#cw blindness

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Valentino And His Disabilities

Valentino has never had great eyesight in Hell, but the longer he is dead the more his sight deteriorates. He has perfect vision in the dark and is able to read and do other things, but in any form of light, he is essentially blind. When Vox smiles at him with his big, blue teeth, he also gets what he calls Moon Eyes where he is transfixed and cannot stop staring despite not being able to see.

After the stripping of his left antenna, Valentino's hearing went from being able to hear up to 300hz to only 150hz. He is half-deaf, and though he is still capable of hearing better than any human and most other Sinners, he does not hear as well as he used to. When he watches TV he has it turned up loud, and prefers loud music. He has to really strain to hear whispers if they are not relatively close to him. He does hear a static hum when Vox is around and generating it.

Due to the stripped antenna, his sense of smell and taste were also damaged. He has to get his other good antenna in there if he wants to smell something, and he prefers foods that have a heavier scent so he can taste them properly.

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You

Hello everyone! This has been a little bit overdue heh but I'm finally ready to start posting for @tsspromptmonth ! The first few chapters are still not the parts I wrote but the wonderful parts @prince-rowan-of-the-forest wrote! So give them credit for those! I'll be posting a chapter every week, if anyone would like me to tag them to get notified feel free to reach out in the asks or dms^^

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Summary: after you get into an accident that leaves you with chronic pain and partial blindness and causes you to get bullied and laughed at at school and the only friend you ever had ditches you for the pupolar friend group, you kinda don't really feel like connecting with anyone anymore... even if you do have a crush on them. So, of course, now you're forced to work with them on a project for English class... what could possibly go wrong?

Pairings: pre romantic Roceit, platonic LAMP

Warnings: bullying, public humiliation, unsympathetic Janus (kinda? He's being mean a lot but it's kinda understandable), misunderstandings, self degrading thoughts, chronic pain, partial blindness, trying to hide your disability, lying, low self esteem, unrequired love(for now), swearing. I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 2,898

Growing up, Janus had always been different. He liked to hide in the shadows, he lied far more often than was necessary, to the point where the people who knew him knew to take most things he said to mean the opposite, when he wasn’t lying he was either too shy to speak or rude to anyone who bothered trying.

And of course, there was a massive scar across half of his face. Yeah, that was a pretty big one. He’d gotten it during the car accident that killed his mother when he was very young, since then he’d been blind in one eye and had bad vision in the other, his habit of lying had gotten even worse and he often felt terrible pains in his left limbs which the doctor had said may be chronic and probably wouldn’t go away any time soon and no matter how many physio sessions he attended or meds he took the pains never really seemed to leave him alone.

Whenever he went outside people always seemed to stare, odd looks seemed to follow him wherever he went, sympathy was the best he could hope for, pity was the most common, disgust he’d come to expect, hatred towards him just for existing was something he’d gotten used to over the years.

Now, ten years since the accident, he’d gotten used to everything that came from being different. The stares in the school hallways when he used his cane, the angry looks when he bumped into someone on the street, not realising that they were as close as they were, usually when they were on his blind side.

He got angry look after angry look from his teachers when he lied time and time again. The exasperated look his therapist always gave him when he’d come back every week only to report little progress as always.

Unfortunately, now that he was older, a junior in highschool, he was starting to realise there were a few more issues than just the looks and the lies. At the age of seventeen Janus started to notice things. He noticed the two seniors walking arm in arm down the hall. He accidentally walked in on two of his classmates doing the devil’s tango in the bathroom more than once (which had immediately made it onto his short list of reasons he wished he was fully blind, possibly deaf too). He noticed his classmates passing notes in the seats in front of him, the notes adorned with little hearts or smiley faces which made the receiver blush and turn away with a silent giggle.

The romance was everywhere now when it hadn’t been so prominent before, and like a lot of other kids his age, Janus was starting to want it too. The issue he faced was… well who would ever love him?

Of course it was easy to notice the beautiful girls and even more beautiful boys getting together, it was in plain sight, like everyone had suddenly decided to pair off. But he also noticed the kids who didn’t meet society's strict (and stupid, in Janus’ humble opinion) standards for beauty. The girl with acne, the boy who was slightly overweight, the trans girl in his class who hadn’t been able to transition quite yet, the girl who liked to have her hair short and clothes baggy just because. None of those people had been able to pair off, whether they wanted to or not, they sat alone at lunch and in class, they didn’t get invited to parties or get partners for dances.

Janus noticed all this because he was one of those people too. The popular kids would fling insults and slurs at him like he was a witch in a medieval stoning, they would point at him discreetly in the halls and laugh. They'd throw paper balls at the back of his head in class. He'd even been pummelled by a basketball once because kids really didn't know when to stop. He’d had his lunch smacked from his hands, he’d been shoved and pushed and kicked while he was down. Janus knew what it was like, and he knew his crowd.

Unfortunately, that didn’t mean his heart would obey him and stick to that crowd.

Because Janus found his eye wandering in class, he couldn’t help the way he was drawn in, like iron to a magnet, and he hated it. He despised the feeling so deeply, because it made him want. It made him want for something he was sure he could never hope to have.

Roman was somehow both a prep and a jock, a theatre kid who always seemed to be the centre of attention in whatever situation he found himself in. Roman was the prime example of the people who bullied him. If someone asked Janus to point out the kind of person who made fun of him in the corridors, he’d tell them ‘people like Roman’ because there he was, strutting down the middle of the corridor with his friends, wearing his custom varsity jacket (with a golden crown and his last name- Prince- printed on the back in gold). They would walk past and people would get out of the way, they would walk into a class and everyone would stare, but never in the same way they stared at him.

Roman might be the prime example of one of his bullies, but funnily enough Roman himself had never done anything to him. At least not in person. Janus had no way of knowing what was said behind his back (a lot was said behind his back) but he did know that Roman had never been the one to throw the basketball, Roman had never shoved him out of the way, he’d never tripped him or smacked his lunch to the floor. In fact, Roman had never interacted with him at all.

And yet for some reason, Janus’ heart longed for him, that glittery eyeshadow, those bright green eyes, his brown hair that seemed to shine red and gold in the light. But despite his own wants he knew it wouldn't happen, he wouldn't even attempt to lie to himself, there was no hope for him.

If anyone asked, which they never did, Janus would say he despised the other boy. Hated the way he leant back on his chair during English class without a care in the world. He would say he hated the way he could hear Roman's melodic laugh over the cacophony of the cafeteria. The way his eye was always drawn to the guy when he acted so perfectly in their drama class. Hated the way Roman’s hair shone shades of rust and gold and brown in the sun, hated the way his green eyes reminded him of a forest in the summer, hated the way he was able to speak loud and free like he’d never experienced a problem in his life.

Roman was so far out of his league they weren't even playing the same sport- or- whatever the hell that idiom was supposed to mean. Not only that but Roman was already taken, by the stupid emo kid who used to be his best friend, in fact.

Used to be his best friend, that is, until Virgil ditched him the moment he got a chance to be part of the cooler group. The moment he realised that Patton didn't mind his dark makeup and Roman found his dark mysterious aesthetic interesting he’d been gone. He had lost his best friend to the popular kids four years ago, it was only last year when the rumours that Roman and Virgil had started dating began to spread and it made Janus' chest ache with jealousy.

But Janus got on with things despite that. He tried not to glance at Virgil when he passed him in the halls, he tried not to stare at Roman during class and when he sat alone at lunch. He tried to keep himself as mysterious and elusive as he could- he didn't talk to anyone if he could help it and when he had to he spoke in backwards riddles and lies, safe to say no-one wanted to be paired with him for group projects.

And then came one horrible day. It had already been an awful day for him already. His scars were acting up, feeling like they were pulled tight and they itched- they itched so badly despite the lotions and oils he had to put on them every morning. On top of that he'd forgotten both his hat and his glasses when he'd ran out of the house late and he'd been tripped in the corridor twice, it was only his second lesson of the day.

Janus wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor as their teacher went on and on about something or another that he'd catch up on later because he could never focus when he was around other people even when he could actually see what was on the screen. That was until he heard those dreaded words.

"You'll be doing this homework project in pairs!" Their teacher announced and Janus could practically feel the eyes land on him before people glanced away to look at their friends, wondering who would be unlucky enough to end up with him this time.

"Can we choose our own partner?" A girl asked, her voice quiet and tentative as if she didn't want to give the teacher the idea she was hoping the answer would be yes.

The class held their breaths in wait for the answer. The teacher's simple yes or no answer would determine what happened next. If she said yes it would be a chaotic scramble to pair up, a race not to be the last person left without a partner. Because of course the last person to find a partner would end up with Janus.

"No," She said, and now all the class could do was hope, "I’ve bade a list of your partner assignments, please find your name on here and move to sit next to your partner,"

Janus just stayed where he was. He couldn't see the list without his glasses anyway and whoever was his partner would come and sit next to him eventually, probably after asking the teacher if they could switch. Meanwhile Janus looked down at the sheets in front of him, trying to work out though blurry vision and painful scars what the hell they had been learning about.

"Hey," Someone said, sitting down next to him, "You're Janus, right? I'm your partner,"

Janus just hummed, he didn't bother to look up, if he waited long enough maybe his partner would just give up and decide to get on with it by themself.

"Um- I don't think we've ever talked before, but I'm Roman, Prince," He said, Janus' head snapped up and he blinked rapidly, hoping his eyes would actually give him a clearer picture for omce. It really was Roman, honestly fuck him. The universe really seemed to hate him today, "Nice to meet you?"

"Oh won't this be fun," Janus said quietly, he didn't have the energy to muster his usual snippy tone, push him away, his brain said, there's no point in even trying, "Stuck with the class pretty-boy,"

"You will have a month to complete the project," The teacher announced, interrupting whatever taunt or jab Roman probably had prepared for him, a month, seriously? "And I expect you to work with your partner outside of class for this project, I will not be giving you time during classes after today to work on this,"

"Fantastic," Janus said, completely deadpan, he could already hear whispers from other pairs, people pitying Roman for getting stuck with him, but Roman didn't seem to notice in the slightest, he simply placed a notebook on the table and grabbed a pen- a sparkly red glitter gel pen with a plume of tinsel coming from the top- before turning to him again.

"So… any ideas of what we could do?" Roman asked, looking at him with a smile, it was sweet of him to try, Janus thought. He'd give up eventually, just like anyone else.

"I totally know exactly what we're supposed to be doing right now," Janus answered, hand subconsciously going to scratch at the spot by his ear where scar tissue met skin. He grimaced when a nail caught on the rough skin, causing a sharp yanking pain and suddenly he was once again reminded of why he wasn't supposed to scratch the scars. He picked up a pen and began to twirl it instead.

"We're making a project in the format of our choice based around Macbeth," Roman explained with a little bit of a laugh in his voice, Janus sighed, it sounded like a lot of work- and it meant that Janus would actually have to read the Shakespeare play, damn, "So… any ideas of what we could do? It doesn't seem very limited, as long as it's based on the play, so…"

"Nope, no ideas at all," Janus said, flicking his pen effortlessly over his fingers now. He did have an idea or two, but he really didn't feel like sharing, just thinking about Roman made him want to shrivel up and die, let alone being open towards the guy.

"Oh- well that's ok," Roman said with a smile that Janus was certain was forced, even though he couldn’t see, any smile directed at him was usually forced, "Hey- um- here, I'll give you my phone number so we can work out a time to work on this ok?"

"Right," Janus said, taking the paper Roman offered him a moment later. He only fumbled a little bit.

"So I thought it would be fun to do something creative! Like.. we could rewrite the script but modernised! Or- hm- what if we filmed it like a movie?"

"We have a month to do this and you expect us, two highschoolers with zero experience, one of whom can barely move at the best of times, to be able to make a whole movie?" Janus asked, staring at Roman in genuine shock. He shrugged.

"I don't see why not!" He huffed, and, ok, so this guy was delusional, Janus could… probably work with that? "Unless you don't like the idea of course, I believe we could do it,"

"Alright sure, say I was ok with this completely rational idea, where the hell would we film it? On what equipment?" Janus said, glaring at him.

"Well…" Roman said, thinking, "Me and you would obviously act- and don't say you can't act because I've seen you in drama, you do well when you're not paired with someone who's an asshole,"

Janus just stared at him, Roman actually knew he existed? Let alone remember him?

"I could find somewhere for us to film, we just need some kind of castle-ish place… maybe we could use a church? And as for filming… I think my dad might have a tripod? We can just use one of our phones or something…"

"I can't believe I'm actually agreeing to this," Janus sighed, "Can't we just make a stupid PowerPoint slide like normal people,"

"We could," Roman said, before smiling, "But that would be dreadfully boring, wouldn't it?"

Janus just hummed and tried to hide a smile. He looked at his notebook, going to begin writing down plans for their project before realising that oh yeah, his vision was still too blurry to see anything in enough detail to write legibly. He sighed and looked back over at Roman, who was still watching him.

"Is everything alright?" Roman asked, he must've noticed Janus pause.

"I'm fine," Janus said, on instinct at this point, closing his book, "We should plan in your notebook,"

"Oh, ok!" Roman said, shrugging as he turned to a new page in his notebook, flicking the lid off of his gel pen and writing, in big enough letters to make out "Macbeth The Movie" in swirling fancy cursive the middle of the page and underlining it. Underneath he wrote some more things, but Janus couldn't make them out.

"You do realise this play is five acts long, don't you?" Janus asked as Roman scribbled down some more stuff on the next page, before looking up.

"Yeah? So?" Roman asked.

"It has over two hours of runtime," Janus said slowly, hoping to guide Roman into realising what an immense and stupid project this would be.

"And?"

"Hollywood films of the same length can take years to film," Janus reasoned, talking slowly.

"We can do this, Janus!" Roman said firmly, determination in his voice, "No need to be so gloomy! We're not Hollywood, we don't need fancy costumes or scriptwriting or anything! It won't take as long as that!"

"Your endless optimism already astounds me…." Janus muttered, beginning to pack away his things. “I suppose we can try, at least.”

"Just text me," Roman said with a smile that, for some reason, seemed genuine, "We can meet up later to plan this out properly,"

Janus just nodded as the bell rang before standing up and heading for the door, silently praying that he wouldn't be tripped again, not here, not in front of his stupid stupid crush who for some reason was actually being nice to him

[defiedfate]

For the Mercy arc (@singthesongsofsin): Adelard was as close to an institution as most people could think of in Hell, and in Pride, most certainly. His manor on the outer edges of Pentagram City had been home to travellers and wayward souls across centuries, collecting tomes in the library and plants in the garden all the while.

It's why he isn't all that surprised when he-- well, the intern Vox assigned decades ago to digitize the archives, and had become an invaluable asset-- says that the orderlies at St. An's had a patient for him. Usually the hospital called him when they had patients that needed more observation and help than direct medical care as they had at the start.

What does come as a shock is that is is Prince Stolas who is wheeled to his door. "Well then, your highness, you've gotten into quite some trouble, it seems. Come in, come in, I'll get you some tea while I prepare a room."

They couldn't restore his eyesight. The angelic weapons had done their damage thoroughly. Severed all connection between his eyes and any healing ability his body could have offered up. And after several weeks within the confines of a vacant hospital room, he had been transferred out. To something of a halfway house.

It didn't assuage his desire to go home, but perhaps for the better. He didn't need to be wandering around empty hallways and bumbling into what little staff he had on retainer. Octavia would be with her mother for some time. She didn't need to see him like this-- He didn't want her to.

He didn't want to "see" anyone.

And, so, he was wheeled into the front hall of a smaller estate instead. An OLDER estate. And though the sinner Adelard was not entirely unknown to him, he couldn't claim that he had ever been to his neck of the woods before-- had never needed to RELY on him before.

"I'd rather forgo the tea, if you don't mind." Stolas sighed somewhat dismally in reply.

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[niinnyu]

No one's coming.

I couldn't help but also think of the secondary anti-capitalist tone under the enabler-culture commentary of the story. How there's no way a company supplying mouthwash that was okay sending 5 people in a ship with 4 non functioning cryo-pods is coming back to save anyone. A company that did announce that it was laying everyone off and shutting down 20 years ago to boot. The cryo-pods were formality and nothing more.

[ping-ski]

silly clip in the void, what will he do :3c

[abbyfmc]

Plot Idea #3:

A totally blind yandere.

The times I've seen the theme of blindness in a yandere story, it's always the senpai who is the victim of said disability, but never the yandere.

The yandere wouldn't be stupid, since by not having the sense of sight he would take advantage of the other senses such as hearing and touch. He would be aware of EVERY sound you make and would even be capable of using his guide dog and training it to attack or bark at you when you try to get away or escape from him.

The blind yandere would depend on you in a certain way and consider you his eyes, so he would manipulate you with his disability so that you do not leave him; although deep down he longs to see you for the first time.

Speaking of manipulation and other bad things, the blind yandere would take advantage of his condition to harass or stalk you however he can, until you explode and reject him in the worst way just to make you public enemy #1, since many people hold disabled people in high regard (and some actually believe that every disabled people is good and incapable of doing evil). This is mostly as a form of punishment from him.

-"I don't need to see you to hit you where it hurts the most and punish you. I may be blind, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to make you mine."-.

-The End.

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Valentino didn't like to spread this about himself for obvious reasons. A blind, deaf Overlord was easy pickings in most people's eyes, and he didn't want to deal with that. Who would? It was bad enough he was challenged at all. But if it got Charlie to drop the animosity? He was willing to let it go this once.

His antenna twitched as she moved to the side and he sighed a little. Of course, that would be the next question. He should have expected that.

Antennae slowly lowering to press flat against the brim of his hat, Valentino closed his eyes for a second.

"Overlords are all sort of connected in a lot of ways," He began grimly, "I had a run-in with Zestial after the death of my ex-husband. His death was permanent and he was close with him and Carmilla. I'm not sure why she didn't retaliate, as well."

His hand twitched and he drug it down the side of his face, taking another drag off of his cigarette.

"He stripped my antenna entirely, removed the," Gesturing vaguely at the feathery appearance of his good antenna, he sighed again, letting the smoke billow from his lips, "Bastard left me crippled and scarred and he's lucky he only took six bullets before he left me be."

She still didn't trust him, but she could not deny the sympathy she felt after he revealed such a sensitive part of himself to her. She really was a bleeding heart, wasn't she? Yet, something about the way he spoke sounded oddly...genuine? At least for someone like him.

Before she had time to puzzle over the meaning of his words she directed to his right side. "O-Oh, right!" She quickly caught on, and moved to his right, tilting her head back to look up at him. Sometimes she forgot just how tall he was.

"I see...Um, how did that happen?" It occurred her to that that might be an extremely sensitive topic and she was quick to correct herself. "I--I mean--! No pressure to answer of course. I'm just curious by nature, you know?" She forced out a laugh, desperately trying to save face from a possible blunder.

[ghouleh-ghouleh]

Rite Here Rite Now (2024)

The Trio playing Rats, AKA The Three Blind Mice moment, AKA Cerberus time

[giantkillerjack]

You shouldn't get a wheelchair, walker, cane, shower chair, or any kind of assistive technology mobility aid because then you might become dependent on them. Just like how you also shouldn't get glasses if you have bad eyesight because then you might become dependent on those.

For instance, if you end up stuck using corrective eyewear, you could actually lose your ability to tell what things are even when they are extremely blurry! You need to get used to having migraines from seeing unclearly because if you wear glasses all the time, you are basically giving up!! You don't need to see things coming at you from far away! You just need to get good at dodging, and if you can't, then you have no one to blame but yourself!!

For example, I read a really heart-worming article recently about a girl who was stuck using glasses - just absolutely, tragically trapped in her eyewear from dawn to dusk, even though she was good and never ever complained; and I heard she trained herself to discern the blurry faces of her loved ones with 60% accuracy! - she was even able to walk down the aisle at her wedding WITHOUT forcing the discomfort of seeing a woman in glasses on all her guests!!

Sure, she had to give her vows with a splitting headache, and she couldn't see her husband's expression when he said "I do," but overall, SO inspi-ration-al!!! So up-lifting!!

(She didn't even have to use a seeing eye cane, which would have been the worst-case scenario, obviously, because she worked hard to make sure she looked LESS disabled, not MORE disabled!!! Everyone knows blind people exist solely to be a cautionary tale to sighted people!!)

Also, did you know some people get glasses when they only need them a little bit?? How selfish of them! Sure, there's not a shortage, and an increase in demand would result in overall increased accessibility to glasses--but emotionally it's like taking glasses away from someone who needs them more! After all, if everyone who needed glasses got them, then...... um...... more people would have glasses! Which is probably bad!!!!

I also had a friend who was trapped in glasses who saved up all her money for laser eye surgery, and I don't know why everyone doesn't just do that! Sure, some doctors say some people don't "qualify" and it "won't help" those people, but that's why you can't give up!! You don't want to be one of those people!

After all, what's the worst thing that could happen with an unnecessary laser surgery to the face that comes with crippling debt??? It's worth the risk to gain your FREEDOM back, and I'm so proud of my friend!!

Tragically, she did die later that year while driving Uber and squinting at street signs, but at least now I know my friend is finally free from the shackles of her terrible eyesight. #ripAshley #rippedAshley #justripit 😌😌😌❤😇😇😇

And that's why you shouldn't get used to using a mobility aid!! Because, like glasses, they are inherently embarrassing to be seen with; and - like glasses - it is more noble to suffer silently than to depend on unnatural technologies that force you to rely on them; AND - just like glasses - by abstaining from using them, you DEFINITELY benefit SO many people in tangible life-changing ways!!! (Besides, everyone else will be so much more comfortable if you just look normal! 😊)

I hope you learned something today. 💖

[cyanorth]

ARTHUR LOVES YOU <3

(faith au) alt + doodles under cut

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You've written about Val being disabled, but how much does Vox know about it and is he protective of Val because of it?

In Reference To This

[ Vox ]

Vox knows that Valentino was hurt the day his antenna got stripped. He knows that he was aching and hurting for months after. It took a while before it was able to move freely again, and he remembers when Val recognized that it was going to scar. All of this was the physical pain that he was very aware of. He is also very aware that touching the stripped antenna really, really hurts, it's a very sensitive scar.

As far as the extent of Valentino's hearing loss, however, Vox isn't totally sure. He knows that Valentino complains of people talking on his left side because he can't hear them as well. He is completely deaf on that side, and Vox kind of understands that much, but he doesn't know how his hearing works now.

He is not aware of Valentino's tasting issues, though he is very acutely aware of how he smells. He likes to get his antenna right up in Vox's cologne and rubs his face in it whenever he smells it. It's the main/only reason Vox knows about this from Val and not just in theory.

Vox is most aware of Valentino's poor eyesight, and he monitors how it gets worse over time. He's working on solutions for it because he can't stand the thought of seeing Val go entirely blind. It is important to him to do what he can to help Val in the meantime.

Actually, yes. Vox is incredibly protective of Val, especially in a fight. He always makes sure that he's got Valentino's left side since he can't hear on that side and his sight is very poor. Val is a good shot despite his eyesight, but Vox knows there are still weak spots that can be exploited.

That said, he's still trying to figure out how to give Val his hearing back, but he's been playing with a few ideas that he hopes will help.

[atherflame-theconcubus]

The two harpies had landed in a nearby cave, the storm it picked up to a point where it was difficult for either of them to fly. The dark blue one would normally have no trouble getting through a storm like this, however, his mate had trouble navigating, prompting them both to seek shelter.

The festive colored harpy stretched its wings the best he could in a tight cave, retreating further into the cave, to avoid being swept away by rough winds. The smaller blue harpy followed, making sure the yellow one didn’t walk into any of the walls lining the cave.

Eventually, the two harpy had reached the deepest point of the cave, it seemed almost as if another creature had hollowed out the cave, as there was more than enough for them to fly comfortably in the giant grot. The inside of the hallow was decorated in bioluminescent flora, allowing the pair to see each crack, though something had caught the yellow harpies attention. A blob of various dried browns with small, colorful splotches in between them.

Carefully, the yellow harpy approached the mass of colors, realizing it to be a nest with three eggs in it. The yellow harpy flapped his wings with excitement, calling his wary mate over. The smaller harpy looked into the, seeing 3 brightly colored eggs surrounded by green, orange, purple, and black feathers.

The blue harpy raised his head, looking around the cave nervously. “Where are the parents?” He quietly murmured, looking back at the nest. “I don’t know, but we can’t just leave them here…” the yellow one said, concern lacing his voice. Suddenly, the yellow harpy gasped, wrapping one wing around his mate & the other around the nest. “Why don’t we take them with us moony? I mean I could carry all of them!” He said excitedly, his soaked feathery crest raising with excitement.

“Sun, we can’t take them, we’re already intruding on the parents den.” Moon said, looking at the tunnel they came in through. Moon had to admit it was suspicious that neither of the parents were even near the tunnel.

“but we haven’t seen either of the parents. What is they abandoned the nest or died? We can’t just leave the little ones alone!” Sun said, looking at the eggs with concern. Sun was right, if something happened to the parents, the eggs would only have about a week to survive without a parent incubating them.

Moon hesitated, but eventually, he gave in, nuzzling Sun’s neck. He knew his mate wouldn’t let them leave the eggs without searching for the parents. “Fine, but you’re going to be extra careful, you already have trouble seeing from the fire.” Moon said as sun climbed into the nest, carefully curling around the eggs as he covered them with his wing.

“Fiiinnneeee” Sun jokingly whined, giggling as he pulled the eggs closer to him, allowing moon to climb into the nest. The blue harpy felt his heart swell, remembering why the two had paired up in the first place. Before the fire, the disappearance of their friends, the separation from the flock.

He might be smaller than sun, but he refused to let anything happen to his new family.

(yes, I decided to do my own prompt. Fight me.)

(Harpy AU )

Sun & moon find an abandoned nest that has some eggs in it, and sun decides to adopt whichever surviving hatchlings there are.

Moon gets dragged along since sun is very near sighted.

(bonus points if eclipse is one of the chicks that hatches.)

(This is a sun x moon prompt btw)

-☀️🌙

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[odd-chips]

(Tents fingers) So I've had a very indulgent Lethal Company OC concept on the mind for a while, and now that I've drawn it, of course it's spiraled into a 80+ panel comic HILJKFD

Employee names are tentative right now, but they go by Cap'n, Kid (shortie, actual name is Scoot), Skeets (tall one, short for Skeeter) and Mav (wide one, goes by that or Maverick). Genders are also tentative, but I'm warming up to the idea of them all being women with Kid being the only boy!

Value keys for the comic are under the cut, along with some story beats/thumbnails and the uncensored version of Cap'n's injuries from the attack! (It's sketchy, but it is drawn gore so be warned!)

[vuelode-irbis]

Been wanting to draw some fanart for Poor George MAP since it's my favorite one, and because it was its anniversary recently, I finally did it :>

ID: A digital drawing in two panels with characters from Warriors. In the panel above, there's Yellowfang watching Brokenkit play with a moss ball, she looks endearingly at the little kit; they're in a green environment and plants surround them. In the panel below, Yellowfang is in the same possition, looking down at an adult Brokenstar at her feet, already dead, she looks sorrowful. Fireheart is by her side, looking at her with compassion. They're at ThunderClan's medicine den.

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once again thinking about @void-dude's static ford. ough.

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