#deerly speaks

[deerlypaws]

made this at work

[snailsandstrawberries]

call my cat josh hutcherson the way he keeps pissing everywhere

[deerly20701]

Making this an actual PSA instead of a reblog, since it came up; I do NOT appreciate my art or my writing being used in edits/memes. Please do not edit over it for your own fandom/what have you.

"Well, why not?"

Because I am working very hard on these blogs and they are personal passion projects of mine. I am trying to share my OCs and the world I have made, and I am working very hard on it. I do not appreciate my hard work being used or stolen for other purposes.

And I know it's inevitable that this may happen eventually, but I'd rather slim the chances now than try and prevent it from happening later.

Please understand and respect this. -🌗

[therealnuclearplatypus]

alastor is so severely rotting my brain i can't

like imagine. just imagine, if you will. the hazbins holding a little memorial for sir pentious and alastor speaking because he isn't affected by anything happening except being salty that adam beat his ass.

"deerly beloved, we are gathered here today—"

lucifer: DAMMIT AL I SAID TO QUIT THE DEER PUNS

[silasours]

% 1 ━ Yours Deerly, A .

#chapters : [ previous | next ] #cw : your unique soul that piqued the great alastor's interest; he decided to write letters just for you until you finally reach hell. alastor x gn reader. may include adult themes and mild swearing. #note : quick thank you to @sea-bunniii for helping me with the fic title :3 this is the series I talked about, lmk if you'd like to be tagged! enjoy.

there is nothing around you but darkness for as long as you can remember now.

you never really understood what was happening; you tried pulling yourself out of this pitch-black surrounding but failed. you tried to speak but can't seem to utter a word from your parted lips. you rely on your hearing to keep track of your surroundings, but there's something in particular to note after quite some time. there were times when a strange, muffled radio static voice rang through your ears, words never clear enough for you to comprehend what it was trying to say. times when you'd see a blurred figure standing before you, but never clear enough for even a rough appearance, let alone a name.

millions of possibilities would run through your mind endlessly about them. is this a message for you, or are you just gradually losing your mind and hallucinating? you often try your best to push those thoughts aside while listening to the people around you who talk about your condition. but that, too, didn't bring you any good news. every day you would hear about how your life is merely hanging by a thin thread, that they might lose you any minute as they speak.

you mentally sigh, hoping that death would just swallow you up whole now instead of taking its sweet time. maybe by then, you'll finally gain your freedom back.

"hm." the radio demon squints his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the thin cane he holds. yet another failed attempt. he lifts a hand from the cane and opens his palm, an eerily green glow appears on top until it forms a certain line of words. "looks like this little soul is back in the human world for the time being."

it has been a month since alastor took notice of your soul. your soul that affected him ever so slightly whenever you traveled from the human world and back; it felt like something was lurking in his surroundings when your soul arrived at hell. he ignored it for a couple days, brushing it off as something uninteresting until it lasted for more than a week. with curiosity, he tries his best to wrap his aura around this thing he has been feeling.

noting that it was your soul he was observing, his curiosity grew. your soul would arrive in hell without being in an actual body and find its way to return to the human world. there was not a single effect cast on it, as if it's just a normal travel through countries and cities. nothing like this has ever happened in the underworld, not to alastor's knowledge at least.

as an overload who claims multiple souls, he naturally tried to claim yours as well after seeing the potential of it benefitting him. he tried to insert his voice and appearance into your soul and communicate with you once it returns to your body in the human world, but he failed every time. no matter how many times he improvised his ways, your soul rejects him without struggle.

annoyance started fueling him, yet it is also the sole reason why he has grown more interested in your unique soul. never has he ever struggled this much to obtain a mere soul; usually it could be done with just a snap of his fingers, yet all he could do to your soul is observe and know the place it's in through the aura that he managed to wrap it in.

keeping his head upright, he opens the door of the room that he claimed as his. closing the door behind him, alastor smoothes out his coat while walking down the dimly lit hallway of the hotel. the heel of his shoes thud against the carpet he walks on, chattering gradually growing louder from afar. the light grew brighter down the hallway he passed by until he reached the staircase, now able to view everyone at the main compartment of the hotel from above.

he takes his time walking down the steps, the sound of his heels catches the attention of the blond woman - charlie. her smile grew at the sight of alastor, hurriedly grabbing a small stack of papers from the long table and jogging toward him. alastor widens his smile, tapping on his cane while standing in place.

"why hello there, my friend! you seem busy, what could you possibly be working on?" he watches as charlie clumsily flips through the papers, a slight frown scrunched on her forehead until she finds the paper she needs. she smoothes the paper, turning it to alastor so he's able to read the contents clearly. she clears her throat before speaking.

"alastor, hi! well, you see, is it alright if i ask you for a small, tiny favor?" she seems hesitant to ask judging from her tone.

"why of course! ask away and i shall consider."

"great!" charlie returns to her usual bubbly self, quickly scanning the paper to look for the specific content she needs to show the radio demon. "here, take a look at this. it says here that it's required to write a letter for the request of a big stock sent to our location. and i'm, well.." her hand stretches to scratch the back of her neck nervously, an awkward smile on her face.

"i'm not so good with letters." she tries to relieve her own awkwardness with a chuckle, but it seems it did nothing but made it worse. "i was wondering if you could.. help out with the letters? just this once! I've heard how good you are with words when it comes to letters. please? i don't really have anyone else to ask." charlie gazes at alastor, her eyes shining with hope as her hands clutch tightly onto the papers.

alastor laughs. "i would love to, my dear! it is but mere letters, nothing i can't handle." he extends an arm towards charlie, his fingers stretched out with his palm facing upwards; a gesture to accept the papers and help. the woman excitedly places the papers onto his hand, his fingers now folded to hold the papers firmly. his eyes briefly look through the documents with a small nod of his head. "consider it done. fear not! I'll be able to finish this by dinner."

"thank you so much, alastor!" charlie flashes him a grateful smile before jogging off, feeling relieved without having to worry about finishing something she's not particularly good at. alastor's gaze fall onto the papers he holds, something molding and forming in his head; an idea. he hums to himself as he dives into deep thought, paying no mind to his surrounding for the time being.

if he, the great alastor isn't able to physically reach out to your little soul, there ought to have nothing else that will be able to achieve that as well. though, leaving messages until you physically arrive in hell may help him accomplish his goal. as one first falls into hell, they often get hit by a strong sense of confusion and even panic. if he takes advantage of the emotion you may hold, luring you in with a false sense of security, things will certainly go smoothly and result in success.

his thoughts abruptly got interrupted by vaggie's voice yelling from the kitchen, demanding for everyone to have lunch now that it's all prepared. instead of walking forward, alastor turns around and starts walking up the very same stairs he just walked down minutes ago. he rarely joins them for any group activity; it's only common to see him joining them if the event will benefit him in any way.

a small tune is audible from him humming as he walks, the papers that were once held by him vanish in a split second, leaving behind small traces of dark green sparkles around the area. the chattering grows soft once again the further he walks from the stairs, now walking down the hallway until the familiar door is in his range of view. using the very same aura to push the door open, he enters his room as the door shuts itself behind him.

walking towards his neat working desk, alastor's heart pounds against his chest from the clear idea he has in his head. he sets his cane aside carefully, allowing it to lean against the desk before pulling the plush chair from the elegantly carved table. he sits on the chair, papers and calligraphy pen appearing with a simple snap of his clawed fingers. paying no mind to the letter he should be working on for charlie, the pen straightens from the table by itself and starts scribbling words onto the blank sheet of paper.

he completely sets his focus on the letter he plans to write for you. it's been a while since he picked up his favorite pen to handwrite a letter for someone, the feeling stirs something in his chest. is it excitement? or is it nervousness? even alastor doesn't understand himself. brushing the thought aside, he lowers the pen until the tip comes in contact with the paper lying flat on the surface of the desk. the paper he chose is a special one; it's vintage, like an old paper that has been left sitting in the drawer for years.

it has a sense of familiarity in it, providing comfort in an odd way to alastor. it almost felt like he was writing love letters for someone he doesn't know at all. ink flows from the pen and onto the paper, the small glob of black ink weakly reflecting light from the desk lamp he has. cautiously, he glides the pen across the paper; every stroke and every curve of the words gradually form a sentence, and then a whole paragraph.

he would pause from time to time, digging for the correct words to write in his brain. it was unexpected to even the demon himself, to think that someone like him would spend this much effort for a mere letter. it took almost half an hour for him to finish his first letter to you, signing his name at the bottom with a content heart.

his eyes scan through every word he wrote, reading everything all over again until he confirms that it has no mistake. his fingers reach out to grab the envelope beside him, sliding the neatly folded paper into it. feeling satisfied with his work, alastor seals the letter with wax that has the shape of a radio pressed onto the top.

he holds the letter; it has a color of deep shade red along with a couple of drawn-on flowers. he pulls the drawer that's seated on the lower left of the desk open, revealing an empty compartment. alastor places the sealed letter in the drawer, pushing it back in until there's a click signaling that the drawer is fully closed. he glances at the letter he promised to finish for charlie, finding it now neatly lying on the desk without a single movement.

alastor exhales lightly from his mouth, allowing his back to lean against the chair with his head tilted back. he feels his muscles relax despite never realizing they were tensed before this, eyelids falling, shutting until he sees nothing but darkness.

"ah.. such troubles i need to go through for this little soul."

© silas ( @silasours ). all rights reserved. every work posted on this account belongs to me, and only me. please refrain from reposting, plagiarizing, translating, or reproducing my work in any form possible.

[daisychainfiction]

chapter 2 snippet

just some nice breakfast table conversation 🧡

“Deerbourne’s not a cult,” Vardah speaks up, but her smile is wrong. Too big. “It’s more like… a belligerent occupier of the land.”

“Vardah,” Hunter softly warns.

“Enough!” Deerly snaps at the same time, striking the table with her butter knife. Everyone goes rigid except for Silas and Vardah; the former keeps eating, steely gaze zeroed in on Deerly. The latter meets the headmistress’ ire head-on, smiling innocently.

“All of humanity is a belligerent occupier of the land,” Vardah defends sweetly.

“Ease up, Creepy,” Jordan says. They don’t seem to be having much fun anymore. “Rather not have bloodshed this morning.”

[followfire]

Another unprompted fic bit, just because it's written! :D

It's a companion to this bit and the fic is titled The Case Before Us and I love it deerly*

*it's a pun because there's Yanfei in it and she has deer like antlers and—nevermind

~~~

After the walk with Yanfei, Jean went back to the hotel room that she was sharing with Barbara, wanting to go over all the files about the case again to prepare herself for the next day, when they were to appear before the judge. Her time in Liyue so far had mostly been spent sightseeing and trying culinary specialties, but she mustn’t forget her reason to be here in the first place…

Barbara arrived later, and Jean asked her about her day and what she had seen. Barbara recounted everything, visibly pleased by the performance. She was talking with passion, going into details, telling her how inspiring Liyue’s music was and how it was already giving her new ideas for future musical compositions.

Jean, on the other hand, felt a little disappointed that she did not attend the performance herself. Disappointed that she did not get to see it, for one thing, but mostly that she did not get to share it with Barbara. Strangely, Barbara seemed okay with telling her about it, but had not been willing to spend this moment with her…

Once Barbara was done talking, Jean’s eyes fell back to the papers in front of her, ready to go back to her work. But her conversation with Yanfei was running through her head as her fingers were anxiously fiddling with the corner of a page. It was important that she take advantage of this moment that she had with Barbara.

“What do you want to do…” and she almost finishes with “that I could be a part of?” but decides it’s not the most suitable turn of phrase. “…next?” she says instead.

Barbara probably heard her hesitation, because she became hesitant herself. Jean could see the shift in her attitude, this shift that she had grown accustomed to seeing every time she tried to connect with her: the joy and enthusiasm that was here a second ago suddenly faded only to leave shyness and uncertainty in its place. Jean almost regretted her question. Maybe she should have stayed quiet, and should have waited for Barbara herself to reach out if she felt inclined to, or left her alone if it was what made her feel the most comfortable.

But she didn’t want to leave things as they were, didn’t want to wait. She wanted to spend time with Barbara and make her see how much she wished for it to happen more often.

“You’re lucky, Jean, you have a sister!” she could hear Yanfei tell her.

“We still have a few days after the hearing and we’re lucky to be here so I was thinking we could make good use of them. You can tell me what you want to do and I’ll come along.”

“Well I…” Barbara was looking down, one of her hands coming to rest on her opposing arm. Jean felt like she had cornered her. She was suddenly aware that she was sitting at a desk in their shared room, her papers in front of her, settled in a way Barbara wasn’t. Her sister was just standing there, one moment happily chatting with her, and now not really having anywhere she could retreat since they were sharing the room. “I don’t want to trouble you and take you to shows or events that you’re not interested in!” she finally said defensively.

“It wouldn’t be like that! I just want to spend time with you.” Jean tried to speak softly but with enough confidence to convince Barbara, this time.

“Okay, so… There is going to be a concert at the Heyu Tea House the day after tomorrow. Would you like to come with me?”

“Yes, of course!”

A timid smile came back to Barbara’s face. “Great, let’s do that!”

And the conversation stopped there as Barbara retreated in the bathroom while Jean went back to her work. It was a step forward, Jean thought, but at the same time, it wasn’t making her feel optimistic. Barbara had offered an activity that they could do together, but it was because she had insisted herself. She did get what she wanted, and she had voiced her desire to connect more with her sister. But Barbara was still hesitant and reluctant. “I don’t want to trouble you”, she had said… Jean wondered if maybe Barbara didn’t want to reveal that it was in fact the other way around, and it was Jean who was troubling her by imposing her presence - she knew she wasn’t a very fun person to hang out with, after all… Or if she really imagined that Jean thought of their relationship as trouble. If it was the latter, she didn’t know how to shift this idea…

[zenlesszonezero]

Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

[tale-of-two-new-kings]

"The tale of two new kings" - [Intro. post⚔️🛡️]

[All OOC (out of character) posts and tags will be made in brackets like this one. All basic DNI rules. Anons allowed; if your rude or spam you will be blocked]

[Hello! My name is Deerly and my main blog is @deerdeardarling where I mainly post about my Pokemon Chosen AU, which this blog is apart of! As well as all of my other hcs & aus. This blog is specifically around my version of The First Two Galarian Kings! who were only crowned a year ago.]

[These two are Tarax (right) and Lancelet (left)! They are the original Chosens of Zacian and Zamazenta and are around 16 years old. Tarax is very spry and tries to be uplifting and positive even in times of uncertainty; while Lancelet (or just Lance) is more reserved and quick witted (this. will very likely not show well in my writing. cause i am not smart lmao)] [Note: I'm gonna try to use like. ye olde speak but really no guarantees. Really this is all just for fun and so I can share my ideas. Also blog lore will be in another post after this one initial one]

[fereldanwench]

hit a full year of the most casual of Japanese studies on duolingo!

i dont really have any super lofty goals with this, and i am very aware that there are a lot of limitations with language apps, especially for japanese. i just started it kind of on a whim since i was writing two characters who can speak japanese, and i figured having more than zero knowledge about the language was worthwhile. but it's fun! i have some kana workbooks too that i like writing in when i'm watching tv but feel the need to do something with my hands because i don't know how to just sit still.

i also started studying it on lingodeer this year, too. i'm not as good about doing those lessons on the daily (even tho the little deer popping up with the "i miss you deerly" message makes me feel worse than the green owl yelling at me, lmao), but they're much better for learning kana than duolingo imo. in the context of lessons i can usually figure it out, but with no context so my brain can't cheat and find the pattern? yeah, not so much. i can consistently recognize the kanji for cat (猫) and that's about it, lmao.

but uhhhh yeah, proud of myself for sticking with something every day for a whole ass year. and this was a true 365 days--i never even had to use one of my streak freezes (although there were a few times it almost happened, like when i had covid). so here's to another year!

[reaperkaneki]

I am begging everyone, please vote for Khalid von Riegan, my deerly beloved literal biracial king. As in, he is actually mixed-race royalty. His main goals are to break down borders, end xenophobia and racism, and help the oppressed. Heart of gold, everyone.

Edelgard’s main points are fuck the church (and Rhea specifically), fuck the nobility + crest system, and fuck the entire structure of Fodlan as we know it.

But guess what? Claude has very similar beliefs, and he did marginally less war crimes about it! Least violent of the three lords, voted most likely to survive a war with his head intact. Clever, resourceful, and an overall relatively good guy who’s always trying to see the bigger picture—past territories, countries, and even continents. And Claude&co actually get to beat up the Agarthans in his route.

(Disclaimer: I think Claude should have done more war crimes. As a treat. But, like, he didn’t, sooo… might as well flex?)

- He doesn’t like Rhea or the church, and muses about a “world without Rhea”. [Verdant Wind, Ch14]

- He’s often mildly blasphemous/asking that other people respect alternate beliefs [Claude/Petra C+, Claude/Lorenz A, Claude/Leonie B], while still respecting that religion and spirituality can “become a support system for them, that’s a good thing” [Claude/Byleth B+]. 

- He doesn’t care about being a noble (and especially not the Fodlan idea of one) and is not above doing menial tasks [Claude/Leonie C, Claude/Petra B]. He even refers to himself as someone who is not used to being a noble, who “didn’t exactly grow up in luxury like most people of noble blood” [Claude/Byleth C]

- And I don’t even have to talk about breaking down societal structures! He wasn’t even born with the Crest system, he absolutely knows that Crests are a bullshit thing to base a large portion of your society over and that plenty of people get by without… Because he’s literally from a country where no one has them.

Edelgard’s end goal is the destruction of nobility and the embrace of meritocracy. A world where the most qualified, the most skilled are rewarded, regardless of birth. Personally for her, it means purging the country of those who have committed unforgivable sins, like human experimentation, mutilation of children, all sorts of government and church corruption. It means making sure no one goes through what she did.

Claude’s end goal is the destruction of borders and the merging of cultures. A world where people embrace their differences and discard prejudice. Personally for him, it means forcing Fodlan and Almyra (and Brigid and Dagda and hopefully more) to see each other as people, to bond and stop fighting constantly, to stop excluding other based on something so arbitrary as race. It means making sure no one goes through what he did.

(They are very similar. If only Edelgard had ever learned the definition of compromise.)

Is this idealistic? Is this achievable? Are these simply the lofty goals of a dreamer with stars in his eyes? Yes! And Claude knows this! Yet this is the cause he has chosen to fight for! He knows his goal is unrealistic, he’s faced discrimination time-and-time again, but still he pursues it.

He runs away from home after enduring years of open derision and hatred at his mixed heritage, and assassination attempts at the hands of his countrymen and even his half-siblings [Byleth/Claude B, Golden Wildfire Ch5]. Yet instead of finding refuge in his mother’s homeland he finds more of the same, just in different flavors.

So he takes up a new name: Claude. Khalid is too foreign, too noticeable—but Claude is a “good, solid, all-purpose moniker” [Cindered Shadows], and is similar enough to his Almyran name. He hides his past and speaks about himself in the third person because he’s terrified of what might happen if his secrets—he’s mixed, a foreign prince from the wrong side of the border—might be discovered.

He spends five years in a country that hates his homeland when he could fuck off across the border anytime, struggling to stay neutral through a bloody war, because he wants things to be better. While people all around him call people from his country brutes and savages. (After having been called coward and weakling the other way around his whole childhood.)

All of that, and then his actual, personal character in fe3h revolves around him being this teenager who is always scheming, who actively advertises himself as being the “embodiment of distrust”. He smiles, and smiles, and smiles, and it’s hardly ever genuine [the fucking prologue, Claude/Hilda A]. No one trusts him, and so he doesn’t trust anyone else. He learns to brew poisons and tell lies to protect himself [Claude/Byleth B], but hypocritically, he desires to uncover everyone else’s secrets.

And yet, somehow, he’s the one who unabashedly trusts and believes in Byleth and their return. Culminating, ultimately, in them winning the final battle because Claude does the corniest shounen anime speech about friendship! and uniting together! and scaling walls! Which is simultaneously a genuine speech and a distraction and in and of itself a display of trust and synergy that validates the entire speech!!!!!! And it was all a scheme!!!!! AUGH

….Plus his theme song and the final boss track of his route both fuck severely.

Claude is the son of a woman who threw away her title to elope with an enemy prince and live her life in a foreign country where they call her people cowards. Plus she kicks ass. Vote for Claude, if not for his sake, then for Tiana (née) von Riegan’s sake.

I could go on, I could genuinely go on until the sun comes up, (and I will, so don’t try me) but please, I beg you, fucking vote Khalid he truly deserves it.

[deerlypaws]

wink wonk ;)

[rotnread]

A Rooster Walks Into A Bar.

Pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader

AN: i never write on here and i wasn’t going to share this cause it’s sooo bad. so i apologize in advance.

Warning: crappy dirty jokes (but seems more like your mom jokes). cringing may be unbearable. i think i say deer a lot, idk.

Summary: your call sign is 'bambi' & bradley wants to use a pick-up line to approach you. but none of it seems right. i wonder why....

*boo, you whore! don’t steal.*

You cute doe!

He thought.

It was a good one. It was safe. But he swears, even though Hangman’s earlier pick-ups didn’t land, that he could do much better.

Bradley had to think quicker.

You were lonely at the bar and Coyote has been staring you down like a predator sizing up its prey.

I would kill your mother to get a shot at you. If she doesn’t catch the reference, he's fucked.

You probably get Bambi the deer related pickup lines all the time to the point where it's boring or annoying, best to just avoid it.

But he loves pick-up lines deerly.

Oh deer, I’m gonna shoot my shot. But if I miss I hope I get your mom.

But if he remembered correctly, your mom had also passed away. Could be a good━ dark ice breaker.

Want to grab a coffee and exchange childhood trauma stories of our dead mothers?

Or, on second thought, no.

Your names Bambi? Well that's funny, cause I was thinking about skinning you like a deer.

(JESUS FUCKING CHRIST)

Hey Bitch someone shot your mom…

Hey Bambi, let me be your Thumper, AS IN: LET ME THUMP YOUR ASS LMAO!

Okay, maybe he won't. Not when he's already had a couple of drinks.

But you had already been all-too aware of him staring all night. Waiting for him to finally approach you. And the couple of drinks that you had yourself, given you just enough confidence to walk up to him instead.

Everyone else has had the courage to speak to you, welcoming you as a new recruit.

And still you have not had the honor to really talk to the one they call Rooster.

His height, the smell of his cologne, the Hawaiian t-shirt, and, of course, his retro mustache turned you into a deer in headlights.

Bradley Bradshaw was a sight for sore eyes.

Your sweet voice stops him mid-way from downing the rest of his drink.

"Bradley, right?" You asked.

He turns slowly on his heels, shoes facing you before his whole body follows.

He’s trying to wipe off that stupid expression on his face.

Eyes glazed, a confident smirk on his mouth.

"Yeah, but everyone calls me Rooster."

"Rooster." You repeated, matching his smirk. "It's perfect for you."

"You think?"

"Yeah. I grew up on a farm. So I’m pretty good at raising cocks." You wink.

[deerly20701]

🌗- New Dandy concept that will be appearing in future lore content! Any previous design shown here has been retconned (though posts still remain lore-accurate as of now) and this is the one that will be used until further notice!

^^ To know more about him I made a post on my main blog explaining it!

- 🌗

[a-hazbin-spider]

The firm prod that flips him on his back is enough to surprise him somehow, enough for him not to prepare- and consequently letting out a pained yelp. His arms hold at himself, and he tries his best to glare up.

Ah. No. He just looks sad down there. Damn makeup even starting to smear, and give way to a few… less than flawless items on his face. Wh- Angel are you going to try and ignore that- oh, okay then. Ignoring his yelping.

“Ain’t like I ain’t never had t’sleep on th’ floor b’fore babe. But. Erm…” he looked to struggle with himself for a moment before giving in.

“I… Yeah, I need help.”

@a-hazbin-spider continuing from: x

Angel’s face down on that floor, and somehow that gentle nudge gets a gasp from him. And it lowers into a quiet groan. He shifts slightly so tired eyes can peer up. Guess he wasn’t sleeping. He almost remains silent a bit too long for being in a prone position like this but he just sinks back down and mumbles what he hopes the other can hear.

“… ‘Couldn’t make it.” He tries to state simply, voice a little hoarse. One boot kicks at the other, as if that’d explain anything. Which- it explains very little.

His brows knit, face scrunches, the hoof nudges again at those ribs, more firmly this time, rolling the other so he’s at least face up on the floor. Alastor is a bit out of his depth, and definitely doesn’t know what exactly he should do, “…Couldn’t make it to your room so you decided the lobby floor was good enough?” A poke to the gut with the mic, and a tip of his head, he’s curious but not sure if he could help the other up to a room or if there’s even anything really going on. He didn’t have enough information, “You need help? …Or?”

[smiledotdeer]

[ When Alastor wakes up this morning, it's due to him feeling far too warm to keep the blanket over himself. So, naturally, he tosses it off...but it doesn't help. He feels just as hot—if not hotter—than he did before discarding it.

He also finds that heat building up deep in his gut, making him toss and turn and feel increasingly restless.

Oh no.

His rut has officially started.

He'd prepared this time, though. At least, as far as letting people know goes. A shaky hand grabs at his microphone so he can send a pre-recorded message to those he cares for most. When he's done, the staff is put back down so Alastor can lay back down and clutch at one of his pillows tightly with both arms.

The message goes as follows: ]

"Yellow! This is Alastor a.k.a Calloway speaking! As you are probably aware, I go through a yearly rut around this time, and I'm afraid it's finally in full swing! This message is being sent to you because you are one of the few that I know and trust and care for.

"Consider this a warning of sorts: if you do not wish to deal with my heightened possessiveness, clinginess, moodiness, and, of course, a constant erection and an insatiable appetite for sex, I advise you to stay away until my rut is over and done with.

"If none of these things perturb you, then you are permitted to come visit me...although I can't guarantee that I'll let you leave for a while once you've crossed my threshold. I also advise that you don't try to leave if I'm holding onto you; I may just lose myself and make you stay...one way or another.

"Whatever the case, I appreciate you listening to this message! My frequency will still be open for long distance communication should any of you decide my behavior is too much to handle, so please, feel free to call me anytime!

Over and out!"

( This message was sent to the following people: @concubuck @dementedstatic @deerly-beloveded @a-hazbin-spider @shika-the-satyr @phisaya @hazbinbargainbin (for Dan and Angel) @alastorous-disaterous @angel-dust-bitch @the-carnifeque @remnantsouls (for Able)

If I forgot someone and you feel as though your muse and Alastor are close enough to have received this message, please let me know by liking this post/using the reply function/sending a DM!)

[potentiallypotter]

Marauders Era Headcanons I Can't Even Make Sense Off

- This is less marauders and more every era but every year in Hogwarts, there is a muggleborn Hufflepuff that deals drugs. Not the same person, but there is literally always someone that matches that description.

- Sirius convinced the Marauders to pierce his ear in their dorm room in 4th year. They didn't do it right so there was a ton of blood. This led to James, Sirius, and Peter all passing out.

- The Marauders played hide and seek and always cheated with the map (mainly Sirius and Peter).

- Whenever Remus was in the hospital wing, the boys would send him love letters that got more and more dramatic as the years went on. They were also filled with animal puns.

- All of the Marauders took muggle studies. Remus took it because he thought it was an easy grade, Sirius took it to piss off his parents, James took it because Lily was a muggleborn, and Peter took it so her could play with the muggle artifacts.

- Every Christmas since they got their animagus forms, the Marauders give each other gag gifts. James, Remus, and Peter give Sirius one dog toy and collar each. Remus, Peter, and Sirius give James some sleigh bells. Remus, Sirius, and James give Peter cheese. And Sirius, James, and Peter give Remus flea repellant.

- Some justice for baby Peter here who wasn't always evil, Peter had so many dates. He would at least 7 different girlfriends in his 6th year alone.

- James spent the amount most time on his looks out of all the Marauders and Sirius spent the least. Sirius claims "perfection doesn't need to be fiddled with"

- Contrary to popular belief, after James and Lily got together, it was not Lily and Remus that were closest but Lily and Sirius. They shared a bond over having rough sibling relationships and competing for James' love.

- Literally everyone makes fun of Sirius and his hands full of rings, on every damn finger.

- Both Peter and Sirius could speak French. Sirius spoke it better than Peter but they both knew enough to have conversations in front of James and Remus. They both didn't even talk about anything really, they just did it to confuse the two.

- Relating to the previous one, Peter's father is French. I decided that, that's right.

- Sirius always pitches elaborate schemes that involving the four of them cross-dressing. They have actually done one of those schemes four times.

- Remus tried to take Sirius, James, and Peter to a muggle club. They conjured up fake ids. Literally everyone except Sirius got in because he insisted on using the names of famous muggles which included 'Elton John' 'Johnny Cash' 'Marvin Gaye' 'Roger Daltrey' 'Mick Jagger' and of course everyone's favorite 'Ziggy Stardust'

- On that note, while much more believable than literal famous people, the others fake names were no better. They decided to use different ones every time so I'll just highlight the fan faves. *ahem* 'Seamus Deerly' 'John Remus' 'Jackson Hooves' 'Petti Petergrew' 'Peter Stagly' (this one is James', who did not think twice about the first name), 'Darcy Bennet' 'Albus McGonagall' 'Mason Cheese' (yes, this actually worked), Lemus Rupin (this one is not Remus), and of course 'John Wolf' (this one is Remus)

- James Potter was the mom friend. Not Remus, never Remus. James had a full mom mood and was very protective of his friends, especially Peter who he did not believe could defend himself.

- People legit thought James and Sirius were dating for about 3 years. Both of them were very confused when people kept offering their sympathies when they believed they had broken up.

- Once again relating to the previous one, anyone who hooked up with Sirius in that time period just thought he was cheating on James and was fine with that.

- James attempted to hide his middle name for three years before it was revealed via a howler from his mother. He has never lived it down, not once. Even in death, Remus would make fun of his middle name.

- Despite his animagus being a Stag, James has literally no clue about anything in nature. He complained the entire time during the first (and last) official Marauders camping trip.

- The Marauders have all kissed each other at least once. Either on accident, during a dare/game, while drunk, for 'practice', or simply because they wanted to.

- James had a summer fling with a muggle before his 5th year. He has no idea whatever happened to them.

- Remus is absolutely amazing at flirting. No question about it, he is the best among the group. He also swears the most.

- James bonded with the Marauders so well and became so attached because he comes from two only child parents so he has no cousins or anything. They were really the first people his age he got a change to become friends with.

- Baby James because he spent so much time around only his parents was such an old man. It did not help that his parents were much older than most parents to 11 year olds. He constantly said phrases no one understood but they found it adorable.

- When James and Sirius finally learned how to use a phone, they would constantly prank call Peter and Remus. This led to Peter and Remus pranking them back by saying that when you use a phone too much, a monster would come out of it. And, well lets just say that two pairs of pants were ruined that day and the prank calls ceased.

- The last member to become a Marauder was Remus. He spent most of his time in the library avoiding his dorm-mates during his first year. One night while James, Peter, and Sirius sat in a circle on the floor telling stories and Remus sat in his bed reading behind his curtains, James was describing a part of a prank that made Remus snort. This was the first sign of joy they had seen from him so he continued on until Remus was full on belly laughing and could not stop. They invited Remus to join them in planning the prank. With the help of Remus, this was the first ever prank they had planned that worked and thus the Marauders were born.

I may do more of these in the future but who knows. This might not even end up going anywhere.