#but birds are so cool and based and lovely did you guys know that did you know birds are so so so awesome

[ratgingi]

i love birdsssss what the FUCK i love birdes

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love Part 2

It’s hard to listen to Eddie talk about this guy the same way Steve wished he did about him. Eddie, already so full of life and words, doesn’t seem to need to take a breather between his praises.

“Can’t believe this guy is actually into me, did you see him? Oh my god!” He groans and smacks his palms against the steering wheel, literally bouncing in his seat.

The van swerves a bit to the left.

“He’s just my type, too. Those eyes, prettiest eyes that have ever graced human existence, and they were looking at me. Me! Wow! The darkest green— I don’t think there’s any precious stone that can compare actually.”

He beams at him and Steve’s traitorous heart still flutters like a wounded bird helplessly flapping its broken wing. Eddie is smiling so hard his cheeks must hurt, eyes crinkled at the corners and teeth on full display.

Steve will close his eyes at night and replay these words, pretending that this excitement and instant adoration is about him. That Eddie’s love-struck smile is for him.

“And, to top it off, he’s a geek. A fucking nerd. He actually knows DnD! What are the chances, Stevie? I’m no religious man, but an angel must have heard mine desperate pleas.”

His name is Adiel, Eddie’s perfect guy.

Steve spends that night feeling the need to cry, the hurt is right there at the base of his throat refusing to spill.

Steve kind of wishes he did, maybe letting everything out would leave him feeling empty instead impossibly full of heartache.

Adiel is blond, a dirty blonde that means he must’ve had light locks as a kid. Face slim and cheek bones prominent, but his features are soften by button nose. Maybe Eddie is right, he looks like the angels depicted in stained church windows, but whereas angels are depicted in white, Adiel wore exclusively black.

He wasn’t decorated in rings and chains like Ed, only a few silver piercings in his ears and a couple on his lips. But it was evident they had much in common, even just by looks. More than Steve could ever say about him and Eddie.

Over the next couple of weeks they share their music, intrinsically understanding what it means to one another.

Getting it.

Getting it the way that Steve never could, even with hours of Eddie breaking it down for him. Maybe Steve never understood, but he loved those moments shared between them. Wonders if Adiel cherishes those moments too. If he takes it for granted.

They share everything with each other and Steve hears every little detail gushed between sickly sweet sighs. He’s trying to be a good friend, to listen and share Eddie’s happiness, but something inside him grows bitter. Angry. He hates feeling this way.

“I met his friends already, they’re a really cool bunch. I really think you guys would get along. They know all the best spots for people like us. There’s a whole world out there, Stevie—“

Stevie. His breath stutters.

“Of people like us with places for us. We could take Robin and Vicky and be surrounded by people that won’t, that won’t think we’re… wrong. And who knows,” he nudges Steve’s side with a suggestive smile, “maybe you’ll meet the one there, huh Stevie?”

“Stop. Just, just stop!”

Steve doesn’t mean to yell. He just can’t take it anymore. Everything that has been building up inside him has reached a point where he just can’t. He pushes Eddie away from him who looks startled. Offended and bothered and confused.

“I don’t want to meet his friends, or least of all him. I don’t get it, okay! I thought—“

What did he think? That one day he would confess to Eddie or vice versa? That they’d kiss and go on double dates with Robin and Vicky? That he would fall asleep each night in love and loved? It seemed plausible at some point. That’s what hurts the most.

“Hey, Stevie—“

“Don’t call me that! You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

“What? Your name? You don’t want me to call you by your name?”

A bitter laugh, “yeah. My name from your mouth.”

“I, You’re not making any sense!”

Steve knows. He knows. But Stevie, Big boy, Ozzy… even his own name, can’t bear to hear them. Not from him. Can’t bare the way his heart squeezes.

Eddie’s looking at Steve with furrowed brows and down turned lips, standing still. Has Eddie ever been still before in his life?

Once. When he was still and pale and red. His chest gone quiet for the most terrifying seconds of Steve’s life.

Steve looks at him, his eyes burn. Steve’s breath from his own chest brought Eddie back to them. Eddie’s lungs still carry his desperation. His ribs healed but the cracks must still be there from the palm of his hands. He’s tasted Eddie’s blood before from his mouth—

He’s kissing him. Steve, dumb stupid in-love Steve, has his lips on Eddie’s once more, but this time they’re warm and full of life and his ringed hands are on him and,

They’re pushing him. Away.

“Eddie,” his sight is blurry, eyes hot, and breath stuttered. “I, it hurts. You with him. I can’t—I just can’t.

And Eddie looks, terrified, dark eyes searching Steve’s face. For what, he does not know. Sincerity, maybe. Truth. Maybe looking to see if he’s really shattered inside.

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t…I don’t…”

And Steve?

Steve smiles. It’s watery and his lips quiver.

“I know.” And that’s the problem, isn’t it. It’s always the problem. “I know, Eddie. I’m sorry. It’s, it’s okay.”

Eddie leaves Steve there in the living room.

There’s still two cans of Coke half full on the coffee table but only one person left in the room.

Part one < 💛 > Part 3

Tagged: @bananahoneycomb @margaglitterdeath

[mapofsouthdakota]

Caleb’s headcanon -

The Vanguard

Synopsis: Days and weeks of distance and unresolved emotions due to the falling out in Skyhaven. You now find yourself spending the weekend with Caleb. He has a surprise worth your time.

Details: Longer story/3000ish w. Angsty nostalgia. Banter. Yearning losers. Warmth. Pet names. And fluffy love. Lots of it. Feral smooch. Brace yourself for romance iow)

Sanctuary bound

The forest is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the air cool and crisp as the evening deepens. The canopy overhead filters the last remnants of daylight, streaks of golden orange and soft violet spilling through the spaces between the branches. You hear the distant rustling of unseen creatures, the occasional chirp of a bird settling into its nest for the night. It’s quiet, peaceful, save for the sound of your boots crunching over fallen leaves and the steady, rhythmic steps of Caleb beside you.

You hadn’t expected this when he pulled you away from the train station, promising something worth your time. You had grumbled, just a little, about the impromptu adventure—but Caleb had looked at you with that infuriating confidence, a knowing smile tugging at his lips, and you had relented. He always did have a way of convincing you. And now, here you are, pushing through underbrush, feeling the sting of a rogue branch as it snaps against your chin.

A sharp crack, a rustle, and then Caleb turns abruptly, eyes scanning you with instant concern. “Pip? You alright there?” His voice is warm, laced with something close to guilt, as if he personally offended you by letting the forest misbehave.

You press a hand to your chin, feeling the scratch. It’s nothing serious, barely a sting, but before you can even reassure him, Caleb reaches for the offending branch and snaps it in his hands with unnecessary force, breaking it down into crumbling bits of bark and wood. So much wrath for one little branch.

Amused, you shake your head, rubbing the sore spot. “Yeah, sure. But you better have an explanation for making this pretty face suffer another scratch.” You flash him a smirk, and just like that, the worry in his eyes fades, replaced by something softer—relief, maybe.

He exhales, giving a light chuckle. “I promise it’ll be worth it,” he says again, just as he did at the train station, but this time, his voice holds more weight, like he truly means it. He takes your hand, fingers lacing through yours, and pulls you forward, leading you through the last stretch of the forest.

Then, suddenly, you see it.

The trees part just enough to reveal something nestled within the embrace of a towering oak. Your breath catches, your steps slowing until you come to a full stop. The world around you seems to blur, the sounds of the forest fading into the background as you take it in.

A tree hut.

Not just any tree hut—one that feels like a memory wrapped in twilight. It’s small but sturdy, clearly built with care, perched between the thick branches like it belongs there, like it’s always been waiting for you to find it. Warm, golden lights flicker along the railing, casting a soft glow against the wood, and small lanterns dangle from the entrance, swaying ever so slightly in the breeze. The setting sun paints the scene in hues of amber and lilac, and for a moment, it almost feels unreal.

Your lips part, but words fail you. Instead, you murmur his name. “Caleb…”

The nostalgia hits hard, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. It’s not just a tree hut—it’s a piece of the past, a reflection of something lost but never forgotten.

Caleb, standing beside you, watches you take it in, his eyes glinting with quiet anticipation. He leans against the base of the tree, arms crossed, the hint of a proud smile ghosting his lips. “So? Not bad for a guy who’s hammered his own thumb more times than he’d like to admit, huh?” He nudges you playfully, but his gaze flickers with something deeper, waiting for your reaction.

You shake your head, barely able to process it all. “Caleb, this is…” You swallow, still staring up at the hut, your heart pounding with something you can’t quite name. “This is just like back then… like the hut we had.”

His grip tightens around your hand, steady and grounding. “Well,” he murmurs, tilting his head toward you, “that was my initial inspiration, at least. But, you know, I like to think I’ve taken some creative liberties—call it an artist’s touch.”

You glance at him, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you. Then, with a deep breath, you step forward, reaching for the rope ladder. The woven strands feel rough against your fingers, solid and real, anchoring you in the present. You take your first step, the ladder swaying ever so slightly beneath you.

And then, of course, Caleb has to be Caleb.

With an impish grin, he gives the ladder a light tug, making it sway just enough to throw you off balance. Your grip tightens instinctively, a startled laugh escaping your lips.

“Caleb!”

He chuckles, hands already ready to steady you if needed—just like when you were kids. “What?” he says innocently, though the amusement in his voice betrays him. “Just making sure you remember how to climb.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff but keep going, knowing full well that if you were to slip, his arms would be there to catch you. Just like always.

As you pull yourself up into the tree hut, the wooden floor greets you with a gentle creak—not from weakness, but from character. It feels sturdy beneath your feet, built with care and precision, a far cry from the fragile planks of the childhood hut that once groaned under every shift of weight.

That old hut had been a sanctuary, but an imperfect one, where the wind whispered through the cracks and the rain dripped through the uneven roof. It had been a place of hiding—of huddling under threadbare blankets, the scent of damp wood and childhood fears lingering in the air while thunder rolled outside. Back then, Caleb’s voice had been your anchor, steady and unshaken, pulling you away from fear with whispered reassurances and quiet jokes, protecting you from the storm with nothing but his presence.

But this? This was something else entirely. Artist’s touch, indeed. Caleb’s touch.

The tree hut feels like a rustic cottage suspended among the branches. The walls are thick, made of polished wood that gleams in the glow of string lights. The single-room space is simple yet inviting—soft pillows scattered across the floor, a woven basket filled with plush blankets, and a cozy, fur-lined rug that begs to be sat upon. The air carries the faint scent of cedar and something sweet, like vanilla candles or aged parchment. It’s warm here, intimate, like stepping into a memory that has been lovingly restored.

As Caleb pulls himself up behind you with a faint huff, you smirk, arms crossed. “Carpenter and interior designer?”

He ruffles his ashen brown hair, momentarily shy at the praise, his fingers threading through the messy strands as he avoids your gaze. For just a second, he looks caught off guard, his usual confidence flickering in the warm light. Then, with a laugh, he recovers, shifting back into his easy charm. “Well,” he says, rolling his shoulders, “I’m actually more pleased with the mural.”

Caleb tilts his head upward, motioning for you to follow his gaze.

And then you see them.

Suspended from the ceiling, a constellation of delicate paper planes drifts in the air, illuminated by strings of fairy lights that twist and weave between them like threads of golden magic. They hang at different heights—some near enough to touch, others floating higher, dancing in the soft night breeze that sneaks through the open window. Some are crisp and perfectly folded, others slightly crumpled, as if they’ve been sent soaring through the sky before finding their place here. They glow under the light, casting soft, flickering shadows across the ceiling, transforming the hut into a dreamscape.

A breath of wonder escapes you, barely more than a whisper. “Woah…”

Caleb watches your reaction with quiet satisfaction before slipping his fingers around yours. His grip is firm yet unhurried, warm against your skin as he gently pulls you toward the railing. You let him guide you, your mind still lingering in the magic of the ceiling above, only for your breath to catch again as you take in the sight before you.

The world stretches out beyond the hut in a breathtaking display of twilight. The sky, once streaked with the last remnants of the sun, has deepened into a canvas of indigo and violet, the first stars beginning to shimmer against the darkness. The forest below rustles softly, a living thing, its vast expanse of treetops rolling like ocean waves beneath the cool night air. In the distance, beyond the silhouettes of trees, faint glimmers of city lights pulse on the horizon, a quiet reminder of the world beyond this hidden sanctuary.

Caleb leans against the railing, his back to the view, resting his palms on the wooden frame as he watches you instead. But you stand facing outward, drinking in the sight, letting the hush of the night settle around you like a well-worn cloak.

It feels… unreal.

Like something out of a story. Like something meant to be found only in dreams.

The weight of it all crashes down on you in slow, suffocating waves.

Standing there at the railing, wrapped in the golden glow of string lights and the cool hush of the night, you feel something deep in your chest—something unbearably tight, unbearably warm, and aching all the same. You don’t know how to repay him for this. You don’t know why he’s done this, why he’s poured so much thought, so much care into recreating something you once shared.

Because you haven’t done anything to deserve this.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Skyhaven still lingers in the back of your mind, a phantom that refuses to fade. The weight of those months apart, the unspoken words, the way you had refused—carelessly—to see what had been in front of you all along. Caleb had always been there, unwavering, steady as ever, and yet, when the moment had come, you hadn’t realized. Not soon enough. Not before things had cracked between you. And, sure, he had acted out of place, he had said things that had made you recoil—but had it really been so wrong of him to finally let it slip? After all those years, after all that time spent protecting you, being by your side, waiting—

Was this his way of apologizing?

Was this entire thing—a hut built with his hands, a recreation of something precious—his way of making up for how you had parted ways?

Your throat tightens, eyes suddenly stinging with the weight of too many emotions. Good, bad, tangled and ugly, all of them knotting together in a way that makes it impossible to sort through. You try to blink it back, but Caleb notices. Of course he does.

His voice is a gentle murmur, unsure, laced with concern. “H-hey, Pips…”

You barely register the nickname before he’s pulling you in, his arms wrapping around you in a solid, grounding embrace. The moment your face presses into his chest, it’s over—you shatter. A small, choked breath escapes, and you cling to him, fists curling into the fabric of his shirt as you bury yourself against him.

His arms tighten. Strong. Secure. His scent surrounds you—warm and heady, tinged with the faintest trace of cedarwood, metal, and something undeniably him, something that’s always meant safety. It’s dizzying, how much warmth he carries, how easily he envelopes you, as if he’s trying to shield you from whatever storm is raging inside of you. His fingers stroke through your hair, slow and steady, his palm pressing gentle circles against your back.

“If I knew you’d react like this…” He exhales against your hair, voice barely above a sigh, thick with worry. He had wanted to create something new, to make something good out of something old. And now, he’s worried he’s only dragged you back into the past, into everything you still haven’t figured out how to sort through.

You feel him shift, his grip never leaving you as he guides you down to the soft carpet. The moment you settle, he tugs a thick blanket over the both of you, cocooning you in warmth—his warmth, the scent of worn fabric and something that reminds you of home. The home you once shared.

Your head rests against his chest, nestled between the firm planes of his muscles, the cool edge of his dog tag pressing against your cheek. It’s a contrast—the cold of metal, the solid warmth of him, the steady, rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

It’s too much. It’s so much.

And yet, in all of it, in the swirl of emotions and unsaid things, one thought surfaces. One memory.

Your voice is quiet, still heavy with emotion as you murmur, “Back then, the storm was always outside… and you’d shield me from it. But now…”

At first, Caleb doesn’t react. He only exhales, long and slow, fingers threading through your hair as if the motion is second nature. Then, after a beat, you feel the shift—the way his breath hitches ever so slightly, the way his hold tightens, if only for a moment.

When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter. Not quite hurt, but something close. Something resigned.

“Pips… You don’t want to be in that situation any longer, do you?” His voice is quiet, hesitant, like he’s afraid to say the next part—that you don’t want him as your shield, as your guardian anymore. And maybe that fear cuts deeper than he lets on. Because he had already told you—he was tired of playing games. Tired of waiting, of hoping, of holding onto something that never seemed to be his. And now, from his perspective, it looks like the game is already lost.

And when you tilt your head up, peering at him from beneath the blanket, you see it—the small, pained smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The sadness hidden behind familiarity. The unspoken weight of something he’s always known.

The ache in your chest becomes unbearable, swelling until it’s impossible to contain. It’s not just longing, not just guilt or nostalgia—it’s him. Caleb, who has always been there. Caleb, who has always been yours, even when you were too blind to see it. And now, looking at him—seeing the quiet sadness in his expression, the way he has convinced himself that you don’t want this, that you don’t want him—it shatters something inside of you.

You can’t let him think that.

So, without thinking, without hesitation, without fear, you lean in.

Your lips press to his—soft, barely there, as delicate as a whisper. It’s not desperate, not at first. It’s a simple truth, an offering, a promise wrapped in warmth. Caleb stills beneath the blanket, his breath caught, his entire body rigid with disbelief. You feel it—how his pulse stutters, how his fingers twitch where they rest against your skin.

Then, slowly, his fingers trail up, brushing your chin, his thumb tracing over the faint scar left by the branch. His touch is feather-light, reverent, as if he’s making sure you’re real, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away, that this is some cruel trick of the universe.

Then, tentatively, he leans in, pressing the smallest, faintest kiss to your lips—just a whisper of contact. Another follows, and another, each one delicate, testing, almost unsure. His eyes remain open between them, searching yours, flickering with something raw and disbelieving, as if he’s waiting for the moment you vanish, for reality to snap back and prove this isn’t happening.

But you don’t vanish.

Instead, your eyes flutter shut, your breath catching as warmth blooms in your chest, melting through you like honey. His lips are soft, impossibly warm, and every feather-light brush sends the sweetest shiver down your spine. It feels so right—so achingly, breathtakingly right—that you can’t help but sink into it, letting the moment envelop you, letting him envelop you.

And then, something shifts. He realizes.

He realizes what you’re offering—who you’re offering. You. All of you.

And Caleb breaks.

The blanket flies, forgotten, as he moves, surging forward with the force of everything he’s ever held back. He casts himself over you, bracing himself above you, his body caging yours in the most intoxicating way. And then his lips crash into yours—not tentative, not careful, but desperate. Starved. Like every kiss he’s ever saved for you has finally been unleashed, one after the other, colliding into you in a feverish, uncontrollable frenzy.

Soft ones. Sweet ones. Feral ones.

He kisses you like he’s drowning in you, like you are the air he’s been deprived of for far too long, and now that he has you, he can’t stop. His breath is hot and heavy between kisses, ragged as he moves, as his hands trace over your curves, skimming over the fabric of your clothes like they alone are an obstacle keeping him from truly knowing you. His fingers dig into your waist, firm yet worshipful, his touch possessive but not demanding—just needing.

Then, between kisses, between the way his lips ghost over yours, bruised and breathless, he exhales, voice wrecked, raw with yearning.

“What are you doing to me, Pips…?”

He presses another kiss, slow, deep, savoring, as if trying to make sense of it, but then he pulls back just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, his breath fanning over your lips, uneven, unsteady. His hands tremble slightly where they hold you, gripping like he’s afraid to let go, like he doesn’t even know how to anymore. His voice drops, husky, desperate.

“I don’t— I can’t stop. You don’t know what you’ve started, do you? Do you even understand the consequences of this?”

His lips find your jaw, your neck, the exposed curve of your collarbone, each kiss more fervent, more unrestrained. He groans softly, inhaling your scent like it’s intoxicating him, like you’re something he’s wanted for so long that now that he finally has you, he’s undone.

And you respond in kind, your own hands sliding up his arms, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, the way they tense beneath your touch. You rake your fingers through his ashen brown hair, tugging slightly, and the sound he makes—a low, guttural noise deep in his throat—sends a shiver down your spine.

Then, suddenly, he bites you. A little too hard. Sharp enough to make you gasp, your head tilting back just slightly.

You exhale a breathless laugh, dazed and dizzy in the heat of it all, and smirk at him. “Careful, Colonel.”

Caleb pauses, his lips still lingering at your throat, and then he smirks back. A slow, wicked thing against your skin, laced with something dark and knowing. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes dark, hungry, utterly gone on you.

“I told you so, didn’t I?” he murmurs, voice rich with heat, a teasing glint in his gaze as his fingers trace along your jaw, his thumb brushing the faint indent of his teeth against your skin.

“These are the consequences.”

Writer’s note: You guys I’m almost in tears because I just want them to be happy and I’ve had a blast writing this. I wanted him to break like the way he broke that twig in the forest. Okey then, thank you for reading peeps and thank you Gavin3469 for sending me that wonderful song that sparked my creativity 🫶🏻 (oh and say hi to my new lil avatar tihihi)

[vm-haunts]

Me: haha I'll just make up a timeline for this crazy crossover idea.

Me, a week later: what the fuck what the fuck how did I end up with so much plot how is it still expanding oh my god stooooop.

Aaaanyways. I don't know if I'll ever got it properly written, but this monster of a plot bunny now covers several major events and I'm losing my mind...

But anyways, cliff notes version on the plot and how far it stretches:

..

College trio was involved in the dionesium (aka Lazarus water) research, and somehow they're actually the more ethical bunch. Which is saying a lot considering.

DP events happened but they encountered and got help from several DC magic users during it. Budding occultist Sam for the win. (no agit yet and no phantom planet either)

The GIW got somewhat reformed, thanks to the help of Team Phantom's JLD friends. However at some point they got new management. Now instead of destroying ghost, the new comers are interested in the correlation of ecto-contamination, liminality... And secretly, in the increased success rate of induced metagene activation in liminals. Yikes, they somehow got worse.

Again, the Fenton parents are somehow the ethical ones here, despite everything. They refused to work with the new branch of GIW, stuff escalated (don't they always), and now they're dead. And in ghost jail. At least Vlad is there with them for the heartwarming reunion.

So Team Phantom ended up faking their death and goes on the run while raiding GIW bases, and along the way they found a weird guy (Jason). Weird guy's mom showed up and. Well guess they're involved with assassin cult's power struggle now, at least they get to help a guy out.

More shenanigans later they ended up with some monks in the Himalayas, and- wait Danny what do you mean you know them? Oh yeah Plasmius's little stint with the Infi-map... Gotta love time travel.

Anyway, after Danny got scammed for long overdue property damage fees and Jason got a pair of cool swords, they met Talia again and she brings news! Totally no ulterior motives or anything :) (Sam called her out to her face and she just smiled)

Jason, considerably more chill in this au, is still unhappy about... Well. Everything in Gotham.

Cue the Red Hood stint but with much more control and less blood shed. Which ironically made RH more intimidating because he moves like a ghost(duh). Especially when Jason's main act of revenge is 'pranks', which reads as mild psychology warfare actually. But hey the bats did that to themselves, he did nothing wrong (besides being a drug lord).

Red Hood peaceful mode does however attracted some unwanted bird themed attention, the Owl's not the Robin's. And well, undead Talons sneaking around undead experts, what could go wrong?

Everything apparently. Because on top of the Rh stint, Jason is somehow also infiltrating the Court of Owls now. As his real identity Jason Todd-Wayne no less. But the real suprise is Danny running into his parent's old researches, and. Well, the poor talons need help, might as well join in with the infiltration.

Some more shenanigans later it ends in Jason and co. quietly turning the talons against their old masters, and oh boy did they overachieved the goal of getting a foot into Gotham's crime world. Must be Danny's Fenton luck.

Ol' Batsy is very very not happy about that development by the way. But he can die mad about it as far as Jason is concerned.

...

The end. Of part one.

Stay tuned for part two, where we cross AGIT with crisis.

And massive thanks to @taddy-cat, a large part of this is inspired by the lovely discussion with you!

[layraket]

guys. i could say that im very normal abt the update. but that would be a lie. and lying is bad. yeah. im nothing close to normal abt this whole thing im deranged.

theres so many details here.

Time seems to be more calm, the last update he was at the verge of screaming (to shut them all? to call for help to control all these links? who knows) now he looks very thoughtful, taking in every detail of the whole place to see if he can get some sort of puzzle solved

This question i feel like it has more impact that it looks at first, a lot of people are pointing out the little owl friend we saw at the first doodles of the AU, yeah the owl in oot was a yapper in all rule, but he was some sort of guidance during his journey

Twilight connects the owls to Shad, a guy who has a lot of knowledge and can help him at any moment if he needs some sort of information, Four remembers the owl that helped the colors during his second adventure, and Legend connects the owls to the statues in Koholint, together with the owl that gave him hints to where he had to go

Here it is made clear the point that i was talking before: Time recognizes that even if, for a kid, it was just an anoying bird, he helped him in some sort of way, and he should appreciated that small detail

beautiful art there's so many birds here im delighted so happy i've been staring at this for already 6 minutes beautiful

Owlan! as someone who also has slept during class so many times i dont blame Sky at all

also can we talk about how cool is Owlan's design??? like why i haven't seen anyone commenting abt it???? the yellow feather just makes me thing of the loftwing that we had to chase during the start of sksw, and i love that small detail so much

and Sun!! Finally she got a canon apparition, and of course it is with Sky sleeping during class lol

going back with what i was saying before, yeah he can thank Kaepora Gaebora all he wants, but man did that bird talk so much

love that expression 10/10 no more notes needed

EMO RULIE EMO RULI-

putting that joke aside, Hyrule seems to be more careful inside a dungeon, sure he can try and explore all he wants outside, but he knows very well the dangers of a dungeon, and he would like to no take any risk that could put them in danger while he can help it

I love the continuity of the comic, we all knew these were the same statues as the one that Twi used to separate them from Sky, but seeing it being portrayed in the comic is a detail that i think we all appreciate

Twilight my guy you cant go and look all that innocent we know your tricks

also Sky still remembers that time, seeing Legend as a bunny will not be easily forgotten. And Legends knows it

it doesn't mean that he likes that little fact

here i have things to say, it makes sense that the antifairy goes first for Legend, he's like. one of the most magic-based of them. Sure maybe Hyrule is our special wizard guy, but the vet uses a shit ton of magic weapons, he has to have a crazy amount of magic with him adding the rings he has

Also them all ready to defend their vet, yeah it might not be fully dangerous, but they will show no mercy to whatever dares to hurt one of them (a silent promise that they all made with the Twilight situation)

Time's attention is instantly gained with the mention of a Fairy, he doesn't sees too much of his friends in that thing, and that gives him a bad feeling of why the name

i could easily do a well thought comment on how he's magical girl material but i think with only that description enough was said

Only with the thought of one of his fairy friends having such destiny makes Time be disgusted, a Fairy turned into an enemy? Doesn't sound right, it isn't natural and just cruel for the poor fairy

also Wind was ready to catch her, he knows how valuable are fairies during a dungeon, you never know when you will need her help

Warriors during his adventure he made friends with the fairies, so he obviously will have something for her

he's like a mom who knows her children very well and will carry any treats for them, not beating up the mom/aunt of the group allegations

and Wind give the poor fairy some time before entering the bottle, she must be confused :(

this last pannel is everything to me, very cool very beautiful i love thsi comic so much

now my fav pannels as usual!

beautiful art as always every time i see a new update i get surprised by all the details

if you noticed a lot of Four in the last few images shushhh

as always, art credits goes towards @linkeduniverse!

[luffyvace]

Her brook Idk if your req are closed so read this at your convenience 🙏

I wanted to ask for a male harpy reader strawhat hc or if not just hc with luffy, more specifically based off a bird with heavy feathers like a snowy owl cause I’d love to imagine that he complains about the heat a lot and wonders why he’s sweating more then usual but it’s just luffy hugging his legs cus he’s so soft

Love your work brook 🙏☺️

nope! Still open lovely anon<3

when I tell you I did NOT know what a harpy was 🤦‍♀️ I had to do research for accuracy 😅😋

but don’t worry it’s all good I’ll be more than happy to do your request!

I’m telling you right here right now luffy would most definitely be interested in a reader like this!! You know how many unique animals and such he tried to recruit into the crew that weren’t even human?? 😂💗

and thank you!! I’m so happy you enjoy my headcanons :) that makes me very happy!

Okay I’m just saying…….like chopper…if you look more animal than human….his first thought is to eat you

”you think he tastes good?” 😋

😭😭

IT JUST IS !!

moving on…♡

He thinks your wings are really cool

I mean a 6.5 ft wing span…….I do too!!

definitely wanted to measure them to check after he learned that

to which he got himself wrapped up in the measuring tape

Both you and luffy eat “strange” animals

such as sloths, monkeys, porcupines, squirrels, opossums, armadillo’s, anteaters and sometimes parrots…..other birds too 😋🍴

No animal is safe 😭

every island you go to the two of you immediately start scouting for whatever variety of yummy foods you could find

”I’ve got news for you two—normal people don’t eat those animals”

- Nami ♡

it taste absolutely delicious to you!!

honestly you probably got Luffy into eating them

which so funny because he already loves eating all types of weird things

which is probably why he was so easy to convince him to eat it too

like he would normally see a monkey and go oh cool a monkey!

but now….😈😈

not all the time tho

mostly when he’s hungry

……….so I guess I lied, yes all the time 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

he saw you eating a armadillo with some sloth on the side and was like

oooo I gotta try that 🤪🤪

you might dislike for cats seeing as though a harpy’s predator is a jaguar

Least baby harpy’s anyway…

still! 😠

it’s good for you that the sunny is big once y’all upgrade from merry

it has plenty of rooms with shade for you, since a harpy’s natural habitat is rainforests

and they mainly stay in the shade anyway :)

franky probably had a room built that simulates a rainforest for your comfort 💕

like how he simulated the grass

once Luffy found out harpy’s are rare to find and you found the tori tori no mi - model: harpy- it was pretty much settled for you to join the crew :)

like he loves rare stuff!

it’s like treasure!

and you know darn well a pirate will fight for his treasure! 😼

you use your high pitch bird call to reunite the strawhats whenever you guys get separated (which is like- every time you go on an adventure 😀 besides the point-)

it’s loud enough and ranges far enough to the point where it’s more efficient than yelling

very much so comes in handy when your in danger too

also not to mention luffy is 100% gonna wanna fly on your back since you have wings

he probably won’t even ask

he’ll just rocket onto your back while your flying one day and refuse to get off cuz it’s fun

it likely ends with him spotting something cool, telling you to go over to it and getting you two into trouble

just be ready for the

😬😁 ✊😠 💥💥 😖😓

sequence again

flying also comes in handy when saving the strawhat’s BUTT!

You and Robin like 🦅🦅

LOLLL

but no fr you literally just swoop in and save the day 🦸

SUPERRRRRRR M/N!! *super man pose* better yet *franky pose*

Zoro will also appreciate it if you catch him while falling because I swear that man is always getting smacked around-

same with Nami 🧡

another time

Robin was stating facts about harpy’s when the strawhats first met you, and you were confirming

she mentioned that they typically lived 35-45 years (but she was talking about the ANIMAL.)

Luffy—of course—mistook this

“WHAAAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME OUR NEW NAKAMA’S GONNA DIE SOON?!”

*Nami steps in*

”CALM DOWN IDIOT THATS NOT WHAT SHE SAID!!” 💥💥

“……..and besides..! M/n’s not an animal! He’s still a person you know?! Sheesh…..of course he’s gonna live the lifespan of a human”

Sanji will of course cook any animal of your request into your meal

if it’s more nutritious for you—then certainly he’ll do so!

he always prioritizes nutritional value in his meals, and thats different for everybody!

Luffy however….he will get annoyed with 😂

”GO AWAY STUPID *kicks across room* YOU DONT NEED THIS TO SURVIVE! THIS IS FOR M/N!”

your like one of the few men in his life Sanji doesn’t hate

okay I know that was more harpy facts related so now I’ll get into the scenario you mentioned 😅💗

Luffy uses you for warmth in the winter (all the strawhats do)

like chopper ;P

especially with your large and soft wings

”M/n…spread your wings out..we need your warmth..”

-Zoro

you’ve been complaining about the heat all day

You felt like you were ON FIRE.

like seriously?! What was gon on today?!

it’s not like birds need to shed……so why are you burning up!??

”mmmm…your so warm M/n!”

”LUFFY?!”

”shishishishishi!”

”no wonder I felt heavier than usual!! Get off me Luffy!”

”awwhhhh WHYYYYYY?”

”what?! Why?! Because I’m burning up! I already have all these feathers! You’ve got to get off of me Luffy!”

*whines* “but mmmmm/nnnnnn! Your so waaaarrrrm!”

*sighs and face palms* *attempts to pry him off*

“noooooo m/nnnnnn! I don’t waaaaanna get ooofff!!”

Luffy practically had you in a literal choke hold

he was not about to let you go.

and you know he’s got himself wrapped alllllll the way around 😂😂

once again thank you for the compliment my dear!!

Hopefully I did your hcs justice and that you enjoyed them! <3

[piratefishmama]

Fake it 'till you make it | Part 2

Steve went on his own. Dustin tried to call shotgun, tried saying he’d back Steve up cause his friend could be ‘jumpy’, but no. Steve had to do this on his own, because Dustin didn’t know. He could have told the little shrimp, he really could have, so far he’d come out to three people, and it’d gone surprisingly well, Robin not so surprising but his parents?

Damn. He’d have put his entire life savings on that going the other way.

The risk with Dustin, however, was his mother. Don’t get him wrong, Claudia was lovely, she always had a spot saved for him at the dinner table when his parents weren’t in town, she always greeted him with warmth and kindness, he didn’t have a single complaint about Claudia Henderson. He also unfortunately had no idea how she’d take a coming out if Dustin let it slip. The kid was talkative.

He couldn’t imagine no longer being able to see Dustin because his mother found out he wasn’t as straight as everyone thought. Couldn’t imagine the truth of life in a small rural ‘god fearing’ town, thrown in his face so cruelly, that people were small minded and based all their opinions on what everyone else was doing.

Especially when everyone else seemed to be following the bullshit the Church spewed.

Dustin would be safe, he trusted Dustin. But he simply couldn’t risk how talkative he was.

So he went on his own. Robin was working, he couldn’t kidnap Robin, Keith would kill them. Or at the very least dock their pay a little and glower. This, unfortunately, created one little problem that quickly presented itself when Steve found himself sat at a visible booth at Benny’s watching for anyone entering that door.

He didn’t know who Dustin’s ‘friend’ was, and Dustin’s friend didn’t know who he was, because Dustin had so wisely decided to not reveal that titbit of information over the phone.

All he knew, was that this friend was a guy and that he’d probably be there soon. So, disaster in the making, basically. He’d been there for five minutes, it’d been ten since the phone call, and so far three men had walked in.

All of them old older, it was early, Benny did early bird specials for the older folks in Hawkins, but he still looked up every time the door opened, looking for someone who might not belong, someone who stood out from the oldies, someone who—

Holy shit. Steve immediately ducked his head. Eddie Goddamn Munson. Eddie Munson in all his leather, chains, and curly haired glory walked in with his head on a swivel, eyes scanning the diner for someone who looked out of place, someone who’s identity he also wasn’t aware of. Steve could ditch.

He could ditch without hesitation, Eddie knew him, Steve could get the hell out of dodge, take the back door, and just run for the hills, suffer the inevitable cringe fest that was going to be the week away, take it like a champ. Maybe get a brief fling with someone he would never want to settle down with, or…

He peeked through his arms, Eddie was still looking, he was checking his watch, a little frown on his brow, what were the odds, honestly, that it was Eddie?

Knowing Dustin and his stupid DnD game? Pretty fuckin high that’s what the odds were. Eddie lived for that shit, it was a direct connection. He was going to kill that little snot. Maybe… if it didn’t work out. Because he wasn’t going to be a coward.

He was going to face his uncertainties like a badass. He was going to rise from his seat, and cross the very short distance, aaaand “Hey Munson, that you?” Be totally cool, completely ignore Benny’s curious eyes from behind his little judgement window, the window where he stood in the safety of his kitchen judging everyone who dared be weird in his diner.

“Not today Buckaroo, I’m busy” oh yeah he looked super busy.

“Cool, cool, super cool, you… come for the early bird specials often then?” Ohhhh he’d perfected the deadpan stare. He had that shit down. How did eyes that pretty so cut so deep? “Heh, sorry, look man I—I don’t mean any trouble, I was just—”

“M’not carrying shit, Harrington, the hell you want with that stuff this early anyway?” Stuff? Steve frowned a little, before visibly realising what Eddie was getting at, it looked like a genuine lightbulb went off behind his eyes. He knew because that little frown was broken by Eddie raising one eyebrow in curiosity.

“That’s not what I—shit, okay. Do over. Do you know Dustin? Dustin Henderson? Lil guy, bout yay high, curly hair, ridiculous meddler, no collar bones?” The frown was back, accompanied by the squinty eyes of suspicion. He knew Dustin, he had to know Dustin, it had to be Eddie, it had to be, nobody else had come in!

“I know the little shrimp, yeah, one of my little lost sheep, how do you know Dustin?” Holy shit it had to be him. Why else would the notoriously tardy Eddie Munson be up that early on a Sunday?

“Babysitting.” Eddie’s ever so expressive face seemed to slacken in surprise, Steve didn’t give him a chance to ask further as to why a rich guy like him had to babysit. He did it for free, he liked the little fuckers, explanation unnecessary. “You uh… wouldn’t happen to have uhm… gotten a call from him… about twenty minutes ago, would you?”

It took Eddie a minute. A little frown here, a squint there, a slight tilt of his body as he looked Steve up and down, not in a ‘you’re so hot oh my god’ way more in a ‘what the actual fuck’ kind of way.

Steve felt seen in the worst possible way, wanted to abort mission, just run away, that was a judgy bitch stare and he knew it, he’d COINED that stare, he was the master of it, and suddenly it was on him and he felt smaller than Dustin back in ‘83 with his baby squishy cheeks, and then— “Nope.” Eddie turned on his heel, ringed fingers waving in refusal, “nope, nope, nope—"

Steve should have let him go. Should have just chalked it up to Dustin having the worst friends ever outside of himself, Lucas, Will, Max, Jane, and maybe Mike. Maybe. On a semi-good day cause full good days didn’t exist with Mike.

But instead he was grabbing Eddie’s elbow and babbling “Wait-wait-wait, oh my god Eddie, please just wait, please” like some kind of moron. “You did right? It’s you?”

Eddie looked back and down at his own elbow, brows drawn tight in a frown, Steve let him go. Not out of fear just… slight intimidation. Eddie was scrappy! He was a biter and Steve didn’t wanna have to get a rabies shot.

“Fine, yeah I got a call, would have told him to shove his job up his ass if he’d have told me who it was for though, Steve.” Oof.

“Fair, that’s fair, can you just… maybe sit down and let me explain though? I’ll buy you breakfast!” Benny’s eyes hadn’t moved from them for the entire interaction, and he was feeling rightfully judged by it. Rich boy causing all that fuss and not one order of food. The audacity.

“Hmph, fine, but only because I haven’t had breakfast yet.” He pushed past Steve just to walk to the counter “Hey Benny! Can I get a full stack of pancakes and a hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows? On his tab.” Eddie motioned to Steve over his shoulder with his thumb

“Sure thing, kid. An what do you want, Harrington?”

“Uh… breakfast bagel, eggs sunny side up with a uh… another coffee please.” He’d already had breakfast, but he was a big dude! And Dustin always claimed Second Breakfast was like… an acceptable thing. “Thanks Benny” the tank of a man nodded his head and got to cooking without further word. “I was uh, sat over here” Steve motioned to the booth he’d been in, which Eddie seemed to mull over for a moment, before deciding he was going to sit in a completely different booth. “Alright.”

Power move. Steve could respect that. He sat down opposite him. “Talk, Harrington.”

“You… don’t wanna eat first?”

“I’m not sittin here in awkward silence with the King of Hawkins High, waiting for food when I could be hearing the details, eating, then bailing. The longer I’m here with you the more chance some asshole has of seeing me here with you. Now speak.” Ouch… but again, fair.

He’d been a shit in high school, older students had not gotten a free pass from it either. He was trying now though! Trying to be better. Robin helped, but she also fuelled his bitchy side way more than Carol and Tommy ever did. The kids helped the most, they humbled him. Brainy little fuckers.

“Right… okay. So. My parents have gotten it into their minds that I should be in some kind of long term relationship by now, so they’ve been throwing people at me, constantly, people I wouldn’t date even if you paid me to date them. There’s this thing coming up, a week away with them in a chalet, an I’m positive they’re going to bring someone to try and set me up with them, I’m certain of it, an I’d be stuck with this person for a whole damn week suffering.” It was an actual real fear, he couldn’t handle that, he’d simply evaporate, he’d perish, he’d spontaneously pop out of existence, poof, bye. “So… the job is basically to come with and pretend like we’re dating so they get off my back.”

“I think you’re missing a very important detail here, Steve.” Eddie tilted his head to the left, his smile almost cruel, Steve chose to ignore it. Eddie had his right to be defensive. “I’m a guy”

“Not important at all. They’ve been throwing men at me too.” Thank god Eddie wasn’t drinking anything because it’d have been all over the table.

He damn near choked on his own saliva, choking out a shocked “W-What?”

“I’m… I’m—” He looked around him, at the old people enjoying their meals, at Benny inconspicuously cooking behind his judgement window, risking glances through the open space every now and then to make sure his patrons weren’t causing shit or trying to dine and ditch. Old people were slow, but they could be crafty. Only when he was certain that nobody was listening, did he take a breath and let out “I’m… bi. Bisexual. And they know. But instead of being all ‘aaaaah get out of my hooouse’ they’re just… throwing guys at me instead, it’s torture. Painfully awkward torture I feel like I’m going to cringe myself to death.”

“You’re…”

“I know, I know, haha King Steve, secretly a freak of nature, a queer hiding in plain sight.” He’d heard the hatred spat at people like him, he’d been one of the people spitting hate once upon a time, before he’d grown, before he’d learned. Before he’d understood himself. It was terrifying, knowing how awful it could be if it got out “please don’t tell anyone okay? I’m… I’m putting a lot of faith in you here and that’s terrifying… I just… Dustin vouches for you… an I know you have every right to get back at me for Highschool but—”

“N-no… no I—I wouldn’t… I’d never. That’s… shit, Harrington, no… highschool shit? That shit is in a whole different category, I’ll get you back for that in some way but… not like that… never like that." He could breathe easily, even if Eddie vowed to get him back some other way, it wouldnt be that way. "So… what do you want me to do, freak em out? Go nuts? Sacrifice a chicken in the lounge? Shout a hail Satan prayer in the attic? Usually that does the trick to get parents to stop trying to set their kids up, more often than not gets em banned from dating entirely, give you a break—”

“W-What? No… no I—listen, my parents don’t stick around for long after these holidays, they’re usually gone within a couple of weeks on some business trip, dads off trying to restructure the company values or some shit to include people like me, which is cool cause he didn’t even know about me when he started that I—I didn’t know he was doing that… but that takes time, an mom’s going with him cause she doesn’t trust him to work out the legal shit on his own.” Benny chose that moment to venture to their table to place two mugs down on the surface, then silently returned to his task of plating food “I need to convince them that we’re dating… for real, and have them go off on their own believing that we’re still dating so they leave me alone… at least until they come back in god only knows how many months’ time and I can tell them we split up. Is… is that something you can do?”

Eddie took a long sip of his hot chocolate, a little splodge of cream lingering on the tip of his nose when he put the mug down that Steve almost reached over to wipe away, almost, so close. “…Usually I’m more of a freak em out kind of date, a one night done send em running for the hills kind of thing, you’re saying this is a week?” Eddie wiped his own nose clean, stuck the finger in his mouth. Steve chose to focus on his own mug.

“Mmhm, in a chalet in Canada for a week, all paid for, it’s basically a free holiday… that I’ll pay you for, whatever your usual rate is for this kind of thing, I’ll even double it… I just… I’m really hoping you say yes.”

Plates were finally delivered to the table by Benny with a friendly “eat up, boys” said in passing. Eddie drizzled syrup on his stack, then cut into it and shoved a whole layered chunk into his mouth in silence, clearly processing everything.

He chewed in silent thought, weighing the pros, the cons, the potential cash haul from such a job… the shit he might have to do… the lines they might have to cross, the revelations Steve might have about him… then remembered Steve claiming to be Bisexual and realising that part might not be all that scary.

What a wild Sunday.

“Alright…” he finally answered after swallowing his bite. “It’s fifty bucks a date though, Harrington, if I’m generous an switch that to a night to accomodate such a batshit scheme, doubled like you said is a hundred bucks per night, that’s—”

“Money’s not an issue.” Not for a Harrington. Even if he worked minimum wage, he’d get that money somehow.

“Well shit… Alright then, big guy. I guess i’m hired.”

Part 4

[mangocurist]

toxic codependent yaoi i love you toxic codependent yaoi save me

this is based off of @pancake-x2's idea of the uu!director being wifrot (as a unit)... its soooo good im like. frothing at the mouth thinking about it. ARGHH pulls my hair out in clumps I need them to Kill each Other and Make Out about it

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If there was any one thing that someone needed to know about Parrot, Wifies would tell them this: he is a difficult man to keep chained down.

Now, don’t get him wrong— Wifies doesn’t enjoy having to force his partner in crime to stay put in one place— it’s clear that Parrot wants to stretch his wings and explore the server, fool around with the pawns they’ve taken such great lengths to acquire and just generally find the workings of this server and break it apart at its seams. 

It’s simply his nature as a free spirit, and Wifies understands that he must feel restrained, cooped up in this sterile lab with nothing for company but himself and the countless experiments Wifies checks on daily. 

Even besides his natural need to explore, Unstable is a much different place from Parrot’s home server of Lifesteal, and Wifies can’t imagine what going from a place like Lifesteal, where death is not only not permanent but in fact infinitely avoidable so long as you have the smarts to evade and steal from others, to Unstable, where everyone watches their backs with caution knowing that the moment they turn around they risk never moving again would be like. 

To Wifies, it’s much the same as having brought a wild animal into a supervised environment: unless they are broken and beaten down, it is difficult to ever fully rid of their innate desire for freedom.

An animal’s first instinct, when trapped in a difficult situation, is to flee.

But while he needs Parrot’s… wild nature, so to say, present to fully carry out their purpose on this server, Wifies cannot possibly risk setting Parrot free to wreak havoc on Unstable. It would simply be too large a risk, and he— they, the Director— does not take risks. Not unless they know they can win.

Which they can, as long as Parrot does not leave the cage Wifies has placed him in.

Parrot, for his part, knows this, and he complies well. Wifies is honestly impressed at the restraint Parrot shows— his partner's patience is certainly not mirrored in his doppelganger, a little bird too curious for its own good. Then again, maybe it is one of those differences that come from the man’s time spent on Lifesteal that allow him to keep his cool where the other Parrot would have leapt ahead, adrenaline rushing through his blood and rendering his critical thinking useless. 

His willingness to wait for the perfect moment to strike was what made him such a good predator on Lifesteal, and here… it made him the perfect second half for the Director's scheme.

Wifies only hopes that he doesn't see a day where that shrewd planning decides to weave its own web to trap him in.

“You know, he's not taking your clone's death very well.” A voice comes from behind him, before the familiar feeling of two large wings come to drape on Wifies’ shoulders, Parrot leaning over him to look up at the large split-screen monitor. “Did you know? Ash told me that he hallucinated the guy. Almost makes you feel bad for them, doesn't it?”

“If this is you trying to convince me to let you out to further toy with them, you should rethink it. We’re almost at the finish line— what will this do for us but cause more unnecessary problems?” 

Parrot rolls his eyes, but sits down by Wifies’ side anyway, resigned to watching Wifies pick through the live footage of server members. As a reward, Wifies’ hand comes up to prune through the man’s feathers, dragging them down between the clumps of half-plucked molt and dust from god-knows-where, considering he's been cooped up in the lab for his entire time on the server. And they're in the End right now— Wifies doesn't even want to consider what exactly Parrot could have dirtied himself with.

“Can you go a little high– uh, yeah, that’s good,” Parrot hums as he leans back into Wifies’ touch, avian traits on full display as he calms down. 

Wifies is glad for it. It’s a show of trust, something he needs from Parrot if they are to work through this together. And— this part is admittedly perhaps a bit of his own selfish desire, too– but he enjoys having the other man around. At least, he likes Parrot's company over Ashswag’s, or ItzRealMe— or even the latest lineup in their little assassin rotation, though Wifies is being honest when he admits that Cube may be the most tolerable they've yet to contact.

Speaking of.

“Have you met with Cube yet?” Parrot is usually the one to make the trip around to their contacts, on account of the fact that he can fight and prepare for traps much better than Wifies can. It is the most logical solution Wifies can think of: Parrot needs to get out, and he is intimately familiar with treachery and bloodshed— far more so than the scientist who keeps himself locked up all day surrounded with machines and only nearly organic clones. If anyone gets the wrong idea, Parrot is the one who will be able to fend them off.

He held the title of admin for four years, after all. That was as good a reason as any to prove his ability.

“Yeah. He agreed— because he had to, mostly, but I think he thought it'd be funny to fuck with Parrot 2.” Parrot hums at a scratch to his ear-wings, making the smaller appendages flap with excitement. “He's apparently decided that he'll trap their base to kill the guy.”

Wifies twists his head to look at the content avian, hand pausing momentarily in its ministrations. Parrot frowns, but he doesn’t say anything. “Do you think that'll be enough?”

“Hell no,” Parrot scoffs. “I'm not stupid. No matter which ‘me’ is being trapped, I'll find my way out eventually. Cube is good, but not good enough.”

“It's unfortunate that most of these assassins only focus on one core specialty,” Wifies agrees. “I’d like if we could find one that would be able to account for all their weaknesses at once, but that’s practically impossible to come by.” 

“You could just make one yourself,” Parrot suggests, and while Wifies gives the suggestion some consideration, he waves it away.

“I don’t have the ability to do that just yet. I mean… look at my current creation,” he scoffs as the screen shifts to a replay of his clone and Parrot’s doppelganger’s odyssey. “He’s as dumb as a brick. Doesn’t understand anything besides how to dog the footsteps of his betters. I sometimes wonder if I made a mutt instead of a human. Surely there were better options for Kenadian to introduce sentience to?” 

“You’re way too hard on him. Honestly, I think I prefer your clone over mine. Actually— no, I know I prefer your clone over mine.” Parrot’s frown grows deeper as he witnesses the way his doppelganger addresses the clone, posture growing more and more rigid and disturbed as his foot starts to tap incessantly against the floor. Wifies runs his hand through his wings again, and when that doesn’t work, he moves to start braiding Parrot’s hair with one hand. The action manages to calm him, but it probably won’t last for too long if they focus on his mirror image.

Wifies does understand, much as he wishes he doesn’t. “Well, there is no bigger critic than the artist themselves.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” Parrot sighs, wings coming up to drape over Wifies’ shoulders again as he rests his chin on Wifies’ head. “Oh, we should go and take a look at how they’re doing now. I mean. How he’s doing. Sorry. Almost forgot that there’s only one exception now— in your words, of course.” 

“You’re sounding rather vindictive for a man who prefers loyalty over action.” 

“I just hate that version of me. It’s not that I don’t understand what he’s doing, I just don’t like that he’s doing it with my face.”

Wifies shakes his head, amused. With the click of a button, Parrot appears— the other one, the one with half-pruned wings by a clone who shouldn't have lived long enough to assist him and yin-yang symbols carved into his heart, inextricably connected to his very being— staring at the white wall of Leowook’s newest base, eyes red with what could be insomnia but is more likely the product of his unfortunate attachment to one of Wifies’ failed products.

“Is there a reason you wanted to check up on him? He isn’t doing much,” Wifies points out, eyes drifting over to study Parrot’s face. There’s dust from whatever he was doing before scattered on his face as well, and he scoots over just slightly to rub the spots of dust off the man’s face, making Parrot’s wings flutter slightly. 

“I wanted to suggest something.” 

Wifies turns to look at Parrot, frowning. “If you say—”

“I won’t leave.” Parrot crosses his arms. “I know how you get about seeing this whole thing come to an end, and I’m not going to ruin it just because I want to get out. Which— yeah, okay, I do, you know I do, but I’m not going to do it right now because we need to see this to the end together.”

Wifies turns to study the man. His wings have retracted, lying flat and tense on his back. His eyes are trained on Wifies’ own, staring as if waiting for Wifies’ approval. It’s an unsettlingly intense stare, one that he doesn’t associate with Parrot often— unless he’s looking to get something out of someone.

Even now, it is difficult to trust that Parrot believes what he is saying.

In a life or death situation, the animal will choose self-preservation over aiding its companion.

Still. He needs him. Wifies needs Parrot, and whether that will spell the downfall of the Director is something that he will ignore for the time being, if only to allow himself to indulge in an illusion for a little while longer.

If he needs to clip his bird’s wings, then so be it.

“...Go on, then.” Wifies says after a beat of time passes. “What is it?” 

A smile curls on the edge of Parrot’s mouth. 

“I don’t think he knows to just what extent we’re willing to go. Why don’t we show him how far the limit really is?”

[callofdudes]

141 + Rodolfo & Laswell general headcanons

Before he was Ghost (and still sometimes after) he was the guy you'd go to if you had a rip in something or wanted something stitched/embroidered.

His brother was the type to bully him like he did, but if anyone outside the home tried to hurt Simon Tommy would beat them.

Had a schedule where he was to be home straight after school but would sometimes get to go dirt bike riding with Tommy.

Was a prime bullies target because he was very small before his growth spurts. And after said growth spurt has a lot of stretch marks around most of his muscle area.

Is the favorite child of Laswell.

Loves squishmellows, has many.

Will eat Thrills gum just to spite everyone even though it tastes like dish soap and he hates it.

Brings all Gossip to Gaz first.

Because of trauma and stress Simon gets constant migraines and everyone knows to avoid him because he gets insanely cranky.

Knows spanish from how long he was kept in mexico.

Used to play those computer games where you had to input the command of what you wanted the simulation to do.

Doesn't like VR. It's cool but he gets motion sick inside.

Huge mama's boy.

Had braces when he was younger but it didn't stop him from showing off his amazing smile.

Used to bug his older sisters with nerd guns.

I like the idea of Johnny being the youngest chaos gremlin but being the middle child also works for him. (Of two or three sisters)

His parents let him be in football because he was a very smart kid. Topping his science and math classes and becoming valedictorian of his class.

He thinks he's the favorite child of Laswell.

Gets scared when Simon tells him about pixel command prompt games.

While his sisters were watching Frozen he was dealing with the weird crush he had on the king.

Steals pick up lines from Kyle.

Doesn't voice his achievements a whole lot because he wasn't enough for his dad when he was younger no matter what he did. Which has led to his snarky form of confidence and Rizz.

Even older people with take credit for his work and he will fight.

Was 100% a theatre kid.

And an only child.

Is scared to come out even to people close to him after what happened when his platoon mates first found out and wouldn't let it go.

Also thinks he's the favorite child.

Almost got his eyebrow pierced once.

Started to learn what a good father should be because of Price.

Brings all gossip to Ghost first.

Massive people watcher. People credit Ghost for his people watching but it just gives Kyle more opportunity to also people watch.

Has a mentor/big brother little brother relationship with Ghost and they're actually very close.

Used to be a menace when he was younger, and to be fair he still is.

Can't have kids because his balls don't work very well 😅

He was in history in school and was also very good at math.

The Duolingo bird hates him for some reason so he's taken to learning languages from interrogations, now knows 7 languages.

Is Nikolai's permanent backup plan if some shit goes down in Russia and has gotten used to waking up with the man asleep on his couch.

Attracts girls looking for older rich men and it pains him to tell them he is not old, nor is he rich.

Had a strict Military dad who currently still works for the military as a higher rank than him and they do not have a good relationship.

Spends most of her leave time up in the mountains camping. She loves being out in nature.

Has older brothers who are really into rock climbing so she'll accompany them and their friends for rock climbing and camping when she can.

Simon is the favorite child.

Everyone thinks she's married to Price but she'd actually scold him like a child half the day and encourage his antics like a good friend for the rest.

Was in the history and chest club.

Keeps gifting Simon his squishmellows.

Mother to all her 141 children.

Brings her wife to base and Johnny had taken to calling them the "moms".

Will bully people for 141.

Have you ever seen the crazy taser girl?? Yeah, that's him. He has many tasers and he loves them all.

He's actually crazy.

Very capable of yelling and defending himself but Alejandro has bestie senses and usually beats him to whoever did it.

Rudy is quiet but don't bark at him because he barks back.

Alejandro and Rudy used to skip school and go hang out on the cliffs they now trek for military.

His father made a joke once that he was going to get milk and Rudy never recovered mentally.

(and then he left for real-)

He was in photography and sports team manager in school.

After checking out each other's turf, Simon and Rudy are now chronically insane besties.

(had this in my drafts for a while, decided to post because I'm bored.)

[dreamsy990]

heres my designs for all the important gods (I FORGOT HEPHAESTUS SORRY) in epic

thoughts/explanations behind the designs + sketches under the cut

general notes: my biggest headcanon for the gods designs is that they can be just about anything because they (within some limits) choose how they appear. so a god can look like just about anything, but its almost always mostly human. the only real rules to that i think are that 1) their design should usually try to incorporate their main symbols/domain in some way (in some way allows for a lot of range though, so athena for example is very much a bird creature since shes very associated with owls, but aphrodite has just some roses and shells in her hair, and 2) things like scars and such cant be hidden. this rule mostly only matters for athena. i realize i incorporated gold into almost all of their designs but that wasnt intentional lol. anyways let meee talk about the specific gods now. also for fun, no god has normal eyes. theyre either shadowed out entirely, weird shapes, or have no pupils. or all three! i think weird eyes is what distinguishes a god in my designs. i havent done this in my circe or calypso designs but since theyre not quite gods but adjacent i might give them similarly weird eye shapes but also pupils. idk we'll see!

aeolus: so my aeolus design is originally from a sketch i did in class. i was trying to draw telemachus with long hair based on a friends fic and then i was like "oh this looks like how i imagine aeolus would" and the next thing i drew is pretty much Just this final design. i drew aeolus very loosely, he has a clear shape but he should never be fully defined if that makes sense? so when coloring it i decided fuck it he looks like a weird mass of clouds now. its fun! i might change that but idk. also its subtly trans colors because i believe in transmasc aeolus supremacy. i imagine him moving around very freely and seeming to appear and disappear out of nowhere

apollo: so i think apollo is actually the oldest design here? which is to say that i drew apollo ONCE in my sketchbook at the start of my epic hyperfixation and got really into this specific design. i sort of wanted to color him similarly to uh, if you know ginjaninja their design for their oc kynthia? but i ended up going with more just white and gold to keep it simple. i LOVE tiny color palettes lol. the original outfit i believeee was inspired by gigi's hermes actually? but i havent looked at that design in a while so its probably changed. he has a halo that originally looked more like the sun but ive simplified it a bit. why? its cool. also i mightve stolen that from somebody else but i literally CANNOT remember. anyways one fact about this design is that the first time i drew it i labelled it WHORE. you can see i did that in the sketch here too. in his honor.

hermes: little freak guy!! theres honestly not THAT much to say here about hermes. i drew him with a little messenger bag once and i cant NOT draw him with it now i think its cute. i draw odysseus, ctimene, and telemachus all with a gaptooth, and i've never drawn anticlea but i've had the conscious thought that id give it to her too, so fuck it! hermes gets it. it comes from him. the family gaptooth is from him i hope youre happy hermes erfgfrefgfr. color scheme wise i wanted to keep it mostly simple again, i always pictured hermes with silver/white hair for some reason idk why but thats here! and he has rainbow. because is it even hermes without rainbow. i might darken this palette a bit but i am pretty happy with him.

athena: so my athena design ive drawn a ton and shes changed a lot over time. i didnt originally want her to look tooooo birdlike? and then i committed to owlthena because its just FUN man. anyways her silhouette is meant to look very closed off, her "cloak" covers most of her body, just generally shes supposed to seem sort of unapproachable. (note: hes not here but i do this with odysseus too! both because i wanted a similar kind of closed off look for him, and that i wanted him and athena to have visual parallels). her cloak is actually just her wings though! i doodled them unfolded so you can see her without them, as well as without her helmet. her helmet covers one of her eyes with a shadow (again to make her look like shes sort of hiding something), which was a design choice i made BEFORE we found out she lost an eye to zeus, so! coincidentally its good for hiding that scar :]. i doodled her with long black hair ONE WHOLE TIME and its stuck in my mind since so i have to keep that design element forever now. sorry official brunette athena youre not real to me. her color scheme was a STRUGGLE for me though. i knew i wanted to fit blue in there somewhere, but i wasnt really sure how? i eventually caved and made her mostly black and silver with a bit of blue in there. the blue and black gives more magpie energy to her than owl, but i dont know, i like it. i might mess with it more, but yeah! athena! shes really fun to draw lol. i imagine shed be animated in a very constrained sort of way most of the time like her design sort of implies. she doesnt really make big gestures or unnecessary movements she would be sort of uncanny in how still she is most of the time i think.

aries: ive had an aries design for a while so i was basically just finalizing it here. he was supposed to look both very similar to athena and very opposite of her. so they have nearly identical outfits, they both have a helmet shadowing their eyes (but it shadows both of aries' here), theyve both got a lot of animal features (although aries is less visible here, he's a bit dog inspired. you can see his tail eheh), etc. the main difference is that aries is meant to look a lot less, for lack of a better word restrained? his scarf (because its really more of a scarf than a cloak like athena has) only covers part of his face and absolutely none of his body, so it think it gives him a look more like hes ready to fight at any second than athena. i also wanted him to look very scarred/like his armor is scratched up. he and athena are both war gods, but aries is much more likely to throw himself into things and get hurt, while athena plans things in such a way where shes almost never actually hit. brute force vs strategy and whatnot. i sort of wish id made his scars golden too, to look a bit more like athena though. originally the black was red, but it looked really bad, which SUCKS because i wanted the red to contrast with athenas blue. but he just has red eyes here.

aphrodite: very little thought behind this one because my first sketch of her was like two days ago and very inspired by gigis. i sort of wanted her to look doll-like and have a cupids bow lip, but otherwise i got NOTHING girl. shes got pearls and shells in her hair to allude to her connection with the sea though. also roses because i wanted to put in one more symbol and that was a nice way to get a bit more red in there.

hera: im the least happy with this design, almost entirely because of the coloring. i sketched it being more purple, but then i realized that 1) peacocks are a lot more green and 2) IM STEALING FROM JUNE AGAIN!!! THATS HOW JUNE DREW THEIR OC IN A MIRACULOUS AU GODDAMNIT. so the colors are traditional peacock and im NOT happy with them at all. the design is also still basically stolen from june once again i am SO sorry their work is just so integrated into my mind that its a part of me now i do it without thinking. very little notes here otherwise unfortunately,,,,

zeus: weirdly enough i think this is my favorite design? which is WILD because i basically thought of it on the spot like two or three days ago for a shitpost based on a silly manwhore au-adjacent fic i read. the design over all is inspired by neal's? but honestly i think ive done my own thing with it a bit. i didnt really want to do clouds in his hair because id associated that with aeolus in my head, but then i thought of it fading into a dark grey like stormclouds, and having his scarf like lightning? and then he appeared fully formed in front of me. bro is BARELY dressed dude put a shirt on. also his eyebrows are cloud shaped like ursaluna. i fucking hate this dude but im happy with this design

poseidon: OKAY SO POSEIDON IS THE MOST OUT THERE DESIGN HERE I THINK. hes definitely the most inhuman looking one despite us having literally a bird right there, but that was somewhat intentional? and also somewhat because i had a very clear vision of him and needed to make it real exactly as i first thought sorry. anyways, for some characterization, i think with my idea of the gods choosing their appearances and poseidon being a lot more monstrous, you could say he CHOOSES to look unnerving. side note, this is very personal to me but i really like the idea of athena looking more like poseidon than any of her other family. i dont know WHY i just got really attached to that idea. so they have the same hair and somewhat similar faces i think. the resemblance isnt major but it is THERE for sure.

and thaaaats all the gods! i hope you like them :] im going to go review for a test i have tomorrow now

[theanxiousghostartist]

TMAGP 32 Spoilers!

Reactions and theories

(Sorry, this is a day late, y'all. I got busy and couldn't listen last night 😭)

Reactions:

Alice, what are you doing? Are you looking to stop Freddie? ...are you looking for Colin?

All alone? Where's Celia?

Gwen, you don't sound like the boss 😭

Aww, she's looking for Sam.

Yeah, I kinda expected that.

I agree with Alice here, Trevor seemed useless 😭

Gwen does have a point though.

Noriss!!!

For my notes lol: Kyla Barber from Liverpool - environmental health officer (the corruption perhaps?); emergency contact - Violet Weaver; Doctors - (physical) Dr. Mika Volkova; (mental) Dr. Allen Cielo, Jozef Block (ooo, maybe Spiral then)

Alchemy????!!!!

No birds??? Canaries???

Notes again: Mann Island Developments

Ok, so she was marked. "Home" was capitalized.

This reminds me of the tree guy from s1

So she became the land??

The statuc as she gets angrier is such a cool detail!

Ok, so the land took her and Became her, using her as its vessel?

Celia!!!!

The plan seems pretty soild, but I'm suspicious of Celia's intentions with Sam.

A hand??? Colin??????????

Celia you saw teeth in your keyboard????

Is Freddie having trouble "digesting" Colin??

Gwen, babes, you're going to need help 😭

What email did you find Gwen???

Luke!!!

He's abroad?

Yeah! Let out your feelings!! Go Alice!!

Why do I feel like something bad has happened to Luke????

Theories:

The casement this episode reminded me of the guy from S1 who had killed his wife and turned into a tree that later connected to Newton's experiments with his dog. In this casement, Kyla seemed to have taken over (?) by the land and used as its vessel. This also reminds me of the Custodian of the Hilltop Centre, who seemed to have Become Hilltop Road itself. Based on this casement, I'm wondering if this is what was starting to happen with Colin. Freddie was trying to use him as its vessel, and when he resisted, it ate him. Gwen saw a hand pop in and out of her PC screen and Celia found teeth in her keyboard, this leads me to believe that Freddie is having trouble "digesting" Colin, which would also be the reason Gwen and Alice found his hand in the server with wires coming out of it. Matter cannot be created (unless Freddie has access to quantum physics and extremely fast/high powered energy/particles), so Freddie is struggling to reinvent his mass (aka the particles it stripped from him when it ate him). I think that this will go on for a while until we hear his voice in the 'puter, when everything will be finalized. Then, is when Freddie will start trying to create its body. However, I think it will need more victims and will go after whoever it assigned itself to (who will probably be the new IT person, whether the Team likes it or not).

I'm having trouble hearing the Freddie buzzes this season, but according to the comments, when Celia talked about Sam "leaving," it buzzed. This is basically confirming to me that she pushed him in.

Also, IDK why, but I feel like something really bad happened to Luke. He's traveling abroad, which could mean Vampyres or Werewolves as we saw in TMA. It would be very cruel to have Alice's only outside (unaffected) connection dead and force her into the horror completely (like S2 Jon). I know there are also some theories that Alice will be the next to die (mirroring Tim), but I think that she will be one of the last to do so. Wouldn't it be more cruel to have her watch everyone she cares about die or leave or betray her so she can't get an escape from the horrors?

Well, what about Teddy? If my theories are correct, he is either Becoming, working for Starkwell, or both. So, not really much of an escape. He IS the horrors.

Anyway, really good episode. I absolutely loved the casement. The writing was absolutely beautiful!

See y'all next week (hopefully on time too lol)!

[bitterkarella]

Charles Dickens: ok guys today i'm gonna tell a spooky ghost story Edgar Allan Poe: what the Poe: what is THAT Dickens: oh this? this is my pet raven Grip Poe: King: Barker: Koontz: Lovecraft: Dickens: say hello, grip Grip: halloa old girl

HP Lovecraft: grip? that's a funny name for a bird Dickens: why? what would you- Dickens: oh you sly devil Lovecraft: what? Dickens: you almost got me there

Poe: whoa whoa whoa Poe: your raven can talk?? Dickens: that's right Poe: OH Poe: MY Poe: GOD

Dickens: you know the raven in barnaby rudge? Poe: yeah? Dickens: Poe: [in disbelief] NO!! Poe: that was based on..??? Dickens: yup exactly Koontz: what's going on edgar? Poe: this is the most amazing bird that I've ever seen in my life!

Dickens: check this out Dickens: watch what she does with this piece of cheese Barker: Dickens: eh? eh? see what she's doing [Grip proceeds to bury cheese in ground] Barker: she's burying it in the ground? Dickens: yeah Dickens: ain't that something

Dickens: ok check this out, grip can really talk Dickens: ok grip what's on top of a house? Grip: halloa old girl Dickens: how does sandpaper feel? Grip: halloa old girl Dickens: who's the greatest baseball player of all time? Grip: halloa old girl

Poe: this bird is amazing! Dickens: oh that's not all Dickens: i also trained her to attack hans christian andersen on sight

Poe: this is incredible Grip: halloa old girl Poe: holy shit she said it again!! Poe: guys did you hear that?? Barker: yes edgar we all hear it Grip: halloa old girl Grip: halloa old girl Poe: wowwwwww Barker: its not THAT interesting

Barker: i didn't know you were so into birds edgar Barker: always figured that for more of a Stephen Gregory thing Poe: no listen this bird TALKS Grip: halloa old girl Poe: i'm going to put this in my next story

Barker: what, a talking bird? Poe: GOD, it's gonna be SO COOL Poe: I fucking love ravens! Barker: oh my god Barker: turns out that anti-subtext meme comic was right this whole time!

Franz Kafka: oh hi i see you brought a raven? Dickens: yes Grip: halloa old girl Kafka: Kafka: [blushes]

[chimeride]

Hello! I remembered that you had responded to a tattoo question with "Sure you can get my designs tattooed" but I did not remember the last line of that post which said that we had to get permission first. I have several sheets of your chimeras saved to my phone because I want them all tattooed, they are genuinely so so cool. But I saved the pictures so long ago I couldn't remember what your @ was, and the sheets i saved didnt have your alias signed.

I love birds and lycanthropes a lot, so for my birthday last week I got this guy done on my leg. I really love its design so so much. I had to scroll through my following list to find your blog again, which I should have done before getting this tattooed. I am sorry if this is one of the designs you are not comfortable with having done. I wanted to let you know anyway that I did get this based off your art. I really love your creatures, and felt a very strong connection to this design. Thank you for sharing your amazing work.

Hi ! I really appreciate the effort you have done to reach me out and to send me a photo, thank you !!! The reinterpretation is stunning (see #836) , we have different styles and i like how your tattoo artist did not tried to mimick my style but rather put their own personnality on it

(link to my post about my current tattoo policy)

[reverie-starlight]

birds of prey ~ mammon

ehehe since I put my crow costume together and it actually looks really fuckin' cool, I'm gonna write a little mini-fic with mammon based around it. don’t mind the title, it was the first bird related thing I could come up with.

gn!mc, no physical descriptions, but reader wears makeup (non descriptive so it could pass as costume makeup). fluff, but ngl this is very suggestive!! nothing happens tho bc crows happen to be good at prevention. OG obey me setting, pre-established relationship. mammon is possessive bc demon and he is literal greed. lowercase intentional.

"holy shit, MC..." your boyfriend, gasped out as he walked into your room. "you look amazing!”

you grinned at him through the mirror as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. bringing a hand up, you reached behind to cup his cheek and turned your head to kiss the other one. “thank you, mammon. I won’t lie, I was hoping to surprise you at the party with my costume, but this reaction is pretty good too.”

he shook his head and smiled softly. “I like that I can fawn over ya like this right here. don’t have to worry about any other losers trippin’ over themselves to get your attention. namely asmo.”

you laughed and squeezed one of the arms on your torso with your free hand. “you’re sweet. so…” you touched up your makeup and quickly moved away to face him with a grand pose. “do you have any idea what I’m dressed up as?”

he smiled nervously. “uh…” you watched in amusement as he took in your all black outfit, shoes and the feathers spread over your shoulders. you tried to stay focused when you saw how his eyes went from calculating to just a tad glazed over.

it was a really flattering outfit.

you snapped your fingers once in front of his face and he just grinned when he met your eyes again. “a sexy… fallen angel? isn’t that something you humans turned into a popular costume? ”

you rolled your eyes, both in amusement and shock that he thought you’d turn his reality into a game of dress-up.

“no, silly, I’d never do that to you guys.” you twirled for him and he saw that the feathers weren’t black angel wings at all, but rather…

“wait, babe, are ya a crow?!”

you nodded. “you got it!”

he sighed fondly and cupped your cheek. “you’re somethin’ else, babe, ya know that?”

he took you in one more time and laughed a bit in disbelief. “ya really went as a crow, huh? that’s insane, MC, I love it so much.” he twirled you slowly, and kissed your nose when you faced him again. “you’re definitely cuter than any of my actual crows, not gonna lie.”

you gasped and put a hand over his mouth. “mammon, don’t say that about your children!”

he rolled his eyes and gently took hold of your wrist to remove your glove clad hand. “yeah yeah, I know- the real crows are my kids and we’re one big happy family, I’m so sorry.”

you nod once. “you’re forgiven.”

walking back over to the mirror, you see him move over to sit on your bed. you feel his gaze on you and the air in the room felt very different now that he knew what your costume was.

dressed as something well known to be associated with him in a family of demons vying for your attention… not to mention some angels and nobles…

it was enough to make a demon feel special.

your boyfriend was practically glowing gold at that point and you were almost convinced that if you were to turn out the lights, you’d see two glittery orbs where his eyes should’ve been.

“baby? you good?” you blinked at him with faux innocence through the mirror, wanting to see where it would get you.

he just smirked and shook his head, leaning back on his hands. you felt your body heat up under his gaze but you did your best to keep eye contact with him through the mirror.

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it to that party tonight, babe.”

still trying to ignore the heat building up inside you, you looked back at the mirror and continued touching up your makeup. “oh? and why is that?”

he chuckled. “you’re telling me you didn’t choose that costume for any particular reason? didn’t think about how I might react to it?”

you fought off a smile. “honestly I just thought it’d be cute, but I’m certainly not complaining about all this.”

he slowly got up and stalked over to you once again. he took hold of one of your hands, extending your arm out and pressing kisses along it’s length. shoulder to finger tips. his voice was low.

“yeah? well ya seemed to forget that I’m a demon and that seein’ you dressed to make sure everyone knows you’re mine would stir up some feelings in me.”

you smirked this time and he made note of the mischief in your eyes. “like I said, thought it’d be cute.”

suddenly, with a growl, he spun you around and planted his lips on yours. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and your hands went to his hair.

just as he was about to start walking backwards into the bed, you both jumped apart at the sound of cawing.

you looked to the window and saw a crow pecking at the glass. mammon groaned when you walked away to let the poor thing in. he recognized the familiar to be hestia, a notoriously needy and curious younger crow he had been taking care of and training as of late.

“MC, please, she needs to learn that I can’t drop everything for her whenever she misses me. I’m trying to train her out of that.”

you glared at him and opened the window, frown turning into a wide grin as the bird immediately flew right into your demon’s face and affectionately started pecking at it.

“ouch! okay, okay, sharp beak, we’ve been over this!”

closing your window again, you rushed over to make sure she didn’t accidentally wound him. thankfully he was okay and the crow happily perched on his shoulder.

you cooed at her and she tilted her head as she seemed to take you in for the first time that night. you had met her many times before, but this time seemed different- she was much more interested in your clothing, it seemed.

mammon, who had just finished recovering from hestia’s form of affection, looked at her and then at you and grinned. “I think she likes your feathers.”

you smiled and used one finger to pet her head. she seemed to like that, as she decided to fly from his shoulder to yours and nipping at the faux feathers and bumping her head against your cheek.

you were absolutely delighted, as you always were whenever one of his crows showed you affection. you once told him that you saw it as the highest honor to be accepted by his familiars.

he couldn’t get over the scene in front of him, so while you were distracted he discreetly got out his D.D.D. and took a few pictures. new lock screen acquired.

eventually he did get the young crow away from you and somehow managed to send her off but almost as soon as he got the window shut again, there was a knock on your door.

“MC, dear, are you almost ready? we’re all waiting for you and mammon in the front hall when you are!” asmo.

you looked at mammon apologetically and called out, “yeah, almost! I’ll be out soon!”

the fifth born’s steps retreated and mammon sighed. “guess we gotta go… but hey,” he said, voice going from annoyed to sincere. “I really love your costume, MC, and you have no idea how much I love that you’re openly showin’ that we belong to each other. especially when we’re going to be in a room full of people who want you.”

you smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “of course, my dear. I love you, I’m all yours. and when we get back from this party…” you leaned up to whisper to him. “you can do whatever you’d like.”

he shivered at that and his eyes were back to glowing with greed. “I’m not sharing ya tonight. they can get as jealous as they want, but like you said, you’re all mine.”

hehe possessive mammon am I right?

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!! 🎃

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[wosowrites]

Greece and Wives (Patri Guijarro x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request here

prompt: little moments on vacation with your wife Patri.

Vacation with Patri meant different things. It meant some late, late nights walking the streets of Greece, and some early, early nights cuddling in bed and watching a movie on of the limited channels on the hotel TV. But it mostly meant just feeling good. You both shopped together, having fashion shows and figuring out what to buy. You would bicker on where to have lunch and eventually, you would win because she just could not say no to you. You would swap shoes with her when she decided mid walk that the ones you were wearing worked better with her outfit. Everything was perfect.

Day one:

Patri woke you up bright and early by opening the blinds with one big movement and then jumping on top of you in the bed. By bright and early, it meant more like 9:00, but it felt like 7:00 am and you most definitely were not an early bird. "Wake up, mi amor," Patri said to you, brushing hair out of your face and kissing you. "Mhm im awake, i’m awake," you groaned. She smiled down at you and before she knew it, you had thrown your arms around her and pulled her back down onto you. "We should just stay like this all day," you said to her, playing with the hair on the nape of her neck with one hand and dragging your nails up her back with the other. "We’ll get hungry," Patri laughed. "Room service," you said to her. "Baby… it’s Greece! I love you but-" your spanish girlfriend started saying. "I know, I know. Let’s go," you groaned.

Eventually you guys managed to leave the hotel and head out to a little café. Your hotel was a ten minute walk from the water, and the terrasse you ate at looked upon the ocean. You had planned out you four day trip perfectly, only having a small amount of time before needing to return to Barcelona to pack to leave for your individual training camps in preparation for the World Cup. The first day would be spent doing guided tours, looking at architecture and parks. The second day you would do traditionally fun things, like go to arcades and have a picnic. The third day would be a beach day and then the last day would be spent shopping.

"I knew Athens was old, but this old? And this… historic. It’s weird," you told Patri, hand in hand as you listened to a guide tell you about the history behind the Acropolis of Athens. "Barcelona is pretty historic, you know?" Patri said to you, smiling at you. "I know, I know. But i’m Canadian! Seeing cities with ruins and the ocean and cool architecture is always shocking to me. The most historical thing we have in Canada is like… the parliament," you sighed. "Hey, don’t hate on your country now, gotta represent them at the World Cup soon," she said, squeezing your hand. "I love Canada! It’s just boring," you defended yourself, pointing absentmindedly to one particularly well kept piece of the Acropolis.

After that tour, you walked around the city with no specific goal in mind. "Ooh! Gelato!" Patri said, pointing at a cute little shop with a pink gelato sign. "Woah… gelato before lunch? I like this version of you baby," you said to her, jokingly running your hand up her abs and kissing her quickly. "Oh shush. What harm will it do? The season is over, we’ll be under so many rules before the cup… let loose mi amor!" she said to you.

And so you did. That day, you had gelato three times.

Day two:

Needless to say, you and Patri were extremely competitive... which only made arcade games more fun. Once you arrived to a popular but pretty empty arcade due to the fact that it was Monday, you had an idea. "How about we make this interesting?" you said after choosing your first game. "Hmm... what do you have in mind mi amor?" Patri asked. "The person with the most tickets at the end of two hours has to pay for anything the other wants when we go shopping," you proposed. "Oh easy!" Patri exclaimed.

She was so wrong. Growing up with four brothers made you extremely good at video games, and somehow, luck was always on your side. By the hour and a half mark, you had almost twice as many tickets as Patri. "How the hell are you doing this?" she groaned, pulling out ten tickets from the machine as you watched about 60 pour out and into your hands. "You shouldn't have underestimated me," you shrugged. "Okay. I give up, you win! Im calling it quits," she groaned. "YES! I WINNNN!" you exclaimed as your girlfriend watched you throw your hands up in the air. "Yeah yeah," she said, rolling her eyes. "How about we put our tickets together and buy the rainbow monkey," you said, pointing at a pretty big prize hanging from the ceiling. "Hmm... okay. Do we have enough?" she asked you, pulling out a couple tickets. "Well with your 300 and my 1300, yeah, we do," you winked at her.

You bought the monkey and then headed outside. Patri swung her arm around your waist and then pulled out her phone. She asked a woman if she would take a picture, and your spanish girlfriend kissed you and held you close to her as the woman smiled and took pictures. "You guys are beautiful," she smiled at you both kindly. You both thanked her multiple times before continuing your walk. The next stop for the day was a picnic. You stopped at a deli to get cheese, bread, charcuteries, pastries, fruit and drinks for the picnic. When you arrived at a park with blossoming trees and tall green grass, you set up your meal and ate, laughed and drank, all underneath the watchful eye of an old oak, and the monkey you had named Zeus.

Day three: Beach day! This was easily the day you were most excited for. You had already gotten a tan from just walking around the warm city, but you couldn't wait to even it out on the beach. That morning, you woke up at 8:00, quickly put on a black bikini and white beach pants, did some light makeup and put on gold jewelry before taking your turn to pull Patri out of bed. You had smoothie bowls for breakfast along with coffee and a danish and then you headed to the beach. The day could not have been better. Patri took hundreds of pictures of you, and you took thousands of Patri. She looked so cute in her bikini, you felt as though you would melt.

After an hour of tanning on the surprisingly quiet beach, Patri sat up and placed her hand on your back. She gently rubbed her hand up and down your spine, making you smile. "You want to go swim don’t you?" you laughed. You turned around to face her and she smiled at you with puppy eyes. "Okay, let’s go baby," you said, jumping up and grabbing her hand. You both started running madly. Sand flew up, your laughs were heard throughout the beach and your smiled were so bright. But when you reached the water, you had to uphold your girlfriend duties, which meant stopping your run and pushing Patri into the water. Your girlfriend fell forward with a huge splash. The water got strangely deep very quickly so she stayed under for a couple seconds.

The spaniard came back up, spluttering and coughing. "Y/n!" she yelled, looking at you with a shocked look as you smiled innocently. "Yeah?" you smiled.

Before you knew it, Patri had grabbed your waist and lifted you over her shoulder. You kicked your legs and screamed all while laughing but the spaniard was strong, and your efforts did nothing as seconds later, you were submerged in the water. When you came back up, you wiped the hair off of your face and laughed loudly. You pushed against the current to stand in front of your girlfriend, your body pressed to hers. Her hands lay lazily on your hip bones as yours wrapped around her neck. "Truce?" you asked gently. "Mhm… how could I say no to that face," she said, kissing you lovingly.

Day four:

Shopping. You had been so excited to shop, it having always been something you loved to do. And so, after sleeping in until 9:00 and leaving the hotel at around 10:00, you had a quick breakfast and then headed to the busiest street in Athens. The whole day was spent walking into shops and buying souvenirs for your friends and family as well as trying on hundreds of different pieces, mostly payed by Patri. But she didn’t mind, some of the things you bought she would have killed to see you wear every day, so she didn’t have a care in the world about paying.

You were currently in a small boutique that sold very original and colourful suits, and as you would both be attending an award ceremony soon enough, you thought that there was no better place to buy an outfit. Patri chose a purple suit to represent barcelona, and to match with her you chose an off the shoulder silk purple dress. You were excited to wear it with her.

By the time you returned to the hotel, you both had five bags of clothes and souvenirs.

You dropped the bags into a corner of the room and plopped down on the bed. "This was the best vacation ever. Thank you baby. Thank you," you said to her, turning your head and smiling at her. She was laying down next to you and her smile was wide. Her eyes traced your features and then she close the gab between the both of you. You kissed her lovingly, slipping your hand under her shirt and passing your hand on her abs. "Cant believe I need to leave you for two months now," she said sadly. "I’ll call you every day my love. Deal?" you said gently. "Deal, mi amor," she said sweetly.

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3 for the ask game! Tell me abt any of the transformers fellas 🤖

OHHH MY GOD GLADLY MY DEAR MUTUAL-

Let's start with starscream, the guy who got me into this mess.

The first time I saw starscream was on here, actually. I was just scrolling through middle earth posts on my for you when I saw.. this

I couldn't stop giggling over this. His wet-cat energy and pathetic "I'm stupid, I'm stupid!" captivated me. this clip I think is one of the things that cemented me as my favorite. Among other things.

I didn't get into transformers unil the 22cnd of december (came REALLY late, jesus! everyone was done shopping for me already!) And the more I learned of him, that attachment I'd already formed grew tenfold. ..That and yeah if it's not obvious, I have.. a pretty big crush on him AHAH,, like. I was trying to deduce if I wasn't normal about him in the platonic way, or in that way, lmao.

Transformers animated starscream (voiced by THE tom kenny, spongebob sqaurepants himself) is the main starscream I crush on, believe it or not. Animated is my favorite, after all.

While starscream is always a traitor, the difference here is that this starscream still carries that same cowardice, but is a lot more villainous and cunning. Even though his plans have failed, he carries them out very well. I also really like his design here! (this, and his gen 1 and transformers prime design are some of my favorites) it's his gen 1 palette but darker! i fucking love the heels also, and the little talons. He's built like a jet, too.

I love starscream so much. Like, period. I could go on and on. What you need to know is that it did NOT take that long for him to become my blorbo and main crush for the franchise. Never change, you treacherous, traitorous, bitch of a bot. Never change.

However! There is one other blorbo, one who took me a bit before I grew attached to him. ..Four episodes, actually.

This is prowl in transformers animated, a part of our main autobots for the show. Prowl is a ninja (JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AROUND AND SPIN-) who's quiet and a bit more of a loner. He starts out having to learn how to work with a team when it comes to battle. At first I kinda just. brushed him off as "oh he's the lone wolf character. whatever." And then episode four rolls around. "Blast from the past"

In this episode, we see prowl become fascinated with earth's organic life. We see him watch a cat and mimic its behaviors, watch birds, and eventually a nature documentary. He also has a tree in his room at base, which he winds up keeping and taking care of. ..This moment cemented him as a favorite, along with his behavior throughout the entire episode.

His bonds with the other characters are also adorable! He cares greatly for the others and would do anything for them! I love his blunt nature also. It captivates and kinda resonates with me lmao. He's also just like, really cool lol- I don't know if it's my ninjago roots returning but. Man he's just cool.. ninja's around..

As his character progressed, so did my liking of him. He became my third favorite in the autobots, just behind ratchet, the medic-bot.

So you got TWO blorbos! What a treat! :D