#bluebird's words

[humanmorph]

Day 5 - Waking Up

My favorite sentence is: "The day she knew she was very old, she was suddenly filled with happiness that years ago, she had gotten that tattoo of a -

shoutout to Figure A forever <3 i was so so happy to see them show back up in pzn my favourite minor npc previously only featured in 10 minutes of one episode

[loverboybrightsideghost]

dare i say…my otp

[snake-bytez]

fuck it, I'm qsmp rambling

Hi hello have you ever considered that maybe Jaiden did have connections to the Federation? Well you obviously do now. (it's a long ramble so I'm cutting the more line here to stop timeline spam)

Have you thought about how the codes turning into eggs to trick the residents might be important? Of course you do.

Do you remember when the Federation took all the eggs, said they returned them safely despite the cracks? Have you noticed that only Jaiden (and I think Roier as well bc he heard Jaiden say it) said "Oh you're hatching!" about Bobby while everyone else panicked that their eggs were hurt instead?

Have you maybe thought... The Federation took the eggs for some extra purpose outside panicking the island residents? All these vastly different personalities in so many entities while the Federation itself is so... Same-y? The code is acknowledged, but ignored by the Federation early on. They show hints that they know about it, they show signs of not attempting to stop it.

Is the code an experiment?

What about the connection of the capybaras being codes? Showing extra personality specifically for the people they were meant to connect to?

Each egg has their own individual personality, shaped and molded to fit the child role each pair needed to be able to show parental instinct to their egg.

It got tough when they assigned 1 egg to a whole group rather than a pair though. Richarlyson started out seemingly overstimulated and "cowardly", but his personality developed over time to fit the needs of the Brazilian residents, those of which the Federation had no idea how they were until they landed.

Now one of them is President.

Pomme was about the same with the French residents. While there was a more upfront personality shown, it was only the start until Pomme started going on more adventures with everyone. The French residents are more banded together because of Pomme.

I would say it would be the same with everyone else with their eggs, however a lot of the pairs don't stick together like they used to when they first got their eggs. The first group was the test run.

Pomme and Richas are a 2.0 of the egg experiment.

That's all it was and all it will be. An experiment. To see how the residents protect those they see as their kids. To see the lengths they will go for the betterment of the eggs. But only the eggs. Not each other.

When Bobby died, Jaiden and Roier were tasked with bringing together their friends to go on a mission together. When they were brought together, Cucurucho looked at everyone and asked "Why aren't you satisfied" with all the friends they had, why would they go through death over and over just for one egg that was deemed as dangerous by so many residents? How was something so dangerous so loved?

How was Cucurucho so hated?

When the Federation strives for Perfection, they don't make it themselves, they seek it out and mimic it.

Cucurucho became friendlier to Jaiden, Jaiden who had connections to everyone and made everybody excited by just existing during an event. Jaiden, who lost Bobby and went through great lengths just to hear that he is dead and to say goodbye. Jaiden, who hid away and lied and eavesdropped and drowned and died and died and- and sang and sat there at her treehouse watching the sunset each ending day as a promise to her fallen "son".

Jaiden, who has been nothing but kind to Cucurucho. Jaiden who wasn't creeped out by the Federation telling her to enjoy the island, who didn't mock them when they said it, who wholeheartedly said she shall enjoy the island and hopes Cucurucho does as well.

Who took time out of her day to make her home a happier place for Cucurucho, to give him gifts, to make him a garden, to spend time with him, get to know him, outright ask him if she was in the right to trust him while everyone else instantly hates him and only does what he says with a background of malicious intent against the Federation.

Jaiden. Jaiden was the perfect one. And Jaiden was the one who would listen. And Jaiden was the one who could fix the rogue experiment. And Jaiden-

Jaiden was the key they needed. Jaiden knew what personality was needed to have everyone like her, even when she "went behind their backs" and did tasks for Cucurucho.

Jaiden was the perfect drone. Jaiden was the perfect employee. Jaiden was a perfect Federation.

Jaiden was what they were looking for when they tried to find perfection in the Eggs, in the residents, in the Federation. Jaiden was what they needed to be the best they could ever be.

It made it easier that Jaiden will listen, will sit there and watch and listen and see the Federation. Wholly believing that she is important, that she is here to help her friends, to help the children that look up to her, and to help Cucurucho...

Do you see where I'm going? I sure hope so because this is all over the place haha

Jaiden has ties to the Federation in the way that everybody has ties to the Federation. It's just that she stopped to listen and know how she is connected to the Federation. She's the only one who pieced together that the capybaras may be codes, that the codes were evolving, a hint to the code masking as eggs that happened later on. She is the only one to question the duck more than others, because we know Cucurucho, but we don't know the duck.

We know Cucurucho, but we don't know the duck.

The duck, who seems to have the highest power shown currently. We don't know who's above him. We just know that he speaks about the Federation Employees as if they're a lower rank. The duck, who could be at the top. The duck, who's image is very connected to Quackity in general. The duck, in the same Federation that took Quackity mysteriously and nobody has done anything about it. Where ElQuackity appeared out of nowhere, running for President, endorsing the Federation (where a big theory is Q got reset and sent out as ElQ to disrupt the election process)

What happened if ElQ wasn't executed? And what happened if ElQ was elected? Would that mean full power for the Federation?

But now I'm just spewing theories.

Take this as you will, make whatever sense you can with it. I just needed to write something and tumblr ramble time it goes. I definitely did not do this to the fullest as I wanted, but oh well. Whatever.

[daemonism-culture-is]

adhd brainfog daemonism culture is only being able to tell exactly what your daemon's saying through writing

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[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Sometimes I listen to a famous guy sing/talk and I go “Oh! I sound just like him!” But then I listen to a recording of myself for comparison, and I become aware of the soul-crushing reality that I’m a mezzo and not a baritone.

[bluebird-lake]

oxford dictionary im afraid theres a whole new dimension to this word now

[vmaddesso]

“…As if we were children. As if it were the first time. As if we were sunflowers…”

A new short memoir piece of mine in The Bluebird Word…

[ruki--mukami]

💗 (@bluebird-dolly-bride)

“Do it for me, pleeease~”

Send in 💗 for me to use a love meter to check the compatibility of our muses.

"What's with that pleading look on your face, Cassandra? Are you truly so interested in an arbitrary number to define our relationship? Well, if it'll get you to stop with that strange expression, then fine."

Utterly bewildered at the sight, Ruki could've sworn he saw a catlike visage rather than the usual puppy dog eyes with which one would beg. Shaking his head in disbelief, the compatibility result appeared, much to the Vampire's surprise.

"Something special... 'Flawless,' even," he rolled his eyes at the superficial descriptor. "Don't make me laugh. A generator couldn't possibly come to such a conclusion based on first glance only. In the words of 'God,' no less. Deities don't exist, so that's how you know this compatibility test likes to humor its participants with cloying lies. Although, I suppose we do share many of the same yet differing values and pastimes with one another. From our shared time in the library, to the thrill of learning new things. On a surface level, that could be viewed as 'perfect,' but a truly harmonious pair encourages growth in one another. Stay around long enough, and you may find yourself stagnating—no, descending—far from what can be deemed as 'love.' Perhaps this love meter and I aren't so different after all—demonstrating our love in the form of lies upon lies, upon lies..."

[raitrolling]

Sharle! Velour! Favorite thing about Jamie GO!!!!

"3r, this is v3ry sudd3n so I 4m not pr3p4r3d 4t 4ll, but..."

=> You pause and try to think of an answer, gesturing vaguely with one hand at the same time.

"I gu3ss h3 is, 3r... H3 is just v3ry J4mi3? Lik3, 3r... You know 3x4ctly who h3 is, I think. V3ry liv3ly 4nd funny, 4nd, 3r, h3 r34lly lik3s l34rning 4bout th3 things I lik3."

=> That's the jist of it. You can't really put it into words properly, but you also like how much he cares about you as a person and not just for the things you do. The way he sees past the image you're supposed to present publicly and likes the more genuine parts of you that most people ignore. He told you recently that he feels safe around you, and you think you feel the same around him as well. There's no pressure to be anyone but yourself.

"・°♢ Oh, well, there's many things I loVe about my moirail, since he is quite simply a delight! He is Very thoughtful and considerate of others, and also Very funny! Although, I do tend to end up the butt of the jokes sometimes, but I know he is just playing around, haha. ♢°・"

"・°♢ He's also, well, Very realistic and good at helping me think things through in a more logical manner. I know I haVe a tendency to, ah... Stress too much about the little things, or make hasty decisions because I'm trying to do damage control, and he's good at reminding me to take a step back and reconsider my choices. He's been a huge help in that way, and I do owe him quite a lot! ♢°・"

"・°♢ And, ah... He might not want me saying this out loud because he likes to portray himself as otherwise, but I do think he is Very kind. I know he cares a lot more about others than he shows, and I think it's really sweet of him to do that. ♢°・"

[battle-subway-ghost]

"Alolan ninetales... They're graceful, beautiful, but also very powerful Pokemon. Make for a very tricky opponent in battles. My rival back in Galar has one, too. He's very similar to one now that I think about it." That is the epitome of g a y

-bluebird

DID YOU FORGET THE PART WHERE I CALLED THEM ANNOYING LITTLE SHITS?!

[itsallloveandcirclesnow]

if i were a flower i hope to be a happy little daisy.

if i were an animals i hope to be a melodious bluebird in the trees.

if i were a color i hope it to be orange, so i can be bright and fiery but subtle.

and if i could be anything i hope to be loved as love is spoken in fairy tales and bedtime stories. to be loved unconditionally and without an end. and if i could have anything it would be someone to love in that way.

hrk

[elizacarlsonwrites]

I performed the title track from my album Ghost Town at an open mic at the Bluebird Cafe recently (still can't really believe that actually happened - what an exciting time!!!), and since it was officially the second time I'd ever performed any of my own original songs in front of people I wanted to capture that moment forever - so "Ghost Town (Live from the Bluebird Cafe)" is out on my YouTube channel now!!! ✨ Watch it here!

[amodernpersephone]

YOU?????? WROTE WHAT

welp. it was a good run boys. (BOLTS OUT THE DOOR AS FAST AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE)

[rafey-baby]

forbidden fruit

Once upon a time there was a princess and a hunter...

snow white!reader x hunter!rafe

c/w: mentions of violence (he holds a knife to her throat & threatens to kill her), her being a naive sheltered princess, him being slightly suggestive? also if it’s not obvious this is *loosely* based on the story of snow white, 18+ mdni!

wc: 3k

ahh the first part is here xx

part two & moodboard

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“Do you have a favorite flower?”  

The quietness that follows makes her wonder if the brooding man alongside her had heard her question at all.   

She’s not entirely certain why the queen had been so adamant that this grumpy huntsman was to accompany her on this peculiar evening walk, when she’s never even uttered a word to him before— doesn’t even know his name.   

When she’d asked why they had to go so suddenly and after the sunset had already colored the skyline with its cherry tinge, he’d merely muttered something along the lines of ‘following Her Majesty’s orders’.   

She’s well aware of her stepmother’s disdain for her, never quite understanding why her father had married such a cold woman to begin with. However, it has never been in her wishes to upset her any further than she apparently does by simply existing, which is why she’d quietly agreed without much resistance— even if the request had seemed rather strange to her.       

“Uh…I dunno, they all sort of look the same to me, Your Highness,” the sudden rumble interrupts her thoughts.   

“Oh,” she’s slightly taken aback by the gravel in his tone, offering him her own answer nonetheless. “I love daisies.”

“Right,” he mumbles out; mind apparently lost somewhere else entirely as he keeps leading her deeper and deeper into the grim, bleak woods. With every step she takes, the leafy trees begin to turn into something impending, sinister— their slender branches beginning to resemble bony fingers, merely waiting for the right moment to latch onto her and claw at her arms.  

Therefore, she’d much rather hear his voice instead of this daunting lull in their conversation (if she could even call it that). Unfortunately, what she’s gathered from their brief interactions so far, is that the preferred topic of discussion for a man— a hunter like him, is silence. 

And that’s something the murky forest around them is already far too generously presenting her with; this late into the day not even the bluebirds chirp their delightful melodies to make the eerily serene atmosphere of this prolonged journey of theirs a little less dreadful.  

“What’s, um, what’s your name?” she attempts to have him speak some more.   

“Rafe,” he merely offers her a fleeting glance; as if it’s the most tedious thing in the world to even utter out his own name to her.  

Rafe. 

Upon further observation of the rugged lines of his face, she decides it suits him. What doesn’t suit him, however, is the ever-present scowl staining his (rather handsome) features. It’s almost as if something is tormenting him, acidic, putrid on his tongue.  

“Is something wrong?” she questions next, him being vague on purpose not exactly soothing her concerns regarding this entirely too ominous trip.  

They’ve been strolling along some path he apparently has in his mind for quite some time now, at this point nearly reaching the very core of the vast forest that surrounds the entirety of the kingdom.  

“Everything’s fine,” his tone is gruff— a heavy palm on the small of her back nudging her forward when she momentarily halts her movements.   

“Do we have to go so far? M’getting cold,” she complains because even if the palace hasn’t felt like home ever since her dear father’s passing, she wants nothing more now than to return to the thermal fireplace and silky sheets in her bedchamber.

All of a sudden, the snapping of a branch somewhere close causes her to flinch. 

In tandem, they both turn towards the noise as it transforms into foreboding rustling of leaves and something akin to footfall against the muddy ground; forcing a shiver to crawl under her skin.   

She’s beginning to prepare herself to face some gruesome monster when out of the blue, the smallest white-tailed deer she’s ever laid her eyes upon, pokes its head from behind a tree trunk.   

She gasps in adoration; tiptoeing closer to the trembling animal before crouching down.   

“Hello there. Why are you here all by yourself?” she asks with a tender coo— mindfully reaching a hand out to pet its ruffled head.  

Seemingly liking her, it takes a careful step towards her in a moment of bravery; teddy bear eyes curious.   

“Well, aren’t you adorable? I wish I had something for you to eat but I don’t,” she croons out as it nestles its slobbery nose into the hollow of her hand, when all at once, its button eyes dilate and its fleecy ears lift up in alarm.  

“Wha—” she doesn’t have the time to finish her sentence before it’s hurriedly scrambling away from her and disappearing into the viridescent foliage in the blink of an eye.   

She looks over her shoulder to locate the source of such horror, coming face-to-face with a gleaming blade and Rafe’s threatening eyes fixed on her suddenly immobile form.   

“What are you—” her words wither away on her frightened tongue when he abruptly brings the hunting knife to her throat—terror wrapping around her like yarn, tautening around her organs and making her helpless heart thump against her ribcage in a state of hysteria. 

“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be, alright? I promise I’ll make it quick,” he sounds determined, her unnerved eyes rounding out. 

“Rafe, you don’t— you don’t have to do this,” she manages out before she feels the harsh edge cut into her delicate skin just the slightest bit— a droplet of crimson trickling down her neck and towards her heaving chest.  

His gaze tracks the rivulet as it dribbles down all the way into her cleavage; leaving a scarlet trail to stain her skin in its wake as her pounding head begins to spin. 

She sits there on the forest floor, unmoving and unable to properly suck in air through her lungs as trepidation slithers itself into the crevices of her bones; merging into her marrow and turning her limbs into icebound liquid. 

“You think I want to?” he mutters out through his teeth.   

“I— I don’t understand...why are you doing this?” she squeaks out when he squeezes the handle in his fist— seemingly torn between two alternatives yanking him into separate directions, their claws scraping at both of his arms.  

“Cause the queen wants your heart on a platter n’ I’m supposed to be doin’ what Her Majesty tells me to, yeah?” he spits out the title as if it’s rotten; as if it’s tasted acrid in his mouth for a long while now.   

“My heart? Why would she want my heart?” she asks with something akin to hurt in her voice; not realizing her stepmother’s hatred towards her branched as far as wanting her dead.   

“Cause she’s lost her fuckin’ mind,” he huffs out; still tightly gripping onto the weapon. “...but then you look at me with those fuckin’ eyes and how am I— how am I supposed to…kill that?” he rambles more to himself than her, making her brows knit together even further.  

“You don’t— you don’t have to, you can let me go and I’ll— I’ll hide in the forest,” she suggests, voice wavering.  

“And freeze to death?” he scoffs.  

“I thought you wanted me dead?” she sounds disconcerted.  

“I don’t want you dead!” his volume is as clamorous as thunder, frustrated.   

“But you’re holding a knife to my throat?” her voice trembles; the frigid steel still imprinting her skin.  

“Yeah, cause I’m supposed to fuckin’ kill you, alright?”  

“I…I don’t understand,” her tone is a muted whisper and at last, he loosens his hold on the knife— a faint thud echoing in the space between them as it hits the soil covered in moss. 

Then, he’s shaking his head, seemingly exasperated with the girl before him. “Talkin’ to fuckin’ deers n’ shit. I mean, who the hell does that?”   

“I…I do? They’re my friends, why wouldn’t I talk to them?” she bats her lashes at him, seemingly confused out her innocent little mind. 

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he lets out bitter scoff. “Now tell me, what am I supposed to do with you, hm?”   

“You’re not going to…” she swallows the rest of the words— too vile, brutal for her to say out loud.   

“Since you’re makin’ it so fuckin’ hard, no,” he lets out a displeased breath before presenting his palm for her to hold onto.  

“Get up,” he orders, nearly glaring at her.  

“Oh, um, thank you,” she blinks up at his frowning countenance, gingerly grasping onto his much bigger hand and letting him lift her up with ease.  

“Right, uh, why don’t we get you somewhere warm, yeah? You must be freezin’ only wearin’ that dress,” he clears his throat when he notices a tremor rattling through her in tandem with a frosty breeze sweeping past them.  

Taken aback by his sudden concern over her well-being, she merely stands there with a blank expression before he flits his eyes over to hers; seemingly expecting a response. 

“Oh, um...I think— I think I saw a cottage on our way here,” hesitation tinges her suggestion.  

“You did? Where?”  

“It was, um…” she pads along the faint traces of their original route she had sidetracked from in order to greet the baby deer— his heavy footsteps following close behind.   

“There,” she points her index finger towards a small hut partly hidden away behind old, lush trees. 

When they step onto the threshold, she softly knocks on the mahogany door decorated with intricate swirls and designs embedded into the wood.   

“Hello? Would it be possible if we could come in to warm up a little bit? It’s terribly cold out here,” she politely asks.   

However, they’re not granted any sort of a reply.   

“I don’t think anyone’s home,” Rafe notes as he peers through the windows into the unlit interior, before trying his luck and pushing down the handle.  

To both of their surprise, the door is unlocked.   

“Rafe! We can’t just break into someone’s home,” she scolds him with wide eyes.   

“S’not breakin’ in if the door’s open,” he merely shrugs before cautiously stepping inside— having to duck his head since the roof is hanging far too low for his tall figure.   

He looks around the compact space, as if to make sure they truly are alone, before glancing over his shoulder at her still tentative form shivering in the doorway. “What are you waitin’ for? Come in. Unless you wanna get sick standin’ out there?”   

She feels guilt eat away at her soul when she gingerly steps inside the cozy cabin, feeling far too much like an intruder, even if Rafe doesn’t seem all that bothered by entering a complete stranger’s place of residence without permission.  

“Shit, why are these chairs so small?” he complains when the wooden stool creaks under his weigh; threatening to crack as he lights up some candles he found— the walls soon bathing under the burnt-orange flames.    

“Maybe we should go somewhere else,” she suggests meekly.   

“S’not like we have options to choose from,” he points out; stretching his big arms over his head in an attempt to get comfortable.  

“You’re right...I’m sure whoever lives here will understand we needed a place to stay, right?” she tries to convince herself in hopes of brushing her worries under the rug.  

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Let’s see if they have anything to eat around here,” he dismisses her as he stands tall on his feet once more, before he’s opening and closing the cabinets and cupboards in a search for food.  

“Why do they have so many fuckin’ apples in here?” he mindlessly questions when he sees a pile of the red fruit hiding behind one door.  

“Oh, I could make you an apple pie?” 

He turns to look at her beaming with that sudden grand idea of hers.  

“Uh, m’not sure if that’s…”  

“Do you not like them?” she sounds nearly concerned, as if not liking apple pies should be considered a crime in the fairytale world inside her skull.   

“Nah, I do, I just— shouldn’t we be comin’ up with some plan to keep you safe n’ shit? And not bakin’ pies. We don’t really have all the time in the world before the queen finds out you’re alive,” he mutters out. 

“Well, I don’t know about you but I can’t think with an empty stomach. And, um, it would also be a thank you for you sparing my life,” she timidly looks up at him. 

He clears his throat at that, seemingly surprised by her sentimentality; feeling unworthy of the gratitude she’s so willingly offering him. “Right, yeah, uh, alright. Well, you do that and I’ll go get us some firewood or somethin’, yeah?”  

“That sounds perfect,” she smiles.  

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -   

Later, when he returns to the cottage, the saccharine smell of oven-baked apples instantaneously whirls around him— holding him in a cinnamon-scented embrace and dragging a grumble from his stomach.   

“Oh, you’re back just in time!” she exclaims as she sets down two porcelain plates for them.  

“I might’ve went a little overboard with the cinnamon but I hope you don’t mind?” she asks while cutting through the steaming pie that’s making him practically drool.   

“Uh, nah, I…love cinnamon,” he murmurs, not sure why he just said that since he doesn’t particularly even like cinnamon. However, he’s certain that nothing that smells like that could possibly taste bad.  

“Really? Me too!”  

He thinks this is the first time he’s seen her eyes glitter in that way; as if he’s just single-handedly hung the moon or professed his undying love for her. It makes something unfamiliar poke at his insides— scratching at his organs and begging to be let out. However, he decides not to pay it any mind as he sits down on the kitchen chair that’s still entirely too tiny for him.   

“Do you like it?” she asks with her gaze glued to his expression when he takes his first bite. She hasn’t even touched her own slice; opting to stare at him instead and momentarily, he wonders why she’s so eager to please him.   

“This might just be the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” he can’t help but groan out loud in response to the luscious flavors practically melting on his tongue.  

She swallows at that, mind seemingly stuck somewhere else entirely before she softly clears her throat. “You, um, you think so?”   

“Uh huh,” he hums out with delight before shoving another forkful of softened apple pieces and golden-brown crust into his mouth— a smirk soon blossoming on his face when he catches on to the double entendre of his mindless compliment that apparently turned her all shy.     

“Someone’s got a dirty mind,” he chuckles, mocking her.   

“I…” she opens and then closes her mouth like a goldfish. “I do not—”   

“Alright, you caught me. Second best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth,” he decides to toy with this sweet little princess some more, for some reason wants to see her all flustered; in some crooked way enjoys having an effect on her.   

“Um, right…yeah,” she stumbles over her words; eyes flickering towards her plate as she finally digs into her own portion.   

He’s all too preoccupied grinning at the way she’s avoiding his gaze when out of the blue, the sight of a bed peeking through the slightly ajar bedroom door catches his attention.  

And it’s not so much the piece of furniture that halts his chewing and makes a crease form between his brows, but more so the size of it. It forces his feet to move on their own accord to the room where he’s met with six more beds— just as minuscule as the first one.  

At that, he wonders if he really was so caught up with the princess that his brain couldn’t fit the very clear pieces together any earlier.   

“Oh shit, I think I know these guys n’ I don’t think they’ll be too happy to see me here when they get back,” he mutters while padding back towards the kitchen. 

“What do you mean?” concern paints over her features.   

“Nah, nothin’ just…uh, they don’t like me very much, so we gotta leave. I mean, they probably won’t mind you bein’ here all that much. They’re probably real friendly if you don’t piss them off like I have,” he scratches at the back of his head.      “What did you do?”  

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Uh, I have this cabin for when I’m hunting, but s’not very close. Think we should be safe there for tonight though. Unless you wanna stay here?”   

“No, I wanna go with you. I— I don’t want to stay here alone,” she’s quick to answer. 

“You sure?” he raises his brows.  

She nods.   

“Yeah? S’probably gonna be a few hours on foot. Think you can walk for that long in the woods, princess?” he asks next, his cadence turning into something playful.   

“Of course I can. I have two healthy legs,” she sounds almost offended. 

“I can see that,” an entertained smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “And you’re not scared of the dark either?” he adds, almost as if testing her.  

“Of course not,” she lies through her teeth— eliciting a humored chuckle from him.  

“Mm. Could’ve sworn you were getting a little jumpy on our way here, but must’ve imagined it, right?” he drawls out, eyes narrowing in a challenge. 

“Yeah…” she doesn’t give in, a smile beginning to pull at her lips to match his own; neither of them seeming to mind when something feather-light takes the place of the once leaden ambience between them. 

Momentarily, she wonders why she’d never talked to this strangely captivating hunter before— his blue velvet eyes nearly entrancing, compelling her into an incantation she seems to unconsciously gravitate towards.   

However, the spell is soon broken when he takes a step closer to her, leaning over towards the table to blow off the flickering blaze of the candles— a dusky obscurity dancing around them once more. 

[cuppajj]

Neo beasts x reader head cannons? 🥺

You know what anon? Just for you

Beast Ancients AU - Neo Beasts x Reader Headcanons

Congratulations! Someway somehow you’ve attracted the attention—and affection—of the Neo beasts. How do each treat you?

Saint Vanilla Cookie

This implies that he’s decided not to purify you out of his intense compassion. In fact, he’s settled for something arguably much worse: saving you for last, so you can witness his deliverance.

You’re his lamb, his bluebird, and he never lets you forget how blessed you are to be one of his

He’s gentle in almost every way. Voice, touch, words. He especially likes cupping your cheek and cooing sweet little things. Sometimes they’re laced with dark promises

On his orders, the Lambs of Penance are your personal servants and won’t let any harm befall you. Cream Wafer speaks to you respectfully, but you can hear a little envy in his voice

Saint pays attention to every little detail you have, the things you like, and your wishes. He wants to see you at your happiest because a tainted soul as yourself should never feel sad. He’ll wipe your tears away

But don’t assume he’s perfect; he’s far from. Saint stays true to his personal promise that you will be safe and happy and alive until the day he finally saves you, and that means that any potential threat to you will be dealt with by his lambs. If he thinks something will taint your soul further, he’ll be sure that it’ll never have the chance.

In fact, why don’t you stay with him? In his timeless kingdom, amongst his loyal followers and all the orchids that will watch over you. It’s the closest you’ll be to the light.

Make no mistake, saint is two steps away from being a yandere. He just wouldn’t get his hands dirty, and he would never change to that typical yandere-ish behavior. The oh so benevolent saint just wants to see you safe, and if that safety is under his wings, so be it…

Dragonberry Cookie

As the Beast of Pride, the way she loves is bold and loud. She will make it known to you that she loves you pretty quickly.

While she throws parties pretty frequently already, you’ll be center stage at a lot of them with her as she makes you dance together and drinks herself stupid with a bunch of glasses poured your way as well.

If you’re the shy type, expect to be embarrassed or put in big social situations a lot since she’s a massive extrovert who would bring you along to things. Outside of parties and other events of the sort, she would also love for you to watch her spar with Wildberry and her other soldiers

She’ll also give you lots of gifts

She does have a pretty big ego though, so she expects praise and validation from you. Compliments, acts of service, things that assure her you’re not just mooching off of what she gives you. If she thinks you’re not being grateful, she’ll get bitter and confront you about it, which will or won’t go well depending on how well you can prove your point to her

She’ll kill for you 100%. She might even do it in front of you. If you get messed up from that? It’s okay! You’ll get over it in no time.

Despite all this she does respect your boundaries, she’ll give you space if you’re vocal about it. She disappears on occasions and comes back covered in battle wounds and jam anyway.

You know about Pitaya locked up in her basement but you know not to touch them, let alone try and free them if you’re hero enough. She might just have to punish you for that if she catches you doing something you shouldn’t. Don’t worry though, it’s just this once, because you’ll surely never try anything again, right?

Big hugger, her love language is touch so expect hugs and kisses and mandatory cuddle sessions. Honestly if you’re just as messed as her then she’s a pretty solid lover

Frigid Cacao Cookie

It’s hard to tell he cares for you because he’s so distant, even from you.

You’re allowed into the throne room without summons, but the furthest into it you can go is to the foot of his throne. Like everyone else in the citadel, you’re not allowed to touch him.

Your days in the citadel are quiet. The outside is cold but the hallways and your room are warm, the latter always supplied to the brim with what you need.

Tiny licorice creatures slink in and out of your peripheral vision, watching you curiously. Sometimes they slink up to you, purring and chittering, and some might even be balancing trays of food, warm towels, clothes, or other things on their heads. Little do you know that Cacao has been ordering them to take care of you

While he doesn’t forbid you from leaving the kingdom, he’ll want you to come back to him one way or another. Ideally on your own, but one of the licorice oozes that have been watching you since you left could also bring you back.

You might see him out and about on rare occasions, and he might look at you. On even rarer occasions he might ask about your well being

The only thing he’s strict about is that you absolutely cannot attract attention from the other neobeasts, especially Saint Vanilla. The beast of Penance is already curious about learning what things make Cacao go soft; he does not need to learn about you.

Also don’t bring up Choco, he has a reaction to it

Celestial Cheese Cookie

Pampers you. Pampers you and pampers you and pampers you and pampers you

Thinks you’re the sweetest little thing and pinches your cheeks and everything

She’d be more than happy to show herself off, as well as all of her achievements. She gives you treasures from her conquests regularly

She’s similar to Dragonberry though where she expects praise, but unlike her she doesn’t get as angry. She doesn’t see her gift giving as a transactional thing, she does it because she can. You just gotta tell her how wonderful she is

The oases are a popular spot for her to bring you for food and refreshments, cared for by gold-adorned servants as she gushes over the grand vision for her kingdom. She’s honestly quite excitable and loves talking about herself and her plans.

Pay no mind to the scans that are run on you while you sleep, or the diagnostics of your information that run deep in her servers. She doesn’t think it’ll need to happen soon, but she’s planning to put you in a sarcophagus and hook you into her virtual world to make you live forever. She’s not going to let something else she cares about go.

Midnight Lily Cookie

The tamest one honestly

Unlike the others, she sees you as an equal. She knows your personal space and doesn’t encroach on it too much or too little, makes sure you’re well cared for and healthy, and keeps you safe. She also lets you leave and trusts you to take care of yourself. Being Beast of Sovereignty, she encourages the people under her to do whatever they please within their allegiance to her, and this includes you.

She’ll play the harp for you and ask you how she did

You also get lots of gifts and compliments from the other faeries for being the lover of their queen

She does have preferences though. She likes honesty and expects you to keep promises, she prefers if you do something for her in exchange for her doing something for you, and to not question her motive and means to take down her other half. She will get very defensive with you and shut down the conversation pretty fast

The flora in the silver kingdom bloom to their fullest around you both, but when Lily is upset with you, they curl or bud as you pass by them.

Speaking of chlorokinesis, get used to seeing her show no mercy with her plants. Unlike Dragonberry though, she’ll do her best to help you if the sight of bodies skewered on flower stems is too much. Maybe stick to the heart of the kingdom for your own good, where you’re less likely to see how the rest of Beast Yeast challenge her kingdom.

She has a whole bunch of rules set up when Saint visits. While she’d encourage not being with him at all, if you really want to see him, she made it expressly clear to him that he cannot purify you.