#even the cranky owl knows it

[seyaryminamoto]

Scenes of a Peaceful World: Sokkla Saturdays 2024

Day Six - Discipline

Rated: T

On FF.net//On AO3

The Preservers were a unique faction within the White Lotus. The group had been built, by Sokka's express demands, all training overseen by him, so that they could see to the protection of a unique location in their world.

The hardest part of such an endeavor, of course, was taking his leave from his family occasionally in order to see this enterprise succeed. If asked, of course, Sokka would always claim that the average period of time he could endure without them was five minutes, but where the world's progress and stability were concerned, both he and Azula were ready to make whatever sacrifices were necessary.

Now, the world reaped the benefits of such sacrifices… of the success of a venture many would have considered too dangerous, too worrisome to be carried out at all. Humanity could not be trusted with this kind of responsibility…

Truthfully, Sokka agreed with that notion: thus, Sokka ensured to set all kinds of boundaries and limitations around any visitors who sought to enter Wan Shi Tong's Library.

"It's amazing that this is even possible…" Aang laughed, standing in the grand, golden halls of the library, eyes glancing over the Preservers, standing guard by the Library's entrance and its main halls. Katara smiled, looping an arm around his. "But humans and spirits are actually working together."

"I might just be crazy, but… it almost sounds like there's greater balance between our nations, and worlds, than there ever was," Katara said. Aang smiled and nodded.

"It's not effortless… but the hard work is worth it. We can teach people better… show them the right path," he said, with a proud smile.

Wan Shi Tong had been persuaded to trust humanity one more time: the grand building rose out of the desert anew. The grand doors had spread open once again. Even now, however, there were limitations to the spirit's leniency: he still probed and tested newcomers, and whoever failed to earn his approval, whoever answered his questions poorly, would have to settle for waiting for another visitor to make a copy of whatever books they wanted to check or borrow.

It could be a complicated system, but one that worked fairly well: Sokka had come up with many of its solutions, including the rather obvious one of crafting safekeeping copies for every tome, for Wan Shi Tong's reassurance. The owl spirit seemed pleased with his support and cooperation… enough to allow what Sokka had never imagined he would, once he asked it of him:

A large family, either astride or walking beside dragons, crossed the Library's golden gates on the morning when the Preservers began serving in the Library.

"Wow… wow!" Shun gasped.

"This is… it's a miracle!" Rei gasped, tears in her eyes as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"Where's the owl?" Yuuna pouted.

"So many books…!" Hotaru gasped. "N-no one would be able to read them all!"

"Fortunately, Wan Shi Tong's helpers will be around to ensure you find the ones you're interested in," Azula smiled, clapping her daughter's shoulder. "Now, then… keep your dragons in check. I'm afraid that when he turns up, they'll…"

On cue, all the dragons tensed up: a dark presence, lower down the hallway, caused Yuuna's nervous dragon to squeal, jolting back with the child riding on his back.

"Hey, hey…!" Sokka clasped the dragon's reins, ensuring he wouldn't topple backwards. "No need to worry. He's not going to dissect any of us: he promised."

"It's illegal," Yuuna said, firmly. "No one can dissect a dragon."

"Yeah, I'm sure Wan Shi Tong would feel bound by that law… right?" Sokka said, turning around with an awkward smile: the owl approached gloomily, eyeing their family with an unreadable expression. Xin Long, while also tense, appeared to reassure Hotaru and Shun's dragons, though they still shivered while hiding behind him.

"I see you have arrived. The Avatar and the Preservers said you would be here today, Sokka… and you brought your family, indeed."

"Hey there," Sokka smiled, waving at Wan Shi Tong. "Guess introductions are in…!"

"No need. I know who they are," Wan Shi Tong stated. "Rei, the eldest, a scholar. You are welcome to browse my collection."

"I… I am?" Rei gasped: Azula smiled as her daughter shivered with excitement. "Y-you'd let me…?"

"Provided you do not stay until after the doors close. Our service hours are much stricter nowadays," Wan Shi Tong declared.

Rei couldn't contain her excitement, hugging Azula eagerly at the thought of examining countless books she'd had no access to before. Wan Shi Tong turned to the next child, though:

"Hotaru. You may find our collection on firebending and swordsmanship to your liking… though I suspect you would prefer to read fantasy books, today."

"I…! W-well… maybe a few. I can… I can study and have fun, right?" she said, looking at her mother expectantly. Azula smiled and nodded.

"You're free to do as you wish, provided you follow the rules," Azula assured her.

"Shun. You may browse the firebending section with your sister," Wan Shi Tong continued: the boy blushed upon being addressed, shrinking in place. "It has expanded thanks to your parents' contributions. Ensure to thank them for it."

"I-I will. I… thank you," Shun said, bowing his head towards the owl.

"Yuuna… zoology section: third floor, fifth wing."

"Good."

The child didn't bother waiting to check with her parents: she spurred her dragon to take flight, and the whole family gasped as they took off through the floors of the Library, right towards her favorite subjects.

"Sorry about…! Oh, hell," Sokka groaned.

"I'll keep an eye on her," Rei laughed, clapping Sokka's shoulder before setting out to the third floor, too.

The children scattered, with Hotaru and Shun lingering not too far from the entrance, meeting up with Aang and Katara, while Rei chased down the restless Yuuna. Wan Shi Tong watched the two kids, though it seemed his attention lingered on their dragons.

"You fulfilled your many vows to me, in your last visit," he said, turning his head towards Azula. "I feared I shouldn't have risked trusting any of your nation anew… but I took a gamble with you, and you did not disappoint. Where I have seen much of the worst of humanity… I appear to have discovered the best of it, through the two of you."

"That might be too flattering," Azula smirked. "We're hardly upstanding in every sense…"

"Indeed. Ensure not to sully my Library with improper acts this time."

"H-hey!" Sokka squeaked. "We weren't doing anything that bad! I mean, well…!"

"He walked in on us getting slightly too comfortable in his planetarium room, Sokka: he's not going to forget that," Azula said, with a dry grin.

"Indeed," Wan Shi Tong confirmed. Sokka's cheeks flushed. "That being said, you have been rather successful across the years, building a family, bringing back the dragons, as you promised… you reclaimed peace in a world that seemed beyond all hope. While I remain vigilant, and the Preservers will continue to keep tabs on all who may enter the Library's premises, I find myself at new ease with your kind. History shall always remember what humanity owes to the both of you. I will make certain to make records of it."

"Thank you," Azula bowed her head. "And… for letting my family browse your collection. We told them what a great honor you had bestowed upon us by allowing this. I know they're hardly the most disciplined children…"

"We'll keep an eye on them anyway," Sokka smiled reassuringly. "Thanks, Wan Shi Tong!"

"It is I who thanks you. Truly."

Wan Shi Tong bowed towards them, stunning Azula with the gesture: he spread his wings after, taking flight across his Library anew.

The place truly was different compared to Azula's last visit: the whole place appeared brightened with knowledge, with renewal, with the promises fulfilled between the regal couple and the ancient spirit.

"So… what do you think?" Sokka smiled, throwing an arm around Azula's shoulders. Xin Long shook his head before pressing it against Sokka's chest, startling him. "H-hey! He's gone, no need to be scared anymore…"

"He's thanking you," Azula smiled, reaching over to stroke her dragon's fur. "For everything you've done for this place… and, of course, for successfully fending off the big owl, too."

"He'll never stop being unnerved by him, I'm sure," Sokka chuckled, hugging both Azula and Xin Long with each arm. "So… what section do you guys want to start with?"

"How about we find out if anyone has written stories about us yet?" Azula smirked. Sokka snorted. "I'm curious! There's bound to be so many outlandish tales about how on earth you and I wound up together…"

"I'm sure there's a lot of sordid, raunchy ones too…"

"Eh, well. Either we've already done those things, or it'll serve as useful research for the future, right?"

Sokka snorted and cackled: Azula's mischief never failed to delight him.

They took off together, meaning to explore the place on their terms, to enjoy themselves, keeping tabs on their kids while under the watchful supervision of the Preservers, who greeted Sokka respectfully: humanity had succeeded at reconnecting with its most ancient valuable knowledge, and they had finally learned the wisdom, as well as the discipline, to honor the vows that had finally built true peace between the imposing owl and humanity at large.

[welcometogrouchland]

I broadly think the majority of content you find in "X critical" tags tends to be a bit. Uh. Garbage in terms of legit media criticism, but I cannot overstate their importance in terms of being easily filterable for people who actually like X, and idk if it's the recent migrations from other social media platforms or (more likely) if I'm just having an off week and reading into things too much but like. Can we keep it going/bring it back??? If I have to see one more post about how ppl hate a certain thing in that certain things tag (where fans congregate to find content of the thing), with no filterable critical tag. I might actually kill ppl

[specshroom]

🪶 Bird hybrid thoughts

🪶 Bird hybrid lover who is very cranky and insecure when they start moulting. You reassure them by taking warm baths with them to soothe their itchy skin. You just listen to them grumble while running your hands through their wings to gently dislodge any loose feathers.

🪶 Parrot lover that can't stop preening and nuzzling you when they get closer to mating season.

🪶 Peacock men who are soooo pampered and spoilt. They expect to be lavished and admired and they usually are. Peacock man who adores and worships his comparatively plain looking peacock wife.

🪶 Vulture guys who are scary and mean. Definitely not the type you want to introduce to your parents. They're terrible teases and like to play with their prey.

🪶 Falcons who are very proud and powerful, they boast a huge wing span and lightning flight speeds. Usually very athletic types. Can be put under the himbo/herbo/thembo category.

🪶 Crow partner who looks super scary and mysterious but once you get to know them their actually a huge nerd and kinda goofy.

🪶 Very hyper hummingbird hybrids who are usually small and very energetic. Can't get them to stay still or on the ground for even a minute. They usually have a sweet tooth.

🪶 Seagull fishermen and tropical penguin surfer dudes.

🪶 Introverted owls who stick to themselves and like lazy mornings, lazy days and lazy nights. Can come off as cold and indifferent but they're just not very sociable.

🪶 Charming song birds who serenade their lovers with their beautiful voices and colourful feathers.

🪶 Doves being hopeless romantics. Dove couples are known for their annoying and dramatic pda.

🪶Tall and graceful crane hybrids. Very sophisticated and sometimes snobbish.

🪶 A human who patiently watches their hybrid bird boyfriend do a mating dance for them. While they don't fully understand it, they appreciate the effort and their lover appreciates their willingness to go along with his traditions.

[cupids-chamber]

𖤐 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . . reason he realized he wanted to be your forever . . .

Gender neutral reader | Dorm leaders . . . A valentines day special

★ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Riddle over complicated things quite a bit—well . . . in simple terms, he overexerted himself for an ideal image of perfection. As it was something he was taught and bred to sought after. He feels uneasy in many cases, he's not the best at reading to room all the time, and he even has a hard time responding to comfort or comforting people.

Which is why he was so surprised and overwhelmed by how laid back you were, it was as if he had met the opposite of himself in a sort of way. The way you seemed so careless and oblivious to possible negative outcomes of your risqué actions, all came as a foreign feeling to him.

Yet, he remembers being paired with you for a project of sorts once, and at the time he didn't know how to feel about you—he supposed he saw you as an unreachable figure, someone he wishes he was. . . However, one memory of that project stuck out, the day you both spent hours on end, well into the night chatting instead of doing your work. It started off with small talk in-between the project work, which turned into a debate of sorts. Then it became a full on conversation that seemed to refuse ending.

Riddle from then on often got into these hefty conversations with you, and he began to realize just how calm you made him . . . you eased his nerves. You made him feel just as free and laidback as he viewed you.

Until one day, late at night, on a call where you admitted some things that came as a shock. And his perception of you began to reform, he realized just how similar you both were. It was as if he was looking into a mirror of himself, yet the reflection was able to respond back to him and refute his current ideals.

He found you admirable, he found you a curious figure, one he'd love to know more about, one he'd love to know . . . one he'd love to call his.

★ 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

Vil, had always been an early bird, it was the best way to start the day in his mind. The earlier he wakes up, the more time he has to spend throughout the day. Sleeping late and waking up even later would ruin his complexion—and the very routine he thoroughly crafted over the years. Yet when he met you, he quickly discovered that you were the exact opposite of what he was.

You were a night owl, an insomniac. He struggles to try and get you to bed, he struggles to try and get you to sleep, too close those expressive eyes of yours and head into the vast world of dreams.

Yet as the days progressed, he couldn't help but stay up on call for you, passing his usual sleeping hours into much later hours just to hear the pleasant sound of your voice, the tired edge to it that he adores. He continuously consoled himself with the fact that he was just doing so to make sure you slept, but soon his schedule had shifted to fit your more irregular one.

And when you both moved in together, he began realizing the subtle shifts you made. How you'd sleep earlier, how you'd wake up around the time he would, how you'd always be ready to join him for breakfast no matter how cranky.

Perhaps that was what made him realize, that he'd prefer to see your face every morning, awake or asleep . . .

★ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀

It was rare for someone to be unafraid of Malleus, perhaps you were . . . stupid? Maybe dense . . . But he held no judgement, rather he was over the moon to be able to be close so to someone other then his small social group of Diasomnia students.

He adored quite a lot about you, the way you'd patiently listen to what he had to say, the way you'd treat him ever so casually compared to the former. He didn't want it to end, the soft lingering touches, the tone of your voice, the way your eyes seemed to express each detail of your emotions—the way your lips curved into an slightly unpleasant smile, when you greeted someone you disliked—He was very pleased to know he wasn't one of the latter.

He seemed to like almost every inch of you, to the point where he himself wasn't fully aware of how he felt . . . until he and you decided to go on a picnic, and he saw you smiling so brightly, and freely, the sun radiating off of your face—his heart began skipping a beat—and he realized that he wanted nothing more then that bright smile to be directed to him, always and forever.

★ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

Leona was a particularly laid back figure, watching you from afar as you did—what were you doing in the botanical garden anyways?, he questioned in the back of his head, still tired and groggy. You always came around at this time to the gardens, with seemingly no plan in your mind. Perhaps you enjoyed disturbing his sleep? As you always seemed to approach him with a smile.

Leona just doesn't seem to understand what you view your relationship as, possibly friends? Well he could care less. He doesn't find you amusing to say the least, coming into his hiding spaces and ruining his peaceful slumber. Usually by now he'd cause a scene, but for some reason the way you rambled on and on about your day didn't irritate him as much as he wanted it too . . . At least then he'd have an excuse to send you away.

Leona didn't like having you around, he made that quite abruptly clear. Yet the week you were away, he found himself eyeing you out of the crowd, and he surprisingly grew even more upset when he couldn't find you. He assumed you had matched his energy and decided to finally leave him alone.

And yet, he was upset.

It only came crashing down on him when he saw you again, after a week, you went on explaining you were sick—or something—he stopped listening a while ago . . . As the realization slowly creeped in, that he couldn't imagine, or rather didn't want to imagine another day without your stupid rambling.

★ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

Azul's crush on you seemingly formed from how giving you were, not expecting anything in return—well . . . actually it was when you offered him an water bottle because he looked dehydrated randomly out of no where and expected nothing in return, clearly you were designed for him—Floyd knocked him out of his train of thought.

Azul and you have been going out for an while, and he puts so much effort into his appearance—The amount of annoyed signs he had to deal with from both the tweels due to his lovesick behaviorisms is endless.

Yet none of the above was what resulted in him wanting to be with you forever . . . he did intend to marry you someday . . . but what stuck to him is how you always noticed—it surprised him, made him a bit afraid, but most of all it made him feel important and loved.

He loved the way you knew how he felt, the way you even accidently end up noticing the effort he put in, the way you always know what to say, the way that when he has something to say, you listen, the way you never judge his questionable actions . . . all of this made him realize that he wanted you . . . all of you . . .

★ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌

Kalim was a social butterfly, and you were an ambivert who was easily drained in social interactions. You were seemingly more anxious then usual, a bit trippy as you stepped out of one of those Scarabia grand parties. Starring at the ground as you settled down, surprisingly not caring for the dirt that would get on your outfit. The area of Scarabia was surprisingly clean.

And out of the corner of Kalim's eye, he spotted you, through the window, he assumed you were one of the many people who could use some encouragement to return back into the party—he's well aware many could grow anxious in such a crowded area. And though you've had your fair share of big crowds, he was correct this time around.

Yet when Kalim's eyes found yours outside, the tired sigh you let out, the way your hands gently pressed down on your temple in an attempt to calm down made him realize . . . that you were the one.

★ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

Idia always enjoyed playing games with you—spending time with you, you were a bit more tolerable then most people to say the least. He could even compare your company to that of Ortho's . . . well almost at the very least.

You were a comforting and refreshing presence, who always seemed to encourage healthier habits onto him, and for some odd reason he strived to garner some sort of acknowledgement or praise for him doing the things you wanted . . . even though most of them were basic needs like making sure he drank a certain amount of water, and took his medication . . . you always made it known that you were proud.

It was odd, slowly and effectively you had his routine changed, the changes started small until they were noticeable. He found himself going the extra mile for you . . . but what surprised him the most, was that you were also willing to go the extra mile for someone like him.

Forever is a long time, and originally he thought it would be just his little brother and him, but perhaps . . . no, he wanted you apart of it as well.

— 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

For Malleus's part, imagine your only friends being your siblings . . . haha . . . can't be me . . . (They're a decade younger then me)

For Kalim's part, you can't tell me he's not delusional, he seems like the type to see someone and decide, they're the one.

For Leona's part, tried sounding like him, I needed the slight asshole-ness to mix with the soft fluffy scenario.

I like my Azul with a small hint of delulu.

Might be a bit rushed in parts but I wrote this at 3am after going thru it . . .

Also, my blog was made on Valentines day so happy blog birthday to me!

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[sonicphobia0601]

Things that are a bad idea to give to Barnaby.

Caffeine: We all know that Barnaby has a ton of energy without caffeine aid. But I don't think the BBU community is ready for a caffeinated Barnaby. If what @shadowtoons showed is anything to go by, the world would definitely be screwed if he was given a Monster Energy drink. (Yes, I have asked what would happen if he had caffeine and their interpretation had me laughing)

Anything with a pulse: yes, it includes toys that have that gadget that simulates a heartbeat. According to the devs themselves, a heartbeat distresses him.

Music that has a heartbeat as a tempo (you know, the kind that has a heart monitor in the background or something): Refer to "anything with a pulse". He will get cranky.

Cheesecake: Don't. Just. Don't. He sees cheesecake the same way as I see Boston baked beans: gross. I dunno if it's a texture thing but it's just not a good idea.

Knives: Even a pocket knife is a bad idea. I refuse to elaborate.

Is this the face of an owl that needs coffee?

My answer? No. Absolutely not. Hell no. No to the nth degree. No times infinity. He doesn't need coffee. Have a nice day! (I gotta clean my room so won't be online much. My house is undergoing construction so shit has to be tidy!)

[autisticlilith]

Something that always struck me about this 'fight' is that it felt really one-sided. Not because the Raven Beast is bigger, but because she's also way more aggressive. We see throughout the show that Eda in her Owl Beast form acts mostly on instinct (and her inner beast, once she starts talking to it, seems to just be hungry or cranky most of the time). We don't get much insight into how Lilith copes with the curse (like none at all after this), so this is going to be a lot of inference.

Off the top, I would like to reiterate that Hayley Wong has repeatedly asked that nobody repost or edit her art without permission. I'm going to be referring to stuff from the boards in this post, so here's the link if you want to look for yourself.

So, in this episode, Eda and Lilith are both angry—specifically at Gwendolyn, and with good reason. They both end up turning into beasts due to a combination of that anger, stress, and the fact their mom thought she was "helping" by taking away their medication.

But here is where they differ. Eda was angry about the current situation: her mom refusing to respect her choices, and causing unnecessary harm to her all day. And Luz even joined in. As Eda says, she has a right to be upset, though I don't think she meant to lose control over the beast.

That's just what happens when she reaches her limit. And she knows her limits, she's been dealing with this curse for 30 years!

Meanwhile, Lilith has been dealing with the curse for... a few weeks, at most? Unless you count dealing with the guilt of cursing Eda as part of that. We see that she's quite unaware of the effects of the curse, as she experienced some symptoms for the first time this very day. She essentially gets told to take an elixir if she starts feeling stressed, and then is left in the house to stew in her guilt and insecurity all day.

Gwen's lukewarm greeting, and the realization that she's paid consistent visits to Eda over the years, is enough to send Lilith into a downward spiral. She starts stress-eating ice cream, and makes cruel comments about King's dad abandoning him (a clear case of projection, and I don't think he really internalizes it after this episode, but seriously that's no way to talk to your 8-year-old nephew), and unfortunately the only voice of reason around is Hooty. Well, he tried.

I want to note here that she doesn't cry. She mopes, she complains, she gets rude and cynical; these are all things we've seen her do before. But she doesn't allow herself to honestly express her feelings, her wants and needs. What's she gonna say? "Hey Mom, can you please pay attention to me?" You can't just ask for things like that. And she's a grown adult, she's more mature than this. She was the head of the Emperor's Coven, for Titan's sake. Didn't she get enough attention there to last a lifetime? And didn't she learn how to repress all her useless emotions and craft a perfect persona to hide behind until she could no longer tell the mask from her face?

She realizes she's indulged her worst thoughts a little too hard when the feathers start popping up, and goes to take an elixir and calm down...

And there are no elixirs.

And she panics. She has no coping strategies for this. She doesn't even know what's going to happen to her, only that it's going to be really, really bad.

It has to be terrifying, and painful... and maybe, just a little bit deserved? This is the fate she forced upon Eda, after all.

We don't see any signs that she damaged the house after she turned, unlike the havoc Eda caused back in The Intruder. King runs to get help, because Eda or Luz would know what to do better than he does, and Raven Beast Lilith seems to pursue him, but she's not after him. She goes after Eda directly. There is no distraction (King also notes that light glyphs had no effect on her), there is no behaviour that can be explained as animal instinct. There is a violent, visceral anger, and instead of addressing its source, she flies out there to take it out on Eda.

This is why I don't buy the interpretation that Gwen started favouring Eda only after the curse. By that point, Lilith was an older teenager almost out of the house, and it's completely reasonable for the parents to be focusing more on the younger kid with a new mysterious illness. I think Eda was always the favourite, or at least got more attention in ways that made Lilith feel overlooked. Part of it was that Eda got in trouble more, whereas Lilith was usually quiet and well-behaved, so everyone just decided that Eda needed more help (which she didn't necessarily want) and Lilith needed none. Lilith got very good at needing nothing. So good that instead of talking to her sister about their impending duel, she decided to curse her in the dead of night instead. And then to keep it a secret until she found a way to undo it, because she never wants to upset anyone or cause a scene. And then to give 30 years of her life to an evil man's crooked system for nothing—less than nothing, she's only going to realize later.

Lilith's breakdown isn't about the fact Gwen is paying attention to Eda again. That's just the trigger for a lifetime of repressed emotions bursting to the surface all at once, and it's been coming for a while.

The Owl Beast seems to be mostly defending herself. At a few points she tries to flee, but the Raven Beast catches her. The Raven Beast is malicious, with exaggerated expressions of rage and what can only be described as cruel glee when she inflicts pain. This seems to come out of nowhere... but only if you haven't been paying attention to Lilith.

We know what Lilith is like at her worst. It wasn't even that long ago she threatened Luz's life in order to capture Eda. All while convinced that she was doing the right thing. She doesn't even have that shield now. She doesn't have much of anything, really, except her sister who refused to leave her out in the cold even after everything she's done. And this is how she repays that trust...?

We also know that Lilith wasn't in control of her actions as the Raven Beast. But that doesn't mean the beast was just doing beast things. I believe it was acting directly on Lilith's intrusive thoughts. Hurting Eda was her greatest shame, and the idea that she could do it again is a constant fear that she has. Unlike Eda, who has long been seen by others as a monster and had to fight her internalized shame about it, Lilith considers herself a monster while everyone around her is unaware of her inner turmoil. She's afraid of herself; she thinks her feelings are ugly and violent and unmanageable. And so that's what they became.

There was a sequence in the storyboards that was cut from the episode, presumably for time, where Gwendolyn tries to use a beastkeeping spell in order to communicate with her beast-daughters. It proves completely ineffective, so she goes to plan B, which is just trying to talk to them like a normal person (also in the boards, Gwen summons firebees to lift roof tiles for her to walk on, which I'm glad got changed to the tiles themselves being flying creatures. it's less distracting). There was something really affecting about watching her try to do things her own way one last time before finally admitting that she's failed the both of them. It painted the picture of this whole family who never talk about anything that's difficult or painful.

Then the scene plays out the way it does: Gwen's words get through to Eda, and allow her to finally face the beast and have an important revelation about herself.

And Lilith? Well, for all the violence she just showed, she breaks down in tears the second she is shown loving care.

When they've changed back, her anger is gone. There is no sign of the monster; there is only a sad, lonely woman who hasn't allowed herself to cry in so long that she almost forgot how. But she's safe now, and she's seen, and she's allowed this healthy expression of emotion. She collapses in the arms of her mother and sister.

After this, Lilith and Gwen had an off-screen conversation, where Lilith admitted she was the one to curse Eda, and decided that she was going to move back home. I could write a whole other post on that first point, but we've reached the end of the episode. I think a major reason why Lilith wanted to stay with mom and dad instead of with Eda is because she's afraid of hurting Eda again. Any time the curse acts up, she becomes a danger to the people around her, but especially to Eda, because of how much of her energy and guilt and shame has been focused around Eda over the years. She needs some time away while she figures out how to deal with the curse, to recover and build up her own identity. And of course, to build the relationship with her parents that she needed as a kid. Better late than never.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Genshin Impact Agere ໒ ˚⁎

Hi ! Can you do a Kinich caregiver headcanon please? Have a nice day!

•Kinich doesn’t outwardly express affection through words but shows it through his actions. He quietly makes sure the regressor is always safe, especially in the wilds of Natlan or dangerous commissions. He stays nearby, watching over them with an intense, silent focus

•Given his logical nature, Kinich creates a consistent daily routine for the age regressor. Structure makes them feel safe, and Kinich is excellent at ensuring their day is calm, organized, and predictable. This includes set times for meals, rest, and play

•When his little one feels overwhelmed, Kinich doesn’t overreact or panic. Instead, he relax the situation calmly, providing grounding solutions like guiding them through slow breathing or distracting them with a simple task to regain focus. His steady nature keeps them feeling safe

•Despite his serious demeanor, Kinich would knows that the age regressor loves exploration, so he carefully picks safe, scenic locations in Natlan for them to visit. He’ll let them gather flowers or small treasures, always keeping a close eye on them without hovering too much

•Kinich would teaches the regressor about the world through simple games or fun activities. While they play, he slips in practical lessons, like identifying plants, reading Saurian tracks, or understanding survival tactics, subtly guiding them without overwhelming their regressions

•When his sweetheart is feeling particularly playful or energetic, Kinich will tailor a safe, scaled-down version of his extreme sports or hunting adventures for them. He’ll let them glide (under close supervision) or pretend to be a hunter tracking harmless animals like birds or lizards

•Rather than typical toys, Care Giver Kinich provides items that have practical purposes but are fun for the regressor. For example, he might give them a small pouch to store treasures, tools to build makeshift shelters, or lightweight, child-safe versions of his hunting gear

•Though he is not overly expressive, Kinich pays close attention to the regressor's emotional state. When they need comfort, he is the one to offer small gestures, like draping his cloak over them or sitting silently beside them, making his presence felt without overwhelming them with touch or words

•If the regressor has a bad dream or becomes upset, Kinich soothes them with practical, grounded methods. He might tell them stories of past adventures in a steady voice, give them a special rock he found, or show them how he carefully sharpens his weapons !

•Snack time is simple and efficient under Kinich’s care. He might gather fresh fruit, roasted nuts, or dried meats, always nutritious and energy-packed for their adventures. His attention to their needs means he has snacks ready the moment he senses they’re getting tired or cranky

•Kinich ensures the regressor is dressed in practical, comfortable clothing suited to their environment, making sure they are warm or cool as needed. He’s the type to adjust their scarf or cloak before they head out, even if he doesn’t say much while doing so

•Kinich helps the regressor feel confident by giving them small, meaningful responsibilities during their adventures. For example, he’ll let them decide the direction to take on a path or ask them to help spot Saurian tracks, praising their instincts without being overly affectionate

•When the regressor accomplishes something, Kinich won’t make a big deal out of it, but he’ll nod in approval or ruffle their hair lightly. This quiet recognition means the world to them, knowing that they’ve gained his respect without needing overt praise

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Please tell us more about baby Sillabub (when you have the time, of course)! :)

Sillabub was born tiny and frail - almost concerningly tiny. She was what Jellylorum refers to as an “day lark” - a touch too eager to open her eyes, dark like her father’s, to greet the dawn. And Sillabub is very much the morning where her sister is the night - awake before everyone else, but an easy night sleeper, compared to Jemima who is a night owl but cranky and difficult to wake in the morning.

She shot up very *very* quickly though, with her legs growing before the rest of her body could catch up. So you just had this kitten giraffe toddling around, tripping over her own paws, falling face first into the dirt, taller than Pounce even though he was older than her (and he *did not* appreciate that). She also had difficulty gaining weight, though she ate well enough, and was sick often.

Munkustrap was the one who came up with her name, after Jemima parroted that her baby sister was a "silly little devil" (guess which elder cat she heard that one from?) for constantly trying to crawl out of her bedding and escape (she ran her parents ragged - they had to be on rotation duty because Silly was *fast*).

(He had to clarify to Alonzo that it was a playful thing because his response was very much in line with: “I’m sorry - you named my kid after the devil?” - as Demeter laughed).

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Sillabub sees the cloudy colours around others' ears, just like 'mima can, but she can make no sense of them yet. She pulls her ears, trying to catch the clouds in her claws to look at, but they disappear before she can grasp them. Her sister tells her that she can use that to help cats - but that not every cat could or wanted to be helped.

Her mama gently rubs the flesh of her black ear between her paw pads, and Sillabub widens her eyes the same way she does when she talks with her. She tells her secrets, in not so many words, that Sillabub does not quite understand yet, but remembers. She spends most of her days curled at her side, in the dark, but she wants for nothing. She is fed, she is content; the world outside is a story and a game her mama likes to play with her - the world is far smaller than she thinks; mama tells her she holds it all between her paws, and kisses Sillabub, then Jemima.

Sillabub loves birds. Her papa takes her to watch them early in the morning when the world is still asleep, even though mama tells him he shouldn't, pointing to them and telling her to look in his rapid singsong way, with words he saves special for her and Jemima. Mir, mir, mir, she mewls back in clumsy imitation and he smiles at her. The word for little bird is long for such a tiny thing, Sillabub thinks, and the name he softly coos at her when she rubs her sleepy eyes sounds like "puppet". Papa promises her that when she gets big and stronger that he'll teach her to catch the birds, like a grown up cat. He'll teach her everything she needs to know, and somethings, he hopes, she won't. She’ll have everything she needs. She sits in the circle of his arms and listens and purrs, dozing back to sleep. When she wakes again, she's back home.

Sillabub is curious and "mischievous" , whatever that means. Dada sings to her while he keeps time on his morning watches, ensuring she doesn't fall from his back. He takes her to the pond in the afternoon, letting her dip her little paw in the sun warmed water to touch the rays of sunshine. He tells her about how something he calls "salmon" swims upstream (she's never seen one), and how there are millions and millions and millions of creatures that live in the water. But Sillabub is not one of them, he clarifies, licking her ears until they aren't clogged with pond water anymore. She gets her first collar after that - something to grab onto when two seconds is just enough, because she *is* still as slippery as a fish.

[afterthegreatunknown]

Hi!! Do you have any hcs about the Quagmire triplets? :))

Hello anon! I have headcanons for the Quagmires triplets, book-verse and Netflix show, being different continuities.

As I am in a Netflix ASOUE mood today, the headcanons about the Quagmires triplets headcanons are for the Netflix show. It's rather long, so it's going to go underneath the cut after Duncan's headcanons.

I do hope you enjoy my Netflix-based headcanons!

Duncan Quagmire

Alongside wanting to be a journalist, Duncan has a habit of writing down interesting history facts in his commonplace notebook.

Has terrible handwriting. Worse, Duncan sometimes eats when writing, so there’s food stains on a few pages that smudges his already messy handwriting.

As there is evidence of a low-key romance between Violet and Duncan in the books (very low-key), Duncan has a crush on Violet, thinking he’s subtle with it (he’s not).

Gets close to Hector during post-TVV. Duncan isn’t sure why, but he thinks it may be due to both of them being close on the verge of crying when they feel like it.

Even though he’s the oldest, Duncan is the timidest of his siblings, and would prefer to avoid any means of confrontation. Duncan stopping Carmelita bullying the Baudelaires was him taking assertive action for the first time.

While not really a night owl, Duncan can survive the day with only five hours of sleep without getting (too) cranky and snapping at someone.

Always likes to keep his hair short as well as neat. Duncan doesn’t mind long hair (he even grew it out once to match Quigley for an April Fools prank), but he personally thinks the long hair image is not for him, for he is neat and organized.

Would never think about using physical force in any way or form, even if the person probably deserves it; Duncan is a true pacifist.

Is not a swearer, because he doesn’t know many swears words/too polite.

Duncan has perfect vision (or at least better than Isadora’s vison). As such, he’s the first to spot Quigley at the ruins of Anwhistle Aquatic.

Isadora Quagmire

Alongside her interest in poetry, she has a love of cursive. Isadora can also copy other people handwriting. She can’t copy Duncan’s handwriting though.

Due to having long hair, Isadora likes to experiment with different hairstyles, usually with her mother’s help. The main style she likes the most is her default down look.

Isadora doesn’t like to use physical force, so more often than not Isadora will try insulting a person to their face. That said, Isadora almost throws a punch at Carmelita when the girl tried to bully Duncan and got him close to crying, but stop due to Duncan’s insisting

Is bi, like her namesake (Isadora Duncan). Isadora has crush on Klaus. For a while, she had a crush on Carmelita until the ��bullying Duncan’ incident made Isadora do a 180.

Isadora’s favorite meal of the day is breakfast. Her favorite type of breakfast food is pancakes (with fruit), so she’s always extra happy when it’s being served.

Definitely know some swear words. Isadora learns them all through tutors and visitors to the household who believed were swearing in private, when the reality is Isadora was eavesdropping on them.

While having a great relationship with her brothers, Isadora wishes that she has a sister she can talk to. There are things Duncan and Quigley will never understand completely.

Isadora likes to doodles random things in her commonplace notebook. As she is not the greatest artist, Isadora’s doodles sometimes look similar to cursive handwriting.

Isadora has a fear of heights, so her climbing up the Self-Sustaining Hot Air Mobile Home was super scary. Living in it is such, a challenge for her, but she managed.

Quigley Quagmire

Alongside his interest in cartography, Quigley has a minor interest in photography. He really likes to take photos of the night sky, especially if the moon is full.

Is a prankster, but only if he’s in the mood to cause trouble. He roped Duncan in the past for April Fools due to being identical to one another and has no regrets.

Despite being the youngest, Quigley is mistaken for the oldest because he’s much more assertive than Duncan, which creates the ‘oldest triplet’ impression.

Messy Eater™. At times, Quigley will eat with the wrong utensil or eat by hand if there are no utensil around for him to use.

Always has the wish to grow out his hair. It’s not like Quigley hates his short and neat hair, he just wants a look that reflects him being a messy and disorganized person. As such, Quigley post-Quagmire fire didn’t bother to cut his hair to live out his dream.

Is not only a light sleeper, but Quigley also has difficult falling to sleep. If he’s disturbed by any noise, it’s hard for him to go back to sleep with ease.

Quigley once tried taking accordion lessons, but dropped it because it was much more difficult than he imagined. Reading about Snicket made Quigley wish he continued it.

Honestly did not except himself to get a crush on Violet after knowing her for a few hours, but Quigley has no regrets with their implied first kiss.

Hates himself for looking inside the Sugar Bowl. He wished he never look inside it.

Quigley only knew Hector for a few minutes, but he 100% trusts the handyman.

[mister-eames]

hii! hope you are doing well! I know arthur doesn’t sleep and eames values his eight hours like a normal human being but who’s the night owl and who’s the morning bird in this relationship? I feel like Arthur is neither (lol) and eames is somehow both.. what you think?

I hope you are doing well also!!!! <3 Thank you for the ask --- one of my favourite tropes in the fandom is Arthur being a grumpy-guts in the morning, all slack and doe-eyed and cranky and mentally offline until he's had sustenance. I feel like it's very humanising and relatable to a character like Arthur who is always 'on', so alert, quick-on-his-feet. I just think it just lends a nice balance to his personality. Especially if Arthur does have some insomnia, or is just a light sleeper, and his sleep is extra valuable.

You're pretty spot on with Eames! He's both a night owl and a morning bird but can fall asleep anywhere if need be, even just a light, microsleep, asleep but still aware. I think it might have been @dingdangit who came up with Eames being the master of the dad nap? That to me is Eames to a T. Loves a full eight hours but if that doesn't happen, oh well. When he can truly let his guard down Eames is the epitome of falling asleep during a movie when he's alone or reading a book and has said "I'm just resting my eyes" more times than Arthur can count.

[sniigura-archive]

i know you and i like you anyway (2)

chapter 1

tw/cw: drugs implied, slight violence (against nathan), parentification, tell me if i missed smth

nathan prescott x reader ; warren graham x reader

pulling all nighters was part of warrens everyday routine. he wouldn’t sleep for 3 days straight, finishing some school project or movie marathon, only to pass out for the rest of the weekend.

currently it was 6:30 AM and he was on his way to the canteen, wanting nothing more than to grab something to eat. warren couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the new students, or more like one new student. he was beating himself up, because he forgot to exchange numbers or socials with you. how creepy would it be if he showed up at your room?

thankfully, for once the universe was on his side. once he entered the canteen he saw you. if this isn’t a sign from above. you stood infront of the menu, probably trying to decide what to get.

“oh hey! nice seeing you again. how’s it going?” warren skilfully approached you. having you as a friend would probably be good, especially against nathan. another plus was you being actually somewhat nice and cool.

you quickly turned around and looked at him, “..warren, right? i’m doing ok…do you have any recommendations?”

warren shifted from one foot to the other, “hmm, usually i just eat cereal. between us two,” warren shifted closer to you and whisperd loudly, “the food here isn’t so.. radical. if you’re up for it we could grab breakfast at the two whales diner. they got the best food in town!”

you giggled slightly at his antics, “uhh, yeah sure. why not?”

warren gave you a smile which was pure sunshine. oh no, he’s precious. “that’s great! lets go, i will drive.“

shit, ok, you can do that. you can make friends. even if the guy has a cute smile. and a cute face. and a cute personality. god, you’re weak.

you were more than thankful that your scholarships cover more than enough. you appreciated nothing more than the fact that you don’t have to work, and that all your school expense and free spending money have been taken care of. free canteen food is another perk you love. but going out to eat won`t kill your wallet, hopefully.

a feeling in your gut told you that a certain sean prescott has played a huge part in the money you got. your brother has gotten the same perks. lucky bastard.

it wasn’t even you who applied for this school, it was your family who applied everything for you. being away would be good for you. yeah, as if. your mind was constantly buzzing with worry over everyone. the countless dislikes, allergies, appointments and play dates ingrained onto your brain. walking with warren to the parking lot was at least calming you down somewhat.

“so…are you a fellow night owl?” warren asked.

“no, i’m boring. i go to sleep at 9:30 and wake up at like 5 am.” you grabbed the straps of your tote bag tighter, then looking into it to make sure you really have your wallet with you.

“damn! healthy. i wish that was me. i haven’t slept for a second yet.”

nodding along to his confession, you furrowed your brows, “are you sure you should drive? i can also drive, you know.”

warren rubbed at his neck nervously, “no! it’s alright, really. i like to think i’m a pretty decent driver…if you feel unsafe tho! you can drive, of course, or we can reschedule! no stress.”

“it’s cool. i’m starving anyways. if i don’t get anything to eat soon i will get cranky, and i will make it everyone else’s problem.”

chuckling at your words warren continued the conversation, “well, i don’t want to keep you waiting and starving!” you guys reached the parking lot. with big strides, because warren was a long stick, you reached his car. he opened the passenger side for you, dramatically bowing while doing so.

“your majesty.”

you couldn’t help laughing at him, “finally, someone treating me like i deserve it.” sitting down on the seat, warren also closed the door for you. he quickly sprinted over to the drivers seat, and sat down. checking all his mirrors, he started the car. the ride was filled with mindless chatter and questions from both sides.

“i grew up here in arcadia bay, my parents moved away tho. so now i stay in the dorms and can fully live the student life.”

“i’m from florida, i like to blame that on my craziness.”

“i’m an only child. i don’t know if i would like to have siblings, not having to share is great. but being constantly in the focus of my parents also sucks.”

“i’m the oldest. if oliver says he is the older one he’s lying. besides oliver i got another 5 younger siblings. 3 boys and 2 girls. yeah, i hate and love them all deeply.”

“i love watching movies, no matter how bad. same goes for video games. hey! if you’re up for it you can come over to my room and we can play a good ol round of mario kart, or whatever else you want. i can even lend you my flash drive, it has a hundred movies on it.”

“oh that would be very nice. i’m down for movie and game night. i do in my spare time..uhh.. baking and reading..yeah. sorry, once again i’m very boring.”

(who were you if not a substitute parent?)

warren, the angel, assured you that you’re pretty cool in his eyes, “you’re fucking badass, dude! i have never, ever seen anyone stand up to nathan like that. even victoria is sometimes scared of him. she tries not to show it, but i think it’s pretty obvious.”

“..what’s he like?”

“nathan? he’s a fucking bully, man. no offenes. you know, when we were younger he was actually someone everyone picked on. kill the rich kid! but, i don’t know. he changed even before this senior program.”

simply nodding at warrens words, you said, “he..well, he always had…a problem with his temper. it just got worse and worse. i don’t know. i wish i could have done more, but i can’t really break into his head and like, re wire it, you know?”

“yeah, dude, mental illness is a fickle thing. you were also just a kid. i don’t doubt for a second that his life isn’t always fun, but it’s not an excuse to treat others like shit.”

“agreed.”

warren took a turn and drove into a parking lot, “welcome to the best diner food you will ever eat!”

“i don’t think i have ever eaten actual diner food.”

“no way. you’re wayyy overdue.”

and with that you left the car and followed warren into the dinner. since it was pretty early into the morning, it was mostly empty. a police officer and a trucker sat at the front, but they paid you no mind. warren lead you to a booth in the back and you sat down. taking a look at the menu, you tried to decide what you wanted, “do you now have any recommendations?”

“everything, dude. i mean it when i say nothing disappoints here.”

a tired waitress approached, ready to take your oder. warren started, “i would have a coffee please, and the homestyle eggs and bacon, with toast.” she nodded along, while writing down the order. “i would like a hot chocolate and uhhh waffles, with a creamcheeese bagel. thank you.” the waitress left shortly, only to return with your drinks. while she was filling up warrens cup, the door rang and a group entered.

of course, because you are the luckiest person alive, the group consists of nathan, victoria, your brother and 3 strangers. 2 girls and one guy. out of habit and because you knew you needed it, you dumped 1 and a half sugar packs into your hot chocolate. you gave the rest to warren.

the group sat in a booth right beside yours. when you looked up, you could make direct eye contact with nathan. your brother sat besides nathan, he turned around and made the phone symbol with his hands, grinning at you. him being happy never meant anything good, you preferred him to be miserable, because then he didn’t get on your nerves. shaking your head at him, he started dramatically pouting. even going as far as clasping his hands together, in a begging way.

rolling your eyes, you took out your phone to actually check your messages. some where from your parents and siblings left behind, some how are yous and where is the vacuum cleaner, where’s my favourite t-shirt? you love do not disturb, it’s the only thing keeping you sane.

oli

RECIEVED: yo u wonnt believe whhat a lil birdy just told me

RECIEVED: hey

RECIEVED: hey

RECIEVED: yy

RECIEVED: ok i will tell u because u asked soooo nicely

RECIEVED: and since im ur fav siblin

RECIEVED: im ur fave right

RECIEVED: right???

RECIEVED: anyyways guess. whoo misses u and is like madly in luv with u

RECIEVED: nathen

RECIEVED: btw are we fraternal or identical twins i keep forgetting

SENT: are you stupid?

looking up from your phone you glared at oliver. and you could see and feel nathan starring at you. ok creepy. whatever. as long as he didn’t follow you, like into the bathroom you were good. you looked over to warren, who looked a bit worried. probably because it looks like nathan wants to rip his head off. warren for your own peace of mind, don’t turn around.

covering the most part of the text conversation with your hand, you showed warren the twin question, “sometimes i wish i was an only child.” you whispered, warren couldn’t help but start laughing, “that’s a joke, right?…right?” shaking your head slightly, you both giggled at the stupidity.

getting up from your seat, you excused yourself and left for the bathroom. you had to take a break, anymore starring from nathan and you were going to die. literally. sitting on the toilet, with the seat down, you scrolled mindlessly through your phone. trying to recharge as best as you could. while you looked at a post from your 16 year old brother, zooming in and tryign to figure out if that was a vodka bottle in the background, you heard the door open. ok that’s cool, other people use the bathroom. but the person didn’t enter a stall, but seemed to wait something out. or more like someone: you.

you couldn’t help but sigh, betting 20$ that it’s nathan out there. fucker. getting up, you flushed to at least make it somewhat believable that you’re a normal person who does not need to hide away during social interactions to avoid being overwhelmed. you can do things like, talk to people and make friends and be normal. totally.

leaving your stall of safety, you saw nathan. who would have thought. looking away from him, you went to the sink to wash your hands. hearing nathan scoff (from where does he get the audacity?) he walked towards you. deciding to ignore him, you didn’t spare him a glance.

“what? can’t even look at me? i’m trying to have an adult conversation here.” nathan said, spoken with the audacity only a rich, white guy could possess.

“are you messing with me? you’re the one trying to have an adult conversation? where was that energy when i was calling and texting you like crazy. only to have goddamn kristine tell me you don’t want to see me ever again! go to hell, prescott.” at your answer nathan nervously wen through his hair, this was going as bad as it could.

“fuck, i’m sorry, alright? i know i messed up. i didn’t…i never wanted to leave. my dad and then also my useless fucking psychiatrist, they just, they kept pushing and pushing. leaving you behind is my biggest regret. believe me.” nathan saw you thinking, alright, this is going to be his lucky day.

“then why did you never contact me? anywhere? i think you had enough time to regret your actions.” right nevermind, this was the worst day nathan ever lived through and he nearly died of an overdose, twice.

“i..i don’t know. i was scared. being rejected by you is the worst possible thing that could ever happen to me.” wow nathan, being so vulnerable. hopefully this tugged on your heartstrings, “i will give you anything you want. you want money? to beat me up? want me to hook you up? cmon, say it and you will get it. you want the moon, baby?”

at the mention of him giving you cash you actually looked low-key disgusted, “i don’t want your money, or anything else. and don’t call me baby. jesus, dude.”

nathan nodded, “forgive and forget?”

“yeah, forgiving and forgetting jesus style.”

“thank fuck. give me your number.” you handed your phone over to nathan, “hey, this won’t be like a thing where you’re too embarrassed to be seen with me, so we never interact in public, right? because i’m not about to be your secret or change myself to fit into your friend group.”

“don’t worry about it, most of them aren’t even my friends. only victoria and rachel are the only real ones. and you, of course. maybe oliver too. he’s realll fun to have around.” nathan handed you your phone back, and with that you were about to leave. before nathan could open the door, you called out to him.

“hey, nathan.”

as he was about to fully turn around towards you, you sucker punched him in the stomach. hard. his knees were bent while he leaned against the door, making him smaller than you. grabbing him by his jacket you pulled him up.

“you ever leave again, without saying goodbye, i will kill you. i mean it, nathan joshua prescott. i don’t care where you are in the world, i will find you and i will shove your camera so far up your ass that you will be coughing up pictures for the rest of your short and miserable life. do you understand?”

nathan nodded wildly at you. you slammed his head against the door, “speak up.”

“y..yes. i won’t leave, ever again. i.. i promise.” at his response you smiled at him and let him go. nathan straightened up, trying to ignore the pain in his stomach. one thing he forgot over the years is the fact that you’re simply terrifying. god, he will probably have a bruise.

your hand petted over his jacket and shirt, making sure he looked presentable and not like you just punched the soul out of his body, “even though i think you’re a dick, i still missed you.”

nathan mumbled out an “missed you too.” and with that you guys left, finally.

yes, you’re scary with possible hidden anger issues and a control freak who just punched him, but why was he so attracted to you? that was like the hottest thing that happened to him. it was also a good thing he was in therapy already.

walking back to your booth, you saw that oliver took over your place. he made eye contact with you, while taking his first sip of your hot chocolate. he made a face at the overly sweet taste, “yikes, i always forget you’re trying to invent a new type of diabetes with your sweet tooth. the fact that you still have teeth is a blessing, man.”

sitting down besides him, you took the mug from him. “go choke.”

“wow! so rude. who raised you? anyways, i was actually about to join you guys in the bathroom. i was scared you were going to kill him. did you punch him? please say yes, i made a bet with rachel. she said no one would dare to punch a prescott, but you’re like, insane. so i said you totally would.”

“congrats, you just won 20$.”

“ha! see! i told you!” oliver climbed over you, while stealing your bagel. rachel got 20$ out of her wallet, or more like frank did. sucker. nathan was back at his seat, actually looking content for once. victoria frowned at you, she then turned to nathan and whispered with him.

warren leaned towards to you, “did you actually punch him?” he whispered. you nodded while

taking a bite of your well deserved food. nothing beats grease and sugar. his teddy bear brown eyes widened at the information, “you’re actually my hero.” you laughed with a mouth full of food.

the rest of the time spent in the dinner was relatively quite. once you finished up, you paid and left with warren, who drove back to campus.

“man, if i could punch nathan i would be the happiest kid alive.”

“you actually have to let it go, dude. i have other personality traits, besides punching nathan. like, insulting him and being his number one bully.” warren chuckled at you, “you’re actually a badass. how do you do it?”

“uhh, i don’t fear most people so i just do whatever goes through my head. i also have never lost a fight and i think that’s doing horrible things to my ego.”

“so cool..”

once you reached your dorm doors, you exchanged numbers with warren and said your goodbyes, for now. he said he would show you around more, once he actually slept for a bit.

[todomemolesta18]

Oh perfect timing to drop my moxxie finally snaps and threaten blitzo and loona thing because I want him to not be the butt of the joke anymore and actually be a character

blitzo was doing his usual making of fun moxxie jokes but this time he was going to far today constantly throwing insults and jabs at him moxxie who was sitting across the table with millie with a very angry and annoyed expression

“ok sir that’s enough I’m not in the mood to hear your cruel jokes today”

blitzo was taken back at first but then a smirk slowly started to creep on his face

“Woah seems like somebody didn’t get PEG last night is that why your cranky today”

moxxie face changes into a disgusted look

millie looks at blitzo

“Blitz please leave him alone moxxie doesn’t want to deal with your jokes today-“

millie words gets cut off by loona

“Well maybe if he go on diet and lose a couple of pounds he would be more happy”

Blitzo starts to laugh

“hah! I agree with you he does looks like he’s getting FAT I’m surprised he can still wear his su”

moxxie slams the table

“ALRIGHT THATS ENOUGH!”

he pulls out his gun and points at blitzo

he jumps back with a shock expression

“m-moxxie what the hell do you think your doing!? get that gun away from my fac-“

Moxxie puts his gun closer to Blitzo face

“Shut up! I’m sick and tired of dealing with you and your daughter bullshit ever since I started working for you I been treated like crap the whole time you stalked me and my wife you threaten to RAPE us your ex girlfriend crew sexual assault me and to make things worst you ruined our anniversary date at Ozzie because you couldn’t give me goddamn peace for one special night!”

Blitzo looks down with a sad expression but then turns into anger and he looks at Moxxie

“Ptff you not gonna shoot me or loona you know why because you are a pussy and you don’t have the balls to pulled the tigger-“

BANG

the bullet missed one inch from his face hitting the wall

Moxxie moves his gun to loona face staring down at Blitzo

“You wanna say that again sir”

tears slowly falling down on blitzo face

“Moxxie p-please don’t killed my daughter PLEASE I’M SORRY DON’T HURT HER PLEASE”

Moxxie looks at him for a couple minutes he sighs and put his gun away and began to walk the door he turns around and gives Blitzo a cold stare

“You know what you and stolas are perfect for each because both of you are horrible people that only cares about your self and by the way I quit”

he slams the door and the room goes silent and Blitzo looks at millie

“millie… what the FUCK WAS THAT!? have your husband lost his goddamn mind!? he pointed a gun at me and loona and you let him do it! don’t you sit there say something!”

she looks at Blitzo and loona

“You know what everything Moxxie said about was true we have been dealing with your shit long enough ever since you started fucking that owl prince for the book you put me and my husband life in danger he doesn’t even bother to called us are actual names!… I quit to”

she gets up from the table and walks to the door

“FINE GO THEN ONCE YOU LEAVE THIS PLACE YOU AND MOXXIE CAN’T NEVER COME BACK I GAVE YOU TWO AN OPPORTUNITY TO BE SOMETHING BIG AND THIS HOW YOU TREAT ME?!”

millie looks back at him

“don’t feel to bad besides your stolas little plaything I’m pretty sure he will let you and loona stay in his mansion as long as you be his sex slave”

Slam

Soooo what did you think:D

I LOVE THISSSS 💕✨️

[max-nico]

I just wanna let you know that your writing is living rent free in my mind and is actively fueling my sonic obsession ♥️♥️♥️/pos

If you're still doing them do you have any headcanons for Knuckles Sonic and Shadow? (the blorbos)

AHHHHH thank you sm sm !!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

I'm unsure if you mean separate or as a team/working together so I'll try to squirrel in a little of both. I hope this is to your liking 🔥

As a team

I'm pretty sure any team with Sonic on it is just referred to as team Sonic ngl, I don't know what they would be called anyway? Just bc they have so many conflicting traits

They'd probably end up with something generic like team Force or smthn

They all have a music preference but don't mind the music the others listen to

They bond mostly by beating each other up. It's all in good fun. Kinda.

All three of them are quiet one on one but are nothing except overstimulating when together

Sharing Tails is actually the worst thing to ever happen to them, as well as Tails. They fight constantly. All the time.

They rarely ever actually say things that would cause emotional damage, and they're all horrible at apologizing, but they're all learning together. Since everyone understands hating emotional vulnerability so well they cut each other some slack

Normally only two people are fighting at the same time, allowing the other one to act as a mediator. Though, three-way fights aren't unheard-of, and they usually get over it after punching each other a bunch instead of talking through it

Shadow and Knuckles take great joy in teaming up against Sonic when he gets too cocky

Group costume except they all showed up as the same thing on accident and started brawling because of it

Argue like brothers. Everyone is tired of them. Everyone. However, when it comes down to it if you upset one of them you upset all of them. Especially if you upset Sonic, the other two have way less restraint than him. You will get jumped I fear

None of them keep track of anything. They lose things constantly. Important documents? Yeah they're gone. Why'd you even give them those? At this point it's your fault you know how they are. Shadow is the only one with an excuse (I headcanon Shadow still suffers from short term memory problems many years after his not-really death)

None of their sleep schedules line up. Ever. Someone is always running on empty and is cranky all day.

Separate

Sonic is an early bird and takes naps throughout the day. Shadow is a night owl and doesn't really need to sleep as much as the average person. Knuckles goes to sleep super super early and has the sleep schedule of an old man

Shadow spends a lot of time trying to figure out newer technology. Despite being the ultimate lifeform it just really doesn't come naturally to him

Knuckles is the same way except he doesn't care, and only really tries when Tails asks him to

Sonic ends up being shorter than most if not all his friends and is very salty about it

Sonic and Knuckles are audhd

Shadow is autistic OCD <- projecting

Shadow's house is covered in incense. Every room has one. They're all lavender scented.

Shadow hates change, Sonic has mixed feelings

Knuckles is a chronic headache haver. Like no wonder he's always in a bad mood, do you know how hard it is to get Advil when you live on a floating rock

It's okay, Knuckles has tons of natural/organic remedies for most sickness anyway

Sonic is really good at charades

Shadow is super sentimental and refuses to admit it, he has lots of old mementos that he simply refuses to acknowledge but can't bring himself to throw away

Knuckles is fluent in multiple dead languages

Sonic and Knuckles are both super into geography, one is way better than the other one at it but you can choose which is which lol

Knuckles likes grapes but can't stand any of the faux grape flavors of processed foods. He wants grape flavor not purple flavor.

On the same wavelength, he doesn't really f/w processed food in general. He spends most of his time foraging and making his own foods from scratch, most processed foods make him sick

[im-captain-basch]

What would be your voice fancasts for your version of Donkey Kong/Donkey Kong Country franchise?

Fun fact: the reason I never answered your DM to me with this question is mostly because I was trying to figure out who would be best for who, but also because I was trying to decide if I should make this a public thing or not, so thanks for helping make that choice. XD

I know this says fancasts for my version, but I went more of a "general voice headcanon" route for most of these. Some also have the actual fancasts, or at the very least the people I wouldn't be upset about having be the VAs even if the voice winds up different from what I hear in my head.

I could really only figure out the Kongs, so uh... Ye. Also, all the underlined names are linked to pages to see more of the stuff they've done!

DK: Mark Fischbach. Zero rhyme or reason, other than I spent a full year drawing practically nothing except DKC characters set to GMOD moments, mostly Markiplier's, so now it's all I hear. However, I would not be mad if Richard Yearwood reprises the role (or even Sterling Jarvis).

Diddy: Ben Schwartz. My Diddy is more teenager-adjacent than most people's probably is (around 14), and I'd be lying if I said my hyperfixation with DuckTales 2017 a couple years back didn't have anything to do with that.

Cranky: This one is surprisingly hard to pin down. Here recently I've been imagining him more with Keith David's voice, but in the past I've also imagined David Tennant, Bernard Cribbins, and Aron Tager (his VA in the cartoon), the latter two of whom have both sadly passed in the last couple of years. I'll also happily take Bill Farmer, tho. For me it all depends on the tone and other factors of the situation presented (eg, an AU, the actual game series, others' interpretations, etc).

Funky: Gotta still be Damon D'Olivera, his VA from the cartoon, but I wouldn't be against Phil LaMarr or Greg Eagles voicing him either.

Candy: I do not hate Joy Tanner's voice for her in the cartoon at all. In fact, like Funky, it's mostly all I can hear for her. If I had to choose someone else to fill the role, it'd probably be Jennifer Hale.

Dixie: I think I had the most trouble with her surprisingly. I didn't necessarily like or hate her voice in the cartoon, but I have to go with Mae Whitman on this one. I was thinking along the lines of how Amity from The Owl House sounds, if you wanna know the thought process.

Wrinkly: Wendie Malick is the only voice I've really actively pictured for my specific version of her. The second I heard the line "Wait---those are MY dumb kids!" in The Owl House, my brain has never let the idea drop. However, if there ever actually is a show version of the DKC series that included her, I would not be against Tress MacNeille being her VA.

Swanky: Will Arnett is just how I hear him by default (I blame DK Vine in part). IDK, similar reasons to Diddy in that it has to do with other fixations of mine colliding into my brain. However, here recently my brain has also been tickled by the idea of James Monroe Iglehart being his voice in a version of the show that actually uses him.

Kiddy: OK, so y'all know how my brain runs. Sadly, sometimes I forget about him. However, I feel like Dee Bradley Baker is a safe bet.

Lanky: Rob Paulsen. IDK, even his normal voice just works.

Tiny: Kristen Schaal, solely because sometimes there's moments of her that cross my mind that make me go "Oh that's Louise Belcher (or Mabel Pines) vibes."

Chunky: Of all the actors, voice or otherwise, I've dug through today to find voices for characters I otherwise couldn't picture... I'ma have to give Chunk the monk Richard Horvitz. It also helps that this is literally one of those VAs I grew up hearing, so I can imagine the role working well, although other VAs mentioned throughout this list could potentially also work well.

Originally the Kongs from the actual DKC series proper is all I was gonna do for now, because it's late and brain hurty, but y'all know me a little better than that. I've got at least two bonus people for y'all.

K. Rool: Similar to a couple of characters above, I'd love it if Benedict Campbell could reprise the role, as he's literally the only voice I've been able to hear for him for years. However, that being said, there are a few others I will accept in his place, being Mark Hamill; Keith David (mentioned above); Clancy Brown; and Alex Hirsch.

DK Jr.: You said it was a fancast for my version, so while I know some people think Junior and our DK are the same person, in this instance I don't. I've racked my brain for a while trying to figure out who I best hear as his voice, and I had songs from a certain Disney animated show playing on loop last night and anyway, long story short, Jeremy Jordan is the headcanon voice for my version of him.

[cupidsdescendant]

Some winter sniper fluff?

Like the s/o is a walking heater even in the winter so I just imagine him clinging to them like a koala, being cold overruled the embarrassment

omg sure <3 that's so cute! I miss requests so much, thanks anon!

Winter Sniper X Y/N (G/N) *✧･ﾟ

-Just like anon said Sniper comes to you for warmth, hugging you like a koala ^__^!! His face gets extremely flushed

-"I just got outta the cold! You think my face wouldn't be red?!" he says trying his best to scrunch his face to look less embarrassed. You feel his cold hands wrapped around your body and his fingers on your stomach. "Yeah right.."

-You always make him hot cocoa but when you tell him "it's hot" he never believes you

-until he burns his hands.

-You always tease this poor lad, for some reason as much as he layers up during the winter he's so cold for like no apparent reason!!

-He gets sick easily during this time and so he usually just lays in bed and eats the hot soup you made him until his cold is gone

-Cuddles 24/7- He gets super cranky if you leave him ;-; He just grunts and ignores you for the rest of the day

-His body might be ice cold when you don't cuddle or hug him but once you come back and spoon him from behind this man melts so quickly

-All his limbs and nerves just...loosen and he becomes jelly-like. The energy you radiate just allows him to become weak without any worry

-Gets jealous you play with snowballs with the rest of the mercs but he can't because of the weather

-You try to get him out by layering him in blankets and coats (he basically becomes this 6 foot layered blanket monster that can barely see anything)

-You make a hole in the middle for his face and you giggle at all the snowflakes that fall on his face

-when you kiss him on his cheek they disappear which makes him even more flushed. He cuddles you as you both watch the snow fall down

-"Aw c'mon Y/N you know I'll be freezing" "Mundy, please! Try it okay? It'd mean so much to me if you did~" You ask. Of course, asking like that he can't say no

-So even if he's getting frostbite he still will try to make an extravagant snowman! Or woman, or person-..

-Afterwards, you both go inside and lie on the floor next to the fireplace. You both are comfortable with the silence and so you both stay quiet as you both admire each other

-He holds you tightly and he whispers his sweet nothings in your ear <33

-You make him dance around in the hallways with the windows open to let all the little snow particles fall in! Hot enough to be enjoyable, cool enough to not get sweaty !!

-Because wintertime is such a cozy time Sniper is more open to things for some reason. He just has a habit of talking and be more considerate when you both are stuck in the house together

-He's usually the quiet one in the relationship but oh how he loves to talk your head off when you’re stuck inside with him

-talking about winter animals always cheers up his mood, his favorite are winter owls :3

That’s all I can think of right now, I’m tired.. sorry anon!!!! Have a good day!

[locatislunaticolupin]

Day Five: Midnight

Written for day five of @remadoramicrofics. 795 words. Also available on Ao3.

They didn't often see midnights with a little kid that dropped off at eight, but they managed, sometimes.

Some of them lacked flair: a trip to the loo that became hazardous when Teddy didn't pick up his toys or when some wretched creature —a cranky bat, an uptight owl— got lost in their cottage and flew straight at them, talons first, shiny and deadly (once, after such a night, Remus woke up to find Dora, who'd been unwilling to face the bat in the corridor without her wand at who-know-what-hour-of-the-morning, sleeping in the living room's sofa with a chair barricading the door).

Others were less funny, never brought up in a Christmas dinner to make people laugh. Those were the nights of the full moon, when time trundled on, each minute a win, midnight only one moment more, and they were the nights they woke up in cold sweat, a scream stuck behind their teeth, and they were the nights Dora brought her work home, case files and notes all over their tables and chairs and desks and night time novels.

Those days, they ate on the coffee table next to the books, Dora was the one to tuck Teddy in, and Remus was the one to tell him a story, even if it was Dora's turn. Afterward, when he went back to the living room, he saw her with her hands tugging her hair, scratching her shoulders, her arms, her hands, teeth gnashing, leg bouncing.

Remus carefully (tenderly) brushed her hands off her skin, kissed them, healed her scratches, made her tea.

"There's hot water in the kettle if you want more" (if you want some more warmth in your hands, some more kindness to your body, if you'd only be kind to yourself), he'd say.

Sometimes, Dora asked him for help: a fresh set of eyes, you were in the Order twice, Kingsley trusts you, damn it, Remus, I just need you to tell me I'm not insane, tell me this makes sense, tell me I can crack this case, because the cases that followed Dora home were gruesome (if they weren't, they wouldn't have followed her home, overlapped themselves on her family, squeezed tight around her heart) and, now and then, she needed something to remind her that life could be good and tender and warm.

Sometimes, Dora could be found in Teddy's room at three, four, five in the morning in a sleepless night, scared of approaching him lest she bring misfortune with her, checking his windows, closing his binds (sometimes, if she felt safe enough, she'd dare hold his hand, trace his brow with her finger, barely a butterfly's kiss on her son's skin, wand in hand).

Sometimes, (other times, other cases), Dora could be found in the master bedroom, sitting on Remus' side of the bed with a dog at her side and her hands buried in its fur, unwilling to let her husband out of her sight. She filled the silence with everything she planned to do when she next got free time, with her coworker's gossip, with her plans for their garden (maybe some roses?).

Remus let her talk while he changed and bathed and brushed his teeth, and filled in her silences with Teddy's adventures, with this interesting creature he's attempting to study, with the gossip the little old ladies of the nearby village brought to their doorstep when asking if they could borrow a cup of sugar. Then he'd join her on the bed, on what was usually her side, and she’d only lay down after he did. She'd pretend, sometimes, to sleep just so he would, his warmth so near and so dear.

Those nights, after he'd fallen asleep, she'd consider making herself a cup of tea, so she could watch over her husband the way she did on full moon nights, but she wouldn't because that would mean leaving him, even if it was only to get the tea bags, and she wouldn't, she couldn't. She'd fall asleep eventually, anyway, even if it was only after she'd heard the first birds chirping outside, and she'd only know it because she'd wake up to a gentle shake, to mugs of tea on her nightstand, to her files in her husband's hand.

"Explain them to me, alright?" he'd say, because being a professor had never really left him, and he'd sit next to her on the bed, all stubble and old flannel pyjamas and bedhead, and he'd hand her her mug (and it was awful, because he'd make her laugh, make her Tergeo her files, and she'd attempt to push him off the bed, a smug smile on his face, and she'd try to hide hers behind her hand, even if he knew it was there).