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

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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)

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Sleeping habits with and without their S/O

Not a request but I had some ideas so I decided to make them into little Headcannons! Hope you all enjoy!

Asra

Because they run warmer they often sleep in silky pants and no top.

He is so touchy in their sleep!! You will never go to bed without him touching you somehow.

If he’s sleeping alone then they won’t move much, maybe shifting occasionally but no more than that.

If you’re going to bed with them however, they’ll end up staying in the same position all night.

When you two are sleeping in the same bed together they like to sleep with their head on your chest, hearing your heartbeat.

Asra doesn’t snore in his sleep at all, but he does occasionally hum!

Julian

He doesn’t like layers at all and this means he’s going to sleep in just his underwear.

This also continues into how many blankets he has, which is just one and it’s pretty thin.

If he’s sleeping alone he has no problem taking up the whole bed. He’ll end up with limbs everywhere and no idea how they got there.

If you’re with him you’ll have to either adjust or figure out a way to get him to relax. He moves almost the exact same amount, somehow avoiding hitting or pushing you most of the time.

Julian runs extremely cold. He likes it cold but he also loves your warmth, and he will touch you will his cold feet/hands in the middle of the night.

Julian does snore but it’s not super loud. His snoring is almost like background noise.

Nadia

Nadia sleeps in a silk nightgown, with short sleeves and that ends near her knees.

She also has a robe to wear over it, which she wears if she needs to get up for any reason.

Nadia runs chilly, though not as cold as Julian nor will she randomly torture you with her cold limbs during the night.

She doesn’t mind who ends up in which role, but she always loves spooning. It’s her favorite way to fall asleep with you.

Nadia doesn’t make any noise in her sleep other than occasional deep breaths.

Muriel

This guy is a personal heater. He still sleeps with pelts due to the forest getting chilly during the night but his hut is always warm and cozy.

Due to how warm he runs he generally sheds some layers ending up in pants and whatever top he’s currently wearing

Muriel always wants to hold you, wants to feel like he’s protecting you even while you both sleep. He also really likes if you face him. He won’t ever verbally express that but the way it flusters him gives it away.

He doesn’t make much noise. Much like Nadia, he might take a deep breath or a heavy exhale. Occasionally, if he’s having a bad dream he might grunt.

Inanna has her own little pile of pelts and pillows next to your bed. Somehow she always worms her way into the bed though…

Portia

Portia sleeps in a sleeveless top and shorts.

She tends to run chilly, but has so many blankets that she gets extremely warm during the night.

She doesn’t care how you two position yourselves for sleep, but she would enjoy getting to hold you!

Portia sleep talks during the night. It’s soft and quiet but definitely there. She’ll be amused if you tell her stories in the morning about what she said.

Pepi can often be found in the bed with you both, near the bottom of the mattress.

Lucio

Somehow this man runs hotter than anyone else on this list. He has no shame in sleeping in just his underwear, even with you around.

Lucio has a robe and thinks it makes him look the royalty role, with its red and gold color scheme he always adores.

He would love to be able to hold you all night but eventually, two bundles of pure white fur end up between you both.

That’s right, the M&M duo aren’t afraid to take what they want even during the night.

Melchior end up on your side, nudging his way into your arms and onto your chest. Mercedes just sits herself on top of Lucio and decides it’s his problem to cope with that.

They’ll push and whine and kick in their sleep. Only if they’re having a very intense dream.

Lucio will snore, grunt, and sleeps insanely light. If you so much as try to leave the bed before dawn he’s snapping his head up asking where you’re going.

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With Light In My Heart, Entry 3: Heart Wave

''A signal flows past today, flowing endlessly forward. A familiar frequency distorts what you want to say. I'm lost while I try to shake off this hesitation... The path over there is the one I will take! Now look in the sky, in my heart; where wishes pile up and lie. That picture from the dream will reflect. Most certainly someday, with these hands, to be strong high up in a place not yet reached. Shine!''

– Heart Wave by Ryuusei no Rockman (MegaMan Star Force)

xXxXxXx

Sonic could feel the warm sun rays on his fur, seeing the sunlight through his still closed eyes. He stretched his arms, not really wanting to get up, but he changed his mind when the scent of fried eggs and bacon wafted from the kitchen. He slowly got up, his stomach growling as a sense of hunger set in. He took a look around, recalling how he crashed for the night at Tails' workshop in Mystic Ruins, having fallen asleep on the couch. He had told Shadow to take the guest room, with the dark hedgehog accepting his offer after some initial protest, responding how he would take the couch since he was the guest and Sonic was the one who sort of ''lived'' here, courtesy of being Tails' older brother. Sonic assured him that he always slept on the couch, so it was no big deal for him.

The cobalt hedgehog walked into the kitchen, finding Shadow, who had made breakfast for both of them, sitting at the table and sipping coffee.

''Good morning,'' Shadow said once Sonic walked inside.

''Good morning! Thanks for the breakfast!'' Sonic quickly sat down at the table, enjoying the meal.

''Since I'm your guest, I had figured that I should take care of the breakfast,'' Shadow said, with Sonic smiling, only for the smile to falter when Shadow added, ''You can wash the dishes.''

''I guess that's fair,'' Sonic muttered, narrowing his eyes, taking note of Shadow's smirk.

''Any plans for today?'' Shadow asked, with Sonic humming in thought.

''Not… really? I could go for a quick run, and Station Square is close. We could go there,'' Sonic said.

''I suppose you want to reminisce a bit longer about how the city got flooded and you got to play hero,'' Shadow replied in a snarky tone. Sonic rolled his eyes.

''I was actually thinking of trying to find something interesting to do. You never know what you'll encounter unless you make the first move,'' Sonic explained. ''The best way to find another adventure is to take action and search for it.''

Shadow gave him an inquisitive look, not too different from the one he had when Sonic talked about his confrontation with Perfect Chaos, but remained silent. Sonic did take note that he seemed as if he wanted to ask something, but the dark hedgehog decided against questioning him. He wondered why Shadow was giving him that look, assuming it was because of something he had said. However, considering how Shadow didn't make any snide remarks, Sonic figured that whatever he said wasn't bad and that made him happy.

Rest assured, he was looking forward to spending more time with Shadow.

xXx

The people who were going on about their day in Station Square had been startled by a blue and an orange flash of light as they dashed through the streets. Those two flashes were a pair of hedgehogs, having turned what was supposed to be a simple journey from Mystic Ruins to Station Square into another race. They were weaving through the streets, easily dodging any obstacle they saw with no real goal in their mind. Admittedly, Shadow was just following Sonic's lead, making sure he kept at the same pace and not let his rival get ahead of him. If they were already racing, he didn't want to lose against Sonic. Speaking of the cobalt hedgehog, he had the time of his life. Truth to be told, he had no destination on mind, simply enjoying the thrill that came with their competition.

However, that sense of thrill was replaced with surprise when Sonic realized that the area he and Shadow were at was quite familiar, eventually coming to a full stop. Shadow was confused when he saw Sonic skidding to a halt.

''What's wrong, Hedgehog? Are you already out of breath?'' he asked.

''Actually, I just found our next destination,'' Sonic replied, pointing at the structure in front of them, a gargantuan theme park.

''Twinkle Park?'' Shadow read the sign on the entrance, raising an eyebrow as he gave Sonic a questioning look.

''I've been here before with Amy, although I don't really remember why she was so insistent on going here…'' Sonic muttered the last bit as he tried to recall her motivation, but when nothing came up, he shrugged and grabbed Shadow's hand, pulling him along. ''Let's go! They have a bunch of attractions that you need to experience!''

Shadow was startled when Sonic pulled him towards the entrance, taking note of his excitement. Instead of scolding him for just pulling him along, he sighed, well aware that Sonic was simply thrilled to show him around and he couldn't hold that against him. He decided to just resign himself to the fact that he'd be spending the day at the amusement park.

Sonic did recall that last time he was here, there was a hovering monitor that dispensed tickets for the park, but instead of the monitor, there was a human woman in an uniform standing in a booth next to the elevator that would lift one up to the corridors that led into the park.

''Huh, I thought Twinkle Park had an automatic ticket dispenser,'' Sonic said as he and Shadow walked up to the booth.

''Unfortunately, we had some technical problems and decided to replace it. I'll be the one to welcome you to Twinkle Park,'' the woman explained, smiling at them and taking a closer look at the hedgehogs. She then reached for the boxes next to her, one containing dark blue and purple wristbands with yellow star patterns and a silver star pendant on top, while the other contained a pink and purple wristbands with red heart patterns and a silver heart pendant on top. She grabbed the one with the heart patterns and held them out. ''Please, take these. Per Twinkle Park's policy, cute couples are allowed in for free.''

Sonic felt a sudden chill flow down his spine when the memory of how he and Amy actually got inside Twinkle Park the first time hit him like a ton of bricks. He could sense Shadow's cold glare from behind him, sweatdropping and smiling nervously at the woman. ''W-Wait, you're mistaken! We're not a couple…''

''Really? Then, why are you holding hands?'' the woman asked, making Sonic realize his mistake. He glanced at Shadow, who was still glaring at him while holding his rival's hand. Sonic let go of Shadow, who just huffed, deciding not to comment on it, and folded his arms across his chest. The woman, on the other hand, giggled, pushing the wristbands into Sonic's hands. ''I assume this is your first date, then. I know most couples get really shy about it, but you don't have to worry. I wish you a lot of fun!''

Sonic really wanted to clear the misunderstanding, but before he could do that, he could hear a sharp exhale behind him, with Shadow grabbing his arm and dragging him into the elevator. The ride was short, but really awkward as Shadow took one of the wristbands to put it on his wrist, just behind his Inhibitor Ring.

''You know, you could've helped me clear up the misunderstanding,'' Sonic pointed out, wondering why Shadow didn't say anything.

''I couldn't care less about that woman's opinion on our relationship. You wanted to go to Twinkle Park, and now we're here,'' Shadow responded in his usual dismissive tone. Sonic rose an eyebrow, placing the wristband on his wrist over his glove as they walked through the corridor towards the inside of the amusement park. He knew that Shadow never cared much about what people thought about him, a sentiment Sonic shared. Nevertheless, that didn't stop him from teasing Shadow.

''I guess the lack of protest means that you agree that we do make a cute couple,'' Sonic said in a casual tone, smiling slyly.

Shadow suddenly stopped in his tracks, his quills bristling as he turned to Sonic with an irked expression. ''We are not a couple.''

''Okay, okay, I get it. You don't want to put the couple-label on our relationship, and I understand that,'' Sonic replied, holding up his hands in defense. Shadow scoffed, turning on his heel and continuing the walk, not noticing the playful smirk on Sonic's lips until the latter stepped in front of him. ''But, you never said anything about us not being cute together.''

Shadow gritted his teeth, looking like he was about to punch him, while Sonic just laughed heartily, leaving the dark hedgehog shaking his head. Despite his irritation, Shadow knew that he brought this on himself the moment he agreed to accompany Sonic on his journey. He knew that he'd have to deal with Sonic's relentless teasing, because his rival clearly fancied riling him up with stupid comments like this. Shadow felt like he shouldn't even care what Sonic said, but somehow, his remarks always managed to get a reaction out of him and he simply couldn't understand why that was happening. It was because of that that the cobalt hedgehog always fascinated and frustrated him.

However, before Shadow could even respond, Sonic grabbed his hand, pulling him along. ''Com'n! The roller-coaster isn't going to wait for us!''

Despite his desire to make a smartass remark, Shadow remained quiet. All he could think about how Sonic was this irritating, impulsive, impatient, impetuous person who he swore would get on his nerves because he knew he could get away with it, leaving Shadow frustrated until he knocked some sense into his rival. Indeed, Sonic was someone who drove Shadow up the metaphorical wall with his antics, but despite everything, Shadow never hated him. He just couldn't – not when that ember of warmth he continuously attempted to ignore would grow stronger and stronger in Sonic's presence.

Sure, he had heard people talking about how their rivalry was supposedly based on mutual hatred between each other, especially on Shadow's part. They would be puzzled over why the two hedgehogs were even working together if they hated each other so much that every encounter they had was an ''on sight'' moment. Shadow never payed much attention to any of those rumors, ignoring them as there was no reason for him to explain to anyone what his and Sonic's relationship was. It was enough that he and Sonic knew that it was based on mutual respect, and even if they did get into some petty fights, that still didn't influence their own opinion on each other. Shadow knew that he could never hate Sonic and Sonic shared that sentiment.

Nevertheless, getting annoyed at his antics was a completely different matter.

xXx

As expected, Sonic's first choice for a ride was the Twinkle Coaster, a roller-coaster attraction that left everyone's hearts racing. It was a rather fun ride, but Shadow noted how it was nothing in comparison to what he and Sonic would experience on almost daily basis. Nevertheless, Sonic enjoyed himself, so Shadow figured that it was fine.

Things got more interesting once they decided to go to the bumper cars attraction next. Shadow noted how the attraction looked more like a race track, with the bumper cars appearing to be hovercrafts. Sonic got into a blue bumper car, while Shadow chose the black one, starting their race. At first, Sonic had a lot of fun colliding with the other racers and outmaneuvering those who attempted to ram into him. However, he felt someone ram into him from behind, causing him to jolt and swerve. When he turned his head to the culprit, he realized that it was Shadow, looking quite determined to knock Sonic off the track.

''Woah!'' Sonic narrowly avoided getting hit, using his racing skills to dodge Shadow's next move and allowing for the dark hedgehog to pass, much to his surprise. He then got right back on track, managing to get head-to-head with Shadow. ''What's the big idea?!''

Shadow simply lifted the hand with the wristband, causing Sonic to snort in amusement, followed by a look of determination. He realized that Shadow was just being petty and paying him back for all the teasing by targeting him during the race. Sure, most people would get annoyed by getting targeted like this, but Sonic wasn't like most people. In fact, he loved to have Shadow's attention focused solely on himself, completely basking in it.

Both weaved between other racers, with Shadow managing to get another hit in, only for Sonic to return the favour. They were relentless in their pursuit, just like during their races, showing off their skill as they tried to outdo each other once again, but the issue was, they weren't the ones who were in control of this race. The bumper cars stopped floating once they reached the end of the track, leaving the hedgehogs more than a little miffed, Sonic especially, as he was having a lot of fun during the ride. However, he didn't let it bother him as he leapt out of the bumper car.

''Are you satisfied now?'' he asked Shadow, who just gave him a smug look.

''Very,'' Shadow replied, quirking a brow when he saw Sonic smiling nonetheless. It was obvious that something like this wouldn't bother his rival and that he'd end up enjoying it. Shadow had to admit that, for his part, he also got some enjoyment from messing with Sonic, briefly forgetting everything around him as he focused on the thrilling sensation that was coursing through his body. However, now that that came to an end, he wondered what would come next. He followed Sonic through the park, the cobalt hedgehog already having an idea what they could do next.

''There! I don't remember those being here when Amy and I visited the park,'' Sonic pointed at several carnival game booths, each with their own games and prizes. He glanced at Shadow. ''Do you want to choose one?''

''I don't have a preference. You are the guide, and therefore, you should choose,'' Shadow replied curtly.

''Yeah, I know, but still, I'd like you to be the one to choose,'' Sonic insisted. The truth was, he wanted to learn more about Shadow, and getting him to decide what game to play would hopefully give him some insight. ''I'm willing to play any game.''

''Tch, any game, you say?'' Shadow rose an eyebrow, watching Sonic as he nodded eagerly. Shadow relented, glancing at the game booths. He wasn't familiar with carnival games, having never indulged into any of them, but if he was already going to play one, he wanted it to be the perfect choice. He could feel Sonic's curious gaze on him as they walked past the game booths, observing the people who'd participate in the games and trying to gauge whether the game would fitting for them or not.

Eventually, he came to a stop in front of a shooting gallery-type of game. Just like everything else in Twinkle Park, it was space-themed, utilizing a toy space gun with pellets that would be fired into paper targets looking like UFOs, each target having a point system ranging from 10 to 50. Next to the booth was a sign that explained the rules of the game – you would get a limited number of pellets and the prize you'd get would depend on your score. Intrigued, Shadow glanced at Sonic, his expression making it clear that this would be his choice, only to notice the knowing look Sonic was giving him, leaving him puzzled.

''You said you'd play any game I'd choose,'' Shadow responded, wondering why Sonic was looking at him like this. ''This is my choice.''

''I know, it's just that I find it interesting that you chose a game you'd have some experience with,'' Sonic replied, only for Shadow to sigh in exasperation when he realized what Sonic was referring to. Sure, he may have had experience with guns, having used them during the Black Arms Invasion, but it was only because he didn't really care what weapons he would use to fight them off. He made use of both G.U.N. and the Black Arms' resources at the time, having been fairly pragmatic in his approach, but despite being skilled in using weapons, he didn't utilize any kind of weapon since then, preferring to rely on his own powers and abilities, like Chaos Control and his super speed. It was something he was more comfortable with, leaving the use of weapons during a battle to Omega.

After talking for a moment to the vendor, who explained to them the rules in details and gave them their space guns, the game started. They had 10 pellets each, with Shadow deciding to waste one on testing out the space gun first. He still hit the target at 40 points, considering it a good start, and then started to aim as close to the 50 points mark as possible. Shot after shot, his score went up quickly 490 out of the 500 total points, as he proved himself once again a perfect marksman. He placed the space gun down, feeling satisfied despite not getting the full score due to wasting his earlier shot.

Shadow then glanced at Sonic, realizing that his rival's score was still at zero despite the fact that he used up nearly all of his ammo. Sonic was quite frustrated as he missed the target again, with Shadow noting just how pathetic his rival looked. He sighed.

''Your stance is wrong.''

Sonic suddenly froze when Shadow stepped behind him, grabbing his hands and placing them around the space gun properly, continuing with the lecture.

''This may be a toy gun, but you can still apply the same theory as with a real handgun. Hold it with your dominant hand and steady with your free hand.''

Sonic could feel Shadow's warm breath tickle his shoulder, his calm baritone voice so close to his ear leaving him breathless for a moment. There was a sense of anxiety and excitement growing within him, his heart pounding strongly in his chest. He could feel the dark hedgehog's fluffy chest fur pressing into his back, carefully avoiding his quills, and making his own heart only race faster.

''Face the target and stand with your shoulder-width apart. Take a step forward with your non-dominant foot to stagger your stance.''

Sonic was a quick learner, following is instructions while at the same trying to ignore the sense of fluttering in his stomach. He knew that Shadow was just trying to help him with his stance, but why did he feel like the dark hedgehog was hugging him from behind? And more importantly, why did Sonic wish that was the case? The cobalt hedgehog took a moment to collect himself as he tried to focus on Shadow's instructions.

''To aim, align the front sight with the rear sight until the target comes into focus. Pull the trigger slowly in one smooth, controlled motion.''

''Y-Yeah, I get it,'' Sonic replied, praying to every god-like being he knew that Shadow didn't notice just how flustered he felt or, more importantly, the reddish hue that spread across his fawn muzzle. Shadow then stepped back, allowing Sonic to take a deep breath and follow Shadow's earlier instructions, aiming the space gun and firing. To his relief, it hit the 20 points mark.

''Not bad for an amateur,'' Shadow said, with Sonic smiling awkwardly at the compliment. He then tried again, managing to hit the 40 points mark. Shadow whistled, looking impressed that Sonic improved so much between shots. In turn, Sonic felt quite proud of himself.

''I still prefer using a sword over a gun, though,'' Sonic said, setting the space gun down. The 60 points he got didn't earn him any prize, but he was fine with it.

Shadow, on the other hand, seemingly forgot that his own score earned him a prize, because he was startled when the vendor gave him a black cat with a red ribbon collar plush toy half his size.

''Congratulations on your prize,'' Sonic said as they walked away from the game booth, with Shadow looking a little lost, clearly not knowing what to do with it.

''Here, you take it.'' Sonic was startled when Shadow suddenly gave him the cat plushie. ''I have no use for it, so you can have it.''

Sonic at first wasn't sure what to make of it, only for a mischievous smile to form on his lips. ''Thanks, Shadow! Now, give me just a moment, I'll be back soon!'' He shoved the cat plushie back into Shadow's arms, leaving the dark hedgehog perplexed as Sonic disappeared in a flash of blue, going towards one of the game booths and returning after a few minutes with a dark blue and grey wolf plush toy that was the same size as the cat plushie. ''This one is for you!''

''But, I told you-'' Shadow attempted to protest, but Sonic quickly swapped their prizes, interrupting him.

''I think it's really cute that we get to gift each other something as a couple,'' Sonic said, holding the cat plushie in a way that showed the wristband while giving Shadow a seemingly innocent smile.

The dark hedgehog was left both flustered and annoyed at his rival's teasing, shooting a glare at Sonic. Even though his fierce gaze could intimidate anyone, it never worked on his rival, who was simply amused by the dark hedgehog's reaction. Shadow felt even more annoyed by this, but he knew that it wasn't so easy to rile Sonic up, the cobalt hedgehog being almost unflappable to any attempts at being antagonized. However, Shadow wasn't above playing Sonic's little game if he could secure a victory for himself. He knew that he could simply walk away from this whole situation, but he refused, allowing his stubborness to prevail this time. If Sonic was going to tease him about being a couple, then Shadow would commit to it.

Sonic was left bewildered when Shadow suddenly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers and leaving the cobalt hedgehog completely flustered as he processed what had happened.

''If you already want to call us a couple, then follow through with it,'' Shadow told him in a firm tone, leaving Sonic speechless. He had expected that Shadow would just express his frustration in some way, but he never thought that Shadow would treat his teasing with any kind of weight. Shadow stared at him for a moment, his ruby eyes gleaming in the light, while Sonic was silent, still trying to understand what had just happened. Shadow then tilted his head. ''If you have nothing to say, I believe that we should continue… Unless you want to leave.''

''N-No…'' Sonic muttered, with Shadow simply nodding and continuing to walk while his stunned rival followed him, still holding his hand tightly.

It took a bit for Sonic to snap out of his bewilderment, and he wondered if he may have gone too far with his teasing and that Shadow was trying to prove something. He wanted to assure his rival that he would be dropping this and move on, only to get caught off guard when he noticed that Shadow appeared to be rather at ease and content, as if none of this was affecting him at all. It left Sonic a little confused, and even though he'd usually go along with whatever was happening, his mind was overwhelmed with questions he wasn't sure he wanted answer to.

''Were there any other attractions you had visited?'' Shadow suddenly asked him, his kind and polite tone catching Sonic off guard. He was too used to his rival being cold and stand-offish, so this felt quite bizarre.

''There are, but… Now I'm wondering if you've been replaced by some kind of doppelgänger,'' Sonic said in a deadpan tone.

''Tch, you just keep underestimating me, Hedgehog,'' Shadow replied, furrowing a brow, with Sonic snorting as this response was more in the line of the tone he was used to hearing.

''Yeah, I guess I do,'' Sonic agreed, now genuinely curious of how this would turn out, especially that Shadow had taken the initiative, albeit while also taking Sonic's suggestions into consideration.

Having left their prizes at a locker, they ended up entering the Mirror House next, which consisted of a series of dark, tight corridors with mirrors instead of walls. They weren't the only ones inside, with other people walking through it, but the layout appeared to have been changed from what Sonic remembered, turning it more into a maze.

At first, Sonic was having fun making silly faces at his own reflection, but soon, he realized that he was seeing things that weren't there, like people who weren't the same corridor as he and Shadow were, and when he wanted to lean against what he thought was a mirror, he almost fell over as this turned out to be an actual room. Fortunately, Shadow managed to grab him by the arm before he could faceplant into the floor.

''You should be more careful,'' Shadow said. ''The mirrors had been placed in such a way to create optical illusions to confuse you.''

''Yeah, I figured. I just hope we'll find a way out without getting completely lost,'' Sonic said, only to raise an eyebrow when he saw Shadow extending his hand to him. He smirked. ''You really are insistent on holding hands.''

Shadow rolled his eyes, giving Sonic an exasperated look. ''The reason why I'm doing this is because the last thing I need is for you to get lost in this place. You can either accept it, or I'm leaving you behind.''

''You could leave me behind,… but we both know that you wouldn't do that,'' Sonic responded, giving Shadow a mischievous look, but he still grabbed his hand. After all, if they do get lost, Shadow could simply use Chaos Control to get them both out.

Shadow didn't bother to respond, not really wanting to admit that Sonic was correct, at least in this case. Instead, he focused on finding the right path through the mirror maze, having to stop a couple of times as he noticed his own reflection disappear, allowing them to move into another room. Unfortunately, the maze appeared to be much more deceptive than he had anticipated, with Shadow ending up leading them into a dead end. His mood soured, as he felt that he should've known better, with Sonic taking note of that.

''How about we return and find another path?'' he suggested, with Shadow following him back quietly. Sonic, determined to cheer him up, took charge as he led Shadow towards another corridor. ''You know, this place has become a real challenge, but I'm sure we can get out if we work together.''

Shadow hummed in thought, well aware that Sonic was right. The mirror maze could be quite confusing at times, so looking out for each other and working together would be the better option. He nodded, following Sonic's lead until they came to what seemed to be a split that led to two different rooms. Sonic scratched his head at first, unsure which path to take, but fortunately, Shadow stepped up, carefully observing the two paths before picking the one on the left. When Sonic gave him a questioning look, Shadow pointed at the other path.

''That's a two-way mirror,'' he explained.

''Wait, really?'' Sonic blinked in surprise, walking over to what he thought was another path, only for his hand to touch glass.

''I assume that they placed it here to leave visitors confused, but also direct them towards the correct path in case they walk into it,'' Shadow said.

''I guess that makes sense,'' Sonic replied, the two walking down the corridor and ending up facing a row of mirrors. They exchanged glances as there was no clear exit, only for Sonic to pull Shadow along as he gazed at the mirrors, spotting one that had no gleam, revealing it to actually be another path into a room. He glanced at Shadow, feeling quite satisfied that he found it, even more when he got a look of acknowledgement from his rival.

The two had slowly managed to make more progress through the maze, letting one or the other take over whenever they ran into what seemed to be a dead end and making sure neither would wander off too far and get lost. It took a while, but they finally managed to approach the gate leading to the exit, stepping outside.

''Finally, we got out!'' Sonic exclaimed in relief, stretching his arms and feeling the warm sunlight on his fur.

''I suppose it was a little challenging-'' Shadow started, only to get elbowed playfully by Sonic.

''Yeah, but we still got out because we worked together. I'd call this a huge accomplishment,'' he said, with Shadow raising an eyebrow, arms folded across his chest.

''Something is telling me that you're not talking about our experience at the attraction,'' he said. Sonic was about to respond, only for his stomach to growl, leaving him a little embarrassed. Shadow simply tilted his head, adding, ''Hungry?''

''Heh, I guess so,'' Sonic replied, rubbing the back of his head, only to blink in surprise when he saw Shadow extending his hand. ''Huh?''

''We'll go and find you a chili dog stand, considering how that appears to be the only food you eat,'' Shadow said, with Sonic rolling his eyes.

''Dude, I also eat other food besides chili dogs. I ate the breakfast you made,'' Sonic pointed out, his slight irritation amusing Shadow. Sonic then walked past him, hands placed on the back of his hand and leaving the dark hedgehog a little curious and confused. ''If we're going for a lunch break, you should also eat something.''

''I'm not hungry,'' Shadow replied, only for Sonic to grab his hand and giving him a firm look.

''Nope, don't care, you're also getting yourself some food,'' Sonic replied resolutely. ''You have said that you'd be looking out for me, and I'm saying now that I'll be looking out for you.''

''Even if it's over something simple like food?'' Shadow asked, his curiosity piqued.

''Even that,'' Sonic promised with a sincere smile.

xXx

Sonic hummed softly as he took note of the sky, which was slowly growing darker and darker. He and Shadow had spent most of the day exploring Twinkle Park and its other attractions, with Sonic enjoying the experience and even catching Shadow smiling a couple of times, feeling happy that his rival also found some joy in the activities they had participated in. Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end, with their final stop being the Ferris wheel. This was also when Shadow finally stopped their little couple act, letting go of Sonic hand, with Sonic feeling his heart sink a little.

''Don't even believe for a moment that this means anything. I have simply stepped up to your challenge,'' Shadow replied, back to his usual reserved and serious tone. Sonic faltered, giving Shadow an awkward smile.

''Yeah, yeah, I know… I brought this on myself by crossing the line,'' Sonic replied dryly, sighing as he gazed ahead at the orange and purple sky, the first stars already appearing. He then smiled. ''Still, I really liked seeing that side of you. Maybe you could show it more often.''

''Bring that up again and I'll throw you off this ride,'' Shadow growled, shooting Sonic a glare.

''Aaaand the Shadow I know is back. At least I can say for sure now that you weren't replaced by some kind of imposter,'' Sonic responded in a snarky tone, earning a frown from Shadow, but no threat followed. Both then remained silent as their cart rose high above Twinkle Park, with Sonic leaning back as he stared at the dark sky, now dotted with shining stars. He grinned, turning to Shadow. ''Still, thank you for everything.''

''Why are you thanking me? Nothing significant had happened,'' Shadow replied in a dismissive tone. Sonic shook his head.

''You have stayed with me this whole and even went along with the whole couple thing, even though you could've easily left. I'm impressed that you went so far,'' Sonic replied, giving him a sheepish look, catching a glimpse of a tiny smile that involuntarily formed on Shadow's lips, only to vanish a moment later.

''I know that you are capable of being much more obnoxious than this, so I'm willing to tolerate your presence a little longer,'' Shadow replied. ''Besides, sometimes the things you say are worth listening to.''

''What do you mean?'' Sonic rose an eyebrow, wondering whether this was another backhanded compliment.

''I thought that what you had said about Perfect Chaos was quite intriguing. You had recognized his pain and sought a different solution when everyone else already gave up on him,'' Shadow replied. Sonic smiled.

''Oh, that. I just said what was on my mind at that time. Y'know, stating the obvious,'' he replied in a casual tone. ''Perfect Chaos was only a danger to everyone because of his anger, and I figured if he calmed down, things would be fine.''

''I see. I wonder if there are more stories like this one,'' Shadow said, staring ahead at the dark sky.

''I guess that, if you stay with me long enough, you might hear another one,'' Sonic replied, smiling at Shadow contently. Even if he didn't admit it, he hoped that the dark hedgehog would be able to be in his presence without the cause for it being some sort of challenge or necessity caused by an outside force.

Shadow glanced at him for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the stars in the sky, having to admit that Sonic had a way to convince him to go along with his ideas, no matter how annoying or foolish they were. It was a quite unusual for him to participate in an activity that was clearly out of his comfort zone, but he didn't hate it. As stated before, Sonic offered him a challenge and he accepted it, nothing more and nothing less. He was here because of his own curiosity and stubborness, as well as the desire to escape from his nightmares.

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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)

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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."

[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.”

Next Story

Previous Story

[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

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

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.