#did i forget to draw their headbands

[slimslamflimflam]

Merman Joseph and Merman Caesar both in the aquarium. Suzi Q is their caretaker

Joseph was later found dead floating in the shark tank and nobody knows how he got there in the first place

[o--milo--o]

Now that asks are on I can rant about how much I love your design >:3

Your evbo design is genuinely so interesting and awesome! I love that he has this tight almost gymnastic like athletic shirt with the arm warmers in place of the sweater- it’s so pleasing to look at. Idk it itches my brain just right.

I love the whole design and how it works together- they way you did the pants and headband too remind me kinda of martial arts? Idk if that was intentional but with the shouen vibes parkciv gives it’s so fitting and

Asdfghjkl

aw shucks

have a full ref :3

i'm so very normal about him i swear

we're going to ignore that i keep forgetting to add his earrings whenever i draw him

the green accents on his boots and earrings are emerald ^

[milliemuus]

Day TWO of toxicchaintober is rolling around, and the prompt was chains!

This is kind've sad, but necessary. Evil villain plot stuff, yk? Maybe don't get so greedy, Kieran smh

Speaking of villain origin story, why don't I write y'all a little excerpt?

READ BELOW THE CUT (!!!!MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING FOR ASPHYXIATION!!!!)

It was a very dark night.

Kieran hurriedly raced away from home, having snuck out of the house without getting caught. His adrenaline, mixed with both fear and anticipation, rushed through his veins with each trot as he made his way to the bridge that seperated town from the wilderness. He knew he really shouldn't be out here this late, but given the circumstances, he didn't care.

It was about time he grew up, anyway.

As he reached the path that led to Kitakami Hall he took a turn, headed down the slope and toward the river.

"I just have to remember how to get to the woods, and then out of sight for a little while." He panted, coming to a stop before approaching the bubbling stream before him. He looked down at the water for a moment, taking in his reflection.

"I look...I look so tired..." he whispered, still drawing in deep breaths. He brought a hand up to his cheek.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you doing this?" He asked himself, feeling the small, familiar flicker of irritation as he began to recall the events since coming back home.

"You make your first friend, want to prove to her you're not some loser wimp and then your stupid sister comes in and swoops her away! And now she won't even talk to you, much less look at you!" He growled, his panting becoming slower. Even still, his heart pounded in a mix of bubbling frustration and fatigue.

"You can't even make friends right, much less DESERVE ANY!" His voice rose, echoing through the still air as he swiped the water with his hand, as if to eradicate the insecure reflection before him. This caused some neaeby ducklett to quack from being startled.

"I hate you! I hate this stupid town, and I hate my sister. It's all your fault!" He rambled on.

"If you weren't SO WEAK—" He grit his teeth, near forgetting why he was here before he felt a rattling in his pouch, nearly causing him to fall over in surprise.

"Ghh-?!"

His fanny pack rattled again. Oh...right. He shouldn't be here wasting his time. The thing rattling in his backpack had reminded him of wby he was headed to his destination in the first place.

He sighed, taking a deep breath.

"If I stay any longer, someone'll be bound to find me. I gotta get going." With that, he set off once again, this time he was going to make sure he didn't lose breath.

...

After what felt like forever, he recognized the thick greenery of the forest. Many had warned him of the dangers, but he didn't care. He stopped, clenching his fist.

"I have to go in." He swallowed "I have to prove my worth. Maybe then she'll like me then." He then began scaling the steeper hill of the forest, making sure he didn't tumble on the way down.

As he landed at the bottom, he whispered "I wonder how she does this...I'm already done outta breath..."

He sounded disappointed in himself, shaking his head.

"No, Kieran. Steel yourself. Part of the training is tolerance!" He growled softly, pushing deep into the dark woodland of Timeless Woods.

Thankfully he was wearing his jacket—so many swaths of bramble had poked out, scraping his legs. As annoying as it was, he would just stomp them to the ground with a flare of annoyance.

"No doubt meemaw is going to question how I got these in my sleep," he thought to himself.

"Maybe I can just say my Sentret did it out of excitement....seems believeable."

Convincing himself, he pushed forward, a branch near hooking his headband. He growled at this, struggling for a moment before it let go.

"Geez...!" He adjusted his headband.

"To be honest, is this even worth coming so far?" He began asking himself, now wandering aimlessly. "That voice said it would be...so I guess it wouldn't hurt. Still..." As he was about to speak, a loud shriek echoed in the distance, the hair on the bsck of his neck standing up.

"A-Aw man....I oughta make this quick, then-"

Without further hesitation, he knew he had no choice but to go forward. He whimpered slightly, throat burning in fear as he picked up the pace.

"Did we really have to meet out here...?!" He panted again, already losing the air pocketed in his tiny lungs. The terrain here was unstable; what if he fell? What if a scary pokémon caught up to him-?!

The panic rose in his chest. He felt more hypervigilant, the rattling in his pouch only startling him further.

"W-Wait...!" He puffed "We're almost there—"

He could faintly make out an area in the distance, his focus locking onto it. The pouch rattled again, this time with more ferocity.

"C-Can't you just wait?! I'm trying, here!" He wailed, his hands travelling to his fanny pack. Whatever it was, it was ready to come out compared to when he was near Mossui.

He began unzipping it, eyes still locled onto the clearing ahead.

Zzziiiiip-!

"Okay, I'll give you some ai— Wuuaahh—!" Suddenly the weight under his feet was gone, his body feeling as if it was soaring. A choked cry escaped his throat before it was automatically stifled by his front-half landing on the ground.

"Oomph—! Oowww..."

Kieran whimpered. He slowly sat up onto his knees, trying to rub his eyes.

"Mmghhh...uh?" He stopped, his vision refocusing. That's when he noticed something small and a pinkish-purple laying in the grass in front of him, moonlight reflecting off of it.

He began grabbing at his pouch, realizing that it was now empty as well.

"What-?! How did-?!" He scooched up further, about to grab it and stuff it back in the bag before his eyes landed on two, yellow orbs that stared right back at him.

"WH-WHAT THE--?!" He took his hand away. The item-now-turned-creature hissed.

"Silence, child!"

It rattled, this time the weird, soft shell began to undulate.

The air felt like it was sucked out of Kieran's throat. What the hell was going on...? Had he hit his head too hard somehow? Maybe ate too many sweets the day prior?! He had to slap himself for a moment, as if he was dreaming.

"Ugh....this is just a dream...it has to be a dream..."

The creature rolled its eyes for a moment before Kieran felt something—something that physically wasn't there—grab his face. This grabbed his attention, his whole body tensing up as he sensed danger.

"You call yourself a "trainer", yet you can't tell when a pokémon is right in front of you or not. How pathetic..."

With it's soft outer shell, the creature hoisted itself up. It was shaky, much like the spherical-shaped robots breaking down like in sci-fi movies Kieran had seen. He watched in horror as the peach-shaped pokémon lifted itself in the air.

For him, this was like witnessing the birth of Arceus, or the existence of life itself. Did Millie know what this thing was?

As he sat there, dumbfounded, the tight, invisible feeling left his face. He reached to rub his chin instinctively, looking at the creature that was slowly regaining its strength.

"You...you can speak?" He asked shakily.

"Yes...I suppose I am able to now..."

"Now?"

"It does not matter. What matters right now is that I have brought you out here for a multitude of reasons..." The creature's yellow-eyes squinted at the child. Kieran sat there, watching its every move as it began floating around him, as if to observe him. It stopped above his head, leaning in a little closer.

"Wh-What are you doing...?" Kieran asked, confused.

The peach-shaped creature's horns seemed to move back for a moment before it floated away from Kieran, looking down at him.

"Studying you...you'll see." The creature finally answered. Kieran tilted his head.

"Studying me? Why?"

The creature floated up to his face, glaring at him.

"It is simple, foolish child. I need your help." The creature insulted Kieran, which he slightly looked away in agitation.

"We both are in a predicament, and I think we could benefit from one another, no?"

This caught Kieran's attention. His eyes flickered for a moment.

"Y-Yeah!" He barked, before his face contorted in confusion.

"Wait...how did you know I was going through somethin' right now?" Kieran, now struck with realization, stared down the anomaly in front of him. The creature gently shook from side-to-side.

"Peh-heh-heh...you really are so stupid...I really did hit the jackpot with you..."

Kieran's fists balled up as he sat there, becoming impatient.

"Enough with the insults! Just...answer my question." Kieran's voice was more demanding, it taking all of him to not just grab at the creature and scream at it. The critter made a weird groaning sound, rolling its eyes again.

"I don't know how it couldn't be anymore obvious...but I've kinda been alive the whole time..." It revealed, "To put it simply: the first time you touched me, I suppose it activated something within me to wake up. Then I had to play the waiting game...make sure you're worth my time-"

"Worth your time...?" Kieran squinted, perplexed.

"You're so hopeless. Anywhoooo...." The creature tilted to the side.

"You said you wanted to get stronger, right? I kinda overheard when you rudely stuffed me into your little smoking-case there—"

"H-Hey, woah-!" Kieran put his hands in front of him "First off, this isn't a smoking-case, it's a pouch! Aren't those like really old, anyway?" He scratched his head "Also, I suppose yer not wrong. Sorry for doing that, by the way-" He looked down, blushing slightly from embarrassment. The creature looked down on him.

"Coulda swore that was something else. Anyway, to repeat what I said—"

"Yeah! I do wanna get stronger!" Kieran, impatient with excitement, grabbed his own knees in anticipation.

"...Okay, kid. Slow down."

"Sorry!"

"Oookay...anyway...I need your help. If you wanna get stronger, then I have two favors from you. I really think these things could help you get stronger..."

Kieran leaned forward, now in a semi-bowing-position.

"Please! I'll do anything!" He cried, his head bowing to the ground. The creature wanted to giggle at his patheticness to work for him.

"Wow...that didn't really take any convincing and I didn't even get to tell you the conditions yet. Consider this...a sub-challenge..." For a moment, it felt pity for the kid. How desperate would a kid his age have to be? It almost seemed unfair-

When was it ever fair, anyway?

Kieran sat up again, nodding. The peach began to float to-and-fro.

"Firstly: You really need to prove your strength by helping me re-unite my buddies and I together. What better way to prove your strength than through friendship?" It began to explain, nearly cringing at the last few bits. Before it could continue, Kieran piped up again.

"Who are your buddies?" He asked. It would only be natural for him to ask just so he knew what to do.

"Err...they are very...anonymous folk. They prefer to keep their identity hidden."

Before Kieran could say anything else, it continued,

"Secondly, I need a few, specific masks retrieved."

Kieran's eyes widened, and he piped up again once more.

"Like...like The Loyal Three's?"

The creature looked at him in surprise. The Loyal Three?! If it wasn't so upset at them for failing their job previously, it would have been pleased with the title.

"Look, save your questions for later. Once I see 'em, I'll let you know, okay? For now, I'm just trying to work this dea—trade—out with you."

His voice sounded stern for a moment. If things went his way successfully, he wouldn't have to explain his reasons. It's not like he was going to remember anyway-

Kieran looked embarrassed once again, nodding in understand.

"Okay-"

"Thank you." The creature sighed before floating up into his face.

"If you can do those two things for me, then I can grant you the power you seek. Do those conditions sound good to you?" It asked. Finally finished with it's propisition, it now waited desperately, looking into Kieran's cat-like eyes.

Kieran was quiet for a few moments, which was completely agonizing for this mystery pokémon. If it had hands, it would have its fingers tied behind its back.

'Just take the bait, kid. Come on!' It thought, tensing a little.

Kieran tapped his finger against his chin before he finally spoke.

"So, if I find your friends and retrieve these mystery masks, I can catch you and join my party?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Indeed— Wait...catch me?"

"With a pokéball!" Kieran beamed, looking up at it with moon-round eyes. Never had the pokémon been so confused and offended before. What the hell was a pokéball?! It made a weird "peh" noise before shaking itself again.

"Y'know what? Yeah, we'll work that out when we get to it..." It grumbled. Might as well save itself another headache before it wastes the little energy it has...

Kieran had never been so overjoyed before. He was finally going to be able to achieve his dreams of becoming the strongest trainer in the world, and finally have an attempt at impressing Millie! His heart began to pound and, before he could stop himself, he blurted out the fastest "Yes" his body could conjure.

For a moment, the creature was too stunned to speak. This was easier than it thought it'd be. Was this kid really that gullible? Did he never get the lectures most kids got when he was younger? The creature blinked, before the answer finally hit it. It finally got what it wanted.

"Yes?" It asked "Are you absolutely sure?" It wanted to clarify that it had not heard things, making sure that Kieran could undoubtedpy be bound to it.

"Yes! If you can give me strength, then I will do these things for you! Kieran repeated, bowing again.

Wow. This kid WAS serious.

"Pehra, Pehra..." It made a noise akin to a pokémon, sighing. It was excited, but it also pitied the kid to a degree.

"Okay, kid! You got yourself a deal!" It cheered, it taking everything not to squirm too much so its shell didn't open up too much.

"Sit up and hold out your hand!"

At its command, Kieran sat up for a moment, confused. He just shrugged, thinking ut was just the simple gesture the mystery pokémon had picked up from others when it came to sealing deals.

"Okay!" And with that, he held his hand out, eyes closed in a smile.

The creature could hardly believe it; it was going to be able to take Kieran's vessel (and smoothly, at that)! It made a little chirp, the chirp becoming a few quiet giggles as Kieran felt something invisible wrap around his wrist.

The pokémon's eyes remained closed, the noise getting happier as the invisible force began to tighten agonizingly around Kieran's wrist.

"Ow ow, hey-" Kieran opened his eyes "I know you're excited, but—" Before he knew it, the pokémon began glowing a faint purple around itself, now looking back at him with dark intent.

"You really are so STUPID....!" It snarled. Kieran's eyes could do nothing but hopelessly watch as the invisible pressure he felt began to glow purple, materializing into a faint, circular object that seemed to stretch from the sides of the pokémon.

It was at this moment his heart dropped, the atmosphere around him turning into one of despair.

There was no doubt about it; he had been duped, used yet again by another creature that saw him as nothing but weak. He could feel his heart quicken in terror, his immediate instinct to pull away.

"S-Stop it!" He cried, trying to pry his arm away from the sinister creature that had a death-grip on it.

"Let go of meee...!" He grit his teeth, his arm screaming in pain as he pulled as hard as he could. The pokémon drew closer, laughing darkly at the kid.

"I feel bad, kid. I do," It faked the pity; in reality, it had played its cards right, and Kieran had fell for its plea

"But you did agree to this trade! Fair's fair!"

Kieran growled in panic, his eyes welling up with tears.

"I NEVER AGREED TO— MMMPHHH—" Before Kieran could scream at it, he the weird texture of the unidentifiable object the creature was using dart into his mouth, as if to stifle him.

"Whazzat?" It asked "Did a totodile bite your tongue?"

Kieran glared at the pokémon, the familiar ache in his chest swelling. He couldn't make any noise as the chain-like miasma pinched his tongue. He did squeal, his throat burning as the prongs pinched harder.

As Kieran began to struggle, the chain that was snaking up his arm suddenly lunged, now wrapping around his throat. He began to panic, realizing exactly what it was trying to do. His eyes welled up with tears as the creature floated behind him, chuckling.

"That's a good kiddo. If I didn't have my toxic chain in your mouth, I'd totally give you some mochi as a reward!" It chimed. Kieran growled, struggling some more. Not only was this pokémon actively going to kill him, but it was offering one of Kieran's least favorite foods.

The despair ate at Kieran. He had followed a disembodied forest out into Timeless Woods, accepting some sort of stupid offer. He was disappointed; it was as if life was just out for him.

'This is my fate..." Kieran thought, the chains getting tighter. He could feel his throat slowly close.

'Maybe this is what I deserve. Maybe sis was right about me being a stupid child that doesn't know any better...' As he began to pity himself, the chains fully closed around his neck, closing his windpipe. The tears slowly stopped, him unable to heave any air.

'I'm going to die. I'm going to die in the middle of the woods.' Kieran looked up at the sky, trying to gasp for air as the creature's other chain used it's prongs to stretch his mouth open.

'I'm going to die alone, and nobody will be here to save me.'

Suddenly, Kieran began to miss everything. His house, his school, his family, his friends....

...Even Millie. Why was it that, even at the face of death, she was the one that crossed his mind? The despair gnawed at him, and he was helplessly a victim to it.

He began to panic, clawing at the chains that held onto him, sucking the oxygen out of him. This only caused the creature to wiggle the chains, laughing.

'...I really need sis right now...' He finally felt a heavy weight upon him. It was as if Carmine was tucking him into bed, telling him things would get better.

"Looks like we've got a fighter! I hate to tell you this, but the more you struggle, the worse it'll get!"

It was taking excitement in Kieran's suffering. He could feel his vision tunneling, white, fuzzy spots dotting it. His struggling became less amd less, the movements becoming mere twitches.

'I feel so cold...' Kieran thought.

'If only sis were here...I need her...I need...sis...'

And that's when the weighted feeling took over, as if a blanket had fallen over him, one that Carmine was holding, telling him that things would get better and that tomorrow they would make things better.

Just like she used to. Right before he felt like he didn't need her love or comfort anymore.

Before he knew it, he had slipped into the comforting void of darkness.

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[artemismoorea03]

Monkies Deserve Better References pt 1

This is a bit of a long one so to save people who follow me for my other series I'm going to put it behind a 'read more' line. Both for that reason and because I couldn't be bothered drawing clothes so the references are naked (not like anything graphic though, they're basically shaped like barbies, don't worry)!

The reference I used I found on pinterest but was made by Toresoza on Twitter for those who want a better high quality version with all the hand shapes will have to find it on Twitter, but for now have this low quality Pinterest one to start out.

Now! Onto the proper references! Keep in mind this is how the characters look from anything before Macaque's Not Alright! There might be some missing scars that the characters should have in canon that they don't have here (namely MK because it was 4 am and I forgot) so they might change slightly but for now here we go!

Let's start with Wukong! First with his glamours up and then with them down! (Peach included because I couldn't get the little shit's hand to work with me so I fed him).

The scar on his brow and cheek would very likely be canon as well as the one on his upper left arm and right elbow which would have all happened during the fight with Nezha.

Included on his face are also the headband scars, burns around his eyes which are red after the Demon Hospital fiasco. Also from the demon hospital fiasco are most of the dark patches on his body (realizing now I missed another burn spot on his inner right forearm that's older than the rest but that's fine). When he was tossed in the forget his fur was magically burned whever it was touching the table which is why he has lines on his tail, wrists and ankles (noticed another mistake on his tail but AGAIN IT WAS LATE LET ME LIVE /lh /j). I'll fix it later but I'm too tired to bother now.

The injuries on his chest and stomach are a mix of the Demon Hospital stuff and MK's Not Alright injuries while the white on his back, shoulders, sides and hips are all from LBD :3

Other details about MDB/MAA Wukong as well as all of the monkeys is that his fur and hair are slightly different shades that are barley noticeable (I'm even questioning if I did it for him but I'm going to hope I did x'D). Wukong is also covered in freckles which he doesn't bother glamouring due to how much energy it would take.

Wukong also shares a bit of a 'dad bod' with Canon Wukong (I'm still learning how to draw weight, so ignore that he looks pregnant he's just supposed to be a little squishy). He is also the tallest of the three monkeys I have done, standing at a super tall /s 5'6" (167 cm/66 in (according to Google)).

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Next is Macaque who until I actually did this I thought had the most scars. Nope. His scars are the biggest but he probably has the least amount of scars x'D

Macaque's canon injuries on his chest and eye are visible when he's not glamoured but not nearly as obvious as his newer scars.

On his back is a whip scar that he got from Havoc and Confusion - the timeline on this is messed up and will be edited sooner or later -but it happened when he was quite young and doesn't bother him nearly as much as some of the other scars.

The scar on his right thigh, palms of his hand, horizontally across his chest and through his stomach all came from the Seven-Star Sword.

The three scars across his chest are from Wukong's Not Alright when he was cut down by the giant cat monster. This is also when the edges of his fur started to grow in white when they grew back (he should have a couple of other white patches on his body from smaller injuries but they don't have set spots other than *maybe* in his inner elbows, but again, it's not set).

Then, the final and newest scars are on his hips which he gained during the most recent run in with Confusion.

The white on his fur and in his hair is his 'natural' color from before he was killed the first time (not when Wukong killed him) while the blue is from LBD. The blue will likely never turn fully white but might lighten over time to be a more gray color than blue, but that will take a long time and unless Macis willing to shave himself completely most of his fur will always remain black

Other details about Macaque are his six ears in his unglamoured form which are red, blue and teal based on the colors from the 2009 Monkey King series which also inspired a lot of Macaque's background and life story.

Macaque is the smallest of the three monkeys and stands at 5'3" (160 cm /63.6 In).

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Finally, there's MK and oh boy. I didn't realize how much of a break this kid needed after all of this but considering how his scars look I'm about to send him on vacation. A paid vacation with therapy included because holy shit.

After I finished making MK I realized I forgot to look for any canon scars that he would have, but considering most of them would be covered by fur I'm also not in a rush to go through and look through them.

His oldest scar is on his forehead mostly hidden by his hair which is the scar mentioned in the third chapter in the series. From there the scars get bigger and more dramatic the longer it goes on, so let's go through the list.

The scars on his right shoulder is from the snakes that infest the Earth Turtle! Also from his adventure on the Earth Turtle are his top surgery scars which he doesn't glamour (he spends too much time/energy glamouring everything else and he's proud of them, so why bother).

He has a matching wound to Macaque on his lower left stomach (which might be in the wrong spot but again i'm tired) came from Monkies Aren't Alright when Chang Liu stabs him with an immortal killing weapon to have access to what 'makes him tick'.

Then in MK's Not Alright he got attacked by another non-venomous snake that bit his left shin and left deep scarring there as well but oddly enough that was the only scar he gained from that one.

In Wukong's Not Alright he gained two scars, the one through his right shin and the wound to his left shoulder blade.

The rest of the scars - the one on his face, most of the ones on his cheek, chest, back, legs, and tail all came from Macaque's not alright with some other minor scars that I forgot about x'D. They are a mixture of whip wounds, slash wounds and burns all came from Havoc, Ginger and Confusion trying to control him.

Other details include slight discoloration on his fingers from the same torture he went through to get the majority of his scars. Part of his bangs are discolored to be white and he's covered in countless white freckles giving him a very 'starry' appearance to him. (which in a way makes his fur look like space with the scars being shooting stars and planets).

MK is the 'middle' monkey and stands at 5'5" (165cm/65in , only an inch shorter than Wukong.

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That's all that I have done right now but I'm hoping to make Loi, Red, Mei, and Nezha at some point as well as Tu, Yuanhou, Mihou, Changpu, Pengu and a super secret fifth option too ;3

That being said, if there are any characters you want me to try to make a reference for, just let me know. These were just some of the ones most requested by my discord and friends so I thought I'd do them first. Once I have the others done though, I'll post them.

[shadowqueenjude]

hi how are you? 👋🏻

I hope you be okay 💘

Can you write something about madoc x reader?:( I didn't saw any fic for him🥲

Maybe with nsfw...👀

Sorry English is not my first language...

I’m doing well, thank you!

NO CONTENT FOR DADDY MADOC??? WHAT???

I’ve never written x reader before, but since you asked so nicely…🥰

Your heart is fluttering with nerves and excitement. The upcoming event is the first time you’ve been allowed to come to a ball or any sort of party or gathering since you were 16. You knew it was more to maintain appearances than anything, since it was well-known above the sea that Queen Oriana had two children, but you would take any chance you got.

You put on a sparkling off-the-shoulder teal green dress that matches your hair, which was mostly tied up in a twisted bun with a few locks of hair left down in elegant waves. You wore a stunning headband that had dangling pearls attached to it. Your neck was adorned with a three-layered seashell necklace, a jade bracelet on your wrist, shark teeth rings on your fingers. A fish-bone corset cinched your waist. Your eyes were rimmed with black eyeshadow and your lips were painted eggplant purple to give you a mysterious and intimidating look. It was the grandest you had looked in ages.

You smiled at the full-length mirror, but inside all you felt was anger.

From the moment you were born, you had been a disappointment to your mother, to the people of the Undersea who expected you to rule after her. For the life of you, you could not understand why. You did everything perfectly. You got perfect grades in your classes, you excelled at your private lessons on how to rule a kingdom, you had perfect manners, and you were far better at weaponry than your own mother. For some time, you wondered if it was for as simple a reason as not being beautiful enough, but you were stunning. Everyone who had met you had said so, and faeries could not lie.

Not long afterwards, you discovered the true reason. Unlike most members of your species, cruelty did not come naturally to you. You tried to be as kind as your nature allowed you to be. When your little sister, Nicasia, twelve years your junior, showed a penchant for cruelty at the mere age of four, you were instantly thrown into the dungeon “for your own good.” The worst part was that Faeries could not lie; they genuinely believed they were doing this for your own good.

They raped you and whipped you and burned you. Anything to draw cruelty out of you. Eventually, you supposed, it worked. You bit their hands as they tried to hurt you. When you were given a chance to torture them back, you did. Such a seething hatred for another you had never felt. You had never relished such cruelty before. But then, you had. When the evidence was shown to your mother, for the first time she looked proud of you.

“More,” Oriana said coldly to her attendants. “She’s almost there; I can feel it.” Then she sent you back to the dungeons. From that moment onward, simply out of spite, you vowed never to forget kindness.

But it was so hard to forget the anger. Especially when you saw how everyone mooned over your younger sister Nicasia. How she gloried in the attention, the spoiled, cruel brat. How she had stolen what was rightfully yours.

But you were determined to show them all what you were capable of. Even if that meant being a little bit cruel.

You left your room, seeking your mother’s company. At last you found her amongst the countless rooms, sitting beside Nicasia, who looked magnificent in her blue dress. You hated that she didn’t even have to try to be the perfect daughter. You did not work this hard to get everything taken from you by her.

Oriana saved a small smile for you, and you took the arm that wasn’t already linked with Nicasia’s. “My girls,” Oriana said. Despite everything she had done to you, something in your chest still swelled at her words. Nicasia, on the other hand, merely looked bored.

When you rose to the surface and arrived at the royal palace of Elfhame, all eyes turned to you and your family. You schooled your features to resemble those of your mother’s: imperious and royal. You remembered what Oriana had told you: the land needed the waves more than the the undersea needed them.

You reserved a small smile for the first person to approach you. Given her resemblance to the High King of Elfhame, you guessed she must be one of his daughters. Perfect. Your plan had been to get close to one of King’s children to gain access to the throne; preferably the one most likely to be named heir, but you’d take any of them.

“Hello, Princess,” you said confidently. The woman smiled at you in surprise. “You know who I am?”

“How could I not? You exude an air of royalty,” you say. Not a lie, but the entire truth either. You knew she was a princess of Elfhame, but not her name.

“Caelia Greenbriar. It is an absolute pleasure to meet a princess of the Undersea.”

Flattery at its finest, but unlike your peers, you had no such qualms about it. After the past twelve years, you could use some compliments. “The pleasure is all mine,” you answer.

“I am glad you at least wish to entertain us, for your sister seems preoccupied with my little brother,” Caelia said. You follow her eyes to where Nicasia was sitting with a dark-haired prince with gold laurel leaves in his hair and cruel smirk on his face as he spoke.

“Oh, he is exactly the sort of company she wishes to keep,” you sneered, and Caelia laughed. “Father hates him, you know. Cardan is his ill-fated son he cannot bring himself to kill.”

Intrigued, you listen further. “Ill-fated?” Eager to spill vitriol on her younger brother, she whispers in your ear, “There was a prophecy made at his birth that he would be the destruction of the crown and ruination of the throne. He was already half-abandoned by his viper of a mother after that. Then he killed the seneschal’s lover, getting his mother put in jail for it.”

You giggle. Caelia had given you far more information than you could have possibly dreamt of. How young and eager and foolish she was. “What a disappointment,” you observe. Caelia nodded eagerly. You were going to speak further with her when your eyes caught on something on the far end of the room. Even from here, you could see the rounded ears and full frame of the young human girl as she was dragged away by a cruel faerie who held crushed rowan berries in his hands. He must have ripped them from her neck.

“I will be but a moment,” you said to Caelia, stomping away towards the human and the faerie. This was one of the things you despised about the faeries; the way they viewed humans as though they were dirt beneath their feet, yet craving their artistic talents as well. You had vomited the first time you had seen the lost souls, consisting of drowned humans reanimated with their artistic powers still intact.

When you got close to them, you turned your steps to whispers, ensuring that the faerie would not hear your approach.

“Take off your clothes,” you heard the faerie croon. The young human, who couldn’t be older than 16, began to dutifully obey, reaching for the zip in the back of her dress.

“No!” you cried, pulling the human away from the faerie. Before the faerie could react, you swung the back of your hand across his face.

Your shark tooth rings dug into the skin of the man’s cheek, your slap having so much force that the faerie fell to the ground in agony, blood trickling down his face. A rush of satisfaction flooded your body. Perhaps your instinct for cruelty was there after all.

“Run away, little rat,” you snarled at him before unglamouring the human girl and taking her away from that secluded area.

“Listen, kid, I don’t know who you are-“

“Taryn.”

“-but I will only warn you once: you can never stop being afraid here. If you are to live here your whole life, let your fear and anger control you. Let them be your armor, your shield. You can never be off your guard, even with people you love.” The girl looked thoroughly nonplussed. “My father will protect me,” she said without much conviction. Humans can lie; it was clear she did not truly believe what she was saying.

Your anger reared up again. “As if. Where was he now? Your father should be protecting you, but he’s not. He might care, but not enough. He doesn’t understand what humans go through in this world. If I ever meet your father, you can best believe I’ll be telling him what a pathetic excuse for a man he is.”

“Am I really?” came an amused voice from behind you.

You turn around and find yourself face to face with an enormous red cap. Gulp. Although part of you felt like crawling to the darkest depths of the sea and never coming out, some stubborn part of you refused to be embarrassed. You are a princess, after all. You ought to act like it.

You straightened your spine and tried to look down your nose at someone well over a foot taller than you. “Yes,” you managed to say. A truth, then. You didn’t realize Taryn was a daughter of the High General Madoc himself. Even under the sea they had heard of him. For him to keep mortal children…for clearly Taryn wasn’t his by nature…it was practically unheard of.

It was an effort not to cower before him, to remember that you were royalty and he could not hurt you. Would your mother even care if you were hurt?

To your great surprise, Madoc merely laughed. “I am surprised you care so much, Princess. I imagine far worse things happen under the sea.”

“Far worse things have happened to me, which is why I am trying to keep another from enduring what I did,” you snapped before covering your mouth in shock. You ought to have held your tongue, but you could not always control yourself. Who could?

To your great surprise, Madoc’s eyes softened. “Despite it all, you are here, and how brave and mighty you are.”

It was unlike any other compliment you had received. You had been called beautiful, and cunning, and witty, and an excellent swordsman. You had even been called delightfully cruel after your torture. But no one had ever called you brave or strong for what you had endured.

You heard the music change to that of a waltz, saw Madoc offer a hand to you. “May I have this dance, Princess?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You can dance?” you asked skeptically. Truthfully, the man did not look as if he had danced a day in his life.

“Perhaps not as well as others, but I make it my business to be good at everything I do,” Madoc said. You turned around so that Madoc could not see your face as you thought hard. Taryn had disappeared into the crowd.

“Are you not married, High General?” you asked. You could’ve sworn that he was married, but then again, the faeries were not exactly faithful, were they?

“It is a dance, not a marriage proposal,” Madoc replied, which told you enough. Still, you took his hand, trying to calm your nerves. With lethal grace, he led you onto the dance floor. You had the feeling that Madoc had undersold his abilities. Perhaps the only ones he was less than at dancing were the noblest of nobles, for he guided you along with ease.

“It is rare to find a faerie who cares so much about the welfare of others,” Madoc said. You snorted. “That should be the bare minimum, should it not?” you said disdainfully. “Yet all of you fall short of the mark.”

“Do not think so little of me,” Madoc replied. He bent you over, and you arched your back as you had been taught. “I care much for my children, but I cannot always be around to protect them.”

You scoffed, but could not think of an adequate reply. Madoc did have a point there. “I’ve done everything in my power to protect them. I’ve given them charms against enchantments. I’ve taught them how to be masters at swordplay. I’ve sent them to get the best education possible, at the palace school itself.”

You looked away, trying to hide your shock and envy. It stung a little that humans had had a better parent than you, but you also deeply admired Madoc for it. “Then you are miles ahead of my mother,” you replied. You twirled before continuing, “Her idea of parenting was torturing me in the dungeons until I fit her idea of a true queen of the Undersea.”

You heard the music slowly come to a close. “A misguided effort, but there is some merit in it,”. Madoc commented. “It is best to be prepared for what is to come.”

Stunned and hurt, you shoved Madoc away, storming out of the ballroom. You began to weep silently in the palace garden, sitting upon a rock. You hated the lot of them, every last one. You vowed to use Prince Cardan to destroy them. Then they would learn not to treat you like vermin.

“Princess.” You turned around, only to find Madoc standing there. You two were all alone here in the quiet outside of the revels happening inside.

“I do not wish to speak…” to you, you meant to say, but your traitorous mouth wouldn’t let the words come out. Despite his words, you wished for comfort in him. He seemed to be the only person who genuinely cared about others.

Madoc smiled slightly, noting that pause. “I spoke foolishly,” he said. “I did not mean it as you presumed.”

You stood up, stalking towards him. “Pray, enlighten me. What did you mean? That I deserved it all? That my mother was right to do that to me? That I am better for it?”

Madoc shook his head, his gold cat eyes twinkling at they stared down at you. “I only meant,” he whispered softly, “that your mother was trying to make you stronger. It was wrong and ineffective, however; the truth is, you were always strong. That is why you survived.”

Your heart began to speed up again as Madoc lifted a hand to your face, wiping the tears with the back of his hand. You could not control the blush that spread across your face at his casual contact.

How could it be that you found comfort in someone as bloody and murderous as Madoc? Perhaps you said the words allowed, for Madoc smiled fully, showing off his fangs. “I can be a murderer and a savior,” he murmured. Unbidden, you leaned in closer, Madoc doing the same. Then abruptly, you pulled away as cold reality dawned on you.

“You are married,” you said. What in the world were you doing, looking to kiss a married man? You shook your head, moving to walk away. “My marriage with Oriana is nothing more than an arrangement,” Madoc replied. “We share a son, and she is influential in court. With her by my side, I am more powerful.”

You turned back to him. “But you still fuck her, do you not?”

“No. She was once a lover of the High King of Elfhame. She no longer desires such a relationship. She dallies occasionally, but we do not.”

You chuckled to yourself, realizing the truth. “You seek the crown of Elfhame.”

Madoc said nothing, which was as good as a confession. You laughed some more. “You! A bloody red cap brute like you, rule a kingdom? You do not know the first thing about ruling, nor does your so-called wife, no matter if she was once a lover of royalty. Oh, you’ll be able to acquire power sure enough, but keeping it? Forget about it.”

Madoc shrugged. “I may not know how to rule,” he admitted, “but you do.”

Your jaw dropped. He…wished you to join him on his journey to take the crown of Elfhame? Why you? Why not one of the princes or princesses of Elfhame? Why not Nicasia? Why did he want your help?

“Why?” you enquired, somehow incorporating all those unsaid things into that one word.

Madoc stared at you incredulously. “Because you are cunning, powerful, and you care for humans. You see, I intend for my daughters to be in positions of power by my side, but not everyone likes the idea of humans having such power. Plus…” he smiled admiringly at you. “I could feel your anger from the moment you stepped in the room. You despise all of these people. You and I both know none of these royals are suitable to rule. Together, we can destroy them all. Imagine how shocked your mother will be when you are the High Queen of Elfhame.”

You breathed out a laugh. Somehow, all of this was thoroughly amusing. “And what of your wife?”

Madoc shrugged. “And if my wife dies in a tragic accident?”

You looked up at him. You barely came to his chest. “I’ll be there to comfort you,” you whispered. You got on your tip-toes so that you could meet his eyes properly. You felt his arm wrap around you, his broad hand splayed on your back as he pulled you into a kiss.

You felt the sharpness of his teeth as your kiss depended, as he lifted you up and gently pushed you against the wall.

You felt hot all over, your breaths coming heavily as Madoc’s fangs scraped against your neck, as his hands slid your dress down to your waist, and all you could do is dig your fingers into him and hold on.

[venus-celestial]

Happy Nesta week everyone as my iPad is currently still broken I won't be able to draw like I had wanted to

But never fear for I shall write instead and add drawings later

So for the first prompt of @nestaarcheronweek Queen of Queens

enjoy this one-shot of a somewhat dark romance nessian Crescent City/Modern AU

Nesta's breath caught slightly as she looked at herself in the mirror she looked so.. different yet so the same it was truly terrifying.

The dress her mate had given her to wear was well beautiful it was a pitch black that faded into sliver and had red accents on the sleeves neckline and middle.

it was a sweetheart neckline (she found it a little less funny then her mate did) with detached sleeves and the dress went almost All the way to her feet stoping a few inches higher.

Of course her mate hadn't only supplyed the dress for her to wear but the the red gemed jewelry she was currently wearing as well as bright and and glowing as his own gemstones he wore.

She thought the ruby choker was a little much considering everyone would be able to see the tattoo on her back but she didn't complain it was pretty as well.

what she didn't really understand was the lack of head accessory her mate usually would provide a headband a pin or some other accessory for her hair or head.

but currently her head remind barren her hair down tonight at his request she wondered if he had somt planned probably it was in his nature.

Ataraxia sat at the side of the vanity as sharp and ready to be used as ever although she rarely used it her mate had said numerous times that she shouldn't have to dirty her pretty hands.

he said things like that a lot that she deserved to not want for anything to not have to do anything she didn't want to that she should be taken care and worshipped.

And taken care of and worshipped she was her mate made sure of it everyone who worked for him knew who she was and how she was to treated with respect and loyalty just like he was.

he absolutely showered her in gifts Ataraxia having been one of them he had said the sword was made specially for her and her magic and when she had given it it's name he had smiled and kissed her breathless.

Gods above was it easy for him to turn her into a non-functioning mess with just a simple kiss or a few words his habit of calling everything about her whether it be her eyes her hands or even her mind pretty would be the death of her.

but gods she loved it how easily he could turn her into a dazed mess in or out of the bedroom how easily he could make her shatter again and again until she couldn't take anything more.

and how gentle he was as he did whispering praise and kind words as he took care of during and after.

Oh but Nesta didn't forget she had the same affect on him as he did her she could ask anything of him and he would do it even get on his knees and worship her like a goddess anything for her his lady his queen.

The door to the bedroom opened and in he came within seconds he was behind her and burying his face in her neck as he liked to do.

"Hello Sweetheart" He said breath tickling her neck and making her shudder "Cassian" She breathed her voice quiet and and high.

Cassian chuckled lowly and nipped lightly at her neck with his teeth leaving his mark on it and making Nesta moan softly.

Her repeated the action and pulled away from her neck looking at her through the mirror "Look at you my beautiful girl" He said his voice low and dark.

Nesta felt her stomach tighten up as he cupped her cheeks with both of his large calloused palms "You are perfection" He said leaning forward placing a small light kiss on her forehead "So very beautiful" He continued his soft whisper making the tiniest shivers run down Nesta's spine "My Nesta" he whispered voice full of adoration.

Nesta breathed in deep inhaling his scent as she leaned into his touch "Your Nesta" She whispered back.

Cassian smiled and placed a hand under her chin turning her towards him tilting her chin so he can gaze into her eyes "You are mine my queen" he whispered his tone soft and deep.

"Yes" Nesta Breathed "And tonight" Cassian Said "Everyone will know it" "Everyone Will know your mine my mate my lady my queen" he said voice low and dark as he spoke

He leaned forward pressing his lips to hers once before pulling away "Shall we go?" He Asked his voice still low "they'll be expecting us" Nesta nodded and Cassian took her hand in his.

They left their room with Nesta trailing behind her mate as he made his way out of their room and down the stairs to the front room of the house.

As they arrived Nesta saw her parents walking in together with a large group of people who were either their friends or strangers she couldn't tell.

Nesta squeezed Cassian's hand in nervousness and he pulled her to his side "It's alright sweetheart" he said voice gentle and calm as he squeezed her hand.

they made their way over to the giant table in the middle of the room where her sisters and their mates already sat Nesta did a once over and paused when she looked at the head of the table

Rhys and Feyre were sat next to each other as expected as where Elain Azriel and Gywn Amren and Mor sat opposite Rhys and Cassian's chair was empty as expected but

But next to Cassians chair was another chair identical to his and as Nesta scanned the table again she realized the chair that usually sat next to Feyre's and was where Nesta would sit was gone.

Nesta swallowed hard her heart beating against her ribs rapidly as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Cassian wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her close to his side protectively "Are you cold my love?"

"No" Nesta said no at the table seemed to find anything amiss but Nesta brain could not figure out what was happening until Cassian lead her right to chair that was identical to his.

Nesta took a deep breath "Who's sitting here?" She asked quietly trying not to be loud enough to alert anyone near by.

Cassian gave her a look that read 'Really?'

Nesta gave him a pout he wasn't being very nice.

Cassian Chuckled darkly at her expression "You are sweet girl" he said Nesta's eyes widen slightly "W-what" she stammered quietly.

She hadn't heard him correctly or he was just joking or something because no way did he just say the seat was for her but no she hadn't heard him wrong his voice was low and rumbling with affection as he told her this.

"This is your seat my Queen" He said kissing the top of her head "Now sit" he leaned down to whisper in her ear "Or do I need to pick you up and put you in it myself" he said.

Nesta squeaked at the idea of such an event and immediately sat down and folded her hands into her lap as her mate took his seat next to her.

Cassian reached over and took her hand and began rubbing it as he started talking to the others at the table Nesta looked over at Feyre and her sister gave her a warm smile.

Nesta smiled back but didn't move her hand she was too busy listening intently to Cassian telling all of them how proud he was and how perfect she looked.

"Thank you" She whispered looking up at him, he gave her a reassuring nod squeezing her hand.

dinner was brought out and everyone bagen eating about an half an hour later later Cassian stood up and declared her has something to announce.

just then an attendant came around the the table and placed a medium sized box in front of Nesta before bowing and walking away.

Nesta looked around table confused and heart going a mile a minute she caught Feyre's eye who was smiling like the cat that got the canary

she looked at her mate then at the box and back to her mate again she was so confused she felt like brain was going to explode trying to figure it out.

Cassian grinned at her "Open it sweetheart" he said Nesta nodded lightly and obeyed opening the wooden box to reveal what was inside

Nesta swears her heart stops as opens it fully a crown there's a crown in the box sat comfortably atop a plush pillow Nesta feels like she's losing it as Cassian comes over takes the crown out and gently puts it atop her head

"Mine" he all but growls when he's finished putting it on her head and placing his hand over her heart "You belong to me now only me now and always and forever and ever and ever"

He said "you belong to me" "I belong to you" He added "Always and Forever"

Nesta Nodded speechless and suddenly Cassian had his sword in hand and she shivered at his next words "You are my Mate My Wife" "But also My queen my equal in every and any way their is" he said voice dark

"You will reign by my side until we take our last breaths" her continued"No one will question your relation to me or your role" his voice dropped and and Nesta shivered "and if they do" He stopped a second longer "Then they are dead." He finished "Dead like those who dared disrespect you by questioning the right of someone who is meant to be by my side"

With that Cassian took her and and Sat back down as everyone at the table started clapping and cheering and chanting his name along with Nesta as he lifted her hand to his lips pressing them to her knuckles

"Nesta" He whispered his voice deep, hot and passionate "my queen."

he smiled down at her as she blushed and bowed her head "You are so beautiful and amazing"

Cassian held her hand tighter

And Nesta realized right then and there that she belonged to this man and he belonged to her and nobody else.

not even the Gods were allowed to have her and she was perfectly ok with that.

I hope you liked it everyone sorry if there are any errors I'm trusting docs spell checking on this so I hope it's okay

Anyway see you all later today for day two

[luimagines]

That Dragon Au Part 7

I had forgotten how slow going this story is. ^.^*

@cafecourage

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Chapter 7: Breakfast Time

Enno woke up and took a deep breath. They stretched and felt like they were actually well rested for a change. And then they noticed Warrior was not in the bed.

They instantly tensed up and looked around, not seeing him anywhere. They put down Wind gently and got out of bed looking to see if there was a note or something.

"Over here, Love." Warrior calls out to them softly. He was sitting at his desk. It no longer looks like chaos and he appeared to be working on something.

Enno nearly jumped out of their skin, "God- my heart." 

They put their hand on their chest to calm their heart. They headed over to him and gave him a kiss. 

Warrior smiles into the kiss and pulls back. "Sorry, I should have warned you that I tend to wake up early anyway."

"You don't stop, do you?" They sighed, holding their head on top of his. Enno grunted slightly and huff, keeping their voice quiet for the boy still sleeping in the bed. "I forgot to do something yesterday and couldn't do it while Wind was between us."

"What did you forget to do, Love?" Warrior asked softly, careful to still not wake up Wind.

Enno looked down and noticed that he was drawing something, something that looked awfully familiar now that they thought about it. Enno started playing with his hair, trying to do the same thing that they did yesterday while they were experimenting with the whole claiming thing that dragons do. 

"Nothing really, just something I should have done right away." They nuzzled their face in his hair before turning to his paper. "What-cha drawing? Me and Wind?"

Warrior was calming from their touch before he perked up and flopped over the desk. "I ummm.... yeah..."

He pulls back and shows them with a clearer view to the paper underneath his arms. He seemed to be drawing a fairly realistic charcoal picture of them and Wind asleep next to each other in the bed. "I finished the work that I had to leave behind... so I... started this."

Enno continued to put their scent on him. “You’re really good. Better at realism than I am. Can you put that with your horde when you're done? I want to keep it.” They slowly bring him back up from hiding it. “If you don’t, it's going to be my treasure now.”

They give him a kiss on the temple.

Warrior take a breath. "You can have it. I don't typically keep my drawings. And before you ask, it's a habit. My desk isn't usually that messy. I try to keep myself away from paper as much as I can....being a fire dragon and all."

“Thank you.” They give him a few more kisses. “Shall I wake up Wind? We have to tell him the plans today.” They whispered. “He is going to be so excited. You better win him that prize from the game.”

Warrior turns in his chair, watching them adoringly. "Do you want to use the bath first? I can wake Wind up and we can all have breakfast."

They still had their arms around him. “I would love one, but I don’t have anything to wear. And at this point I should just move my stuff into here.” They twirl their finger around his hair again. “But I would love to have a family breakfast.”

Warrior purrs, his eyes closing in content. He smirks a bit. "You can always just wear my clothes. You happen to look stunning in them."

Enno baps his head lightly. “Fine but remember your things are bigger on me.” They rolled their eyes as they made their way to the dresser. It took a few tries but at least they remembered where his horde was. 

“Ah.” They picked out a red tunic. They debated on the pants but the tunic was longer than the one they wore yesterday so it would be literally a dress on them. 

“I’m taking this one!” They closed the drawer, grabbing the headband they left on the top and went into the bath. They put it all on the counter in the bathroom after shutting the door.

Warrior leaned back his chair, crossing his legs with his ankle over his knee, watching them go.

After they closed the door he smirks fully and stands, making his way to the bed. He shakes Wind's shoulder. "Wake up pirate, we're going to go on an adventure today."

Wind hums and blearily opens his eyes. "Huh?"

"You're going to get that prize." Warrior winks. "Up. We don't have much long until Enno gets out of the bath."

Enno laid down, relaxing in the bath once it was filled. They were still sore and felt grimy. There was a faint feeling of pain on their back from yesterday. They start humming, taking their time for once.

Pain shoots up their spine when they tried to lift their arms up. “Ow ow ow ow ow, ok, that’s not happening.” They hissed as they felt a pulled muscle by their upper back. It was going to take them a longer time than they thought to actually bathe.

Warrior and Wind dash out of the room, heading to the guest room where their stuff was. They grab as much as Enno’s things as they can and run back. Not wanting to actually be suspicious, they simply place it on the bed.

Warrior stretches his arms over his head, a satisfying pop being heard from his shoulders. "Ok Wind. Your turn. You gotta get ready for today too. At least change your clothes."

Wind and Warrior go about their morning routines. Warrior managed to sneak some of Wind's stuff into the room as well while he was distracted.

He wasn't sure if he should also take a bath or wait until nightfall but he wants to wait for Enno.

Enno finished and got out slowly. Giving themselves a small pat down so as to not make their back worse. Putting on the new set of clothing, they made an attempt to dress down the hairband by braiding their hair here or there. They have trouble deciding if it looks good or not. They huffed when it didn’t work, but it was the best they could do.

Warrior is dressed casually when they finally get out. His smile widens and he lets out an appreciative whistle. "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning."

He chuckles, getting to his feet and adjusting the head band on their head. He untangled a bit of their hair and tucks it into some other parts where they would be tighter and fit better.

"Better?"

Enno looked in the mirror. Somehow he had made it look like the headband was actually a ribbon that had been intertwined with their hair. He dressed it down perfectly.

Enno blushed and looked away but then noticed their stuff on the bed. “Wait- when did you two… why?”

They turned back to Warrior, confused, before realizing why and turned red again. “You know now I have to unload things here.”

Warrior shrugs. "Fine by me."

"This way you don't have to go and get your things. They’re already here!" Wind cheers, sitting on the bed. "I got some of mine too so we have to figure out a place to put everything but it shouldn't be too hard."

Warrior waves him off. "If there's no space then I get another dresser or something."

Enno had to take a moment to take a breath. They couldn’t help but soften at the gesture. “You two are going to be the death of me I swear.” 

Enno gives both of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek / forehead separately. “I love you both so much but I thought we were going to have breakfast together?”

"Yes!" Wind cheers, vaulting off of the bed and toward the door. "Let's go eat!"

Warrior bows dramatically, offering his elbow. "Shall we?"

“Of course.” They take his arm and we follow Wind out. They felt a little self conscious about leaving the room because it's been a safe haven from Cia this whole time. But it wasn’t a good look if they simply went in and never came back out again. They took Wind in their other hand so he wouldn't go too far ahead.

Warrior hums as he purrs by their side. "Zelda is pretty good at keeping the dining hall scarce of arguments so we should be ok to go eat together. If it gets interrupted, we can get something while we're out on the town "

“That’s… good at least.” Enno thinks about it. They’re not inclined to agree but it’s better than nothing. 

“People are still staring.” They whisper as more maids pass. They seem surprised by their look. That or they are just staring at Warriors. They put their head on his shoulder trying to ignore the stares. “I guess I did turn into a dragon the other day.”

"True." Warrior swings their hand a bit, leaning his head against their own. "I also tend to get a few stares just by walking. Dragons are few and far in-between. There are only five who actually live in the capital, Zelda and myself included. So more or new dragons are quite the sight to see."

They hummed. "I think the stares for you are for another reason. The most eligible bachelor got hitched." 

Enno nudged him teasingly, having a sinking feeling this is something they weren’t going to let go anytime soon. At least they weren't so stressed about heading to eat. They were still worried about Cia but not as much to dampen their mood.

Warrior grins, adopting a little pep in his step. "Well I wouldn't say we're married yet but you bring up a good point."

Wind laughs from the other side. "You certainly fell into the part pretty quickly. Why not seal the deal already? You clearly like each other."

"Wind!" They instantly shoved their face into Warrior's shoulder to hide a blush. "I assume this isn't something you just do on a whim. It's like a proposal right? Slightly planned out? It's not like I would rather one way or another. It seems like it's going to happen anyway. Ahhhhhh..." 

Warrior chuckles, kissing the top of their head. "There is a process. It might be fast to human standards but dragons also don’t leave much room for second guessing. However, it's only been a few days."

Warrior reached over and flicked Wind's head. "There's no rush either. So let's try to take some things one at a time. Such as making sure we all have fun today."

“Only been a few days… From what I heard you’ve been trying to court me for a while now, Sir.” Enno started to purr as they walked into the dining hall. “Do you think we can’t get Hyrule to do a small check up? I’m still worried about the thing I mentioned yesterday.”

Warrior blushes as he kicks a bit of the carpeted floor. "I meant after the claim has been made...."  He laughs nervously. "I uhh... I just wanted your attention at first... like I said, I never thought I'd actually have a relationship."

He smiles and grips their hand a bit tighter. "Yeah, we can ask Hyrule to check it out before we leave..... Are you feeling any better by the way? Still sore?"

"Had some weird phantom pains on my back while in the bath. I know I don't have the condition I had in my world. I'm just worried if there is something else wrong with me instead." They lift up his hand kissing it.

"Yuck." Wind pretends to gag, running a bit ahead to the dining hall door.

Warrior nods and tries to think about what it might be. He pulls their hand up to kiss it as well. "I don't suppose that it's merely stretched from the sudden addition of wings. I know that young dragons itch and are sore when their wings begin growing for the first time. Not all dragons are born with them already in their form, you see. So while it's not commonplace, it's not rare either."

"Getting it looked at isn't a bad idea though." Warrior opens the door for the both of them since Wind didn't hold it open. "Just in case."

"Those are two different ailments. I want to make sure I don't have a magical version of not being able to create energy." Enno stated as they walked in. Wind had already plopped himself down with some of the others waiting for them.

"Concerning." Warrior notes. "I'm sure Hyrule can help it. But I think you would be better off actually looking into a professional opinion."

"Enno!" Wind calls out. "Sit by me!"

"About time the two of you showed up." Legend says, putting his cheek against his fist. "We were wondering when the honeymoon was going to end."

"Legend, be nice. Cia was going crazy. We know that Warrior is the number one target." Four punches his shoulder.

"Actually Legend the Honeymoon is after the wedding. We were just having an engagement celebration." Enno said, sitting next to Wind. They made a mental note to ask Warrior where exactly a professional is. "How have you guys been? I feel like it's been years."

Sky smiles. "We've been alright. We've mostly avoided the drama."

"Is Pinky ok?" Hyrule leans forward. "I heard what happened but they said I wasn't needed."

"Meaning they wouldn't let him in." Legend chimes in. "Heard through the grapevine that you both got hit too. You ok?"

“Well… turns out I’m now a dragon. But also the… uh… human? Part? Of the half form is how I looked back in my world. So that's fun.” They tried to be as casual as possible as some maids put our food down. “I still don’t know how you got hit, Captain.”

"Cia threw a fit and some magic. I did my job." Warrior explains simply.

Legend hisses in sympathy and empathetic pain. He goes to subconsciously scratch his shoulder. "Aimed at Enno?"

"Yup."

"I heard it hurt your wing." Hyrule mutters

"It did."

"It was pretty bad." Wind speaks up. "I don't think he's going to be able to fly for a while."

All the boys grimaced and stared in front of them. Clearly there's some significance there.

Enno looked at their faces and just whistled. Enno picks up their fork to start eating. “Aaaannnyyyway. What do you guys have planned today?”

Four perks up. “Oh! There was a blacksmith that was letting me use his shop yesterday. I was going to continue working on our weapons and armors before we leave. It’s been awhile since I got to fix everyone’s stuff.”

Legend smirks and gabs a thumb in Hyrules direction. "He's going to try and sneak into the medical bay and I'm going to watch."

"Legend please.... I just want to learn some more things before we go."

"I was just going to be in the library all day." Sky starts eating his food. "Do you have any plans?"

Enno grew more interested in their food suddenly as the realization hit them. “Well… We are going out into town.” They give Warriors a small nudge. “A ‘family’ day is what we are calling it.”

“There’s a game in the town square! Warrior is going to win it for me!” Wind cheers

"You bet I am." Warrior grins, nudging Enno’s foot from under the table. "It's just a bit of fun for today. I think we deserve it."

Time didn’t take too long to get to the dining hall. “Oh.” He wasn’t sure why he was surprised that other people were still around eating breakfast. 

Enno looked up and waved Time over. “You look better.”

“You seem different.” He shoots back. “I heard what happened. Glad to see everyone is ok.” Before the Old Man sits on the other side of Warrior, he chanced a glance at Wind. “Sorry if I scared you yesterday Sailor.”

"Is Pinky ok?" Wind asks instead.

"And has anyone seen Wild and the Rancher. " Legend adds on. "I haven't seen them since yesterday."

“She’s… Recovering. It’s going to take around a month or so to actually fully heal. Her back took the most damage. ” Time states trying to remember everything the nurses said. “Pup and Cub decided to go out early since we ordered some clothing for Pinky yesterday.”

“Are there visiting hours to the med bay?” Enno asked, “I should probably tell her that I’ve been turned.”

“Oh she already knows, she said to tell you that you ditched her, and left her alone in the human corner.” He said with a deadpan look, then looked at Warrior. “Captain, did Impa tell you about my offer? I was thinking about bringing some of it back or at least marking the location off so you guys can find it later.”

"I would assume that there are visiting hours but you should have no problem.." Time runs his hand through his hair as he continues. "They let me in pretty easily."

"Well, that's because you're her dragon. She's your human." Sky points a fork in Time's direction. "You get priority access."

Warrior cuts over that as he also addresses Time and his words. "I've heard of it. While I appreciate the offer, I'm not currently able to go and get it myself so as it stands, it's still fairly up for grabs unless someone goes and gets it."

"Don't forget we only have three more days here." Legend says in between bites. "Hyrule and I have been keeping track of how long we stay in one world before we move to another. Anything that needs to get done better should be finished as soon as possible."

Enno didn’t want to feel relieved that the group only had three more days but it flowed through their entire being. They tried not to make it visible though. “We should also have a game plan when we get Pinky on the road. If she is only fully healed in a month, I can only assume she can’t really do much.”

Time on the other hand understands Warrior’s words as he should go and get the treasure. He still has his magic pouch from his adventures he doesn’t really use as much. He should see how much exactly he can fit inside and bring back. “I only have a few more errands to run before I’m set to go. I intend to get it all done today so I can spend the rest of our time with Pinky.”

Legend and Sky grin to themselves at Times words but say nothing.

Wind is borderline vibrating in his seat. "I'm so excited! When can we go!?"

"Hold on Wind, we still have to finish eating." Warrior chuckles, playfully nudging Enno’s foot with his own once more. "Take care, Time. Don't take too long. You've got somebody who needs you."

Enno pokes back with their foot, unsure of what he is doing. They finished up their meal in relative peace, simply listening to the others talk at this point.

“I know. It won't take me that much time.” Time states with confidence. “You three be safe and have fun in the town.”

Warrior pokes back, his face not betraying anything. "We'll try our best. Don't get into any more trouble."

"Easier said than done." Hyrule laments. "We only have a few days left so we might as well get the best out of them. When are Wild and Twi coming back again?"

“If anything, I’m expecting it at this point.” Enno puts their utensils down and leans on Warriors. “I’m hopeful though.”

Time’s face softens a bit. He really wished that his day with Pinky was a bit better. He puts a thought in his head to have a redo day with you later in another era. “Soon, I was going to meet with them at the clothing shop.” He looked at the time, and stood up taking the apple on his plate with him. “Which I have to go to now.”

Warrior doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around Enno’s shoulders, finishing his plate. "Don't destroy the shop."

Wind giggles and cleans his plate before borderline jumping out of his chair. "Ok ok, can we go now?"

Warrior looks at them lovingly. "Good to go?"

Time rolls his eyes on his way out. “I’ll try not to.” He says quicking his pace. Maybe he shouldn’t go to the treasure today. He would have to see when he gets to the shop and unload the clothing back at the castle. He was going straight to the shop. No detours.

“Mhm.” Enno was a little tired but it was fine to go out. They get up from their chair, waving goodbye to the others. “Have a good day guys.” 

Warrior hums and rubs their arm, waving to the others as well as he leads them away. "Are you feeling ok, sweetheart? Your magic is low."

They didn’t know how to explain it, “I feel low… Like how my other condition was like.” They whispered so Wind didn’t hear it. “Don’t worry too much. Let’s just have a good day out. You said you wanted to show me our home?”

Warrior nods and drops his arm to hold their hand. "Alright. But let me know if you feel any worse. There's a potion seller in the middle of the city, so we can simply go in and get one to help you replenish what's been lost."

"Can you two stop flirting?" Wind groans. "Come on! Let's go play!"

Feeling warm inside but also a bit woozy and shaky, Enno sighs and follows the boy. “I think it might be a good idea to still get something and we will, Wind. Show us the way.”

Warrior nods and squeezes their hand for a moment before he pulls them closer, wrapping his arm around their waist. Wind cheers and takes off running in the direction of the game from the day before. 

"I'll get a few then and see if that helps you feel better." Warrior pokes his nose against their head. "I'd hate to see you get sick so soon."

Enno doesn't reply back. They were already feeling sick. They were able to make it to the game stall though. They sat down nearby and gulped. They were feeling shaky and dizzy, besides they didn’t know how to play. “I think I’ll let you guys play.”

Warrior frowns. "Alright, Wind. How do we play?"

"You have to take the hammer and hit this button. It sends the puck upwards and the higher it goes, the better the prize. You get a huge one if you can ring the bell." Wind jumps in place.

Warrior takes one look at the toy and his stomach turns from the unease.

"I'll tell you what. Can you go down the street to a small shop that has flowers in the front? It should have yellow windows with green letters." Warrior passes Wind some rupees. "Go inside and order some magic potions, ok? And I'll ring the bell."

Enno started to feel tired as soon as they sat down. This was definitely low blood sugar, but it should be fine. They ate. Looking back up, they only saw Warriors playing the game. They got confused. Where did Wind go?

Warrior watches Wind run off before he grabs the biggest hammer and swings it onto the platform. He reaches 3/4s of the way and smiles.

He takes his prize and pays again. This time he actually puts his strength into it.

The bell rings.

[ego-osbourne]

Dumb Witches Festival Costumes

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Happy Halloween! I just nearly forgot to post this, but thankfully I caught myself! Enjoy some of the stupid ideas I had for a few of the Masq!

Ego is Miraak, because someone told them that imitation is the highest for of flattery or something something, it doesn’t actually matter bc Ego defo wanted to use their (limited) craftsman skills to make a funny caricature of their older brother.

Sammy G dressed up as Dagon, largely for an excuse to run around in minimal clothing. Set with a bald cap, horned headband, faux arms, and a wooden axe to boot.

Erandur is a moth priest because he’s always thought their attire was interesting and fun. Unfortunately he didn’t consider how he might get around after finishing the costume with a blindfold, and now needs someone to take him by the hand and lead him around (also I rarely draw him with his hair down [ie. not in a braid], and I forget just how LONG I made his hair).

And, lastly, Rakell. Y’know how we have sexy nurses? I like to think a lot of Tamriel’s populous considers spriggans to be the equivilant. So of course Rakell was bet that he wouldn’t be a sexy spriggan that year, and of course he proved the better wrong (though any other year he would probably dress up as Velehk Sain [note that this is TDI-time and Rakell hasn’t met Velehk yet]).

Other life notes below:

This is the first year I haven’t dressed up for Halloween, though not necessarily out of my own volition. I’m at college and away from home, and the friend that I did Halloween last year with left campus, and I had no one else to participate with irl this year. + I’m tighter on money this year and simply couldn’t afford buying myself a costume. On top of that, I didn’t have a whole lot of ideas, either.

I decided to put what money I had saved for Halloween towards a future Ego cosplay that I’ve been working on, but man, it’s just not the same. Doing nothing for Halloween this year has had me really bummed out the past few days.

And then it snowed.

Oh my God did it snow. For reference: I love snowfall, and though snow IS possible this early in the year, it usually doesn’t stick. This snow STUCK. Not a whole lot of it, probably an inch, but enough! (And it’s still snowing so we might get more!) And it was just. So pretty. Bundled myself up and walked around in it for a bit. Just. Ugh. A very nice end to a largely negative-feeling day.

Just wanted to document this :] Happy Halloween everyone! I know I’m having a better one.

[ashleys-doodle-corner]

[start id 1]: An illustration of Po-uta, Porter Robinson’s Vocaloid. He cries, tears dripping down his face. Between his slightly open hands in front of him is a scribble. In the background is a rectangle window of the sky with clouds with dots layered over it. The text reads: “i’ve been teaching myself to cry so that you know how much you’re loved”. [end id 1]

and i’m sorry that i was made from you  but do you think i could be someone like-?

The second I saw Porter drop that demo song, I literally dropped all my responsibilities and blacked out until I was done drawing this. It genuinely made me forget about my other anxieties for the moment lmao

But God!! What a pretty song! What a pretty character! I wanna draw more of him actually!

EDIT: I did draw more of him. Here’s him with sunflower headphones, because I thought he had sunflower earbuds on.

[start id 2]: A rough doodle of Po-uta, winking and sticking his tongue out. He has sunflower-themed headphones on with the headband being decorated with yellow dandelions. He has a microphone in the hand that is throwing up a peace sign. The text reads: Yamaha Vocaloid6 Po-uta. [end id 2]

[solradguy]

Please at some point if you can write about how those 2 panels in beginning and what they mean to you the begin content is always so good and also really enjoy how rough the drawings where for it UGH

Yess god I love Begin so much. Honestly, it's like a 7/10 star scifi novel at best; it's a pretty standard "guy gets monsterified by evil science" plot. But Sol/Frederick means so much to me and that book did more for his characterization than almost any other piece of GG media has before or since, imo.

I picked this thing apart like a carcass so readmore because it goes on for miles. A thorough dump of my thoughts on what I have labeled as "begin pic 12" in my GG Begin scans folder. Vague suicide mention warning for when I start talking about the personal stuff near the middle.

What I love about those two panels is that it's the first time we get to see Sol after he gets turned into a Gear and it's a downtime moment. It's 6 months after Asuka betrayed him and he just finished whatever mechanical process was required to complete the first Gear cell suppressor headband. He's actually unplugging it in the second panel on the left. There's a third panel below these where he's picking up the headband and there's a strong focus on how monstrous and gross his hand is as an effect of the Gear cells, but it's not quite as interesting as the first panel here.

It's so small. This is the only time we ever see or hear a (canon) description of what Sol's personal living space looks like. They DO show him at some kind of house at the end of Strive, but it's barely fleshed out. There aren't that many details or strong hints in that scene like there are here.

I've talked about this potted plant in the window a lot, it's my favorite detail in this illustration.

It's not clear what kind of plant it is though. Maybe some kind of succulent with how stiff and solid the leaves look? Something Sol doesn't have to worry too much about taking care of—low effort in case he has to leave for a long time or forgets to water it. But like... Where did he get this plant? The building he's living in is described as a rusty shack out in the middle of nowhere, so I doubt the plant was there when he moved in. He must've picked it up somewhere and brought it back. Why?

Sol calls himself a monster multiple times throughout Begin and it's pretty clear how keenly aware he is of his rapidly vanishing humanity. He knows his time is running out and he's trying to slow it down by making the limiter headband but that's only a temporary fix. Asuka betrayed him, Aria might be dead (or worse), he can't even blend in with normal humans anymore, and the only animals that are like him are mindless war machines. Sol is completely and absolutely alone.

Except he's got that plant.

The plant doesn't have feelings, it can't judge him. If he goes mad and becomes a rampaging animal like the bear Gear at the end of Begin, the plant won't know or care. Sol got that plant from somewhere and whether he takes care of it or not, it's something else for him to think about. A single purely organic thing in his rusty, machine-littered, shack. If he can't bring himself to do anything else on a given day, if the Gear cells are screaming too loudly and he just wants to say fuck it all and rip everything apart, he's got that tiny little potted thing that only needs sunlight and water. Daisuke probably didn't even think about it that hard when he was designing this scene, but I have hahah I appreciate this little plant. There is a lot of thought put into the layout of the things on Sol's desk though, so perhaps Daisuke did have a motive putting the plant there too.

Sol's desk space is about what you'd expect. A tiny toolbox under the light, notes, wires, balled up scrapped papers, books (likely on magic and software engineering, probably something on wiring), the corkboard up above that has a map with marked out locations that are implied to be locations of places Asuka might have gone since the research lab him, Sol, and Aria worked at exploded (referenced in the epilogue). The rolled tubes on the right may be maps or computer schematics for Sol to reference for making the suppressor.

Based on the position of his hands in the other panels, that thing near his elbow must be whatever was compiling something onto the suppressor headband. I don't know what those are directly in front of him by that dark tower. They look sort of like computer chips/boards? Too low detail to know for sure.

The rest of the scene around his desk are just cabinets and drawers without much unique/outstanding detail. Nothing unique or outstanding enough to base anything off of, just set pieces.

For purely personal reasons, I love this illustration because I spend a lot of time sitting at my own cluttered, dimly lit, desk working on projects that keep me sane haha. Sol's arc through Begin is relatable too, in a way, with regards to gender and body stuff. It's easy to read a lot of the Gear things as an allegory for transitioning for people that didn't have a very smooth transition or that took a long time to accept that's what they are. I fell into that latter category for a long time. Once puberty hit, I realized that I didn't want to be like a woman, but being trans was bad? All depictions of trans people that I knew were jokes or were things like drag, and none of them were women into men. I didn't know a single depiction of a trans man until I went looking for it myself as an adult. They were all tomboys that rescinded their masculinity and became petite girls in pastels. Or they were villains that died and were made fun of.

So. I just didn't know you could do it. I thought that maybe there were just never any women that felt like men or that they were something other than a woman. There was no one to talk to about it, no resources to look up, I hated myself over it because it was a bad thing meant to be kept to yourself. I grew my hair really long to cover my chest and only wore baggy/layered clothes to smooth out my unfortunately curvy waist. On top of this, I have also been 6'5" since I was about 14. I didn't fit in with the women at school because they saw me as a man and I didn't fit in with the men because, biologically, I was a woman. Through all of this, I had to move with my mom across the country to live with a literal nazi because I knew if I didn't, she'd do something stupid (I was right in that she didn't want to because I was there). My friends wanted me to stay and live with my dad but I didn't know how to tell them that I couldn't. I didn't tell them when I was leaving and just left.

I had no friends, no one else was physically like me, there was nothing for me to relate to or find inspiration in. I don't know what kept me going, in hindsight. Everything pissed me off all of the time. All I had was my sick cat, metal playlists, and art. Man, did I have art though.

My art teacher let me skip Art 2 to go from Art 1 directly into Advanced Placement Art (AP Art) because I was graduating that year and she saw potential in me. For our AP Art final portfolios, we had to do a certain set of pieces with fixed themes (portrait, abstract, specific mediums, life study, etc) and then another set of something like 12 that were wholly original illustrations connected through a single, personal, theme. The theme for my original pieces was that monsters have no friends because they're big and scary and no one else is like them, but that they still need love because they're just trying to find their place in the world. Lol. I wish I still had the short essay I wrote about it, but it was so long ago...

I don't really know what was keeping Sol going at the end of Begin either, when he's living in that shack so far from his own home, alone. But I get it though. Sometimes something activates in the human spirit when shit's got it out bad for you that makes you want to keep going. It ended up working out for me. My mom's still alive, I have friends again and I know who I am now despite being a weird biological anomaly. It's working out pretty well for Sol now too, it seems, despite it all.

[zabala0z]

Drew the rest of the popular kids!! I took some creative liberties if you can tell. I keep forgetting the musical was made in the 2010’s and every time I look at the costumes from it, I try not to die. I tried to combine both the tr production and broadway version just for fun.

I gave Jake his Hawaiian shirt but underneath his weird jock jacket. He can dress however he wants. He’s rich. Also he’s holding a frisbee from his little frisbee-golf club.

I gave Jenna a similar jacket to Chloe’s just to show how much she’s a follower and wants to be popular. Mood. Also cute boots. Cause I hate drawing sneakers

Chloe…I did not know what to do so I gave her a crop top and a skirt. I was almost going to give her that headband from the two river production but I decided against it. But I gave her sunglasses!

I found nothing wrong with Brooke and I love her so much. I gave her curled hair to. I love her stupid long cardigan it’s so fun

[abeinginsand]

😏 If you'd indulge a girl and one of her many rarepairs for a bit, could I request something with Sparrow and Nicky?

Thank you for the ask and happy to indulge!! Did some doodles based on my ramblings below ;)

Sparrow and Nicky Rarepair ideas -----

Adult Sparrow is stress crying after a fight with family member (could be any)

Anyways, long time ago (kid/teen) Sparrow said to Nicky that it was so cool how he could just portal into the oak-garcia household (because doors are silly obstacles his parents use to keep him and his bro away from fun weaponry) and Nicky has never forgotten that, often shows up at random on weekends to spook and/or hang out into adulthood

SO, Nicky portals into the kitchen and this time he's spooked that Mr. lovewolf is already in the kitchen, bunch of papers strewn about the room

He's usually in the home studio/office (drawing) or the livingroom (watching stuff/napping) or out in the garden….

This time though all the half-demon hears is sobbing, friend barely even looks his way--mumbling something about: "I'm sorry I'm like this, I don't want to be a-a crybaby about every little thing and ugh this is stupid. And I forget you were coming…"

Nicky wants to comfort him somehow. In my mind, Nicky is more a physical comfort type of person--less likely to whisper comforting words and more likely to sit down with Sparrow and have the lovewolf do a breathing exercise to the beat he's carefully tapping on the messy kitchen table (he's a drummer, guitarist, and probably plays other instruments also because he refuses to only pick one)

After Sparrow's calmed down and rubbing at his eyes with a cardigan sleeve, he laughs.

Nicky looks curious in response, not appalled/unnerved (sometimes Sparrow does laugh/giggle out of anxiety and it tends to get judging looks but not with Nicky…never)

So Sparrow tiredly smiles and explains that "Hehe, I finally scared the one and only badass Nicky Close-Foster and I didn't use a spider spell to do it"

Nicky elbows him softly, then does it a little bit harder when certain little horrific beings are mentioned. Sparrow laughs more and smiles real big this time and Nicky finds himself smiling back.

Maybe Sparrow shares what he was upset about or Nicky talks about his adventures in hell, faerun, or at a gig? Either way, they end up huddled together on the worn down couch with an assortment of wildly colored quilts and tea, maybe a scented candle or two and spend the rest of the time creating a playlist together and trading song recommendations

Nicky has many places to go and a certain few he thinks of as home. Being in the oak-garcia house chilling out with sparrow is for sure one of them. ----- Next idea is for younger years! ---- OTHER IDEA

Teen sparrow really likes wearing the wolf ear headbands and those keychain raccoon/other animal tails but its against dress code at the school so he keeps getting scolded for it!

On the other hand, Jodie and Morgan are pretty strict about when and where Nicky can have his horns/wings/tail out…school is 100% a no, Glenn is pretty lax…like they've gone to amusement parks both full demon appearance (assumed to be fancy costumes) but…when school is brought up, frustratingly also no even for troublemaker rockstar hell dads apparently...

The two kids are pretty bummed out about not being to be how they want to be…and (hear me out) start some sort of after school costume club so Nicky can have his cool demon stuff out and proud and Sparrow can be the lovewolf!

Also, I like the thought of them going to conventions and concerts together? Could be fun. They aren't dressed as any particular character in the doodle (vague costumes) Or sneaking out to mini adventure in the woods or on faerun (or hell), after a few incidents, they'll sometimes have adult supervision, mainly Glenn, Daryll, Henry, or Walter Erin may begrudgingly watch over them if they happen to cross paths too I feel like Jodie probably knows they are sneaking around most of the time? but only really says anything if they get are about to get into danger

[rosachinensis]

Did I just made a KNY OC ? Yes, I did.

So, behold Aimi! I've been wanting to draw my KNY OC for the longest time, but I hold it in because I thought ; All of the OCs that I planned out in 2016 is not something that I should publish. So, she has been in 3 surgeries, more or less. I've changed her name for like... idk, 4 times?

But at least now she's here. With a fanfiction book on the way!

֙⋆ Aimi's facts and Taisho rumours are down here 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ 

! SPOILER FREE !

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「GETTING TO

KNOW AIMI」

Her favourite food is salmon ramen. She always have it in winter and rainy days!

Her name Kanji is '愛美', but she often write the 'Mi' as '実'.

Her birthday is on 22 March because her surname is 'Ohitsujiza', meaning 'Aries'.

She's the one who came up with the surname for her and her mentor.

The braid on top of her head was made out of her real hair but is detachable. It's like hairband/headband.

She called her hairstyle as 'squid hair'.

She once killed a demon because it accidentally cut her front side hair to a messy cut, and she didn't like it. Before she got the squid hair, people often questioned her hair and she only answered them with, "Once, I go to a bad hairstylist. It was really bad so I decided to leave in the middle of the process."

Did they believe it? Some are but some are not.

She's just too lazy to re-tell the whole story to them, so she made one up

She always feel sad if people forgot about her, but Aimi herself tends to forget a bunch of things about other people. She always tries to remember it tho! That's why she kept a book called, "Open this book if you forget about things."

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「ABOUT HASHIRA AND OTHERS」

Mitsuri and Aimi are foodies. The first person who get to taste Aimi's cookings is always Mitsuri.

She thought that Shinobu is quite hard to reach and have a conversation with. Aimi always felt nervous around her.

Aoi and Kanao on the other hand, always kind to her, so she have no problem with them or the triplets!

She didn't like Inosuke because he's loud. Like... Really loud.

Tanjiro is a bestie for eternity. She always said to him, "This world need more of people like you." Whenever he does something nice to her.

Nezuko is a baby! And she loves her so much. Both of them likes to talk about absolutely everything.

She likes Zenitsu... If, he's in quite mode.

Aimi said that she likes talking to Giyuu. He's that type of friend that will listen to your rant and vent quitely. He's the best person to approach if you just want to be heard.

Obanai... No comment. Aimi and him are just acquaintance.

Gyomei too. He's a good guy, but they're just not in the same vibe area.

And Tengen is just out of her reach. Their humour did not match...

Rengoku? He's like her big brother! She often comes to him whenever she needs suggestions.

She likes to tease Genya! He always blush madly whenever she sit next to him. It's cute to see!

But Sanemi... He reminds her of someone at home. She didn't really like him, but she doesn't hate him either. So I can say, he's just not bad but not good to her rating.

Aimi always goes to Muichiro for peace. She often tails him wherever he goes. Mui himself does pay her no mind and often forgot who she was and ask her why's she following him everywhere. She explain it patiently though, but with tears.

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Also! I've made her character theme too, you can hear it on my telegram channel for full audio! Under a post with the same drawing

Also, she a far from perfect character and of course have her own opinions about things. I do hope people did not see her as an annoying type of character tho! ୧( “̮ )୨✧

[rogerscoolassblog]

The Zingo

My girlfriend and I were shopping one day, we were getting the usual stuff until we heard a weird rattle noise come from one of the fridges which contained some sodas. We came closer to inspect it and some guy suddenly burst out of the fridge as if he were really trying to escape… it scared the crabs apples outta me! Jessie helped the guy recover from coming out of a fridge and he looked at us with a very surprised face. He was an odd fellow… he had this headband with antennas that had googly eyes on the ends of them, they were real cute actually! He looked like some kid dressing up for Halloween and it was adorable to see (and I don’t blame him! Halloween is awesome!)

He started staring at us for a while as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, which is fair, we don’t exactly look like the average life form. He looked up to me and said ‘Are you aliens?!’ This is a common question we get so I just said ‘yeah’ and didn’t say anything more. He called himself ‘The Zingo’ and told us all about him being an alien which was definitely not true, I could tell a human from light years away. At some point, he started sobbing, asking us if he were a real alien and that he’d been doubting himself lately… I felt so bad for him honestly... Jessie piped in and said that if he felt like an alien then he could be one! She handed him this pin she got from a shop earlier, we didn’t know what the pin meant but the colours were pretty… Jessie loves purples and pinks. Zingo practically seemed to glow as he took the pin and pinned it to his jacket. He walked away all dainty and seemed to be in a pretty good mood. What a weird guy… but he seemed like a good person.

Anyways here’s a drawing I did of him because he had an appearance I could never forget

Wonder if this guy has any social media he seems like an interesting character... maybe he would like fanart?

[bonnielunkas]

okay fuck it we gonna talk about this now ( lots of rambling incoming read at your own risk i guess )

so the drawing i did of kelsey and his siblings?? this one right here??

let's talk about him while he was alive and his siblings

kelsey :

his full name is actually adam kelsey davis. he doesn't remember any part of his original name except for the kelsey bit.

adam was ( and still is, frankly ) a generally kindhearted and somewhat naive teen

he had a small group of close friends and a couple other friends. he actually wasn't all that popular when he was alive.

said small group of close friends didn't really like adam that much in all honesty, which lead to his death.

his death was the same event that led him to die in new kid ; a springlock accident. him and his friends got into the parts and service room at the fnaf 2 freddy's, he got pressured and bribed into getting into the golden freddy suit, and then he got springlocked

him forgetting his name isn't the only thing he forgot, he's forgotten pretty much everything about his original life due to constantly changing schools, identities, and getting springlocked numerous times

kyle :

kyle is the kid with the blue shirt and hat

kyle and adam are identical twins, with adam being older by a few minutes.

kyle is really brash and loudmouthed, sometimes running said mouth when he really shouldn't. he's also a bit of a hard-ass.

that being said tho he also really cares about the people he loves, and learns to let himself be a little softer ( specifically around stacy but we get to her when we get to her )

he was a bit of a " problem child " as a kid ( as mr. and mrs. davis would put it ) so he was sent away for a little bit to live with some family down in texas. he comes back around the time he's 14 during the summer, so a year or so before adam dies

kyle actually got to see adam's body in the golden freddy suit. he saw adam's friends running out of the parts and service room, and boom

he tried beating up the girl that accidentally got adam killed like. the day after it happened. suspension was worth it for him.

he'll never admit it publicly but he really liked my little pony due to him playing with them with stacy

stacy :

stacy is the little girl with the red headband

stacy is the youngest davis kid, only being 7 ( and a half )

she's the quiet one, only really actively communicating at home or around her brothers, since they're the people she feels most comfortable around.

stacy is autistic!! her special interests are my little pony and video games

before kyle showed up, stacy didn't really have anyone to play with outside of school since adam wouldn't really play with her unless they were going out to the arcade or something. once kyle DID show up, stacy got him hooked on playing mlp due to their shared love of horses

when she's older, kelsey actually stopped by the highschool she was attending. that was not a good week or so for her.

[stellalimned]

This is... not the type of establishment to which I am accustomed.

It makes a certain amount of sense: many students of the Officers Academy are nobles, raised in luxury and surrounded by servants to fulfill their bidding. Since humans are creatures that appreciate familiarity, it would stand to reason that the wealthier ones would feel more comfortable being waited on as they would be back in their homes. In addition, other students who have not been able to experience such a thing would no doubt be curious and wish to try it for themselves. All in all, I suppose it is an understandable venture.

Lord Nergal did not have me carry out such tasks, but I was still his finest servant. Surely I will succeed at waiting on others and become the best employee of the cafe?

The black-and-white uniform they offer me comes with feline ears on the frilly headband and a matching furred tail attached to the outfit. That is, as I understand it, one of the draws of this particular cafe, and while one might wonder why they didn't simply hire an all-feline-laguz staff, perhaps they couldn't find enough, or the candidates they found were uninterested. In any case, within minutes I finish dressing myself and examine the result in the changing room mirror for several long moments. When I am satisfied that my appearance is worthy of Lord Nergal's preferences, I exit and follow the senior employee to the kitchen, where she proceeds to give me a training session on bussing and waiting tables. As I take in the information, I notice that the other employees appear far more personable while attending to their own guests. They act playful and friendly, full of life and vigor as the living do, to the customers' pleasure... I have my work cut out for me, it seems, in order to surpass them.

Another employee enters, prompting the trainer to wave them over. I glance at them while the trainer introduces them as another newcomer and am met with familiar black hair, pale skin, and gold eyes. Features the same as my own, a face I could not forget for the fact that we once served the same master. What has brought the speaker here to Fodlan? Did our master direct things such that they would find themselves with his most trusted?

"... Denning."

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