#chip antlers

[screaminmonstrosity]

CHIP IS THAT U

[blackbearmagic]

@ the cashier who gave me a funny look because I wanted to buy the ornament that I had accidentally dropped and broken: I told you a little super glue would make him right again.

[groveofsouls]

tag dump seven ft. general charas part two !!

[tulliebxby]

𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢

Alastor x Fem reader

♡ themes: Alastor being a cutie pie, fluff, a little suggestive? ♡

Theres nothing Alastor despises more about himself than the intense biological urges he’s forced through annually. He’s always prided himself as being a well presented man, however each October it gets hard for him to present himself as such.

His antlers grow without warning, making him prone to headaches with how heavy his head feels. Not to mention the pieces of stringy velvet that are always hanging off.

His skin feels hot to the touch, his forehead is always a little damp from the sweat, his eyes twitch, he itches everywhere.

He looks a mess, even when he tries to look presentable.

That’s why he makes himself scarce, every year on that dreaded month, he makes as little appearances as possible. ESPECIALLY now that he’s at the hotel, however being surrounded by this many nosy people, it gets harder for him to stay locked away for long without people questioning.

However, this year was different, you were here.

You have known Alastor a while, long before coming to the hotel, although you’ve never caught him during a rut before.

Now that you’re living in the same vicinity as the man, you’re (un)fortunate enough to catch it. And it definitely is strange for him, there are unusual feelings that weren’t there before you had arrived.

There was a strange sense of protectiveness he had over you.

Presently, it is the beginning of October in the depths of Hell. You decided to start the day by baking, because why not! You look at recipes for little desserts and find one for chocolate chip cookies that you had ingredients for.

You were in the hotel kitchen, an old 50’s song track on in the background as you mix up the cookie batter, you hum along happily mixing.

You hear a familiar popping of static in the air behind you, turning your head around to see your dear friend making an appearance from out of the shadows.

“Ah! What’s all this, my dear?” He tilts his head a little, smiling wide as per usual, you smiled back at him.

“Baking, I’m making cookies!!” You beamed, his smile became that little bit wider.

“How lovely!”

He likes a girl that can bake, and although he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, he still admires your efforts, he loves watching you either way.

Now that he thinks about it, he loves watching you do anything. Whether that’s reading, walking, talking, laughing, smiling..

His smile tightens at his thoughts, feeling fidgety all of a sudden, theres a fuzzy feeling in his stomach that seems to grow the more he thinks.

He blinks a couple times as his eyebrows furrowed, watching as you hum and pour the chocolate chips into the batter and stirred, gently folding over the mixture.

Too busy to notice that you have turned around once more, watching him stare at your delicate fingers.

“Would you like to stir?”

You smile, moving to the side a little, he seems to snap out of whatever trance he was in as you spoke, stepping forward and in front of the bowl and taking hold of the wooden spoon.

“Now.. the trick is to fold the batter gently, so the texture is kept light, like this..”

You slide your soft hand onto his, guiding the spoon across the mixture.

His chest felt a little tight as he breathed, looking down at your hand on top of his. Oh gosh, he swears he’s never felt this… fuzzy before.

What’s the matter with him? Why is he having these odd thoughts. He’s known you for decades, why are these strange… perverse.. thoughts pushing their way into his brain? Surely this was beneath him.

He couldn’t keep his crimson eyes off of your hands on his, good grief, was it warm in there? Why had he began to feel himself sweat?

He should get a hold of himself, really. A sweet little lady like you? He can’t believe himself.

What are you doing to him?

[fandomnerd9602]

Six Months

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Your doe, your mate, had been secretive lately. Wanda was spending time alone, away from you. If you tried to enter her room, she would lock the door. If you wanted to spend an evening with her, she would run away.

“Not yet!” She would say. Her voice carried a little bit of giddiness but still you found it odd.

You and her were approaching your six month anniversary. Six glorious months of being mates. True most of it was still spent cuddling and watching movies together, neither of you were ready for anything else. But still it was glorious.

You woke up on the actual date with a smile on your face. Your plan was ready. You bolted into the kitchen in the early morning hours.

Wanda walked out of her room to the fresh smell of chocolate chip pancakes.

"Are those for me, detka?" she asks inquisitively. You hand her a stack of pancakes and give her a kiss to the cheek.

"Happy six month anniversary, my doe" you smile at her.

"Detka" she giggles.

"One more thing!" you rush into your room and pull out a small deer plushie, bringing it back to your doe like a kid on Christmas.

Wanda gasps, it was beautiful in her eyes. The fur was the same color as her hair. The antlers were shaped just like hers and the eyes were an exact match of hers. "It's like me in plushie!" she exclaims, "I love it!"

She hugs you tight and kisses your jaw. You loved her jaw kisses.

"I have a surprise for you too," she explains, "but only tonight, ok?"

"oh alright" you say playfully before you each strolled off to your rooms to go and get ready for the day.

Within the hour, Wanda was happily skipping the halls of the sanctuary. Her best wolf pal Natasha came up to her, "so did you do it yet?"

"No not yet." Wanda answers, "I'm waiting for the evening. Thanks again for helping me"

"What are pals for?" Natasha gives a little wink, "just let me know how it goes"

Wanda walked into your office with a mischievous little stride. "You're not getting a peep out of me" she states with her arms crossed.

"I'm sure whatever it is, I'm gonna love it" you give her forehead a little kiss. You pull out two PB&J sandwiches and hand one to her. The two of you playfully clink your sandwiches together and take a bite.

The day ended and so came the evening. You and Wanda ordered takeout and watched a few episodes of the Dick Van Dyke show, Wanda's favorite show.

"I'm ready" she states as her favorite episode ends.

"Oh?"

"Just stay here" she says with a little smile before walking into her room. Wanda walks out holding her guitar, looking at you sheepishly. “This was my surprise for you” she steadies her guitar and begins strumming it.

I'll be your candle on the water,

My love for you will always burn.

I know you're lost and drifting

But the clouds are lifting.

Don't give up, you have somewhere to turn.

You couldn’t help but begin to tear up a little. She looked so serene as she strummed her guitar and sung.

I'll be your candle on the water,

'Till every wave is warm and bright.

My soul is there beside you,

Let this candle guide you.

Soon you'll see a golden stream of light.

The soft flicker of the Edison bulbs in your apartment illuminating her face, it just looked so serene.

Look for me, reaching out to show,

As sure as rivers flow,

I'll never let you go.

I'll never let you go.

I'll never let you go...

She brought the song to a close. You got up and walked over to her. You knelt before your doe, cupping her face in your hands.

You touched your forehead to hers. “I’ll never let you go, my amazing doe”

“Happy anniversary, my love” she giggles.

Year or two later, you found your doe gently singing that same song to your sleeping infant daughter. You just stood in the doorway listening with the same awe as you did the first time.

Your doe, Wanda Maximoff, the love of your life and keeper of your heart.

Tags @lifespectator @olsenmyolsen @supercorpdanbeau @scarletquake-n7 @revanshand @russianredassassin @aloneodi @julieromanoff @pinklawyerwinnerzonk @multi-fandom-enjoyer

[thirteenducks]

rest for the weary

(neuvillette x fem!reader) [sfw]

༻❁༺ content: fem!reader (reader is referred to as 'girl'), no established relationship

༻❁༺ word count: ~1.9k

༻❁༺ tags: sickfic? sort of?, mild hurt/comfort, gentle and tender Neuvillette, being overworked, fainting, neuvillette is sexy in a paramedic kind of way, crimes against gloves, almost-crimes against pastries, "you will be taken care of So Help Me" neuvillette, very self indulgent, can you tell i'm a college student

༻❁༺ author’s note: blame my mutuals for putting talk about neuvillette being gentlemanly and kind on my twitter feed. this is their fault and also the four glasses of sangria i drank before i wrote this

Neuvillette would like to believe he understands human behavior quite well by now. What he does not understand is their tendency to be self-sacrificial to the point of exhaustion. When your stress reaches a fever pitch, he steps in.

You don’t remember if it was the fatigue or the hunger that you noticed first. Both have been on the fringes of your consciousness since you left your bed early this morning. Right now, they’re kept at bay only by a lingering headache that worsens as you step out into the clear day.

The beautiful azure of the morning sky above. The flocks of pigeons that dapple the steps of the Palais Mermonia like sunlight through leaves. The hum of the Court of Fontaine as coffee sales begin for the morning. All are lost on you as you forge ahead, feet barely clearing the cobblestone below them.

The papers on your desk, stacked high and demanding attention, are all that your bleary eyes register at the moment. Anything else is secondary.

As much as your conscience would contend it, your current predicament isn’t entirely your fault. Sure, you had procrastinated a bit when the pile of records was first assigned to you, and maybe hadn’t chipped away at it the way you could’ve if you planned ahead. 

For a gestionnaire, though, it’s also just that time of year when the clouds pour rain daily and the opera house sees a never-ending rotation of cases.

So if that means some sacrifices on your side are required, you’re willing to make them for the good of the Court. You’re certainly not the only one, either. The circles under the Chief Justice’s eyes always grow darker during the rainy season; you hope he’s taking better care of himself than you are.

Once you’ve gotten rid of this batch of paperwork, you’ll be free to rest for a while, you tell yourself. You can take a break. Maybe you could walk to that cafe down the street with the nice cashier and get yourself breakfast, if the rain isn't too bad by midmorning.

Your knees waver under you as you carry the precarious stack of records to the threshold of your office. On second thought, maybe you should ask if they offer delivery.

The low murmur of a familiar voice, a pleasant bass melody, reaches you as you step out into the plush carpet of the hallway. It floats through your dizzy head like syrup.

Good. You won’t have to walk far to give these to Neuvillette, then. You’re not sure your feet would carry you all the way to his office anyway, and you’d rather not field any uncomfortable questions about your health from such an esteemed man. 

Assuming what you hope is a pleasant expression, you approach the Iudex and Sedene as he bends at the waist to inspect a bump on her antler. 

There’s a very becoming look of concern on his face, you notice. It must be nice to be the focus of such care.

The unfazed voice of a Melusine comes from somewhere below you: “I promise it’s just a mosquito bite, Monsieur. I must’ve stood around the docks for too long this morning.” 

“Even so... I would administer some anti-inflammatory soon, Sedene. Please don’t neglect your health,” he chides as he pats her head affectionately.

Neuvillette rises again to his full height, catching your eye as you draw near to him.

A fetching smile upturns the corners of his mouth. He greets you with a stately nod, holding out his right hand for your stack of records. Your gaze flits to his other hand, currently engaged by an apple turnover.

Ah. A gift from a Melusine, no doubt. You hope he enjoys it, even if a part of your brain wants you to snatch it for yourself.

If Neuvillette catches the way your eyes linger on his breakfast, he doesn’t mention it. What he does is quirk his head to the left in a silent question as he continues to stand with his hand outstretched.

Oh, archons. How long have you been standing in front of him with a blank look on your face? Too long to be appropriate, certainly.

Clearing your throat and forcing a smile, you take a step forward to hand off your pile of papers to him. Only, instead of making contact with the floor of the hallway, your shoe falls into thin air as your other knee buckles and your back falls towards the carpet.

As your consciousness slips, you feel a cool hand snake around your waist.

Your head goes limp, bouncing a bit with the impact until the pastry drops to the carpet and Neuvillette’s other gloved hand comes to cradle the back of your neck.

He’s caught you. He wishes you were awake to instruct him what to do next.

He lowers you to the ground softly, brow creased with worry. Sedene stands next to him with a similar expression, holding the turnover she saved as it fell. 

“Sedene. Bring me a pillow from the sofa in my office, please. Quickly.”

The Melusine salutes and she darts off. His eyes never leave your face as he kneels, large frame bent over you protectively.

Releasing your waist, he brings a hand up to his teeth and tugs off the glove in a smooth motion before resting his bare fingers against your forehead. A curse in a tongue unknown to all but him breaks the quiet air and his brows knit together. Humans and their damned self-sacrificial nature.

Sedene returns holding a cushion. He eases it under your head with care, ensuring your neck is supported before he retracts the hand underneath.

There in the Palais hallway, the Iudex of Fontaine strips himself of his judge’s coat, uncaring of decorum at the moment. Gentle hands graze your bare skin as he wraps the garment around your shoulders. Were you conscious, you would feel the softness of the silk lining against your cheek and the scent of the ocean it carries with it.

He knows from his extensive observations of human behavior that you’ve probably only collapsed from fatigue, not sickness. And yet… and yet he cannot keep himself from stroking your forehead, cool fingertips resting there as he meditates.

Another moment passes before he makes up his mind. Your body rises from the carpeted hallway floor into strong arms, seldom-seen muscles flexing under his white undershirt. 

The change in altitude brings you halfway out of your daze. Through hazy vision, you catch the sight of pale skin moving above you. His slit eyes meet yours and you don't manage more than a small sound of confusion before you’re pulled back under by sleep.

With a brief nod to Sedene, Neuvillette carries you to his office in a few quick strides. The door slides shut behind him.

Your hands unconsciously tug on his lapels and you curl your body closer to the warmth of his chest, making his ears burn.

Every time he thinks he understands your species, something like this happens. 

He had certainly noticed your energy waning over the last few days, but he worried about the propriety of mentioning such a thing to you. Would you resent him for asking about something so personal? Should he send someone closer to you to step in before you hurt yourself?

In the end, he had settled for bringing you breakfast from a nearby cafe. He glances at the turnover, now sitting innocently on his coffee table courtesy of Sedene. It taunts him.

The silence in his office is deafening as Neuvillette lays you carefully on the sofa next to his desk. He runs through the list of human vitals in his head.

You’re breathing quite deeply. Your pulse is healthy and strong as his fingers press against the side of your throat. The color in your face is returning to its normal shade. Surely all you lack is a good meal, which he can certainly provide, and some rest. 

Then why do his hands shake as he pours tea into a cup on the table before you?

Why can he not keep his eyes from you as you sleep, chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm? 

Why does he find it impossible to return to the paperwork that calls his name just a few feet away?

A clap of thunder shakes the building.

He doesn’t realize how long his eyes have been trained on yours until you’re staring back at him through lowered lids, awakened by the noise.

It takes about a half second for you to remember the circumstances of a few minutes prior and gasp, sitting up with a speed that makes Neuvillette reach towards you in concern. His coat falls from where it was draped across you and you stare at it, unblinking. 

Your gaze flits to Neuvillette, bare to the wrist. He watches silently as you register the sofa you’re laid upon and the lavish office around you.

The Chief Justice makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat when you rush to stand up, face burning. Your head spins - whether from fatigue or embarrassment, you’re not sure. A million apologies threaten to spill from your mouth at once.

With your head bowed and your feet unsteady below you, you don’t see the hand rising to your face until a cool sensation spreads over your flushed forehead. The surprise of it shuts you up immediately. When you do dare to raise your eyes, you hardly trust what you see in front of you.

There is no anger in the face of the Iudex, in the downturned curve of his mouth or the crease of his brow. Only tender concern presents itself as he addresses you.

“You appear to be feverish. Please, sit back down. I won’t have you fainting again if I can help it.” He removes his hand from your skin, leaving behind a burning sensation that you can't attribute to a fever.

“Mon- Monsieur?”

He tuts, raising the cup of tea to your hand and folding it into your grasp. “Drink, please,” he murmurs, face etched with care. 

You blink a few times, sipping the drink as if compelled by magic. It's sweeter than you’re expecting.

“Good girl.” 

You nearly choke on it.

If possible, Neuvillette looks even more distressed by your sudden coughing fit. “You’re far redder than when you awoke. The fever reducer in this blend should help with that, but in the meantime, please take some of this…”

The minutes pass quietly. Periodically, Neuvillette instructs you in a gentle tone to drink your tea or eat a bit of pastry. He absolutely forbids you to stand after the second time you attempt to excuse yourself.

When he's been assured that you're comfortable, he speaks again.

“May I ask why you believe those papers you were attempting to bring me were worth working yourself to exhaustion over?” 

His words are authoritative, but his voice carries such softness that you can’t help but be honest with him.

“I’m so very sorry, Monsieur. It won’t happen again. I’ve just had a lot on my plate this week.”

Neuvillette's violet eyes are melancholy as they meet yours. “Of course. It’s a busy time of year for us all,” he says, shifting his gaze to the steady rain outside. “I do hope you know, however, that I would far rather your work be late than your health to fail on my account.”

You duck your head. “...I understand, Monsieur.”

The man’s stately expression fades into something unreadable at that.

“...Please, call me Neuvillette.”

You were unaware that his voice, so commanding in the courtroom, could sound so tender directed at you.

Your gaze darts up from the floor. The Iudex is not meeting your eyes. His are fixed instead on the light drizzle pattering the windowpane. A faint swathe of color decorates his lofty cheekbones.

As you smile and nod your head, pronouncing his name with a few words of thanks, the morning sun streams into the room behind you.

It’s getting to be quite the lovely day outside.

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery:A bloody fight of survival begins between you and the wolves

CH-6: A bloody fight

The wolf bared its fangs at you, creeping closer, inch by inch. Your feet felt like it was made out of bricks as you just stared at it. Finally the wolf jumped at you,with its mouth open wide. But before the wolf could come into contact with your skin, it was shoved away to the ground with a headbutt from Charlie.

You were snapped out of your daze when you heard your ewe shout at you. You quickly reached into your bag to find the pepper spray and knife you packed. The wolf was about to jump onto Charlie, but you were faster.

Holding the pepper spray in one hand and the knife with other, you lunged onto the wolf. Was this absolute stupidity? Maybe. But the ewe just saved your life and no way in hell you were going to let it get eaten now. You quickly sprayed in the wolf's face, making it temporarily blind, before shoving the pocket knife in its throat. Blood sprayed across your cheeks from the impact. The wolf was pushed back and your knife remained stuck inside the wolf. Its neck now bleeding as it was now limping and began to retreat.

While you were fighting, Niffty quickly rushed up to the the wolf closing in on Alastor. They couldn't forget the fear they felt when husk, who was now a cat, told them about the dire situation Alastor was in. It was a miracle that Husk recognised them even in this form. It was probably one of his bartender's specialties he's so proud of. But they were glad that you followed along, cause they didn't know what to do by themselves.

Niffty quickly bit The wolf's leg as it was about to bite alastor. The wolf let out a painted grunt as it looked at its attacker. You were just finished with your own fight at the moment. Huffing, you turned to look at the deer's situation.

Alastor used this moment of distraction of the wolf to pull himself up and swing his antlers through the wolf, piercing it. More blood sprayed the ground as the wolf's now dead body fell to the ground. Exhaustion and pain finally caught up to Alastor as he now laid on the ground with a thud.

You were still breathing heavily. Fear and exhaustion setting in your body as the adrenaline slowly went away. The ewe ran to you nuzzled your hand a little before running to the deer. All of your animals seemed to surround the deer as the deer was observing all of you with its red piercing eyes. Finally all of the animals eyes fell on you, it was like they were pleading you to help the deer.

You slowly got up, almost stumbling and falling down, before slowly reaching up to the deer. It was staring at you quite intensely. You slowly sat beside it and held out your hand towards its body to examine it's injuries. But the deer let out a grunt as its body tensed up, startling you before you could touch it.

'Alastor, she just wants to help! Let her examine your wounds you radio freak!' Vaggie scolded Alastor. She was feeling really pathetic for not being able to help. 'Vaggie, you don't have shout at him, he'll understand...' Charlie said while looking at Alastor with concern. '..Why do you all trust this girl so much..?' Alastor inquired before letting out a painted moan. 'Well she is the one taking care of us now and she's a really nice girl,sir!' Niffty said chipping in.

'Fine..' Alastor really didn't like when other people touched him. But he didn't really have a choice right now. He couldn't let himself die as a deer of all things, not when he has so much planned for the future. Alastor looked at you as you gently guided your hands again towards his wounds, now taking extra precaution to not startle him.

It looked like the deer hadn't suffered that much wounds. But there are some cuts and gashes that'll need to be sewn up. Most of the blood covering it's body was from the wolves. But unless the wounds were sewn up, it might get worse.

You looked at the deer to find it already staring at you. "Looks like you aren't in that much of a bad shape buddy..." You awkwardly said towards the deer. "But we might need to get you patched up..." Your voice trailed off in the end, wondering how the hell you'll be able to sew wounds of a deer. It might run away as soon as it gets it's strength to move.

You decided the best course of action would be to do that before it gained the strength to move then. There was still some time before light would go away. "Stay here, I'll be right back" standing quickly, you dashed towards your cabin. Grabbing your first aid kits and some clean towel, you again rushed back. You knew your legs will probably cry tomorrow but you couldn't care less.

"Hold still okay..?" You said as you prepared to sew the wounds. You were prepared for a lot of thrashing or even the deer to ran away from the pain. But the deer surprisingly let itself be sewn up like a champ. "Now that's my good boy.." you said as you finished sewing. Then you took the towel and wiped as much blood and guts from its body as you could. You could feel your stomach turning at the sight but you held it in.

It was already evening when you were finished. All the animals, including the cat now was just sitting behind you as you worked. 'Ya know, didn't take you for the type to care for Alastor husky. Even if he was dying ' Angel said, resting on Charlie's wool. Husk and Alastor were both told of the whole ordeal by now. 'I fucking don't! But we got lost on earth and I don't know what would have happened to me if he died here!' Husk said with venom. 'Now,now.. don't fight guys..' Charlie awkwardly said.

"Stop following me"

You turned around and told to the deer who was just behind you. After you finished cleaning what you could, the deer stood up. You were happy it could walk so quickly. You smiled and hoped it could go back to its flock quickly and not get targeted by any other wolves in its way. You began to go back to the cabin with your animals. But for some reason the deer wouldn't stop following you.

The deer just stared at you, tilting it's head. You sighed, not knowing what to do. You didn't want to try scaring it away knowing what it did to the wolf. You just kept walking towards you cabin. Hoping it will go away by itself.

It didn't. You were opening the lock of your door while you could feel it breathing down behind your back. Unlocking your door you quickly let the small animals in and got inside yourself. Just as you were about to close the door quickly, the deer stopped it with its hoof. Then it easily pushed the door open with its antlers and let itself inside.

"Wow, okay, I have a deer inside my cabin right now, alright..." You mumbled to yourself as the deer walked into the room beside your own with the bookshelves and plopped itself down on the ground. Seemingly resting.

"God I definitely need a warm bath right now.." you desperately wanted to clean yourself after all that blood and gore. You decided to clean all the bloody footprints of the animals on the floor later and pray that the deer doesn't destroy the cabin when you come back.

After your bath, you came to find the floors squeaky clean. The puppy sat on the now clean floor as it looked up at you and barked happily. You were too tired to question anything at the moment so you just crouched down and pat the puppy

"You did a great job protecting the deer. Now let's get you some food" You said as you stood up and went to kitchen.

As you were putting niffty's food on a bowl, you suddenly heard some meowing coming from around your leg. Being surprised, you looked down to see the grumpy cat from earlier. You didn't even notice that it followed you home. You crouched down to pat it too. It scooted away from your touch at first. But then it looked at the puppy then just let itself be petted?

You patted it a bit then stood up"You must be hungry too, let's get you something to eat as well" the cat's face almost lit up at your words. It made you think it probably let itself be petted cause of food. Now you didn't have any cat food with you but you supposed some fish will have to do.

You grabbed some fish and prepared it for the cat and gave both the puppy and the cat their food. You left some fruits out in case the moth wanted to eat and went to check in on the deer. The deer seemed to be resting closing its eyes. Your sheep and moth seemed to be there too. Your eyes wondered around the bruises of the deer's body. You felt bad for it but also surprised at how sturdy he was. You took a blanket and put it over it's body. You didn't notice the deer staring at you as you exited the room.

You decided to skip dinner and made sure everything was locked before returning to your room. You just plopped onto the bed, ready to call it a day. Suddenly you heard something shuffling into your bed. And then the head of your fluffy ewe came into your view. You smiled and held her closer. "Thank you for saving my life back there buddy" you gave it a small kiss on its forehead. The ewe nuzzled closer to you in response and let out a satisfying sound.

You finally thought back on all the events that took place in one day. 'I have a sheep, a moth, a puppy, a spider, a cat and a DEER of all things in my house. Who would have guessed..'

"What's next? A damn snake?"you mumbled.

You probably shouldn't have said that..

(A.N: So I wanted to give a shout-out to this one Alastor RP account on twitter who said he wouldn't mind if I was the one holding his leash and I-

Sjabhakak- hello????sir????😳😳😳)

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heyy girl i think if u haven’t what abt u write a dbf miguel x reader ik i see so many but theyre so gd to read they get me so invested every time🤷🏽‍♀️

summary: you’ve just come home from college for christmas but there’s a stranger in your bedroom

a/n: dbf as in dads best friend or dad boy friend? 😭 i’d do either but for this i’ll do dads best friend bc… yh. also tysm for the request it means sm 😚😚😚 also I guess this is a fic now? Bc I kinda hate one shots bci can never cut down on lore and stuff.

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You hadn’t realised how easily college had managed to seep its way into every aspect of your life, pulling you away from both your family and social life, until you came home for Christmas.

Everyone looks so different, your mum is more colourful and chirpy, your father is healthier and your brother is surprisingly mature. But what takes you most by surprise is the lack of silence that has taken them by storm. When you had come home for the summer most of your stay had been filled with an uncomfortable but unfortunately familiar silence following you around but now, you can’t shut them up.

The entirety of the drive home from the train station is full of chatter, and for once they include you. They seem so genuinely invested about you that you don't even question the randomness of their questions, ranging from the journey home and the local shops that surround your campus.

“I heard that there's one of those pretentious, hipster coffee places nearby,” your dad claims from the driver's seat, not bothering to look around at you.

“Vegan?” you offer dryly, unsure of it he knows you work there or not.

“That's it!” he clicks proudly, resulting in both you and your brother sharing a sigh.

Part of you hopes that it’s because of you; that maybe they realised how much they loved you while you were gone and now feel overjoyed at your return. There’s a feeling of doubt floating around in your mind, telling you that this is just a random occurrence, but you push it to the side, wanting to focus on the positive and unrealistic.

***

Your brother helps you lug your suitcase into the house claiming, ‘It’s the least I can do’ which is surreal coming from someone who hasn’t written to you the entirety of your time away. You hand him your antler clifton all the same, glad you didn't have to carry it across the drive as well as up the stairs.

The warmth from the house welcomes you in, the softness of the heated air a stark difference from the harsh bitterness from outside. The sweet smell of cinnamon and gingerbread candles lures you in so soothingly that you don't even notice the extra pair of shoes neatly paired together with the rest by the front door.

“I'll leave it here,” your brother mutters before sliding across the floorboards towards the living room on the heels of his feet- not as mature as you presumed. You smile half-heartedly with a small nod, jealous of how easily he can dismiss himself.

And suddenly you’re alone again, left to your own devices as your parents go start dinner and your brother now yelling into his mic from the living room. It hurts slightly, moments ago they were all over you, so invested in you and your life that you forgot what they're truly like. It's the way it always been and you're a fool for thinking otherwise.

You scold yourself for being so naive as to believe that they'd changed, that they weren't as self-absorbed as they used to be, before pulling yourself away from your sea of negative thoughts.

You stare at your suitcase, bright white light shining on it from the lamp hanging above your head, and decide to leave it there, too tired to carry it upstairs to your room.

The steps creak under your weight as you slouch up the stairs, one hand idly dragging across the chipped bannister. You can't count how many times your dad’s tried to repaint it, how much money he's spent on overpriced glosses and varnishes, how many hours he's spent sanding the thing down.

As you cross the landing, thick carpet dampening the sound of your steps, you the bathroom door left ajar and the soft heat emanating from it. Which is… weird because both your parents and your brother are downstairs. But you shrug it off, too fed up to care, and drag yourself over to your bedroom, head drooping downwards with fatigue.

Casually, you push your door open, expecting the room to be empty and your bed freshly made as it often is when you come home for the holidays. Except it isn't.

Soft jazz music hums throughout the room, playing from a speaker you can't quite place, and the smell of an intoxicatingly strong aftershave clings to the air. Your walls are still decorated with the wallpaper you had when you left but it's covered in various posters. Some are boring and presumably scientific based on the array of symbols, whereas others are insanely niche but you don't really put too much effort into trying to understand them- you're too distracted by the man standing in the middle of your room, half naked and dripping with water.

He's tall, intimidatingly so, but the soft dimples that form in his cheeks as he smiles down at you soothe your nerves- slightly.

“Hey,” he grins down at you, head now cocked to the side and pats his ear causing water droplets to drip onto your carpeted floor.

You blink at him, completely dumbstruck and unsure of what to do. “What the fuck?” you breathe shakily, palms clamming up as your brain desperately flickers between arousal and fear.

The man’s brow furrows at your anxious tone and his smile falters slightly. “I think I should be the one cursing here,” he jests, tone annoyingly light, “you’ve just walked into my room without knocking or anything.”

“You're room?” you scoff, arms folding across your chest. “You're the stranger here, not me.”

He grins at your attitude, those dimples presenting themselves again. “I’m offended, has it been that long since you've last seen me?” he questions, large hand splayed across his chest feigning offence.

You pause for a moment and let your gaze scan him for a moment. He looks familiar, dark slicked back hair and mahogany eyes that are simultaneously scrutinizing and sympathetic.

“A la mierda, querida, have you really forgotten me?” he teases.

And then it clicks. You feel so embarrassed now, for not recognising him. Miguel, your dad’s best friend who you haven't seen for years, is finally visiting again.

He does look different now, though. He's still tall and his face is as chiselled as ever, though there are creases in his skin from when he's smiled too often or squinted too hard at the sun, but he's bulked up a considerable amount. His biceps look bigger than your thighs, tensing and relaxing with every slight movement and shining with the shower water in the yellow light of the evening sun. In fact, his entire body is covered in muscles, and what you can see of his lower half is toned, covered in dark tufts of hair, yes, but the curvature of each muscle is still visible.

He clears his throat and you realise that you’ve been staring longer than intended, shame burning hot on your neck.

“Sorry,” you mutter, “about not recognising you.”

He shrugs off your apology, which irks you slightly but you push past it, and smile once again. “I look different, old age is catching up on me.”

That's definitely what's different.

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[lorei-writes]

Lost & Found

Keiths x Reader Thrilling/Spooky Prompts: Gods AU, Shapeshifters AU, Gates 701 words Event: "The Fair Returns" Gift Exchange hosted at @flash-exchange

My gift for @daegupaksu ! <3 I hope you like it, Aki! >:)

In the forest of your dreams, there is a gate. Pass me, pass me, it calls out to you from within and without, ushers you through the slumberous mist until you emerge from its shallows and climb onto the shore of consciousness. Yet it is not your bed where you rouse; there is no duvet and there are no four walls, no pillows, no blankets, no familiar posters you’ve once hanged. It is just the bleak, starless sky above, dried husks of harrowed trees, and a solitary arch, stones hastily arranged as if by a toddler’s hand.

In the forest of your dreams, there is a gate. Pass me, pass me, it calls out to you from within and without, ushers you through the slumberous mist until you emerge from its shallows and climb onto the shore of consciousness. Yet it is not your bed where you rouse; there is no duvet and there are no four walls, no pillows, no blankets, no familiar posters you’ve once hanged. It is just the bleak, starless sky above, dried husks of harrowed trees, and a solitary arch, stones hastily arranged as if by a toddler’s hand.

Come closer.

Go away!

Cold clings to your clothes, seeps deep into every soaked fibre, stings your skin and punctures it with a hundred burning needles. You need to move, to get out of there… to walk through the gate, as something, a voice, instructs you. A shadow walks the path in front of you, the withered grass muffling your steps — and there, there among the nothing of the forest, the lousy arch whisper your name. You jolt back, but a force seizes you, five misty fingers clutching your wrist hard enough for bruises to form. A shout rips from your lungs.

Almost there.

Don’t do it!

You don’t do anything. It is done to you instead.

The forest has ceased; it is an endless corridor now, chipped grey stone throttling the soft soil as moss climbs over the disjointed columns scattered in the space. A gathering jury, white flames emerge over the torches lining the walls. The gavel falls dully, and it falls, and it falls, each strike of deer hooves sending tremors through the ground. Your knees buckle.

There you are.

Why have you come?

Whoever he is, he is grand, drenched in molten silver and gold, and as ancient as for vines to suture his many scars. Thick bristle grows over his back, roots protruding from it like ribs and a spine. His breath is the wind. His eyes are blind. It is only his ears, snagged and hidden among the moonflowers crowning his antlers, that turn towards you. The Deer God charges at you, his powerful nares expanding as he draws in a gale. The floor shatters when kicked by his muscular legs, dust raising and leaves falling from his sides, boughs extending their arms from below the damaged stones. Columns shake, or the entirety of the corridor does. You shut your eyes, raise your arms to guard your head, and —

Large hands, calloused and abrasive yet undeniably warm, reach out to you. Your fingers entwined, you startle; although one nearly lets go, the other doesn’t loosen his grip. You dare to look up, two sets of caramel eyes staring at you, one with amusement and one with concern.

“I’m so sorry. We must have scared you with that big, hulky body,” the man says.

“Quit yappin’. Ya liked it, didn’t you?” his mirror image interjects, a feral grin tugging at his mouth as he drags you to your feet. You fall into his broad chest. His arm snakes around your waist, holds you even firmer, and his thumb strokes the line of your jaw, your chin, just shy of pressing against and between your lips…

“You —!” With a sharp jerk, you now rest against the other man, nestled in his protective embrace. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Things a failure like you wouldn’t have the guts to do,” he laughs. “Though ya are hardly better.”

The man behind you grows rigid, his valour crumbling under the weight of the inevitable realisation. A protector and a predator both, he jolts back, ridding you of his steady support. The world twirls as you fall down.

“I’m so, so sorry, I’m such a weedbrain.” A concerned voice hovers above your head.

“If ya can’t do it, then get back. I’ll handle our prey.”

“I don’t want that.”

“Then do it yourself.”

The reality grows murkier and murkier by a breath. Weak, you just barely manage to whisper, “Who are you?”

“Haha, the shock’s wearing down? I’m Keith. And the failure —”

“I can talk,” the man protests. “I’m also Keith.”

Keith… His voice soothes you until you dissolve into nothingness.

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[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - ��hear me out… first christmas with colby or sam?”

Warnings: NONE

Word count: 930 | not edited

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It was Christmas.

But not just any Christmas. This was your first Christmas with both Sam and Colby.

You were excited, yet super nervous because you always got anxious about gift giving. You loved giving gifts, but you always worried it was too little or too much.

As you rose from your bed, you heard a clatter downstairs. You smiled to yourself as you remembered in the wine drunk haze of last night, they promised to make you breakfast.

You threw on a sweater, glancing down at the matching pj pants as you slip on the Christmas slippers they got you to match them, too.

You make your way over to the steps, quietly walking down as you listen to them laugh and talk about how happy they are to be doing this with you.

You slowly push open the kitchen door, making your way in, “Good morning, and merry Christmas.”

They stop, both looking at you with huge smiles, “Good morning.” Sam smiles and walks over, antlers resting on top of his head and presses a kiss to your cheek, “I hope you’re hungry, we made you…”

You look over as Colby slides a plate in front of you with three pancakes ranging from small to large and chocolate chips for eyes, “Snowman pancakes.” Colby smiles and you shake your head, “This is so cute. Thank you.” You look down at the plate and sigh, “You guys are the best.”

Colby walks around, moving his Santa hat out of the way before kissing your head. He lays an arm over your shoulder, “Anything to make this day as perfect a magical as you want. Merry Christmas, baby.”

After breakfast, you’re nestled on the couch with a Christmas movie playing in the background, “So.. who wants to go first?”

“I think.. you should.” Sam stands up, walking over to the tree and grabbing a small neatly wrapped box, “This is from both of us.”

He sets the box in your hands and you smile, “Okay.” You unwrap it, biting your lip as you await to unwrap what’s inside. You open the box, gasping at the beautiful diamond necklace that’s resting perfectly on the velvet interior, “This is absolutely beautiful.”

“You think? We thought that was the one that suited you best.” Colby smiles and you look between both of them, “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You take it out, turning around for one of them to help you clasp it around your neck. You turn back and stand up, “Okay. Your turn.”

You stand up, grabbing two gifts, one with Sam’s name and the other with Colby’s name.

You hand them to them and sit down, nervously waiting to see their reactions. Sam unwraps his first and smiles, “I remember this day. This was our first investigation together. The first time we actually met instead of just texting and stuff.” He stares at the picture and chuckles, “I swear you were going to pee your pants.”

“Wanted to. But I didn’t.” You smile as you sip your hot chocolate and look at Colby, “Your turn.” You smile as you watch him opens his gift.

“This was..” he sighs as he smiles, eyes scanning over the picture of you and him, “I remember telling Sam that there was something about you and he agreed to keep having you come back.”

“I was scrolling through all of the pictures we have together and I really kept going back to those two and the one of all of us.. which..” you get up and grab a wrapped gift that has both their names on it, “Here.”

They unwrap it together and their mouths drop open.

“Y/n.” Colby looks at you and shakes his head. Sam pouts, “You got us a new camera?”

You nod, “I did.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Colby shakes his head, “This is.. this is amazing.” Sam moves over to your other side, gently pressing his lips to yours a few times, whispering thank you’s between each kiss.

Colby leans over, doing the same, “Thank you so much.”

“I love you both so.. merry Christmas.” You smile and Sam pulls you in for a hug, “I love you! Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Colby moves next to you, joining in on the hug as well, “You have no idea how much we love you.” You smile, laying a hand on both of their arms.

After opening the rest of the gifts and messing around with what you all got each other, you’re finally laying with them on the couch, watching another one of your favorite Christmas movies.

Laughing, talking, eating Christmas cookies you spent all hours of last night making.

You truly felt at peace.

You were happy. More happy than you ever thought you could be.

Sam’s fingers gently rub your thigh and Colby’s arm is around you with his hand resting perfectly on your shoulder.

You honestly couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas.

Last night was perfect and today is even better. You were happy to be spending Christmas with the two people who loved you most in this world.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays to those who celebrate. I hope today is the best it can be and just remember that you’re an amazing human being. I know today is tough for some people, but you are loved, and if it doesn’t feel like it, just remember that I love you and I appreciate you being here. 🤍

[thecreaturecodex]

Skelm, Street

Image © Paizo Publishing. Accessed at Archives of Nethys here

[I love the skelms. They might be my favorite Pathfinder monster new to 2e. I've seen the idea of a male equivalent to hags discussed before. Someone on rpg.net, maybe it was @crinosg or @prokopetz, gave their take the name "coots" and used the Old Man of the Mountain from a Betty Boop cartoon as their model. Paizo's brilliant idea was tying their male hag analogue to ideas of toxic masculinity and entitlement. Since I'm someone who loves to use monsters as tools of social commentary, I was basically their target audience here.]

Skelm, Street CR 3 LE Monstrous Humanoid If not for his unnaturally red face and the rack of antlers growing from his brow, this could be an ordinary human. He wears leather armor and carries a cane.

Skelms are creatures of rage and spite, created spontaneously from evil humanoids overwhelmed by anger. All skelms are male, and some sages posit that they are some sort of metaphysical counterpart to hags. Unlike the prolonged ritual to make a hag, a skelm can arise from a totally normal person in a matter of hours—skelms often hold court over potential recruits and transform them through brutal, humiliating hazing. After transformation, a skelm will often return to their previous life, hiding their inhuman features through magical disguises and changing their pursuits to cruelty and exploitation full time.

All skelms have antlers, which are a source of combined pride and shame. Skelms with smaller racks will belittle those with larger ones, although they will claim other reasons for this scorn if pressed. Even more distinctively, skelms deny that they have antlers when dealing with non-skelms, regardless of evidence or argument.

Street skelms are the weakest of the skelms. In their mortal guise, street skelms exploit the respect most people give to the elderly and the wealthy, and they usually appear as one or both of these in order to recruit a mob. Street skelms have little in the way of magical talents, but they are skilled at finding scapegoats to blame for community ills and sic their followers after. Street skelms have even more of a chip on their shoulder than other skelms do, and their egos are especially delicate. Their combat tactics, whether they are in their monstrous forms or not, tend to revolve around doing an immense amount of damage to a single target at a time, preferably a weak or vulnerable one, and then crowing about it for a few rounds before resuming their assault.

Street Skelm CR 3 XP 800 LE Medium monstrous humanoid Init +2; Senses Perception +7, scent

Defense AC 17, touch 13, flat-footed 14(+2 Dex, +1 dodge, +2 armor, +2 natural) hp 25 (3d10+9) Fort +5, Ref +6, Will +5; -2 vs. emotion effects DR 3/cold iron

Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee gore +7 (1d6+6 plus trip) or improvised club +7 (1d6+4), gore +2 (1d6+2 plus trip) Ranged rock +5 (1d4+4) Special Attacks belittling rant,improvisational brawler, punishing strike

Statistics Str 18, Dex 15, Con 17, Int 16, Wis 13, Cha 18 Base Atk +3; CMB +7; CMD 19 Feats Catch Off Guard (B), Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Throw Anything (B) Skills Bluff +7,Disguise +7, Intimidate +13, Knowledge (local) +6, Perception +7, Sense Motive +4, Stealth +8; Racial Modifiers +4 Intimidate Languages Aklo, Common SQ change shape (Small or Medium male humanoid, alter self),skelm traits

Ecology Environment urban Organization solitary or gang (1 plus 2-24 humanoids) Treasure standard

Special Abilities Belittling Rant (Su) As a standard action, a street skelm can give a rant that affects all creatures that can hear and understand it within 30 feet. A DC 15 Will save negates the effect. A creature affected by a street skelm is shaken for 1 minute. Anyone shaken in this way takes an additional -2 to damage rolls against the skelm, but gains a +2 morale bonus to damage rolls against other targets. The save DC is Charisma based. Improvisational Brawler (Ex) A street skelm gains Catch Off Guard and Throw Anything as bonus feats. A street skelm treats all improvised ranged weapons as having a 20 foot range increment. Punishing Blow (Ex) As a standard action, a street skelm can exert himself to make a single powerful attack. When he does, he adds an additional damage die of the same type to the attack, and can make a CMB check as a free action without provoking an attack of opportunity to push the creature hit 5 feet. After making this attack, the street skelm is treated as being flat footed until the beginning of its next turn. Skelm Traits (Ex) All skelms gain a +4 racial bonus to Intimidate checks, but a -2 penalty to all saving throws against emotion effects.

[usedtobethelegendcreator]

I know it’s been a while since I did an analysis, but this needs to be said.

People keep saying “Alastor cheated!” and “Alastor used his shadow to win!” when talking about his game of cards with Husk. First of all, that isn’t the point of the scene (or what Husk is saying) at all. Second of all, it’s not true.

A common theme I’m seeing with this is “Husk is the Overlord of gambling, Alastor can’t beat him without help!” But we’re shown, quite clearly, that Husk was on a losing streak at the time. Other people were beating him. And he was losing his thralls to his opponents (he mentions gambling in souls), which weakened him even further. He tells Angel that “When you’re down on your luck, you turn to anything to keep you afloat. Even making deals yourself.”

And this is what’s happening on screen:

Alastor’s shadow is nowhere to be seen.

Now, what do we see?

Husk doesn’t have any cards at all. He has no chips. A spotlight is on him. Alastor’s antlers have extended, symbols are on his side of the table, and he has stacks upon stacks of chips.

Husk either lost fairly…or there wasn’t a game to begin with.

Now, now, I know Husk losing his soul to Alastor in a card game is regarded as canon, but does it match up with what Husk says?

He implies in “Loser Baby” that he sold his soul to a ‘psychopathic freak’.

He says that he was making deals to stay afloat.

Also in “Loser Baby”, he says “I sold my soul to save my power.”

There was either no chance of Husk winning a game—and he knew it—or he sold his soul directly

So if those chips aren’t Husk’s, well, whose are they? Are they Husk’s thralls? The souls Alastor won before Husk sold his soul? If Husk saw him winning against every challenger, it might have been enough to make Alastor a prospective owner.

Who knows?

But my point is, no, Alastor didn’t cheat. There’s no proof, Husk never said he did (and never really seems bitter about it), and he wouldn’t have a reason to in the first place.

[dani-luminae]

So this post introduced me to posters for Wish that I hadn't seen before and BUCKLE UP FOLKS CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO GO NUTS

REFERENCES GALOOOOORRRRE! There's Rapunzel's lanterns reflected on the water as well as her sun symbol painted on the cottage pillars, Moana's (Te Fiti's heart) spiral on the rocks to the left, a racoon and the partridges which I chose to believe are a Snow White reference (of course the racoon could be Meeko from Pocahontas, too.) The flower resembles the Sundrop flower (with the wrong amount of petals and no glow.) There's also a carving on the rocks just below the cottage, but I can't make out what the carving is. Can you?

EVEN MORE REFERENCES GALORE AND FOLKS I'M GONNA SCREAM! In Wish bubbles at the top of the screen we have: the Elephant Graveyard from The Lion King; Ariel from The Little Mermaid; an unknown for certain man standing at a ship's wheel, possibly Eric; Sleeping Beauty's dress; an unknown scene that looks like water; Be Prepared from the Lion King (the crescent moon finale); a figure with a staff or a flag, maybe Radcliffe from Pocahontas?; Gaston, flexing; and someone reaching out for what looks like the moon, sitting on something that looks vaguely like a fish (Aladdin? Quasimodo? Milo in Atlantis?)

BELOW the Wish orbs, though, we've got Disney Villain props all tossed around! At the back worktable we see Dr. Facilier's hat, next to a Sundrop flower, and a rack of antlers and fur that I'm gonna take as a Gaston reference. On the front worktable we have the Poison Apple from Snow White, some Tarot cards of Facilier's, bottled polyps from Ursula's lair, and in the stacks of scrolls below we can see Judge Claude Frollo's hat.

Aladdin's lamp and Bruno's ruana are sitting on a rock to the right, and between them are colorful bugs from The Lion King! The trees have faces which made me think of Grandmother Willow but not sure fully. Up at the top we can see a silhouette of Lumiere on one of the branches, and a racoon holds Chip the teacup! The owl and bluebirds are of course typical "princess in the forest" companions and I'll let you draw your own conclusions, but we also have Bambi and Faline (both adults) in the background! One of the chipmunks in the foreground holds a piece of broken green stone like the kind that stores Bruno's visions, right above a turtle that I'm certain is a Snow White reference! Also, the flowers covered in visible dewdrops as well as the mushrooms remind me of "The Nutcracker Suite" animations in Fantasia!

And last (and with the least references I could find,) on the left we have one of Belle's books sitting on the steps! A farmer with the giant pumpkin that might have been Cinderella's carriage has just gone past in the background, and Simba's symbol from The Lion King can be seen on the opposite side of the steps, close to the yellow pinwheel. The two children are sitting on a pirate ship under two stars... maybe the Second Star to the Right? The last woman on the right has a pattern on her vase that I can't quite make out, and Valentino has a dandelion in his mouth (my first impression is the dandelions that Belle holds while singing her I Want song, but I could be wrong!)

Did I miss any references? Can you spot any that I didn't see? Please let me know!

[scary-lasagna]

How would the creepypastas do with having a new proxy with mystically long antlers or when they have wing ears?

Like I imagine some of them decorating the newcomer's antlers (if they're confident enough), THAT WOULD BE SO CUTEEEEE!!

(btw, HI!!! I love your hcs, pls make more for me to consume. <3)

I love antler and horn fashion it's so cool

[Y/N] with antlers!

Antlers and horns are very common amongst folk inhabiting the Underrealm.

Often in shops you can find accessories for horns and antlers, like chains, jewels, clips, feathers, headbands, and sometimes even foliage decor in the right seasons.

It's mostly the girls that like to decorate you, and pair accessories with chains, and whatever else might look good.

It felt nice to be a part of a group like this, and Sally might even attempt to chip in with a handmade ornament accessory made out of construction paper.

And Slender will pass by the group on the stairwell, and Sally will shout, "TELL [Y/N] THEY LOOK GREAT!" And Slender will chuckle to himself and compliment them on their new appearance.

Jane is especially good at it, and always finds a way to make Sally's handmade accessories look stellar amongst the chains, jewels, and vines that travels around your tines, sporting lovely flowers.

Sometimes one of the boys of the manor will chime in, especially Toby who loves doing things with his hands.

Anytime you go out, you'll be timidly asked by someone to do your antlers up!

And in winter time, you're talked into putting some bells on as well, so whenever you move it's a little happy, Christmas jingle.

[milezperprower]

RAGAMASTER GANG DESIGNS/CONCEPTS!!! [UP TO DATE!!!]

zoob's is more of a rough concept, but its definetly getting close to what i imagine them to be! i referenced things like old vintage circus wind-up toys and mix-and-match toys for them! one thing i noticed in particular is that the colors on the vintage toys tended to be mainly bold primary colors with maybe some licks of green here and there, so i tried to keep that in mind while applying zooble's colors!

i also imagine that like stated before in the previous posts, the materials of their body parts are similar to the ones found in vintage toys, such as wood, tin, rubber, and hell even some springs. i imagine their head and body is made out of chipped/ worn wood, their limbs out of either rubber or springs (tin for the claw), and their wings to based on foam with stiff fake feathers, like the ones on angel ornaments!

i imagine their wings are probably more of a pain and a dead weight on zooble's back rather to be of actual use, however they CAN move them! i think they're probably too cumbersome and heavy to fly with, but tbh drawing them flying is kinda fun LOL.

the deer antler on the left side of their head is made out of birch bark, while the goat's horn is made of stone!

and yes, they DO have a functional wind up, but i have a feeling that nobody really touches because they KNOW zooble would flay them alive if they DARED to LMAO.

anyways, hopefully yall like this infodump as much as i had writing it!

id love to touch on the others but im a bit burned out after typing all that, so just take their descriptions for what you will for now

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

AppleMedia Week 2024 - Day 4: Dream/Nightmare

A Learning Experience

They all had nightmares from time to time. It was Hell; nightmares were sort of expected. They all responded differently, though. 

Alastor was, perhaps, the most predictable. His antlers would start stretching out even while he was still asleep, and there were a great many notches on his headboard for just that reason. The first time that Vox had tried to wake him up from a nightmare, it had not gone well, and he’d very nearly gotten one of those antlers right through his screen. 

He’d learned since then. Now, whenever he woke up to Alastor tossing and turning and antlers creaking, Vox would gently rest his hand on the Radio Demon’s chest and send out a soft, reassuring radio frequency. Slowly, Alastor’s antlers would shrink back down, his breathing would even out, and Vox would be able to pull him into his arms to sleep through the rest of the night. The first time this had happened and Alastor awoke the next morning, he’d smiled and brushed his lips softly over his television demon’s screen, but otherwise, they both pretended as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

Lucifer was different. Whenever he awoke from a nightmare, his gaze was always distant, haunted, and he would withdraw from Vox almost immediately. The first few times this happened, Vox tried to comfort him and encouraged him to talk about it, but that always made things worse. Lucifer would end up briskly leaving the room, insisting that he just needed to be alone. 

So now, Vox let Lucifer curl in on himself, leaving him be for as long as he needed. And during that time, Vox would place a delivery order of chocolate chip pancakes from Lucifer’s favorite restaurant to have ready for him as soon as he felt up to eating. Given that the first time he’d done so, Lucifer had proceeded to cling to him for the rest of the day, it seemed to be the right call. 

Vox secretly thought that the both of them had it a lot easier with him. If one of them woke him up from a nightmare, all they had to do was hold him in their arms for a little while, and he’d be fine - maybe he’d be a little clingy for the rest of the day, depending on how bad the nightmare was, but he still wasn’t throwing punches or shutting down completely. Still, Vox would be lying if he said he didn’t love being the one person in Hell who was able to help the both of them to recover from their nightmares.