#guide her way home

[darkdemeter]

I think that Death normally calls Child S/O as his little tiny sister, but in private, when it’s just him and S/O and of course Dust and maybe even Crowfather, Death wouldn’t hesitate to let his walls down and fondly call S/O his daughter.

Cradled in the lock of his arms, he holds you secured. Under a darkened haven of midnight littered with blinking stars, the wind is as calm as the slow, laboured breath that enters and leaves his lungs.

Each rung of his heartbeat swells with a pride so profound he believes it will summon Harvester to render his chest apart. The innocence of your presence draws the dance of his usually hardened, pulsating gaze to soften, a gentle flicker of amber emitting from the sunken hollows of his mask.

You've finally fallen asleep with the uttered promise that he will be here when you wake up, that no monsters will come for you. He's the only one with you, having gone on this mission alone; but not without your resolve to venture with him.

Your stir ever so slightly in his arms and he shifts you accordingly, ensuring that you are comfortable. He notes fondly the features of peaceful rest on your features. No nightmares, no fears. Contentment. Trust.

In the dwellings of privacy, he treasures these moments between you both. They are tender to a level extreme, this encouraged notion of fatherhood creeps into the back of his mind. The father he never was. Never could have been.

Only a leader and a brother.

But now you give him, in these quiet recesses away from anyone else, this purpose to be that father. The guidance you need, the patriarch and protector of your little clan. Death was and is many things and though silently, he grows gentle with you. A warrior born and bred to be the imposing force of an unstoppable fiend of combat, a honed and skillful predator of the battlefield, a cold-blooded executioner.

But between the fading day in the field surrounded by a rolling pasture of flowers, given a fickle little stem that blooms brightly of colour; something he seldom lacks in his own contrast, you give him colour internally by the way you hug at his leg and plead for him to pick you up.

The way your voice is pitched with this adorable coo, bubbly laughter spilling from your throat out of sheer glee. These are the times he holds onto, the days he will come to miss when you eventually grow taller and smarter. When that innocence will fade from your eyes, instead replaced with the realisation that the world can be so colourless - and at most, by his hand. He hopes it won't fade. He cannot lose this light, not now.

You've so much to aspire for, plenty more to explore and wonder. Like any father, is it in his right to keep you like this forever, frozen in this pocket of time as to never lose you?

He dreads the day that you, his precious daughter, will come to wither like the flowers you gift to him. The cycle of life is constantly moving and time can be unfair. So he does all he can to save these wonderful and precious times with you.

When your big eyes finally peel open, slow and weary as you awaken with a small, cupping yawn, he bounces you. "Awake at last?"

"Yes, Dadda..."

"Very good."

Just in time for the sun to rise over the horizon, bleeding over the silhouette of a black landscape. A new day to dawn and a step closer to that awful day of losing you.

The Crowfather can wait for his presence that bit longer. He ignores the way that Dust flocks to his shoulder, cawing sharply in question.

He sees the tiny, tangible sign of a cheeky smile on your face. His head lowers until the brow of his mask meets the softer, rounder curve of your forehead and your small hands lift up to hold at his cheeks. Your fingers ever so slightly strain to pluck at the mask that conceals his face, but he makes no hesitation known that he dislikes the action.

He's rather keen to someday show you his face.

You whisper, "Daddy, how much you wov me?"

A single noted chuckle scratches in the back of his throat, sounding gruff and hacked. "Like any father for his daughter, my little petal."

Don't look at me like that, it all just came out onto the post like vomit!

[thealdersgateoffice]

Jackson Lamb and Catherine Standish: glances and gazes

Slow Horses | Season 3 🐌🐎

[narutothoughts]

Naruto au where a woman giving birth to a dead man’s child is considered bad luck so the child is killed upon birth.

So when the newly widowed fem!Naru is confronted with the traditions of the Uchiha clan what is she to do except flee for the sake of her child?

When she finally gets out of fire she can’t help but collapse at the base of a tree to rest in the forest. What she doesn’t expect is to wake up to a circle of dogs and white haired kids staring at her with wide eyes.

[mc-critical]

1.06 / 2.09 (33)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THE ORDER OF PALMS An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help. [BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]

One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames. Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn. It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms. Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest. When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath? It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks. She now travels the land in search of a purpose.

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.

[spotaus]

Thinking about Orchid and her connection to my take on Gender (because this was meant to be about her and the Crew but it just devolved into a character analysis kinda??? More trauma-dumping maybe???) This is very much an oc/personal rant so feel free to ignore it 🫡

So, Orchid started off as a character I didn't really think much of (hear me out this is going to be relevant) because I wanted to add a 'girl' character but didn't know what to *do* with her, y'know? She was always going to be the strongest one there, she had the odds stacked in her favor with her parents. She was always going to be the gloomy side-character to match Reset's energy. But I think she's gone through every stage of Generic Woman I could possibly find.

At first she was angry and abrasive (think Fell!Sans) where every other word was a curse and she was likely to throw the first punch then laugh as she kicks her enemy while they're down. This was when Reset was a cartoonishly self-centered villain whose goal was simply to prove others wrong. Then Orchid became a sort of sisterly figure. This was short-lived, but she was the one comforting people who Reset would torment, but would ultimately follow his orders, because at this point he was actually a danger and sadistic. And then there was the phase where the story mellowed out and she became the token Goth Girl who, yes she was strong, but was heavy on the 'whatever' energy. Then there was her Era of deep self-loathing and anxiety about her worth that held her back and made her a much more timid and meek character who would only lash out on occasion.

Now, Orchid is the best of those iterations I've written yet. She's calm, level-headed, and a natural leader. Her father raised those traits into her. But she's very reactive, and can be silly, and when she's comfortable it's likely that air of importance transforms into something more comfortable and familiar. She laughs loudly and grins wide, she likes loud video-games but loves to read in the quiet. She's extremely disciplined, and normally no one can get through her tough exterior besides her best friend, Reset. She does what she does for her own enjoyment, sure, but she's thought of every angle and makes her choice to help Reset and control the others with her whole chest. She still worries she won't live up to her invisible expectations, and that and her loyalty are her two driving forces.

I know that Orchid is important to me because she's the longest-running female oc I've had. I have a rough relationship with womanhood/girlhood and I know looking back that Orchid recieved every ounce of my distaste for being a woman that I could shovel into her. That never made her less of a character, she was actually always one of my favorites, and rarely was she a 'punching bag oc'. I just... projected onto her a lot. And she's a good sign of how I've learned who I am. I've decided that my own femininity is something I could live without. I'd rather not associate myself with it, and I'd like to leave it in my past, focusing on a future where I'm not tied down with any gender roles or expectations. That won't happen, but I've come to terms with it myself. Orchid though? I figured out through her that I don't have to hate women characters. My own distaste for my circumstances doesn't mean I have to push it onto my characters (on God I've never expressed anything rude to actual people, that'd be rude as hell and uncalled for, but I have a bad habit of disliking fictional women in media). So, Orchid is a well-roubded character finally. She has motivations abd goals and a *lot* more depth than I ever expected her to. She's happy with being a woman, she's content. She's not treated differently for it in unfair ways by those she cares about, so she doesn't mind it. She likes to wear pretty outfits and lets Reset add bows to her ribbons. She doesn't let being a woman hold her back in the slightest.

So, yeah. Orchid is one of my babies. If I ever leave this Fandom behind for good, she's one that's coming with (Ichor, Orchid, and Pretender all have human designs I can use elsewhere lol-) but in the meantime I'll just rotate her around in my brain for a while longer.

If I'm right, she's been with me for nearly 5-6 years and I went through a *lot* with her as an outlet. So, she's kinda just like an old stuffed animal. A lil ripped, matted fur, maybe a stain or two, but there's a story there and that makes it important beyond belief.

[mer-se]

cousin it in her element 🏰

[maegalkarven]

I'm thinking about Isobel who came back from the dead a hundred years later, who came back to the lands cursed and her father fallen into madness.

Who eminates a barely indistinguishable whiff of rot and Myrkul's power. Who was touched by the forces so repulsing she wishes she has never come back.

And who still has Moonmaiden's favor and her blessing.

Like by all means Selûne had every right to punish Isobel for her father's sins, esp considering what Isobel is, undeniably, the cause of Ketheric turning into the villain he became. Or rather, her death is.

Instead Selûne grants her enough power to battle the curse and create a small safe harbor amidst darkness. More power than the most have, as priest of Selune!Tav might comment.

Instead Selûne favors her, loves her.

Isobel is the indirect reason Aylin is enslaved and the lands are dying under the curse, and Selûne never turns her back on her.

Idk it just makes me emotional

[rxttenfish]

i keep having recurrent ideas of drawing aaravi using her wife as a token pool floaty/surfboard/life vest/jet ski and i never have gotten around to drawing it but. eventually. one day.

its one of the great benefits to having giant marine predator wife of course. that aaravi and her can have beach days where miranda just chills and hangs out at the surface of the water and aaravi can sit her drinks on top of her and lay on top of her and cling to her side when miranda threatens to swim them out to deeper water. excellent.

[aliki-is-an-hellenist]

Thank you Queen Hera and Lord Hermes for taking care of my mom and bringing her back home safely like I asked you.

[darkdemeter]

I HC that if Child Reader ever met Despair and Dust, well, obviously Despair is gonna protect our little baby cinnamon roll. But Dust? Might take a while but Dust will warm up to her faster than he did with Death! Cuddles, head pats, stroking feathers gently, etc! Though if Child S/O came back all bloodied and carry a demon head bc she wanted to feed poor Dust, Dust will love her…of course the Horsemen would freak out over her state, especially War and Strife.

GENTLE CREATURES GUIDE HER WAY HOME HEADCANONS

◤✘DARKSIDERS REQUESTS | CATALOGUE Despair and Dust with Female Child!Reader

✘ Despair is protecting you 100%. Who knew that this stampeding beast of decay and wallowing horrors had a soft side; just like his rider.

✘ Is like the Horse-dad of all the steeds, is always intrigued by what little you is doing and is guarding you constantly.

✘ (He may have gotten a little too protective once and given the other three a warning bite or kick to let them know to be wary of you when they were running around, chasing you and each other in the field...)

✘ Adores the tiny pats and kisses he receives, overall soaks in the attention and in turn he will push his head into your sternum and move his lipless gums to mimic giving you kisses back.

✘ As for Dust? This bird takes a bit of warming up to you. He's... skeptical. Aware of you, perhaps a little curious, but overall he'd rather sit at the hub of Death's shoulder and watch you.

✘ The occasional perching elsewhere has left him vulnerable to your curious prodding and attempted patting, to which he caws and fluffs out his feathers before taking flight.

✘ So how do you get Dust to like you? Simple. You feed him.

✘ It is the most bizarre state the Horsemen have seen you in as you come to part the towering length of grass, a demon's decaying head in your grasp. You tug at its horn with a small grunt and Dust immediately flutters down to ground level.

"Here you go, birdwie!" You push the head that bit more towards him and Dust startles with a fluffed out ruffle, cawing lowly before he begins to peck feverishly at his new meal. Dust companion acquired.

✘ "Baby! What happened to you?!" Strife exclaims, falling to his knees before you. War will almost run his worrisome brother over as he begins to check you over for any wounds.

✘ Death is better at hiding the extremities of his concern but that doesn't stop him from also fussing over you, flashing Fury a warning glare when she dares to say, "I just might take you bounty hunting with me next time, dear one." Still, as she washes the blood off you with a dampen cloth, she tells you to not go wandering off and getting yourself into trouble without them.

✘ This handful of encounters soon morphed into him hopping along after you when you helped pluck a thorn from his wing and then comforting him. That's when he came to be drawn into your presence.

✘ Dust is a cheeky af crow. He'd play ridiculous pranks on you just to stir you up and get you to pay attention to him. Death doesn't appreciate his eyes in the sky being even more lazy and preoccupied with you but what can he do?

✘ If Dust isn't perched on Death's shoulder or, you know, actually doing his job... he can be found by your side. He's taken quite a comfortable place either in your lap to receive his dose of attention and pats (he loves it when you scratch just under his beak).

✘ Rest assured, even if you think you're out of sight of the Horsemen and their equine counterparts; know that a pair of eyes watches you from the skies.

[ranger-kellyn]

look, i love ALL the avatar's equally. i think they all have a unique and fascinating story, and are all well-suited for the issues of their times. i can't pick a true favorite.

anyways, time to go plan out my fifth avatar fic where one of the primary settings is kyoshi island, and one of the characters connects with her spirit--

[ragsy]

MOTW NPC Rach Lombardi, Mark's toxic ex who got ripped to shreds by dogman and then whose revenant ghost latched onto someone else who was on their own dogman revenge quest (player character Tatara)

she's fun.

[black-rose-writings]

Dear Saints, I forgot how much I hate trying to write Alina.

Shit's not good for my mental health.

[needlenxggin]

just gonna drop some tags for his shippies uwu