her casual wear tends to be the same as pre-reset: t-shirt, cargo pants, sneakers. She also wears a black hoodie as opposed to the pre-reset back jacket, as her brother technically never existed post-reset. The hoodie still makes her feel remorse and nostalgia, though she can't quite place why.

[shapercreater]

So I've started playing Baldur's Fate 3, and now have some personal/OC head cannons I desperately need to share with someone, literally anyone.

So my player character is a Tiefling Warlock I named Discovery. She has alopecia, a beholder tattoo on her neck, and glowing heterochromia, and I love her. My main head cannon for her is that her patron isn't in fact one of the usual "Great Old Ones", but me, the player, who gives her the power to remember every time I save scum (because while I like the battle mechanics, I hate seeing my new little blorbos die on me)

Party members, in order of importance (from my character's POV):

1. Karlach - got her late, but she is amazingly hot on multiple levels, and completely ruined my predetermined plans of playing a thoroughly asexual character, Discovery has discovered she is greysexual

2. Shadowheart - I personally love her story and while I think the game believes I'm trying to get into her pants, I'm really just trying to enjoy watching her live her dreams. She and Discovery are best friends

3. Astarion - also thinks I'm trying to get into his pants. But no, he's a silly little rat man and a bit of a poopy butt (affectionate) and also Discovery's best friend. Headcannon for his is that he's closeted gay and trying to figure out if he's passing or not (he is not, but that's okay)

4. Laezel - very funny, but not a main party member unless we're dealing with other Gith stuff. Honestly, Discovery just likes listening to her complain sometimes and also sometimes wants to fight her just to see if she could win. They are strangely good friends, Ly'zel will deny this though

5. Gale - the man is smitten and I'm happy for him. He eats almost all my magic stuff, except for the things I actually give him to eat on his own time while I'm out adventuring. He's silly but I'm the main spellcaster of the adventuring party, so he stays at camp

6. Wyll - haven't interacted much outside of watching him argue with his patron. Glad he's here and didn't end up killing Karlach, but the adventuring party really only needs one warlock.

*(bonus additions, who really should be like... At the top of the list, even before Karlach)*: Scratch and the Owlbear cub - I took the Speak to Animals invocation early on, and now I have fur babies at camp! They have decided they are brothers, and Discovery is not ever going to tell them no. She is upset she had to kill the mama Owlbear for the cub to come to camp, but he seems not to mind, so she's slightly less guilty than previously.

I'll probably add more thoughts eventually, but this is all I got for right now

[alyjojo]

Past Life 🪡 Karmic Spread January 2024 - Gemini

Character Card: The Captain (past), The Musician (present)

Gender I’m Picking Up On (in the past life): Male past, Female present

Who You Were: The Devil

What You Did: 9 Wands

How It Ended: 10 Wands rev

What Karma Was Brought With You: Queen of Swords

Who You Brought With You: The Hermit

Additional energy: 6 Pentacles

Past Life Oracle: Trust and Faith & Atlantis (past), Scribe or Writer & Karmic Relationship (present)

Dreaming Way: Fox (past), Whips & Lady (present)

Charms:

Saw 🪓 on Fox

Sun ☀️ on 10 Wands rev

Feather 🪶 on Musician

Apple 🍎 on Queen of Swords

Happy Cloud ☁️ on Karmic Relationship

Having done Cancer’s, which had by far the most specific details I’ve ever gotten, Spirit seemed to do that one for me & I just wrote it down. Your reading is the polar opposite. I’ve gone down a whole rabbit hole 🐰 over this, an *entire day* of Googling, Wikipedia, countless historic articles and conservation efforts, just to come up with a broad generalization, time period, and no historical ties to any *specific* anything really. Did they not keep records? Is this area generally ignored in history? I have no idea. If you choose to attempt to find an actual name, date & face, specific information, good luck 🙏 I know fun facts about all sorts of things now, and most are hardly related. Spirit usually gives me bits at a time, and I have to piece it together, like a puzzle. I saw travel, laid out Atlantis and heard “Atlantic”, with 6 Swords I saw Christopher Columbus on an expedition, and was like “no freakin way”…it’s not, but right lane. Spain 💯 similar journey, principle, and purpose. When I got to charms, it was “saw on the Fox”, then it was no…move it to the neck. Weird, but ok. Fox is deceitful, that matched up with the “bad guy” I got in the preshuffle, you cut them off (I assumed.) But nooo. “Fur trade” and then “Fox” after, seeing the saw cutting off the Fox’s head I was like OH. I see. Specifically islands, I’ve researched every fox in South America, and every time I’d finish I would hear “island”, I’m like “there’s nothing on an island!” 😆Whew lord. If it’s not an island it’s not the right spot. There’s one, idk which one, I have to let it go & move on. No names either, just “Europeans in 1800s” that’s as specific as history gets for me…idk if it’s even 1800s, and idk why Spirit is being all cryptic and shit with yours…I can’t win them all apparently.

*You* were the bad guy. From Spain, your character card is The Captain, and you were the big man in charge of…I’m not sure what, initially. I see you on a ship but not as the captain of it. You were someone important, held in high esteem by whoever was in charge of trade/exports, maybe those still in Spain that were receiving. The Hierophant here may be showing a King, or someone in a very high & respected position of authority that you reported to. Faith is also shown as having great importance in your world, Catholic specifically, but I’m not sure where that fits because I only see the fur trade as the dominant focus for you. Or you could have been a shady religious figure that somehow had dominant power over trade/hunting, specifically furs. You are described as The Devil, clarified by The Devil, a lust for money, paid for by Death, pain, blood, and eventually extinction - if my research is the correct fox 🦊 But those weren’t the only animals by far. At your death, it was coming to light how much damage had been caused to the population, I’m seeing it as being significant, for all of the people who contributed, your team had the most kills by far. I don’t see it having ended by your death, but this being the first major jolt of realization for the public, inhabitants of the island/s again it’s an island/s being highlighted, or anyone else paying attention at the time. Age wise, I’m getting around 50. Not old, but old enough for work related things to be getting harder, I’m getting an unrelated forearm injury, could be something like carpal tunnel or a muscle injury, had caused what used to be normal more of a struggle. But the death is a natural one.

In this life, you are female, and show up as Queen of Swords, a writer, a musician, and possibly a teacher too - with the Apple 🍎 charm. If not a teacher, it’s possible you’re vegetarian/vegan. I hope not, because no one that doesn’t eat meat wants to hear it’s karmic for hurting animals, that’s kinda fkd up. Would make sense though. Much of your story probably is, especially in regards to family, I get them being cruel and almost nonexistent. Particularly a woman, possibly a mother but could be someone else, they’re reaching for the Whip of all things. This is someone emotionally cold, possibly alone, by choice or not I’m not sure, and they do mean things to you. Or did as a child, physical harm on some level, even if they justified it as “discipline”, it’s much harsher than most of us have ever had to endure, and probably for less serious offenses. I am getting that this person existed as karma for pain you had inflicted - and also to help form your own personality, who you’re meant to be, which is Queen of Swords - the Queen who has seen some shit 💯 she knows it all and protects herself with this sword. She will hear you out and happily communicate, but if your words don’t match the truth, she will swiftly cut your head off (with words) and move on with her life. This describes you, and because of what you’ve been through and what you’ve seen, your purpose is one of inspiring others, while protecting yourself.

The Tower & 10 Swords shows where you’ve come from, very painful experiences 😞 The Musician is someone that is grateful for everything they have, even if it’s not much, and they turn their experiences into inspiration for others. Teaching is here, all levels of creative writing or music is here, with Wheel of Fortune, this is your destiny 🙏 You may have doubts but it is. Even if you’re not a musician, music affects you on a very deep level, and with the feather being here, you may sometimes feel like you’re getting actual messages through songs you hear - if so that’s true you are. That could be the way your Spirits know how to get your attention, or one of them may have been a musician, an ancestor of yours, and if so they were meant to be with you. The Hermit shows who you’ve brought, no one. Not this lady with Whips. Not anyone that’s been cruel to you. Not any lovers, though you always have soulmates around, or people that could become soulmates, none of them are from this life. The Hermit is clarified by 9 Pentacles though, love may not be what you even want, you’re someone that feels perfectly secure alone, all of your things are exactly as you want them, and you hesitate with love for fear of someone else messing up your flow or routines. I do see plenty of lovers, none that you stick with for too long, I heard “they’re all crazy” 😜 You like the heat of passion, and with passion comes crazy, so you stay in things for the fun and always kinda stay emotionally detached, expecting it to end, and when it eventually does, you’re not bothered.

This Karmic relationship being highlighted with The Cloud is either a child or someone you knew as a child, could be a Leo, or someone that feels like sunshine, they get a lot of positive attention and are successful in their life. Could be someone famous or with a high position in their field. You could’ve spent summers together while young, you feel over the moon when you’re with them, like a couple of kids no matter what age you are. Wheel of Fortune is being pointed out again before I close and I heard “research your North Node”. That’s your destiny, purpose, why you came here, probably has something to do with creativity because that’s all over your reading. When in doubt, head away from South Node and towards the North, and Spirit will help you.

[the-acid-pear]

Today's dream was mental.

I was in this ysrd and there were a lot of onions on the table and and there were masculine role models there it was a party and turns out my friend my irl was getting married to her mom but her appearance was that of Shun from Saint Seiya and there was a Hyoga too who was like, in a clip from the show? "I love you too, shun" while smiling smugly. And on the tv there was bald Vegeta (the no forehead one too, you'd see the buzz tho) nd he was in saint Seiya in the city and Vegeta was calling out for someone angry as he is but more worried then there's an explosion and red trees like those in the Minecraft end come out from the ground and back into it and a figure of an electric tower fades in an out and my dad gets emotional and I'm like holy shit I need to watch this show.

My friend also had a mini shun as a child. And her mother wasn't anyone just a generic middle aged woman. I wasn't happy about this AT ALL btw.

We then had to leave the place to go to the wedding which, like... It either was in my grandma's house or we were leaving from there 🤔 not sure. But I left and we were many in a bus and we were discussing we needed a cake and I remember saying dijiste torta y me acordé que tenía un asiento acá because apparently in this dream sitting in a single bus seat (like, not in the pairs, in the solo ones) is innuendo or something for being a hard full horny lesbian. Before that I was leaning onto the divider talking to two friends from highschool I believe? My irl was in their class too so it makes sense, these were mean boys tho.

Eventually the bus stopped and I got off with 4 random women two middle aged to teens daughter of one of them, the women short, one skinny one fatter, the daughters tall and lanky, everyone on the darker skin tone side.

I immediately regretted my decision and I was like Y'ALL GOING TO THE WEDDING?! 😟 And they were like yeah, of course! and we headed to take another bus and I had no sube because I don't have one and I told the woman, the skinny one, if she'd pay for me but she was like I don't have money sorry and then the bus driver grabbed HIS one and payed it for me like a legend... But then I realized i was missing my backpack.

And this was the second time I misplaced it because on the first bus I couldn't locate it for a while since there were 3 in total and one was camouflaged like mine but mine was heavier and contained... Something ? Else?? On the back. But I saw one of the lanky girls who was blonde had one so I was like ah maybe the girl has it...! But no, it was hers, so I had to leave the bus in a rush because I needed mine.

So I did and I started wandering trying to go over my steps. City was colorful and pretty and it wasn't argentina it was somewhere else. Although I saw places like la casa rosada and the same but white too. On a trash container to the side there was a concrete block and on top (block was the height of the container) 3 little figured of this wild cat like creature with a heart. They were in different poses and he was in 2 legs and looked kinda fucked kinda off but those tiny toys used to look like that. Fur was also dramatically shaded with strong darker tips against his lighter fur and such. Face was a bit human but his kitty mouse was big. Details aside, I picked one. For good luck.

I kept wandering and I walked past a very skinny brunette woman with Pinterest cool clothes, no one was here except for her, well, no one but two men that came afterwards in jeans and with tans and blonde spiky hairs who did some gesture in my direction before deciding to follow me like an rpg party. They kept trying to flirt with me and I talked with them but I was so stressed out and uncomfortable bc i was also in pain and worried and upset about my friend that I couldn't be even shy.

With them we ran into a different wedding kind of like fair which I'm sure I saw a horse at somewhere. There was also a library and an old man who war urging us w his looks to gtfo

And we kept wandering only once I tried to ask the boys what they did for a living but they didn't answer and I found a backpack, but it wasn't mine. But it had some weird sticker than said I ❤️ AI but didn't really see the bottom so I'd have said DYING or ART or PORN, either way they made me laugh. They were light blue in a desaturated tone like they'd been abandoned there. (We were forgotten by the rapture and we didn't even notice....... /J)

BUUUT as we went around further in this japanese looking apartment we ran into a bed and WOULDN'T YOU KNOW my BACKPACK WAS THERE WOOOOO ‼️‼️‼️ but now I had to get there somehow. I left at 2 pm or so and it was 6 pm now. I was so worried and scared no one would pick me up or perhaps the wedding was over and I couldn't stop them or...

I remember drawing or visualizing a drawing on the sand of a sad bear saying... Something. But I wanted to add ON COKE at the end too fsr referencing the cocaine bear?? And I didn't know who to call and I was getting anxious and...

Suddenly I was watching moonlight jewel make twilight sparkle. And I tried to go back to the dream but couldn't. It was twilight sparkle time.

So yeah one of the fucking wildest ones.

[willowbee-brook]

I think I figured out why I don't have a drive to have kids. I was raised loving and taking care of animals and that's what I'm comfortable with. I was the youngest child/grandchild in my family so I never had to babysit or help take care of a person younger than me, but I certainly helped around my grandparent's farm. My mom put me in horseback riding lessons when I was 9 and I eventually ended up teaching other little girls how to care for horses (I even had a large toy horse that I used to point out anatomy before we got to the actual animal). I didn't play with baby dolls or pretend to be a mom at a young age. My cabbage patch doll freaked me out. My Barbies were always heroes on adventures, saving Ken, who got kidnapped. I was never pressured into being a child mom- no younger siblings to help raise. I raised goats and dogs and cats and I loved them all like children. They were tangible in my life where human babies were not. So I don't feel bad about not wanting kids because I'm 32 and raising a beautiful little terror with 4 paws and a fluffy butt. I'm happy with fur babies because where some girls dream about having many children (these are valid dreams!), I dreamt of having lots of pets.

[sekhisadventures]

Lost and Found

Sekhi had promised to send word to her family regularly while staying in the Dragon Isles. That said, mail travel can take some time when going across Azeroth and the isles were practically on the other end of the world from Orgrimmar.

However, eventually letters will arrive even if it takes weeks, or longer.

A letter can contain many things. It can contain hopes, dreams, love, despair, and so much more. Sometimes a person's life can be changed by a few copper’s worth of ink and parchment…

Orgrimmar, the Valley of Strength

Neidhari was a matronly vulpera without a family. Her husband hadn’t survived the attacks from the Faithless in Vol’dun and she only ever had one child. She mostly spent her days watching after the other vulpera children while their parents got on with business, it helped that she knew how to raise a child even though her own… well…

She didn’t like to think about it. She remembered him going to one of the meets on the coast of Vol’dun with his friend, then she came back alone and wouldn’t tell them where he’d gone. She seemed afraid to for some reason.

Neidhari sighed, pulling her shawl around her red-furred shoulders, wiping her amber colored eyes. It was years ago now… but some small part of her never gave up hope.

That part of her was in for a big surprise.

Her ears perked up as she heard the sound of running footpaws and a voice calling her name.

“Neidhari! HEY! NEIDHARI!” called another vulpera woman.

She turned in the direction of the voice and saw her friend Risala rushing towards her, followed close by her husband Atu, both of them looking extremely excited.

“Risala? Whats going on? Why all the shouting? You’ll wake up the kits…” she said, holding a finger infront of her muzzle as she waved her down.

The two vulpera stumbled to a halt and Risala held out a roll of parchment. “You have to read this! Sekhi arrived on the Dragon Isles and she sent us a letter like she promised and she��� she…” she stumbled over her words, then thrust the parchment into her hands, “Just yippin’ read it!” she barked.

Neidhari stared at her, it was a very rare thing to see her friend so wound up. She took the letter and unrolled it, her eyes scanning Sekhi’s untidy handwriting as she puzzled out what it said.

Dear Ma,

We made it to the Dragon Isles and you’ll never believe who I found!

We got attacked by this group of bad guys calling themselves Primalists…

(Here there was a doodle of several stick figures shooting fire at a stick figure representation of Sekhi, Nitika, and Mola’raum, who were doodled fighting back with their own talents.)

… but they’re all different races, its not the Alliance. There were dwarves and orcs and tauren and draenei and all sorts! We beat ‘em up and caught one so we could…

(The word ‘interrogate’ was crossed out several times in several states of misspelling here.)

… ask ‘em stuffs! Nitika tried to do her spooky mind stuffs, but it didn’t work, so someone in the crowd said we could just kill ‘em and Mola’raum could use his deathy stuffs to make ‘em a zombie and before Mola could stop ‘em they shot ‘em in the noggin!

Mola got really upset because if you mess up their noggin’ they can’t remember stuffs or even talk anymore sometimes and that’s what happened, but the guy who shot him was…

… and then Neidhari stifled a startled yip and almost dropped the letter.

She caught it before it landed, then re-read it several times, then looked at Risala with wide eyes. “… is… is she sure?” she asked.

Risala nodded, grinning widely, “Sekhi can exaggerate sometimes, but she’d never lie about something like this! It has to be true!”

Neidhari looked at the letter again, her jaw hanging open as her eyes began to tear up, and finally she gasped out in a hoarse voice, “… hot sands… m-my son is alive…”

Valdrakken, Later That Day

Sekhi padded along through the dragon city, wondering if her letter had made it home yet. She considered writing to her family about her encounter with Raszageth, but she didn’t want to scare her parents and she had promised Laura that she’d keep quiet about it. She didn’t like doing that, she had promised her mother she’d tell her things… but she couldn’t pretend that this wasn’t a good idea. She could ask her mother and father to keep it to themselves, but her sister could read and if she told the twins… well, all of Orgrimmar would be talking about a giant-lightning-monster-proto-drake by nightfall. Those two were like foghorns with legs.

She was carrying a couple skewers of mammoth meat that she’d bought at the Roasted Ram, one of them half eaten and the other for later, but as she did she paused, picking up a familiar song. It wasn’t entirely dissimilar to Edwood’s, just more… impulsive and angry sounding.

She grinned, her tail swishing as she jogged down the path to the source of it, then waved her arm, “HEY JEEM!” she yipped loudly.

A figure that had been sitting on a bench looked up with a sigh, “Oh. Hey.” grunted ‘Captain’ Jeemjazo Redmane, his murloc companion sitting on the bench next to him. “Whatcha want Sekhi?” he asked, then he paused, his nose twitching at the smell of the skewers she was holding.

“Well, I just heard ya nearby ‘n wanted to say hi! I mean, we didn’t really get a chance to talk after we ran inta each other at th' Waking Shore!” she nodded, “I mean I got soooooooooo many things I wanna ask ya about where ya were ‘n how ya made friends with a murloc ‘n…” she began, and Jeemjazo slowly tuned her out, his eyes going to the still-steaming mammoth meat on a stick as he felt drool forming in his mouth.

She rambled on for a few long moments, then paused as she noticed he wasn’t listening, “… anyways I sent a letter back to Orgrimmar 'n… um…” she looked at her hand, then at his eyes, then held out the second skewer, “Ya hungry?” she asked.

Jeemjazo jolted a bit, then laughed, “What, me?! Nah! Why I’ve got so much treasure I’m feastin’ every night! Sometimes I can’t even finish it all even with Jim helpin’ me!” he laughed, then his expression faltered as his stomach growled, loudly. “… er… wouldn’t say no to a snack though…” he coughed, quickly taking the skewer and tearing into it.

Sekhi frowned a bit, “Jeem… I can hear your song yanno, everyone has one. I’ve been able to hear ‘em for a few years now, ever since I was in th’ Shadowlands.” she began, “I can tell you’re not tellin’ me th’ truth sometimes…” she whined, her ears drooping.

“Mind yer own beeswax Sekhi…” he grunted around a mouthful of masticated mammoth.

Sekhi huffed at him, her tail bristling, “Maybe I’ll just ask your murloc buddy! I can kinda understand him!” she yipped in an annoyed way.

Jeemjazo blinked at her. That wasn’t quite the Sekhi he remembered. “Er… he dunno, I only met up with Jim ‘bout a few months back…” he muttered, swallowing the last of the meat and flicking the skewer away into the bushes. “Not even sure he can understand me really.” he shrugged dismissively.

Sekhi folded her arms over her tiny chest, “Jeem, I had ta watch your ma find out you’d vanished back when ya stowed away with th’ Bloodsails in Vol’dun! I didn’t tell her ‘cause we were pals like ya said¸ but she never stopped lookin’ for ya! She thought you’d gotten lost in the desert or the Faithless got ya or somethin’ 'n then the Faithless DID get your da ‘n she was all alone!” she barked at him.

Jeemjazo cringed a bit at that, then snorted, “Eh, I mean… its ain't like I was tryin’ ta hurt her… just wanted ta get outta Vol’dun, yanno?” he tried.

She took a breath, then said, “Jeem. I broke my promise. I sent a letter to my ma ‘n da, ‘n I told ‘em I found ya here.” she nodded firmly.

Jeemjazo yelped as if he’d been stung, “YOU WHAT?!” he demanded.

“I DID! 'n knowin’ my ma she’ll tell your ma th' first thing after she reads it!” she nodded, “She was so sad Jeem! She’s spent th' last few years thinkin’ ya were DEAD!” she insisted.

Jeemjazo’s face couldn’t turn any redder, given that his fur was already red, but if it could it’d be downright crimson. “SEKHI HOW COULD YE?! WE WERE PALS! PALS DON’T GO SNITCHIN’ EACH OTHER OUT TO THEIR PARENTS!” he barked.

“We’re not kits anymore Jeem! Your ma deserves to know you’re alive!” she insisted, nodding firmly.

Jeemjazo growled angrily, narrowing his eyes. “Whether or not I go back to th’ caravan is my feckin’ business Sekhi… pals don’t snitch on each other, and if ye snitch on me… we ain’t pals.” he snapped.

Sekhi winced, her ears folding back, “Ya don’t mean that…” she huffed, but she sounded uncertain.

“Try me. Jim, get in the shell. We’re settin’ sail to anywhere not feckin’ here.” he snapped as the murloc clambered into the eggshell backpack Jeemjazo used to carry him. He shouldered it, then glared at her. “I ain’t th' same dopey kit ye knew back then Sekhi. I’m a hardbitten Bloodsail Buccaneer. I’ve killed people fer less than this. Don’t lemme catch ye sniffin’ 'round me again.” he warned, putting his hand on the hilt of his cutlass meaningfully, then he turned and stalked away through the city.

Sekhi watched him go, then she looked down and whispered, “I’m not sorry I did it Jeem… she deserves to know.”

“So, what was THAT all about?” came a feminine voice.

Sekhi almost leapt a foot in the air from shock, then spun around to find Samantha Montebank leaning against the wall near the bench Jeemjazo had been sitting on.

“S-sam?! How long were ya there?!” she yipped.

“Since about ‘mind your own beeswax, Sekhi.’” she smirked, “Don’t worry, if you didn’t notice me I know he didn’t.” she glanced in the direction that Jeemjazo had retreated in. “Want me to hunt him down and smack him around the ears for being a jerk?” she asked.

Sekhi shook her head, “No… I get why he’s angry, but…” she sighed, “I had to watch his ma ‘n da lose their only kit… ‘n then his da died durin’ th' Blood War…” she whined softly.

Sam knelt down and put her hand on the vulpera’s shoulder, “Hey, I get it. I’ve seen some shit in my time too Sekhi… I mean I ran with the Uncrowned when the Legion invaded and those guys are hardcore criminals.” she nodded. She wasn’t on the council with Garona and Vanessa and the others, but she definitely took their coin to pull off some serious jobs in the days before she became bonded to Annulus.

Sekhi whimpered, “I just… why doesn’t he just tell me? We’ve known each practically since we were born…”

Sam glanced back towards where he’d left. “You said he stowed away with the Bloodsail Buccaneers?” she asked.

Sekhi nodded, “Yeah, they’d set up a sorta market on th' coast of Vol’dun with us every few years. Total cease-fire agreement so we could trade food ‘n such. Pirates is pirates, but they gotta buy food ‘n stuffs for voyages.” she explained.

Sam nodded, “Yeah… I’ve got some experience with the Bloodsails and if he got caught as a stowaway…” she winced, “Lets just say there’s probably a damn good reason he won’t tell you about it.”

Sekhi looked up at her, concern crossing the vulpera’s face. “You think somethin' bad happened to him?” she asked.

“Sekhi, the Bloodsails are one of the most ruthless pirate gangs in all Azeroth. Even the Irontide would hesitate to tangle with them sometimes. They’re brazen enough to besiege Booty Bay even with the Alliance and Horde backing up Baron Relgavaz.” she nodded, “Normally, if they catch a stowaway… that person dies. They’ll just throw them overboard more often than not. If Jeemjazo survived he’s insanely lucky… but… I don’t think you want to know what they did to him.” she nodded firmly.

Sekhi looked back at the direction Jeemjazo had left in, her expression turning to one of shock and worry.

Thaldraszus, a half mile outside the city.

Jeemjazo sat down at the edge of a pool of water, letting his feet soak in it as he watched Murgly Jim go for a swim. The murloc was usually fine, but it was best to keep his scales moist whenever he could.

The pirate sighed and shrugged off his shirt, then reached behind himself and scratched at his back.

Redmane wasn't his last name, vulpera caravans were so small they didn't bother with surnames really. Truth is, Saltfang's crew never knew his name was Jeemjazo.

The pirates never bothered to get his real name, they just called him "Redmane" because of his red fur… when they weren’t calling him worse things. He just took the name as his surname because, well, he couldn’t really explain why.

His back, however, wasn’t entirely red. Crisscrossing his back from shoulder to waist were several spots where there was no fur because it couldn’t grow through the scar tissue. Sometimes Saltfang would be angry with him for not finishing his chores fast enough, or because he didn’t do a good enough job with them, or because a raid had gone poorly, or because he’d been looking at him funny, or it was Thursday, or whatever the reason… and he’d have the men clap him in irons and get out a bullwhip and… well…

One of Jeemjazo’s duties on the ship had been ‘whipping boy,’ in the most literal sense of the word.

He sighed, looking up at the sky above as he cooled his footpads. “None of yer. Yippin’. Business what happened those ten years Sekhi…” he growled, then shook his head, “Just give ye nightmares…”

A bit ahead Murgly Jim emerged, sprayed a jet of water into the air like a fountain, then splashed his flippers and replied, “Murblgleblglargleblub!”

Jeemjazo smirked, “What ye said matey.”

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[the-faultofdaedalus]

I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.

They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.

They left the girl readily.

The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.

She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.

The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.

She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying. 

Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother. 

(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)

((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))

The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.

The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.

Thyme wakes up in a clearing she recognizes well. Her mother is not there. 

The house she had grown up in is a pile of logs on the ground, destroyed and broken and in disarray, and Thyme is afraid. She calls for her mother, once, twice, and then rolls up her sleeves and begins the trek towards town. 

Her home is not here, she has neither her bow nor her knife, and if she means to figure out what happened she needs supplies. People are always in need of a witch, she knows, and her mother taught her long ago the value of a silver tongue. 

Except.

She walks out of the woods, and the town is... different. Smaller. The mill she knew so fondly, that she used to climb in with the other children of the village, isn’t there. 

There’s no indication it was ever there, and all at once, Thyme realizes what the ritual was for. 

It was a time-spell, and now she is in the past. The house is in ruins because her mother has not repaired it yet, the mill is gone because it has not been built yet. 

She is here, because...

She does not know. 

And now, it is up to her to take care of herself.

She learns the date from the villagers, gets herself a room at the inn and a good hot meal in exchange for looking at the innkeeper’s son, who has been wracked with cough for weeks now, apparently. 

His face is one Thyme knows, one that in her days were covered in wrinkles and laugh-lines, and as she goes back out into the woods to collect the herbs she needs to cure the boy, she thinks.

The boy will take the inn over from his father, and he will always welcome Thyme’s mother in with open arms for saving him when he was a child. Either the story had been wrong, or Thyme has already broken things. 

Thyme does not know which one she fears more.

She waits in the village for a full turn of the moon for her mother to come. She knows that this is when she should have come in to town. She knows that she should show up here, any day. 

The boy’s cough gets better and when it’s gone completely Thyme buys herself a knife at the blacksmith’s and returns to the woods, to the clearing she calls home. Hands on her hips, she surveys the once-cottage, and makes a plan. 

The house takes a long time to build. She buys an axe, makes a bow, and sleeps under the stars while the house is very slowly built back up. Walls, roof, floors, and then a fireplace, big and wide enough to fit a cauldron, built from special bluestone she hauls from a nearby hill one lump at a time, all the better to brew inside. 

Mama, she thinks wryly, you better be grateful for this. 

She hunts for herself, mostly, snares rabbits and shoots down deer, strips them of their skin, treats it and leaves the fur out to dry. They’ll be good blankets, a good winter cloak, someday. She knows what plants she can eat, what plants will be good, and she survives. She builds. 

She does not tell the villagers her name, and they know her only as “the witch.” 

Thyme eventually stops waiting for her mother. She watches herself in the mirror, and aches at how much they look the same. How much she’s turning out like her mother. 

She helps the villagers, occasionally travels further to heal illnesses in other villages, but mostly stays to herself, in the woods, collecting books and herbs and the house grows more and more as she remembers it. Her hair, that used to be so dark, raven’s hair, her mother would say, braiding it back for her before she learned to do it herself, gets shot through with white and goes grey. 

There’s wrinkles on her face that didn’t used to be there. 

Thyme stops waiting, and becomes the witch of the these woods.

And then. 

The King and Queen of these lands show up at her door, and they are holding a baby girl. 

Please, they say, We need a son. Give us a son. 

And Thyme, who now has a scar on her cheek from a branch whipping at her too fast to avoid, who knows that her mother had had the same scar, looks at the baby, meets her eyes, and knows that they are her eyes. 

I’ll give you a son, Thyme tells them, as if through a trance, but the cost will be your daughter.

They agree, as she knew they would, and she makes a boy out of clay and wood and she remembers learning how to make constructs like these with her mother, she breaths life into it and sends it off with the King and Queen and she holds their baby in her arms. 

Black hair. Dark eyes. A quiet baby, who looks up at her with a solemness that Thyme’s not entirely sure babies are supposed to have. 

Hello, little one, Thyme says, holds out her finger for the baby to grasp, feels her voice crack down the centre like a burnt-out log when the infant holds her finger in her chubby little hand. 

She’s a princess. This baby is a princess, and this baby is her, and her mother has never existed. She knows all these things now, but the thing that she knows most strongly is that she will protect this child, and not only because this child is her. 

(It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother telling her, it is alright to take things for yourself. You do not need to give yourself away, remember that.)

She has to build a crib and cradle for the baby, and until it’s finished, until she knows that the birchwood and blanket is as comfortable as it can be, she sleeps with the baby -- with Thyme, her name will be Thyme, and she smiles as she thinks it -- on her chest. 

She goes into the village, walking through the woods as baby Thyme looks at the trees and the plants with wide eyes, brings her to a farmer who has raised three girls, knocks at her door, and says, help me. 

The witch doesn’t know how to care for a child, and she is going to learn. She must learn. 

The farmer helps her gladly, something in her eyes that tells the witch that she misses having children, that however much she loves her girls, grown and adventurous, sun-browned and strong from working the fields with her mother, she misses caring for an infant. 

She learns how to make formula out of goat’s milk, how to burp the baby, how to change and wash her. She learns how to tell why the baby might be crying -- even though baby Thyme rarely cries, prefers to watch the world with her big, dark eyes -- and how to fix what might be wrong. 

She sits with the farmer as Thyme plays with a doll carved from a cow’s bone, and learns how to thresh wheat. 

The farmer never asks where the baby came from, but does remark how alike they look, that Thyme looks just like her mother, and the witch smiles at that. 

Thyme seems to grow quickly, learning to crawl, and then to toddle around while hanging off the furniture, and the witch cries at Thyme’s first, unsteady and unsupported steps, even as she builds high shelves into the rafters of her home so that Thyme won’t end up eating things she shouldn’t.

The witch takes Thyme into the village more and more, first in a bag tucked up close against her chest, and when Thyme grows more, holding her hand as she runs through the woods as fast as her little legs will carry her. Every time Thyme runs off to bring back a flower, the witch feels a surge of fondness she refuses to suppress. 

The mill is built, and the witch watches as Thyme runs off to play with the other village kids, brave and fearless and so, so curious. 

She teaches Thyme her first charm when the girl is eight, and Thyme takes to the craft like she takes to memorizing the names and uses of plants, like she takes to a bow and knife, like she takes to books, exactly as the witch knew she would. 

Sometimes, the witch hates the lie she’s made Thyme into. She agonizes over it, over she should tell the girl her true parentage, should spill this secret like a cut bag of wheat, but--

She does not want Thyme to know that she was traded away so easily. She does not want Thyme to know that to her birth parents, she was worthless. 

She asks, though. Asks, do you want to be like the girls in the books? a princess? and is warmed to the core when Thyme answers no. 

Yes, the witch had known what she had answered. Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her life, her studies, the woods, her home. 

(Yes, the witch knows that Thyme loves her mother, because the witch loved her mother. She knows this, and still, she asks.)

The witch teaches Thyme how to make constructs, how to animate them, is proud beyond words when on her fifth try, casting over a wood skeleton covered in clay, the shape of a rabbit, the thing shivers to life, and hops over to push it’s nose into Thyme’s outstreached hands, the girl beaming so brightly that the witch thinks the woods might be glowing with it. The rabbit-construct is lumpy, and uneven, it’s movements slow and unnatural, and she has not yet taught Thyme how to cast the illusion spell onto it that will make it look real, and alive, but Thyme looks so happy that the witch nearly, nearly, forgets her guilt at the purpose of this spell.

Thyme grows, first into a teen, skinny and narrow from how she had shot taller like a willow tree, bony and sharp and lean, and into a woman, growing broad from good food and hard work, takes to hiking into the woods for days at a time with only her knife and her bow and a pouch of herbs, returns home with wild hair the witch combs out for her as Thyme tells her of her adventures.

It matters not that the witch knows all of these stories, knows them because she lived them herself, when she was a girl. She listens to her daughter, dragging the comb through her tangled hair, asks about the falls she found, the cliffs, the animals, the herbs, makes sure that Thyme knows that she will be listened to, that she deserves to be listened to. She listens, because she knows that no matter how much Thyme loves going on these adventures, she also loves coming home, and sharing in these simple, cozy moments.

Winter comes. With the cold comes a grief, a guilt, that weighs heavy on the witch’s heart. She begins preparing for the ritual, for the time-spell that will send her daughter backwards and into loneliness and into the position to save herself from what her true parents would force her to become, backwards to learn the truth, backwards to become her.

She knows why she must do this. She has scryed on her construct, the prince, the soon-to-be-king, every moon since she sent him away and took herself in his place. She sees what he has grown into, she sees what the power has done to him, she sees and she knows that she and her daughter would have suffered greatly in that role. She sees him make hard choices.

She sees him go to war.

She sees the illusion she cast over branch and clay bleed. She sees him, bandages around his torso, arm hanging awkwardly by his side, leave the castle, and wade into the lake outside of it’s walls. She sees the clay in the lakebed melt towards him, heal the wounds, make him fit to wield a sword the very next day.

She does not want that. She does not want that for her daughter.

It is alright to be selfish, Thyme, she remembers her mother saying to her, remembers saying to her Thyme, bleeding for others is a gift. It is valued, but it is up to you to give it.

Spring comes. Reedy plants are tended into a circle. Summer comes. Fires are burned over the dirt, ash mixed with soil. Fall comes. The heart of a boar is buried under the circle, placed to rest with gentle words. The witch and her daughter, Thyme and Thyme, stand together, hands raised, looking at each other.

The witch whispers, I’m sorry.

And her daughter disappears.

[crystalcow]

𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

@creatorofstars @georgenctfound @samistheidiot @smolbox-png @ghostlysenses @stellarinstigator @bobaducky

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Fadingstar 

Aliases / Nicknames: Dense-fur, Mama’s boy, Star Traitor, Sweet Boy 

Gender: trans tom

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: Sweetbreeze(mother), Hollyfallow(mother), Lovekit, Wishkit (sisters)

Other Relations: Ferretstar(mentor), unnamed apprentice 

Clan: Skyclan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: Sacrificing, rejected by Starclan, ADHD 

Number of Victims: 20 

Number of Murders: 20

Murder Method: burying alive 

Known Victims: Ferretrunner, several unnamed warriors

Cause of Death: Insomnia-induced heart failure 

Cautionary Tale: prophecies may warn us of what is to come, but don’t let possible futures of despair lead you to believe that someone destined to walk the wrong path is beyond savour. 

Story:

When he was born, he was named after his affliction, Fading kitten syndrome.

He spent day and night in the medicine den; nobody thought he’d actually survive. But he did, shocking everyone. His mothers wanted to change his name, but Fadingkit wouldn’t let them. To him, it was a trophy. 

His kithood was relatively normal aside from two things. Because of his sickness, he was a bit frailer than his clanmates. And he could never sit still or remember things. He ended up being apprenticed to Ferretstar, who openly admonished him for mistakes and things he couldn’t control. 

Not only that, but strange cats would appear to him in dreams. 

They never spoke, only ever staring at him with disdain. Ferretstar did everything to make his life hell. From making him hunt during blizzards and hailstorms to making Fadingpaw eat dead-last, he had it rough. Thank Starclan for his moms, though. They fought for him whenever they saw Ferretstar mistreating him.

He was named Fadinglight at 18 moons. His mothers sat with him throughout his vigil, making sure he wasn’t bothered. The dreams got worse after Ferretstar retired and the new leader made Fadinglight his deputy. 

All was well until he was cornered by Ferretrunner. He panicked, slashing him across the face. Both were shocked. But Fadinglight knew that if word got out, he would be shunned. So he leapt, gaining the advantage thanks to Ferretrunner still being taken aback. The two rolled down a small hill. Fadinglight must’ve gotten lucky since the tumble ended up cracking Ferretrunner’s neck. 

At first he was horrified, but eventually he managed to convince himself that it was necessary. He managed to get used to deputyship with the help of his moms. Starclan wouldn’t accept him. When he went for his nine lives, there were no cats there to greet him. It was silent and cold. 

Fadinglight tried to find someone, anyone, to give him his lives, but the place was empty. Despite the lack of visible spirits, he felt watched. When he came to, he noticed the medicine cat missing. His blood began to freeze. He was scared. He couldn’t sleep. Every night he grew more paranoid and frantic, trying to figure out why they hadn’t come to him. 

And that’s when his first intentional kill occurred. 

It started as an accident, but the opportunity was perfect. Fadingstar bit into his Clanmate’s body, leaving them unable to move while he dug. maybe he hadn’t proven his worth yet. Maybe the Stars wanted to see his devotion! His heart swelled at the thought of being accepted by them. 

As he shoveled dirt onto his Clanmate, he smiled. Starclan would have to accept him now!! And when nothing changed, it devastated him. One of his moms, Hollyfallow, managed to break through to him. She was devastated to hear about how Starclan was acting toward him as well as sickened by his murderous actions. 

She tried to talk him out of his theories, but to no avail. cat after cat, day after day, moon after moon. One became five, five became fifteen, fifteen became nineteen. Nothing ever changed. And every time Fadingstar was rejected, he grew more desperate. 

One of his mothers held an intervention of sorts for him. She addressed his rapidly declining mental health, but by that point, he couldn’t pay attention. His fur was matted and his eyes sunken in. Fadingstar barely left his den, almost always dissociating. He couldn't focus on anything but his own worth. He knew he wasn't being a good leader, but how could he be when Starclan wanted nothing to do with him?

It was only a matter of time until his heart gave out. He died at the gravesite of his victims, looking more like a lump than a cat.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @liberhoe​

--Base by miranimates on DeviantArt

--His mothers used a donor to have him. The donor was Ferretrunner. 

--Ferretrunner had gotten a prophecy about Fadingkit on the night he was born.

 --His mothers loved him despite his spiral, and still try to find him near the border of the Dark Forest.

-- Fadingstar genuinely feels bad about killing his victims. He placed flowers on their graves often and has even sought them out to try to apologize.

--Gotta love it when Starclan gives warnings about someone who might become evil, inevitably leading to them becoming evil. Way to go

[simeonisalesbian]

i am literally on demon sisters brainrot because of you and i am not even mad about it haha my lesbian ass loves them 💞 can i please request some headcanons about the paws and claws event but with the demon sisters?

lesbian demon brainrot is real and it's also fatal😔 (the demon ladies are all my last brain cells can think about lmao)

Lucifer:

She takes full pride in the fact that she as complete control over her animal instincts

However when you mentioned that it was amazing how much control she seems to have compared to her sisters you couldn't help but notice her tail wagging behind her.

She also seemed to quietly growl anytime one her sisters got a bit out of hand

She also had a harder time than usual falling asleep. You joked that maybe she just needed to circle the bed a few times. You didn't get to snuggle that night

You did both figure out that maybe it was just her sensitive hearing keeping her up.

To fix this you kept her head on your chest and softly covered her ears. It was a bit awkward but seemed to do the trick.

Mammon:

did you think she stayed up late before?

Well turns out tigers are nocturnal.

So now you have to deal with her begging you to hang out with her at 3 a.m.

You have to tell her multiple times that you do not want to go swimming right now you just want to go to sleep

she will happily still hang out with you during the day.

Tigers can't purr and that fact alone convinced her she'd be safe from any embarrassing noises

Jokes on her cus tigers chuff instead. Which she quickly found out as you were petting her head.

Leviathan:

Giraffes are weird animals who knows anything about them?

Well you and Levi end up spending quite a bit of time together since your now the only prey creatures in the house

So what a time to learn about giraffes!

for instance those weird horn things are apparently called ossicones and they feel weird

They're just firm cartilage covered in skin. Levi says they're more sensitive than her actual horns.

That being said you should take this chance you fluster her a bunch.

Her tail also ends up slapping you occasionally

Not very often though. Only when your paying attention to one of her sisters instead of her

she swears she can't control it though

Satan:

Shes honestly living her best life. This is practically a dream come true if she's honest

Even if it wasn't on purpose being a cat is amazing, and since she already knew a bunch about cats and their mannerism she adjusted quite quickly

she has already pushed several of Lucifer's mugs off of the table at breakfast proceeding to blame it on her instincts

she does cuddle a bit more than usual. Not much but she really likes it when you scratch behind her ears

She's purring anytime she has physical contact with you. She'll get really flustered if you mention

You also managed to keep her occupied with a laser pointer for hours. Yes she knows she can't catch the red dot but instincts can't be fought that easily Mc.

Asmodeus:

You jokingly called her pooh bear one time and now she's trying to convince you it would be fine if she just walked around in a red crop top

she has pounced on you several times saying she's just giving you a bear hug

you honestly can't see much of an impact on how being a bear affects her honestly

Most bears are omnivores she even her diet didn't change all that much

she honestly just seems her same clingy self but now with bear jokes.

she does ask you to pet he ears a bunch simply because of how soft they are. if would be a shame not to touch them right?

Beelzebub:

shes constantly afraid she's going to hunt and eat you.

she flat out tried to hide in the kitchen just to keep herself occupied on not eating you.

Eventually though you convince her that you trust her enough to not eat you. She still keeps a some meat on hand when she's near you just in case though.

lions can't purr unfortunately. However beel does make up for it by humming when you rub her ears.

She wants you to know it feels really nice after all

Shes also pretty nocturnal but she normally takes midnight trips to the fridge so nothing really changed in that aspect

Belphegor:

if you make one more "what does the fox say" joke she'll punch you.

she has the softest fuckin tail and she's about to make it everyone's problem.

she'll occasionally swat you in the face with it just to see you struggle to not inhale her fur.

it's a really soft pillow though and she's more than happy to let you use it as such while you cuddle

she did manage to make several burrows in her blankets at somepoint and she will hide in them to get more sleep

she'll happily wag her tail whenever you pet her head when she's napping in your lap.

She'll say your crazy if you mention it when she wakes back up

[tema-makes-art-sometimes]

                          Once Upon a Time there was a Little Dream.

    No One Knows Who Dreamed it...

                                                                It was such a Little Dream.

This made the little dream think...

     “I dont want to disappear, how can I make people to dream me?”

The little dream thought, and at last had an idea.

       “I will make people come to me, and they will make my world.”

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I may or may not have made an Alice Human Sacrifice AU. This is a strong contender for a blog for it to be 100% honest with you-- lemme know what ya think. Please click on it Tumblr ATE IT. >:(

AU Notes Below the Cut:

General Notes

It’s a world within a cursed book based on Alice in Wonderland, each of the Alice’s exist alongside one another, and while others can die when in the world, and the denizens of the world can die, the Alice’s cannot, at least not permanently. For reasons unknown they regenerate from any attempts to kill them. Each of the Alice's are said to be based on a Fairy tale character from the real world. And it is said that any who find and open the book will be transported to this Land of Alice called ELESIA. All Current Alice's are listed below.

Red Spade

Name: Alman Nation: England Fairy tale Counterpart: Red Riding Hood Powers: “Feral” - He’s able to turn into a wolf, and has the associated strengths of a wolf in and out of his wolf form. Notes: - He has an issue with blood-lust and craves conflict, which makes him dangerous. - He’s currently an outlaw wanted by the King for multiple crimes, mostly attacking people in the woods. - He actually hunts normally for money to sell the furs, he’s obviously very good at it. Relations: Diamond: Feels like the man taunts him being on just the edge of the woods. Club: Complicated. (He’s got a crush.) Hearts: Doesn’t like them, they romp around in his woods too much while able to easily escape him.

Blue Diamond

Name: Marine Nation: Canada Fairy tale Counterpart: Sleeping Beauty Powers: “Siren” - He's able to put people into a sleep like trance when they hear him sing. When in this trance they will do anything he requests.  Notes: - He loves to sing, with and without using his power. - He loves fruit teas and coffee. And he’s always snacking. - His garden outside the castle was a gift from the King. - His crown of flowers is almost never seen removed. Relations: Spade: He finds him and his path through the woods rather bothersome, but there isn’t much he can do about it than keep him away. Club: He looks up to the King for reasons he doesn’t fully understand. Hearts: He’s very very gay for the both of them, and the three spend a lot of time together.

Green Club

Name: King Varis Nation: France Fairytale Counterpart: Ice Queen Powers: “Freeze” - He’s able to freeze things in his vicinity solid. Notes: - His powers are tied to his emotions, which can cause uh- emotional problems for him. He tends to bottle his feelings in order to keep his powers under control, the problem is they eventually explode and he'll freeze everything around him solid. - He's a well liked ruler, but he's also kind of terrifying. - Eternally paranoid about being back-stabbed for reasons he has no context for. Relations: Spade: He finds the man an odd figure, and wish he would just let himself get captured. Diamond: His baby, his pride and joy, he doesn’t know why, but he knew the moment he met Diamond that he was almost like a son. Hearts: They make him nervous because of how popular they are. 

Yellow Hearts

Name: Labera Nation: Romano Fairy tale Counterpart: Gretel Powers: Beckon - The power to summon anything, to himself or to any location if he has been there. He can also summon people to places, including himself, which functions as a teleporting ability.  Notes: - He’s known for being very quippy and witty, he always has something to say and he will make sure he says it. - He likes to pull things out of no where for visual gags and general convenience. - They are rarely seen apart, even if you think they are alone, they probably aren't. Relations: Spade: He loves to tease and bother Spade and any and all opportunity. Diamond: He loves and adores Diamonds very much, it’s very gay. Club: He’s a little nervous around the King, so he’s not seen near him alone. Heart: The warmth in his heart, the joy in his soul. He can’t think of a world where they were separated.

Name: Zir Nation: Germany Fairy tale Counterpart: Hansel Powers: “Command” - The power of heightened physical and mental abilities. He's incredibly smart and also has a psychic-like allure that draws people's attention to him. He's able to convince people to do things for him by just looking at them and giving them a command.  Notes: - He has a slight rivalry with the King because of his ability to sway even his most loyal followers, though he has no interest in such things. - He comes across as quiet and disinterested sometimes, but he usually isn’t even close. - They are rarely seen apart, even if you think they are alone, they probably aren't.  Relations: Spade: He finds him very bothersome and not scary in the slightest. He doesn’t mind his wolf form as much though... Diamond: One of the two loves of his life, he adores them both. Club: He finds the King very nice, but gets confused at how their interactions often turn sour, not realizing that the King finds him intimidating. Heart: The love of his life, they’re bount at the hip and he’d never ask for it any other way.

[venivivividi]

headcAnon ✨ here! How great were the Rosa and Michael moments?! And Jones is Michael’s dad! He and Alex should start a support group. I wanted to ask if you have any headcanons about Michael and Alex and fatherhood. If you think they ever thought about it and what. What kind of parents they would be. If you think they will have kids in the future. Adoption or using a surrogate or some other alien option. Maybe dog or cat children also or instead.

I know, right?? They definitely speak the same language even when they disagree with each other. Also, I have a feeling that Michael has taken to send Rosa every picture of a dolphin he finds online with the same commentary: "look. it's you ahaha" I love them.

Oooh, fatherhood, you say? What a wonderful topic to tackle after the latest episodes...

I have to say, I tend to separate what I think realistically would happen, informed by canon, vs what I'd like for them to be in my headcanons, and to this day we canonically know:

Michael has thought about fatherhood: this is something he wants in his future and has dreamed about in the past; we learn this in two separate occasions, in 2x10 when he offers to father Isobel's child and in 2x11 when he tells Flint he wanted to start a dad band.

We have zero insight on Alex's thoughts on matter: we know his childhood was not a happy one, his relationship with his father is extremely negative and his entire family's dynamic is skewed, unhealty. That could reasonably push him towards two completely opposite directions: either he wants nothing to do with kids and a "traditional" family, deemes himself unsuited for fatherhood or he wants to somehow "avenge" his lost childhood and create the happiest family in the world, proving to himself that he can and will be a good father. Either could be and anything in between, honestly. (I'm not gonna delve into that but let's also remember that Alex grew up in a reality where gay marriage was not legal until he was like 23 and adoption was a pipe dream even after that, so that has clearly influenced his mindset even without considering the military of it all)

But for the sake of the HCs, I choose to believe that Alex is at least open to the idea of having children:

I dont think this is something they would go for very early in their relationship. They've had such a turmoiled past, they overcame every possible obstacle so that once everything settles down, they just enjoy each other's company for a while. They still can't believe they just get to be together without jumping through hoops.

As far as pets are concerned, you heard it from Mimi first: a beagle is written in Alex's future. But first, he tries to convince Michael to get a reptile. You remember Willow, his pet lizard? She was so cuute, Micheal, it's basically zero maintenance (completely false, but hes' trying) and it's so cool to have a lizard, c'mon.

Michael, as we know, is incapable of looking Alex in the eyes and deny him something. But it takes one google search for him to veto Project Lizard. There is no way he's allowing a lizard in his house after learning what they need to be fed. Also, lizards escape their enclosure. No thank you, the same night he learned too much about it he had a nightmare about waking up to a lizard stuck to his curls. Always protect the curls. No lizard.

Alex pouts. A lot.

Once the beagle settles in the truck ready to go to his forever home, Alex stops pouting. (and Michael starts because Alex is now cuddling the beagle at night. woe is Michael.)

As this thing usually go, Michael is instead adopted by a kitten, one of those impossibly small black balls of fur. Their first encounter at the junkyard went disturbingly High Noon, but after they claimed each other, the kitten is now stealing Michael's body heat and Michael is stealing all the cuddles Alex is so rudely denying him in favor of *scoffs* The Beagle.

Speaking of Sanders' Auto, once Rosa(...linda) starts picking up stray kids and unexplicably bringing them to Michael, it comes to be a place where kids who need to escape orbit around: with Sander's blessing, Michael always finds some easy work for them to do and earn some money, and when a couple of them seem truly interested, a question here and a question there quickly turns into a Michael Guerin lesson on mechanics. Those of them who are not interested, are free to just hang around as long as they dont wreak havoc or make a mess out of the place.

The thing is, Michael is completely unaware of the irony in all of that. Sanders is not, and he just hangs around smirking to himself about how much of a grumpy old man Michael is shaping up to be and laughing at history repeating itself and things like that.

It takes Isobel talking about them as Michael's junkyard children for Alex to bring the topic up. I mean, Michael is basically already doing it, and if they start fostering teens they could give some of them the happy childhood Michael never got. After that, not every kid who passes through the junkyard stays with them but some of them do, and some of them keep hanging around even after aging out of the system.

There is a panicked moment after their first foster kid gives him the silent treatment, where Alex runs to Greg for guidance; Greg has to politely remind him that he's an elementary school teacher, and his 16 years old kid might not react with the same energy to glitter glue and a happy song, so he has to figure out a different way.

Eventually they start to foster smaller kids too, and of course sometimes it's sad when they have to go and the house feels empty, but they always try and remember: it's not for them, it's for the kids. And during those nights The Beagle�� needs to find cuddles in the now domesticated ball of fur, because Michael is in very big need of a snuggle that Alex is more than happy to provide. It's how he recharges too, after all.

As far as their parenting style, Michael's a lost cause: he is incapable of not spoiling the kids because, why deny them the little joys if there's no harm in it, right? They deserve them. But he also realize the kids need structure, and he is pretty no-nonsense about it, also because, on the other hand, Alex is very much afraid of being the strict parent. It's a new chapter with every new kid, as every instance of parenting is, but the baseline of a good home is always there: love and safety.

I also can't seem to decide whether Michael would be the kind of hip parent who knows all about the youngsters culture, uses the correct terms and shares the right memes or the most embarassing dad who watches instagram reels about tiktoks and is always six months behind the last big thing. But I feel there's no in between.

Alex, sadly, despite being a cyber intelligence specialist, still mourns last.fm and that tells you everything you need to know.

Somewhere down the line, once they've collectively bought enough land to build a communeplace for all of them to live together while still maintaining a semblance of privacy (Isobel's broad interpretation of boundaries has not changed, sadly), the possibility of a full Oasian becomes a reality. The thing is, this is not just Isobel's baby, this is the podsquad baby, the triad's baby. Isobel and Michael might be the biological donors, but this is their baby.

As you can easily imagine, this is the most spoiled baby ever, because each one of them expect the others to be stern, when in reality, the baby has them all wrapped around their little fingers, and this is without powers, yet.

The first time Alex holds the baby he is completely overwhelmed: they seem so tiny, so fragile, but when he gently strokes his thumb on their forehead, they open their big, staring eyes, and everything else disappears.

Michael, you ask? Ooh, Michael is gloating. He never thought he could have half a thing in his life and now he has everything. He also self-appoints himself as the defender of the baby's curls: that entails slapping the hand of everyone that tries to play with a lock of hair to make it bounce. Do you know how annoying that can be? Leave the baby alone.

Of course, Michael is also a little shit and as soon as the baby starts talking and figuring out a way of calling them all, he tries to make them refer to Max as grandpa, to the utter hilarity of Liz and the total indignation of Max. He has yet to succeed, but the baby's still young, so Only time will tell.