#he was caring for his plants and being such a fox but with a dark and mysterious and tragic past

[roncheg]

I am eagerly watching Mysterious Lotus Casebook*o* so good!

idk what will the ending bring (nothing good, knowing Chinese dramas); but in my mind Di Feisheng (“gay as hell to have arch nemesis; what’s he arching? his back?”- meme personified) will always aggressively care for Li Lianhua (there probably will be threats of the snake pit at least twice a dayXDD)

[mallowmaenad]

6'3" Underweight Trans Girl With Eyebags whose wearing an Oversized Black Sweater: I recently remembered all of my past lives. Most of it was spent as various plant life and fungi in the same twenty foot radius in a forest by a rural interstate route until a robin ate the seed containing my soul and flew to another forest where I reincarnated as her child. I would then die a tragic death at a young age to a local fox where I'd live a long life as her kit and eventually die of old age, I then spent several generations as various plant life and fungi in that forest which was eventually destroyed by industry.

I was a tree during that time and my plant fibers were processed to manufacture paper used to make a sticker placed on an orange whose peel was placed in a compost bin, eventually leading me to the dark yet decadent life of a worm until I then eventually expired and awoke as a tomato plant in the care of a kindly older woman, it is that life whose memories I treasure the most.

She was a very skilled and warm woman, and many of my cycles afterwards were spent as my own kin in generations of tomato plants in a blink of an eye. One day she took me into her car in a pot, I remember how she spoke to me. At the time she had named me Reynolds, she had set into a trend of naming me after Hollywood actors she found attractive. It was the day before her daughter's birthday and I was to be her gift, I could not feel bittersweet about this a the time, because I was a tomato plant.

She buckled me into the back seat of a car as if I was a child of her own and drove down a rural interstate route, illuminating the black sea of the night sky with her headlights as the shadows seemed to drown out anything but us. A deer with bone wasting disease stood in the road like a grim reaper, white eyes shining as her aching foot tried to react in time on the break peddle.

The two embraced in a bloody collision, I remember the deer in its last moments weakly nibbling at her flesh as they both bled out in an agony they were ignorant to, I wilted and died in that car along with her and that deer, I do not know what the journey of my soul was like, but my next life was as a patch of semi-feral grass on the side of a similar road caught in the mouth of a possum eating a partially full discarded box of Wendy's fries who was then promptly turned into road kill, when the day was new a burly Appalachian man whose stern demeanor hid a soft heart would legally and cleanly collect the cadaver and break it down, using the remains for a meal some yuppies would find ghastly. This man was my father- or rather my father in this cycle of life.

I know in my heart of hearts that you were that old woman who nurtured me so many times as her beloved tomato plants, you had the rare privilege to live your life as an incinerator at a crematorium, but the march of technology and nut after bolt you grew broken, a death by a thousand cuts, a death by a thousand bodies. Your massive metal cadaver was melted down over time, the raw materials eventually finding itself to a factory that manufactured bullets, a life of darkness in a cardboard prison only to be shunted into a pistol's magazine... your entire existence is interesting, stretching the meaning of what it means to be eaten and to live. The meek 24 year old boy thought nobody would mourn him when he was gone, you lived as an amorphous patch of greenery ahead of his grave stone.

A curious thing would happen during a visit to this boy's grave, his childhood dog either in embarrassing coincidence or a moment of sentience began to dig at where the body was, being wrenched back as it began to desperately sink his teeth into the soil, ripping you asunder. Almost as divine penance, you lived your next life as a member of this dog's litter, you'd be named after the boy, despite being a girl. Maybe the dog was given some precognition and wanted to eat the boy and take his soul into its mouth to get her the life she always wanted. You were unfortunately born with a chronic condition that led you to a young death, the girl's mother crying just as hard after the vet put you down. You were buried lovingly in her back yard where you became a tomato plant, your same mother not being as much of a green thumb as mine but she devoured your fruits all the same, eventually giving birth to another meek boy after growing pregnant during the time when your last tomato was picked off your wilted stem. I have pursued you since that day with my whole body and spirit, one part unintentional one part in this moment of enlightenment. I love you, and I will love you for the rest of forever.

Trans girl who dropped out of high school to make Hello Kitty breakcore who has her girlfriend's dick in her mouth and is high as fuck right now: Waash dat?

Their shared girlfriend sitting across from them playing Wario Land Shake It on her modded Wii U: Was I the deer with bone wasting disease?

6'3" Underweight Trans Girl: ... Yeah...

[keldabekush]

It's Stone's turn at the deskwork tonight and he's a little bit glad about it. His feet hurt and he's sick of the way everything echos in the senate building - the ceilings are so high. He's loosening the fastening clip on his left boot under the desk and marking a file for review with his free hand when Marshal Commander Fox keys open the door.

Stone bashes his shoulder against the desk in his hurry to sit up straight. Fox is already strolling up to the desk and Stone has no time to say anything before he perches himself on the corner and pulls out a crinkly little package.

"Good evening Stone. Do you want a banana chip?"

"I...yeah?"

"Oh i wasn't talking to you. I was talking to her." Fox says, without pausing his careful scrutiny of the bag of dried banana chips

Stone says nothing, because he's confused and he doesn't want Marshal Commander Fox to know that he's confused him. He tries to subtly look behind him in case there is a "her" somehow peering through the window behind him, despite it being hundreds of feet above ground level.

He doesn't manage it before Fox holds out a banana chip to the wad of fabric that's been sitting on the corner of the shared desk since Stone sat down.

Stone is about to turn a devastating raised eyebrow in Commander Fox's direction when the little pile of fabric begins to move, and as he watches on in complete uncomprehension, a teeny tiny little pink hand reaches out and plants itself on the plastic desk top, and then a second, and whatever is in the fabric bag does a luxurious stretch.

Stone is holding his breath for some reason.

A little triangular head with quivering whiskers peeks out, and Commander Fox makes a noise Stone has never heard him make before, like a happy hum or a sort of short laugh.

The thing in the bag slips out into the open to take the banana chip from between his fingers - its a small rodent with four little paws and round ears, with a tidy coat of white and dark brown that makes it looks like it's wearing a little brown jacket with a hood. It eats neatly, holding the banana chip with both of its little pink hands and tucked into a tidy little crouch.

Stone remembers he's not breathed for a minute and does that while Marshal Commander Fox extends the smallest finger on his right hand and brushes the fur behind the thing's ears very gently.

"Sir." He says firmly.

"Stone." He doesnt look at him so Stone can't deploy The Eyebrow, so instead Stone makes his tone as flat as he can.

"Marshal Commander Fox, Sir. What is happening right now. This right here." Stone gestures to encircle the entire tiny scene, "what is this. Explain. Please."

The little creature is leaving tiny banana crumbs beside the Visit Coruscant! keyring Thorn kept on the desk.

"Commander Stone, this is Stone. She's our guest. Would you actually like a banana chip? They're pretty good."

Stone takes one from the bag Fox is holding out to him because its the easiest response. Its crunchy. It is pretty good, actually.

"Hullo, Stone." He says. He's probably asleep at the desk and he'll wake up and tell Thorn about this funny dream.

"She's here because its warmer in the office during the day and she was sounding a bit wheezy. And she likes sleeping when theres company around. Has she been sneezing?"

"No." He answers.

"Ah good. That's better isn't it, little'un?"

He's talking to the animal like it's a first cycle cadet.

"Do you want to hold her?"

What? Oh, that was aimed at him. Stone stares at the thing while Fox picks out another banana chip. It had finished the first treat and was washing its face and whiskers with its tiny paws.

"Sure."

Fox scoops it up like a handful of pudding and drops it into the crook of Stone's arm, and hands it another banana chip. It sits there, vibrating quietly and enjoying its treat while it leaves little banana crumbs on his elbow.

Stone extends the smallest finger of his free hand and smooths the fur between it’s ears. He looks up only after Commander Fox lowers the datapad that had been on the desk and grins at the holo image he's taken. He tucks it under his arm.

"No." Says Stone.

"Yes." Says Fox, plucking the fabric bag off the desk and arranging it into a nest in his palm. He holds out his free hand and makes a "give it here" motion, so Stone carefully transfers the tiny thing to his hand with the same tenderness he would show a live grenade. Fox attempts to tuck it into the nest, but it climbs up his cuirass to nestle up beside his neck instead and he just makes that weird noise again.

"Bye, Stone."

"Goodbye, Commander. Goodbye, Stone."

And like that the door closes behind them and Stone is alone in the office again, one boot unbuckled and the smell of banana in the air.

He wipes the crumbs off the desk and gets back to his forms.

[rosettasgraveyard]

Silly plant/nature/animal??? headcanons of the apple twins 💃 because as @signanothername said we need to make the connection to trees more prominent

So ima throw all my previous nature based headcanons in one post plus maybe more

Also off topic but can we get more fae/spirit based headcanons for them?? Like HELLO?

Okay first of all what i said in that one ask they can do photosynthesis, getting energy from the sun.

Swap sees dream in the sun frequently and killer sees nightmare in the sunroom a lot with other plants (he's photosynthesizing with other plants, such a cutie patootie)

They both really like nature, a lot. Nightmare has a room full of taxidermy with all kinds of animals, and books full of pressed flowers with their information. And the sunroom of course, where he takes care of his plants. (Plus the gigantic garden)

Dream visits a lot of places with animals, or just goes to the forest. I think he wouldn't press flowers but like, dry them you know, hanging them all across the house.

Nightmare saw a cat sitting in a tree once in a particular way and he now sits that way in trees to, sometimes throwing fruit at other people to annoy them, while dream prefers sitting at the trunk of the tree.

Nightmare has cat traits while dream has owl traits (i gave them the traits of the animal they are scared of/don't like 😌)

Nightmares eyelight changes based on his mood, like gets big when he's excited or 'hunting', is afraid or gets surprised (his tendrils tend to 'puff up' like a cats tail when hes afraid or is surprised too) and can see better in the dark.

Dreams eyelights are always dilated, he sees better in the dark too. He also tends to turn his whole head to look instead of just moving his eyelights. Also also he can turn his neck freakishly like an owl, not as much but pretty damn close. He looks fluffed up when scared somehow, his posture being one of a scared owl.

They both paw at stuff when they're curious or bored. Nightmare specifically does it to annoy others by pushing off their glasses from the table.

Both of them have something like hibernation, and go back to their home au to 'hibernate'. its one of those rare moments where they can be together without fighting. Even if they spend that time sleeping, they're still next to eachother.

Off topic

They also end up feeling sleepy and sluggish if there is too much negativity/positivity. The power feels good until it gets too much and their body makes them sleep to regulate.

Same thing happens when there is too little, but then its because they need to preserve energy

They both make the "mrrph?" Cat starting up noise when woken up.

off topic again 💃 But for me nightmare is always cold while dream is always warm. So nightmare is in the sun a lot more (also gets more energy that way AND warmth so its a win win) and he also wears a lot of layers and furs. The sun may not reach a lot of nightmare but the amount of time he spends in the sun makes up for it. Dream cant go in the sun for a long time without drinking a lot of water and wearing thin clothing or he straight up gets a heatstroke, he gets most of his energy sleeping. When they were younger they used to cuddle because their different temperatures would balance eachother out.

Back on topic, the twins pick up a lot of stuff from animals. Nightmares way of 'hunting" is very similair to how predator animals do it. While dream doesn't 'hunt' like nightmare does, when he just got out of stone he used to actually hunt animals because he wasn't used to grocery stores and all. He got a lot of fox themed nicknames from that.

They both make biscuits like cats do when sleepy or asleep. They also have razor sharp teeth, though you dont notice it unless they yawn or something. They frequently hurt their tongue because of how sharp their teeth are.

Off topic again but dream totally has hurt people and has thrown violent tantrums fresh out the statue, even if he didn't mean to. I'm talking earthquake making tantrums

Back on topic

They share some traits with dragons, like the hoarding piles of gold type thing. Thought i guess you could also see it as a crow thing 🤔 they really like shiny stuff and they both collect stuff. While dream collects more just general shiny stuff, might be a spoon or something, nightmare is more focused on luxury gems and real gold.

Also the nests, like i said nightmare is cold, always. His bed is giant with a bunch of pillows and blankets thrown around, he takes 10 minutes trying to untangle himself everytime he wakes up or just wants to get up.

Dreams sleeps on cold hard tile because, well, cold. Sometimes he sleeps with a pillow .

Nightmare doesn't like baths 1. because they make his 'goop' like actual goop and it staints fucking EVERYTHING after a bath. And 2. He has sensory issues, he hates the feeling of water and he hates the feeling of the 'goop' after a bath. He takes a bath once every while. he frequently has dust baths though. Like a chinchilla. Those are a lot more bearable for him, and they do the job.

Nightmare chased his own tendrils when he was six

Apple twins are disney princesses, animals gravitate towards them. They are also WAY more docile around them too

I think the fact that animals are naturally drawn to them also meant that before the village came the most they had of parents were themselves, and the wild animals of the forest. I think before the apple tree incident it was mostly predator animals that stayed around them. Why? Because they'd notice that these babies aren't able to defend themselves and they can do it for them.

So basically just imagine two tiny skeletons cuddling together while leaning on a giant ass mama bear surrounded by cubs

And i think because of that dream and nightmare have more animalistic behaviours then other monsters, especially dream when he first got out that stone prison.

He definitely wouldn't be able to understand others, so the only way he'd be able to communicate for a while would be sounds and gestures.

Also i think nightmare can particularly mimic the sounds of a baby animal calling out for mother or make those distress sounds. because that was the one defense he had before the incident.

I think if now he was injured to the point he cant do much anymore he definitely isn't above mimicking the sounds of a bear cub and having a giant animal defend him while he heals himself

I think after the apple incident prey animals are a lot nightmare a lot more then before, mostly because of those tendrils, they make great hiding places!

think both twins have a particular set of animals that are mostly around that twin

I have no idea how to word that but like

With dream you will mostly see birds, rabbits and more "cute" animals surrounding him. Foxes and others still sometimes come by but its mostly that group

With nightmare i think it's more horses and foxes, the more "elegant" and "mysterious" animals

Like he has definitely used a random horse as a back rest before when reading or something

I think that's it 🗣

[vodika-vibes]

Hi Vod'ika! Congratulations for the followers!

An idea au medieval + mystic au: the jedi are sorcerers, the sith idk warlocks and the kaminoans alchemists who made the clones as mythical "extint" beings (unicorns, dragons, basilisks, rocs, kelpies, thunderbirds, griffins, amphithere, cerberus, phoenixes cofcofnobodydiesinmydreamlandactuallyallarephoenixesaucofcof, pick your poison, etc). So much races there is NOT almost two clones of the same races and they have to teach themselves about their "tics", soul/mates, powers.

...Actually all this was coming to ask you something romantic diabetic angsty soulmatey loveyoubutdontwannahurtyou maybe smutty with some commander but. chop. I let myself happy in the chimerical knighty knights angsty tall dark handsome beings and its 5am I've been awake for more than 32 hours and I wanted to share the idea.

Immortal Flames

Summary: Your life has always been rather…normal. Average, even. You go to school, you go to your internship, you go home, and that’s it. The only thing special about you is how average you are. And yet, three years ago, you were kidnapped from your life by a Sorcerer who calls himself Sideous. And you’ve been his prisoner ever since. Luckily, you’re not alone here.

Pairing: Commander Thire x F!Reader

Word Count: 2407

Warnings: Spice, suggestive

Prompts: Mystic AU

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So I didn't follow your prompt to the letter, but I think I'm happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it too!

Over the last three years, you’ve learned how to view your cell as your home. When you first arrived, the room had a bed, a wardrobe, and an attached bathroom and that was it.

Since then, you’ve managed to gather things to make your cell more homey.

Books about the world that you live in now. Broken trinkets that you pulled from the trash and repaired to use as decoration. Maps of this new world. Some plants that had been tossed for not thriving, but seem to be doing well enough under your care.

You’re not happy.

You can’t even claim to be content.

But you’re okay.

Well, as okay as you can be seeing as you were kidnapped and enslaved by a sorcerer.

Absently, you flip through one of your many books. Carefully, because the pages are falling out, and have been since you found it, you flip to the section dedicated to the variety of magical creatures that are common.

Phoenixes, Dragons, Harpies, Selkies—

Creatures you never thought existed, and yet, over the last three years, you’ve met all of them.

In fact, you even work with some of them.

Marshal Commander Fox is a dragon, though he rarely takes his true form. He can’t due to the cold iron manacle wrapped around his wrist. He told you that it traps him in his human form.

Commander Thorn is a Selkie, or so he told you with a wry little smile. He also admitted that Palpatine stole his coat to keep him in his human form, claiming that his selkie form wasn’t useful enough.

Commander Stone is a Harpy. His wings are stunning, longer than you are tall (and while you’re no Amazonian, you’re not petite either), and the most stunning tawny color. Tragically, his wings are clipped on a bi-weekly basis so he can’t fly away.

You asked him, once, if having his wings clipped hurt, and he just smiled at you and tugged on your bangs, without answering.

Which, really, is an answer in and of itself.

And finally is Commander Thire, a phoenix. Like Fox, he’s stuck wearing a manacle keeping him from transforming. Unlike Fox, however, there are some aspects to Thire that are clearly magical.

Like his eyes, which alternate between vibrant orange and glittering gold, depending on his mood. And the way that he’s always warm.

You’re not ashamed to admit that you’re closer to Thire than you are to the others, largely because he doesn’t look at you with pity. Fox always looks guilty when he sees you, Thorn and Stone look at you like they’re at your funeral.

It doesn’t make for an easy friendship, to put it mildly.

You look up from your book when there’s a knock on your door, and then it swings open. A small smile lifts your lips when you see Thire standing in the doorway.

“Morning, cyar’ika,” He says cheerfully, his golden eyes shifting to a flickering orange color. 

“It’s not morning, Thire.” You reply as you close your book to slide it back into its place on the rough-looking shelf, and then get to your feet, “You just got stuck working nights, so your sense of time is skewed.”

“I prefer working nights, it means I don’t have to deal with anyone.” He steps into your home and shuts the door behind him. Absently he flips the lock.

After a year of your imprisonment here, you were allowed some modicum of freedom, in the sense that you are no longer locked in your cell at night, and you have the right to lock the door when you want to sleep.

You’re grateful for the privacy, even if everything else sucks.

Thire walks over to you, pausing only long enough to set his helmet on the table, and he slides his arms around you in a loose hug. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you slide your arms around his waist.

“How was your day, cyare?” He asks.

You press your cheek against his chest plate, able to feel the warmth of him even through the metal, and you shrug. “Uneventful, I guess. Dooku was here, and you know how exacting he is.”

Thire’s arms tighten around you slightly, “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Palpatine would never allow it, you know I’m his most prized possession.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in your voice, but you’re completely serious. Palpatine’s acquisition of you involved a, seemingly impossible, feat of magic.

After all, how else would he have been able to kidnap a college student from Manhattan, when Manhattan doesn’t exist in this world?

Thire sighs and you feel his lips press against the top of your head, “You’re not a possession.”

“He disagrees.”

“Yeah, well. Palpatine can take his opinion, and shove it up his—”

“Thire!”

You feel his chuckle, and he pulls away so he’s able to look at you. There’s something soft on his face, and, when he brings his hand up to cup your cheek, you lean into his touch.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask.

“Like what? This is how I always look at you.”

“Is not,”

“Is too.”

Slowly Thire leans in and bumps his forehead against yours, and his free hand moves to cradle your cheek as well.

“Thire?”

“I promise,” He murmurs, “I will get you out of this.”

You blink at him, honestly surprised, and then you sigh and press your hands over his, “I don’t want to go anywhere without you and the others, Thire.”

He sighs, and his breath fans across your face, “Cyare,”

“I have no idea how to survive in this world, Thire. I need you.”

His eyes close, and a laugh, almost helpless sounding, falls from him. “We have so many brothers who can help you. Who can take care of you—” He tries.

“No. I want you. Only you.”

You’re surprised when you see his eyes change color, speeding through a wide variety of colors before settling on a vibrant blue. Vaguely, you remember your old science teacher telling you that a blue flame is one of the hottest flames out there. 

“Thire? Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re eyes turned blue,”

He looks surprised for a moment, and then he lightly bumps his nose against yours, “That makes sense.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah,” His smile is still soft, “It does.” His thumbs smooth against your cheeks, and he scans your face for a moment, “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

Your face heats, and you avert your gaze shyly, “I’m not sure why, I’m just me.”

“Just you is just perfect.” Thire murmurs, he gently pulls your gaze back to him. Quickly, he glances at the clock sitting on the desk next to his helmet, and then he leans in and catches your lips in a soft, almost chaste, kiss. 

You lean into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as he breaks the kiss, and then dives right back in to kiss you again and again.

“Let me love you, cyare.”

And, really, how could you say anything other than yes?

Every touch of his hands against you is reverent. Thire slides your clothes off and drops them to the side, his gaze never leaving your face, as if he doesn’t want to see anything other than the look on your face.

When he drags his lips down your throat, he whispers how much he loves you, how much he wants you to be his.

When he lays you down in your bed and positions himself over you, and you thread your fingers through his hair to pull him closer, he kisses you as if he needs you to forget everything that isn’t him.

And when you’re both bare and he’s easing himself inside you, and you gasp out that you love him and never want to leave him, he smiles at you and threads your fingers with his own. 

He keeps himself flush against you, not leaving any space at all, as he breaks you down and remakes you, over and over.

At the end of the night, as he spills his release deep inside you, and gasps out his love for you against your lips, there’s a minor burning in your wrist, where yours is pressed against his.

The birth of your soul mark, a golden phoenix taking flight.

Thire has an identical mark on his wrist. And, even blissed out as he is, there’s no mistaking the look of guilt on his handsome face.

But before you can ask him what’s wrong, he kisses you and tells you that he loves you, and soothes you to sleep with the gentlest touch of his magic.

The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Thire’s voice, “I love you so much, cyare. And I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

Commander Wolffe has been having a bad time over the last five years.

First, there is the problem of the war. Second, there’s the fact that his twin, and several younger brothers, have vanished and no one knows where they are. Third, there’s the fact that there was a strange surge of magic three years ago that, apparently, still hasn’t caused anything.

Needless to say, Wolffe has been in a perpetual bad mood for a while now.

“Hm,” He glances at his General, a Wizard named Plo Koon, who seems to be watching the forest around them with no small amount of interest, “Commander, I think we are going to stop here.”

“Here? Why?” Wolffe asks. 

“I have a feeling that this is where we need to be.”

Honestly, Wolffe just wants to go home and see what, if anything, Cody has learned about Fox, but he’s not about to go against his General. “Fine. I’m going for a walk before I bite someone’s head off.”

“Of course, Commander.” General Koon replies kindly, before he turns to another one of his brothers, Comet, probably. Based on the minor sensation of static that makes his hair stand on end.

Wolffe shakes his head and heads into the forest, following the scent of fresh water. If nothing else, he can soak his sore feet in the water.

He slows to a stop as he approaches the lake.

A woman is kneeling next to the water, and though the water almost drowns out all noises, Wolffe can hear her sniffling and her muffled sobs.

He takes a step closer, his sharp gaze taking her in. 

Her feet are bare, though he can’t smell any blood, so she’s either been careful to avoid briars and rocks, or she hasn’t been out here long. Her skirt does have dust on it, but no mud, so she couldn’t have been out here for more than a night.

It rained two nights ago.

The wind shifts, blowing her scent right into his face, and Wolffe freezes. 

She smells like Thire and, more faintly, like Fox, Stone, and Thorn.

He moves to approach her but carelessly steps on a branch, causing it to snap under his boot, and she whirls around. Her eyes are wide with terror and rimmed red, and there are tear stains on her face.

She scrambles to her feet and backs away from him.

And Wolffe sees, clear as day, that if he lets her run off he’s never going to see his twin again.

“Wait! Wait, wait.” He holds his hands up, showing that he’s unarmed, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Now that she’s standing, Wolffe can see clear signs that she must have been a slave somewhere. That, or she was a hostage. It would explain her terror.

She takes a step back, her eyes darting from one side to the other.

Wolffe holds his hands out, and then slowly, without taking his eyes off her, tugs his helmet off. “My name is Wolffe, I think you know some of my brothers.”

Her lower lip wobbles and her tears return with a vengeance.

Kriff.

“It’s alright. Everything is going to be alright. I promise.” Wolffe says as he approaches her, and thankfully, this time, she doesn’t run.

Quickly, he ushers her back to the camp and all but shoves her on General Koon, who is much better equipped at dealing with emotional women, especially emotional, traumatized women, and he makes a tactical retreat.

Later, several hours later, after the woman was tended to, and was allowed to tell her story to General Koon, Wolffe returned to his General’s tent.

The woman is asleep on a spare cot, bundled up in several different blankets, with her soul mark clearly displayed on her wrist.

General Koon gazes at the slumbering woman for a moment, and then gently ushers Wolffe out of the tent. They say nothing for a time, and then General Koon looks at him, “Do you remember the burst of magic three years ago?”

“Of course. But it didn’t seem to do anything.”

“The magic brought her here, to this world.” General Koon says quietly, “She won’t tell me her name, but she said that she’ll tell us what she can about the man who kidnapped her.”

Wolffe is quiet for a moment, “And my brothers?”

“According to her, they’re being held together. She thinks that they worked together to get her out.”

“Why?”

General Koon is quiet for a moment, “Thire is a phoenix, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You saw the marking on her wrist.”

Wolffe exhales slowly. Her being Thire’s chosen soul mate would encourage them to help her escape. Only—

“She was crying.”

“Yes. Thire used magic to make her sleep and then smuggled her out. She’s rather upset about it. Enough that she won’t talk about it.”

“She’ll help us get them back?”

“I think that nothing would make her happier.” General Koon pauses for a moment, “I need you to send word to the Council. Tell them about what we found and what she’s willing to discuss with us.”

“Yes, sir.”

General Koon nods once, “I have to go back to watching over her. She’s been a slave for the last three years and isn’t from this world. She’s going to need help.”

Wolffe watches his General retreat into the tent, and then he turns to send word to Cody. For the first time in years, he has hope that he might see his twin again.

[teenietinytangerine]

THE TRUTH UNTOLD part 1. "lust at first sight." chapter 2.

prev > chapter 1 content disclaimer: smut, fingers play, f receiving, bath setting, overstimulation. pairing: gumiho!yoongi x oc (saein, a slayer from btvs universe) author's note: finallyyyyyy, this is so out of context for you guys, though i promise there's more history between them than meets the eye. I hope you like it, and if you do, don't hesitate to tell me, my asks are open!!

He opened the door and, when he turned back, half expecting to see her gone, the Slayer was removing her leather coat and setting it on the coach as she walked towards him, throwing him a what are we waiting for look and passed in front of him inside.

He had led them into the bathroom, but it wasn't any bathroom. The sun in its dying hours was coating through the large windows a washroom made of wood and dark stones, with the bath as its center piece surrounded by plants and multicolored vials that she had no desire to figure out what was inside. She also spot a pile of silky clothes neatly folded by the sink. The fox truly made this house his, uh. She would almost feel bad about making him leave if she hadn't know the real owner, and the few horrors enacted to terrorize poor onlookers so he could keep it out of sight.

Out of nowhere, water began flowing into the bath and steam spiraled up in the air. Saein shot him a look. "That's your ritual?"

"Don't you clean your food?" His tone was irritably too innocent about it. With another flick of the wrist, the wooden curtains gently fell and the candles lit to compensate for the loss of the light. "So you want me to take a bath?" His hands gripped her hips from behind and his index teased under her tee-shirt, leaving goose bumps on her flesh. He leaned. "You spend your nights chasing cadavres in cemeteries, can you blame me?" "Alright now,  that's part of the whole schtick, it doesn't mean I'm not familiar with soap and-" Her protestation was blown out like a candle flame as he placed a chaste kiss below her ear, and profited from her confusion to remove the piece of coton out of her, leaving her bra as the sole protector of her bust.

She tried to turn around, avid to dive in the dance but he held her in place. "Don't. Let me." His voice had changed, deeper, authoritative, as if the mask of the Man was fissuring, and something else was echoing.

His digits were tracing thoughtless patterns on her neck, her shoulders, her back, while she was biting her lip down, fighting every instinct to stay put, to let him play with her, ravaging her with the most innocuous motions while every fiber of her being were screaming for permission to pin him on the floor. A silent sigh when he suddenly undid her denim button and the baggy jeans dropped to her ankles. She felt him so close behind her but he was careful to never let his body brush her more than a few seconds, here and there, only in the most benign parts of her, while he was removing every single pieces of clothing on her, always gently pushing her away when she was trying to speed up the process, and leading her inside the bath at the same time.

By the time she sank in, Saein was losing the threads of her thoughts in the sensitive mess he had made of her skin, and the heated water over her millions of pins and needles felt like an healing balm. So distracted by the relief, she only heard him shuffle something in her back and before she could glance back at him, he had removed his drapery robe and freed his arms but nothing more.

In her bubbles, she was starkly naked while he stood dry and fully dressed, sitting himself down by the edge of the bath as a smile was floating on his lips, absorbed in his admiration. Still, some part of him was waiting for her to stand up, throw a punch at him and leave, but there she was, the mighty Slayer, her eyes coated with a hazy nitescence and her jet hair swaying in the wake of the waves. Beautiful.

"How you feeling?"

"Hm, warm." She pulled on his shirt. "Come." With care, he removed her fingers to interlace theirs and, with an embrace, brought her easily closer to him, keeping her back against the edge of the bath and therefore removing himself from her vision and yet invading her space, his mouth straying right by her ear. "No, thank you. I like the view from here better."

Out of thin air, Yoongi pulled a sponge already foaming and began bathing her, washing properly her arms, her feet, her thighs, brushing innocently over her chest, hovering prudishly between her legs... When she strayed too far ahead in the water, the gumiho had to bend over to bring her back with a firm pull.

"Hajima", he murmured to her ear and the sensation of his breath sent a pulse in her belly. "Stop teasing me, then." She could hear him hold back a chuckle. "Already?" He was worse than a cat with a mouse, the anticipation was killing her. "Alright, then." And he took a nibble at her earlobe while his hand abandoned the sponge to travel with purpose on her breasts. He readjusted himself to be able to see the way his palm cupped under her flesh, how her nipples reacted to his touch and how her breathing grew deeper. His thumb was exploring her sensitivities, circling with precision and mirroring on the other, wondering how they would feel between his teeth... Focus.

Every tremor of hers was improving his aim and soon she came to regret the time he only teased for now he seemed to only care about finding the most sensible inches of her. Through his fingertips, the nine-tailed fox could sense the wave of pleasure rising in her, a slow churning he was spurring, only when it reached the tide he craved for that one of his hand slip along her skin all the way down to the warmth of her intimacy and let the surge build.  

She held back a gasp as he began exploring, gently wondering around at the rhythm of her twitches, stroking her piano keys and figuring out her harmony. It's only when she dropped her head back on his shoulder with a contained groan that he noticed something was off and froze.

"Are you holding back your voice?"

"Uh? aniyo,"

He scoffed, she was not even trying to lie properly. "You are, and you're trying to come fast!" The Gumiho couldn't tell if he was outraged or amused. "I thought you wanted to feed me, what kind of lukewarm meal is that?" Ceasing coldly all his movements, leaving her oh so lonely, "Don't-" She stopped herself. Since his assaults had taken hold of her, this was her first chance to properly breathe among the steam that was now completely enveloping them. "Maybe, I'm just not the loud type" Shameless, the huntress that had made herself a willing prey wouldn't even turn her head to see the disapproving face of a man that was not buying any of that bullshit. "Oh, really?" Thank goodness she could not the glint that had lit up in his pupils. Without warning, his fingers took back hold of what they had abandoned and, neglecting the gentleness they had showed previously, ferociously threw her back into such a tidal wave that he nearly defeated her right here and there and a moan escaped her lips and fell with the taste of candy into his ear. "Sorry, what was that?" That lil bastard ..

But he doesn't gloat further, he knows he opened the gates he meant to open and Saein showed no signs, despite her annoyance, to close them again, getting louder and louder as his fingers slipped deeper and deeper, with an expert cadence and making her forget why she ever felt embarrassed, or even where she was.

Her toes curled, the tsunami announcing in her now reflected in her unrest body making their own real waves. She reached for the bathtub for support but instead found the back of his hair. Getting the silent message, with a kiss in the nook of her neck, he kept her pinned against the tub with one hand on her stomach while the other was bringing her closer and closer to the edge, but knowing when to slow down to only push her further, scaring her with the height and the desperation for it she was reaching. The faster her heart beat, the higher the wave was building in her, the more energy was pulsing from her to him, clouding his judgment and restraint. The kiss on her neck turned into frenzied licks, his tongue tasting the salt of her skin. Feeding through the touch of his fingers felt like slurping a fine wine, but it was through his mouth the Gumiho truly felt the whole meal, and the hunger being satisfied.

Another va-et-viens and -

"I'm there, I'm there!"

Her toes curled, every fiber of her being tensed as the pleasure flooded in and out of her. He barely slowed down for a minute, letting them both ride it, until he felt her hand try to push his away, but he held on. "Not yet. More." He groaned, that bass in his voice more guttural than ever. His movements picked up and the Slayer that wasn't even properly done riding her first orgasm, nearly squeaked as the second came on the horizon. Softly, this time, he coddled her "You can go further," but his velvety tones did not align with the manner in which he was ravaging her clit with his thumb while the index and major were arching in her without mercy. She kicked the water and cursed his name in unspeakable languages. Yet, it took no time at all for another tsunami that made the first one pale in comparison took her in an interminable spiral, as he was guiding her through it, driving her through the surges until, little by little, they became ripples.

Then only, he withdrew, as well as his grip on her and let her slip down further in the water... Only to immediately catch her again when he noticed she was slipping down too fast and too low. "Oi careful there."

Her eyes rolled back.

"... damn..."

It was so hot in there, so hot and her heart was pounding so hard in her ribcage it was the only thing she could hear. She was on the brink of passing out

 And yet it felt like heaven. A steamy heaven.  

He laid her back up in the bath, more securely, and after making sure she was holding her own, he let go of her to lean back on the edge, his chin in his palm, watching her come back to earth, fascinated. If he was honest, he also felt a little more light-headed, distracted, (aroused), than he had expected but he put it on the account of not having this kind of full meal in quite a long time. He was just out of practice.

She was watching him too, in a haze. He hadn't let her sneak more than a peek of his face while he was playing with her and now there he was, almost glowing in the steam, a look of pure satisfaction on his fine lines. Her gaze fell on his milky skin, the sharp shape of his eyebrows, the round curve of his nose, and then longed on his lips, his full, enticing, slightly apart lips, ready for reaping. "Pretty."

She didn't realize she had been moving, nor did he understand her intentions until, with barely a touch, with the softest of collision, her lips locked themselves with his. His eyes widened as hers close shut, impervious. A smile of hers broke it. "That was nice"  

Taken aback, the mythical creature blinked.

He would have stayed there, frozen, if she hadn't almost slipped down in the bath again in her attempt to return to her previous position, before he caught back her arm, and his senses.

"Alright, time for a nap." And with a swift movement, he got her out of the bath and into his arms, grabbing a towel he snuggled her into, and led her out to the bed.

EPILOGUE

He sat  her on the mattress, handing her an old tee-shirt, as she mumbled.

"I'm not sleepy."

"Your eyes are still close."

Crunching her nose, she opened, with difficulty, her eyes and slipped into the white tee. As he was about to leave, she said "How about you?"

"What about me?" She reached for the rim of his pants to turn the fox to her.

"Don't you want me to take care of you?" The cocky smile he drew on his face was not quite as confident as he would want it to be, still rattled by earlier.

He gently removed her hand and, holding her shoulders, laid her down forcibly on the bed. "It's your pleasure that feeds me, not mine. So... I need you rested, and comfortable, and happy. Sleep, I'm begging you."

Nobody could deny the exhaustion that had taken over her, not even her when she could scarcely get back up now that she felt the softness of the comforter. Still, she grabbed his shirt before he could back away.

"But it still feels good, right?"

This time, he almost laughed. "I guess it's not too bad."

Now, her smile, that was a cocky smile. She pulled, and he suddenly remembered her strength as he nearly smashed into her if he hadn't caught himself with an elbow, inches away from her face.

"I'll sleep, if you sleep."

"I don't-" But every protestation died in his throat as she was already rolling and pulling his arm around her waist, finally letting herself sink into a pillow and in rest. I guess i could use a nap. Giving up, the Gomiho made himself comfortable and soon slipped into Morpheus arms.

[worthyprnce]

I need to read more of merlin characters' modern pets omg pls

ask and you shall receive! here's a part 2 of merlin characters' pets!

cw: snakes, bugs and spiders

hunith — to me, Hunith is that cat lady that everyone loves. she's like the kind of cartoon that makes delicious pies every afternoon and spends time knitting while having one or two cats sleeping and purring on her lap. but I also see her as someone who would live on a farm/in the countryside. so I also see her taking care of a couple of cows, sheep or goats, chickens, pigs, a horse and also a dog to act as a guard. she's living my dream, basically. I spent a good part of my childhood with my grandmother, who lived exactly like that, minus the cat part, and I KNOW that merlin would have the best childhood ever, growing up surrounded by nature, animals, helping his mother take care of the animals and oh… what a dream. I know it might be a bit heavy for her, so let's imagine that Balinor never left and he takes care of the farm too. will, his neighbor, also shows up to help.

gaius — I'm sure Gaius would have birds. talking birds, specifically, like a parakeet or a parrot, so he can fill the silence by talking to them and occasionally even getting into arguments. the birds are always ruining his stuff, his furniture, his decorative objects, his plants, everything. so it's very common to hear him arguing with the poor talking bastards. but be careful, they will curse. a lot. gaius won't admit it, but he's the one who taught them some pretty bad words (merlin too, he has so much fun teaching them new words to give gaius a little scare). but I don't think he'd be content with just a pair of birds, so I can also see him owning a hungarian puli.

morgause — snakes!!!! I was going to give morgana snakes too, but I was afraid it would sound repetitive or too cliché, especially since I can see her with the animals I gave her in part 1, but there's no way. morgause would definitely have snakes, and probably more than one. pretty little snakes that match her aesthetic (and makes everyone a little bit uncomfortable

cenred — I just said I didn't want to be repetitive, but anyway. snakes again. I can definitely see cenred owning dogs like a doberman or rottweiler, maybe even a cane corso. but he gives me a lot of "black snakes" vibes, I don't know. I guess you guys can choose what you prefer, the snakes, very black and dark, or the dogs.

mithian — I'm sure everyone who sees Mithian thinks she has a small dog or a cat, a small, delicate animal, but no. she has a huge great dane. as someone who has lived with one for a while, I know that they are really just silly, playful giants and get people scared because of their size. but they are great companions, and I feel that mithian, being also someone with a great sense of humor and an appearance that can be deceiving, I feel that he would be the perfect pet for her.

daegal — bug boy. rat boy. that's how i see daegal, in the most adorable way possible, btw. he's the kind of kid who grew up collecting bugs and is completely fascinated by them, as well as spiders and rats. nowadays he has several habitats with different species of bugs, and he gives special treatment to his spiders. and he takes all the care in the world for his little mice, they are like children to him.

alice — alice is so cute. she gives me a city granny vibe. so I can only see her with a cute cocker spaniel or a fox terrier, actually. and a persian cat. merlin likes to tease gaius by saying that alice's cat looks like him because of his funny and annoyed face (and alice agrees).

[lilisouless]

sorry, i know you are sick of my self promo already but i am still copping, i am not feeling okay like the rest of the world

Chapter 1.

Alina peppersprays Mal´s face

Alina drives a tied up Mal and threatens him with a taser

Chapter 2

Kaz steals Alina´s car keys

Genya, affectionately, calls Mal a cheap whore

Morozov almost rolls over Alina with his car

Chapter 3

Alina takes tea with Colm

Mal ask Alina to a "no date" and says goodbye before forgeting he never asked where she is staying

Morozov reveals his magic to Alina, who runs away the second the turns his back

Chapter 4

Alina believes she must be on a prank or gasligthing tv show , so she asks Mal to take off his shirt to search for a mic, then quickly stops him cause "i am not giving those pigs some fanservice material"

Mal licks a piece of a statue to prove what material it´s make off

Alina makes a list of the citizens she met-the characters they may be playing and Kaz´s section is:

- Karl Baz Klark Vanz    Kaz (written by Mal)- unknown (altought he might be Shrek) 

Chapter 5

Alina and Mal break into Kaz & Zoya´s house, they are busted because they took two candies from a jar and Zoya has them counted

In Kaz´s room, they find a note in a drawer while he is absent: ”Looking throught my stuff, Miss Starvoka,That´s a dissapointment, i was expecting better from you PS: If Oretsev is with you, tell him that from him i didn't expect better"

They find a wand that turns out to be a bubble bottle in Kaz´s hiddings

Chapter 6

(Simplified) Morozov: And Alina, this is very important, don't say a word of this to Mal (cut) Mal: not a word to Mal?!

Mal chases a fox that has Alina´s keys on it´s mouth

Mal encounters Baghra being the bitchy old lady she is (aka he gets insulted and hit with a cane a lot)

Chapter 7

Alina has lunch with Ohval but she fears the food is poisoned so she has to throw it in plants or under her shirt

Mal throws himself in the fountain and cuts his pants into shorts to prove he doesn’t have microphones

Morozov has to force himself to awkwardly and reclutantly hug Mal as a thank you for helping Ulla (both are completely disgusted)

Chapter 8

Kaz steals a watch from a dead man in his funeral

Zoya offering her lawyer services to the widowed woman while she is crying on the same funeral

Alina sticks her hand on the corpse’s mouth to make sure it’s real

Chapter 9

Kaz gets in a fight by saying a “your mother” joke

Mal and Alina being jealous from a distance , so unsubtle that Ulla only can look in disappointment

The names shown on the graves: Per Haskell, Dominik Vertov, Ylva Brum, Jordie Rietveld,Wylan Hendriks,Isaak Andreyev , a triple thombstone

Chapter 10

Alina stealing food from a funeral,then Hanne also stealing some from Mila

Mila stabbing a raggedy mouse chanting “bad Zak,bad Zak”

Hanne making a flower crown for Mila

(More things happen but i consider them too serious to call them random shit)

Chapter 11

First thing Nina does after being freed, is dolling herself up in the mirror

Kaz taking care of a drunk Zoya

Ivan and Fruszi being disgusted of having to act like a couple and finding a loophole so they don’t have to kiss

[stalkerofthegods]

Loki Deep dive

Signs he's reaching out- seeing the Snaptun Stone, Large numbers of spiders, Fire seeing his symbols and things that remind you of him in a dream, a close brush with danger, Dreams of Loki speaking to you, Repeated appearances of any of the animals related to Loki, sudden obsession on him or seeing things related to him that you wouldn’t regularly notice

Days & holidays! - Autumn Equinox, Samhain, Yule, Sep 5 UPG (tumbler meme devoted to him day) , Julaften, Saturday, April fools, Lokablót

Equivalent- logi  (the personification of fire), Prometheus, Tantalus, Jesus, Pan, Cernunnos, Dionysus, anasi, Bacchus, Lugh, Hermes, Mercury, Elegua, Eshu, Prometheus, Veles, Coyote and Crow

Dislikes- in my experience he wasn’t a fan of Hermes, he doesn’t like Heimdall (Heimdall kills Loki ) 

Married- he is married to Sigyn! (the goddess of Victory)   Also, Loki’s first wife (Angrboda who was a Jotun ) taught Loki magic, later he devoured her heart because she was an ‘evil’ witch.

Zodiac- Aries and Gemini 

Siblings - Blood Odin, Hellblindi and Balyestyr

Devotional- volunteering to help survivors of trauma, helping with orphanages, and those who are in need, laughing at yourself.

Animal - Coyote, Salmon, Snakes, Foxes, vulture, Quiscalus quiscula, wolves, serpents, cats, falcon, butterfly, raven, flies, dragons, spiders.

colors - yellow , green , red, pink, neons, purple, gold, silver, Black, violet 

offerings - Candy, Atomic Fireball (he loves alcohol ex- tequila, rum, brandy, and mead, but he does get tired of it beacuse it’s offered so much), Pez, Pixie Sticks, cookies/pastries, caramel apples. Speaking of apples, He loves red food (ex-Red Velvet) He likes things with a lot of pepper spice, or even just the peppers themselves (habaneros seem to be a favorite), good whiskey, bread, knives, whatever reminds him of u, also baked goods, or anything really, you can give him just sugar or just food, whatever says “LOKI!!”, he also loves caffeinated drinks!, he likes cinnamon, chocolate, Tobacco, weed, cheesecake, especially with berries,  old granddad brand of alcohol, and hard cinnamon flavored or spicy liquor, and spicy runs and mulled wine! Carmel golden apples!  He also loves Nutella, I would recommend giving whatever you think he would like, he likes new things I heard.

Number - 13  and Kaunaz, Naudiz, Thurisaz, number 3, The Berkana rune, 

Planet- Pluto, Dark Moon

To do in his honor  - Inner Child work, Llaughing at yourself, Accepting that no one and self is perfect, and mistakes are okay, Feeling all of our feelings, drawing, coloring, singing, dancing, being creative, working with children or the elderly, collecting and sharing jokes, going on a walk, get lost, go on an adventure with friends or fellow outcasts, go clean up a local park in his honor, do something ur scared of, joke in their honor 

What he favors in devotes - Passion and drive, inc stubbornness, a go-getter, hunger for life, child like playfull Ness

God of - Celeverness, change, Creation, Cunning, Divine, Discovery, Humor, knowledge, sex, Seduction, shapeshifting, trickster (mischief), wit, truth,  temptation, the hearth, nature. 

Patron -outcasts (black sheep), earthquakes, changing cycles of the moon, nature, fire itself.

his weapon- Lævateinn

Herbs - daisy, mistletoe, Lavender, Patchouli, Cinnamon, Clove, Hemp, Holly, Mistletoe, Cedar, Juniper, Elder, “yellow rattle” plant, lokasjóður, “Loki’s Purse” (a plant), Loki oats, wild oats, birch, alder, mullein, acorns, Aspen trees (UPG)

Preferred coffee- very very sweet. (I also heard he likes mocha) 

Remind me of him - smiling, laughter, dancing, knives, horns, flowers, trees, flies, foxes, rings, black nail polish, masks, spiders, red hair, cat eyeliner look, eyeliner, blue eyes, plastic toys, nature 

Blessings - sharper knives (be careful they may be blunt one second and then sharp)

Tarot- The magician, Wheel of Fortune, the sun, the devil, the tower, the magician, 

Signs - spiders, vultures, snakes, seals, foxes, flies, wolves, Dandelions, coyotes 

Alter decorations - boats, kids' toys, anything listed here really.

Scents - He likes cinnamon, mulled wine, cotton candy, and peaty whiskey and yew, but nothing strong or overwhelming or alluring and anything too feminine, he also dislikes super masculine colognes. He likes Pine, cinnamon, sugar & spice, honey, and wild berry incense and dragons blood incense 

Animals• Fox, spiders,Flies, salmon horses, vultures 

Crystal• Volcanic and Sulfurous stones (ex. Obsidian Gypsum, Hematite, etc.)((is associated with tectonic activity)), pyrite (fools gold), color-changing stones, Bloodstone, Xlead calcite, Sunsgone, Stones associated with the air element, red stones, Stones of any other color you associated with Loki (ex- red Jasper, Garnet, Carnelian, Ruby), Stones that scream “LOKI!!”, but mostly - Red Jasper, Amber, Garnet, Goldstone; Plastic, Acrylic, Glass, Gold, Bronze, Silver, Magnesium, Orange calcite, hematite, fire agate, onyx, etc.), serpentine, fire quartz, smoky quartz, pyrite, multi-colored/color-changing stones (labradorite, fluorite, alexandrite, bismuth, etc.), carnelian, and tiger's eye, kambaba jasper, prehnite, garnet, green aventurine, malachite, and petrified wood, Yellow calcite

Symbols•fox, Knox, web, Tangles, snakes, Flies, salmon, horses, Mistletoe, (I've also heard vulture, hawk, skull

Names•known as sky traveler, Ve, or, father of monsters, Flamehair, “that bastard” (UPG), Lie-Smith, Sly-God, Shape-Changer, Sly-One, Lopt, Sky Traveller, Sky Walker, Wizard Of Lies, and Loftur and I'm sure there's more. (I’ve accidentally called him Taco Bell before myself.) 

Mortal or immortal • immortal, but has apples to live longer, suspected the Apple effects last YEARS (like more than 100+ years. Because he is not “old” or dead yet, and in mythology, they take it to stay young and live forever.) and ragnorok

Vows/omans• Blood brother with Odin, Loki swears oaths that he will devise a scheme to cause the builder (of the wall of the asier home) to forfeit the payment, whatever it may cost himself.

Morals• He's morally grey 

Personality• understanding, and fast going, can be jealous and has a quick temper.

Fact• He had a wife before Sigyn and he is in a cave until Ragnorok. I also heard he like farts a lot. And sends spiders, so beware, he made spiders in Sweden mythology 

Roots• Norse mythology 

Appearance in astral or gen• red hair and fair skin but not too red or too fair. Also, blue eyes I think or green. Or anything at all really.

Children- Hel, Jormangandr, Fenir, Sleipnir, Vanir, Narfi, (from sigyn) Svadilfari,  and Einmyria and Eisa (with Glut.) He also ate a woman’s heart and bore the first witch, some say also a HUGE cat. 

Season• the month of Gemini and Aries 

Status• God and Yotan

Element- Fire, air, nature.

Personality- Loki is not always the most mature and can sometimes act like a toddler. Also chaotic Neutral. he is not an omniscient Deity, but true to his word.

Parentage • The tree Lufey and farbauti

Prayers•

Flame-hair, your soul burning into the night, Throwing caution to the wind And casting the die of fate, Teach me your fearlessness. Lie-smith, your sharp words like daggers, Cutting through illusions to the bone And revealing the reality we refuse to see, Teach me your clarity. Silver-tongue, whispering carefully veiled truths, Sowing shrouded mystery in your wake, And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. And leading only the clever onward, Teach me your secrecy. Gift-Bringer, recognizing all the overlooked, Giving rightly earned reward where it’s due, And in turn, blame as well, Teach me your justice. Scar-lip, ending silence in the face of injustice, Grinning down at the outcasts And rallying your voice with theirs, Teach me your anger. Pain-holder, accepting your punishment, Embracing the consequences of your deeds, And taking the fall of those who are weaker, Teach me your resilience. World-breaker, harbinger of chaos, Spitting fire upon the stagnant And carving the spear of change, Teach me your courage. Cruel-striker, slanderer of the gods, Burning the inefficient and stale, Revealing potential in the ashes, Teach me your insight. Sly-walker, throwing your mischievous grin about And casting laughter into the darkness Where before there was only despair, Teach me your joy. Shape-changer, manipulator of all walks of life, Confidently adapting to every situation, Commanding the strength of any form, Teach me your cunning. Hearth-fire, warmth of my heart, Your arms a sanctuary where none is found Light and life of the home I can always return to, Teach me your nurturing. Sky-treader, ever true to your wild heart,Letting none even try to contain your spirit As free as the sky itself, Teach me your passion. Hail Loki, And thank you, my God, For everything you bring to my life.I love you so.

- by @klawl

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Loki is the Norse god of mischief, and the hard cold truth, even tho he may be cold, he is wise, and charming in many ways.

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[starburstsystem]

👑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎🖤🤍

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NAME: Ranboo Beloved

NICKNAME(S): Ran, Boo, Mr Boo, Beloved

AGE: 18+ (early 20s)

GENDER: nonbinary, sleepinertiac, endergender

PRONOUNS: he/him, they/them, boo/boos/booself

ORIENTATION: MLM, aroace (queerplatonic attraction)

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SPECIES: Enderman

ROLE: Anxiety holder, cooking alter

TYPE: Fictive introject

SOURCE(S): DSMP

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BOUNDARIES:

- do not force him to talk/speak

- prefers not to engage in or discuss dsmp discourse/creator drama

- Ranboo has exomemories but prefers to (for the most part) keep them to himself. Please do not purposely try to trigger his memories. He is rather connected to his source.

- you CAN however tag/send us fanart of dsmp!Ranboo, Tubbo, or Michael, RESPECTFULLY <3

- flirting is a huge no ❌ Ranboo is happily married.

♡ LIKES: Winter, snow, his family (his queerplatonic husband, Tubbo 🌼, and his zombie pigman son, Michael 🩷), Snowchester, walks, piano, journalling, books, libraries, poetry, stained glass, exstistentalism, purple yellow or red flowers (specifically alliums, dandelions, sunflowers, or red spider plants), deer and caribou, cats, the colors purple, red, yellow, black and white, sweaters, ghost motifs, minecraft, hot tea, dark academia aesthetic, sleeping and naps.

X DISLIKES: loud noises, too many people talking, big crowds, being forced to speak, Mellohi.

FAVORITE SONGS:

- Fallen Down • Toby Fox and the cover by Ricky Not Montgomery

- Fallen Down on Old Piano • BaileyPiano

- Amnesia Was Her Name • Lemon Demon

- Look Who's Inside Again • Bo Burnham and the cover by LON3RR

- Stuff Is Way • They Might Be Giants

- Ghosting • Mother Mother

- Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist • Rory Webley

- Ramblings of a Lunatic • Bears In Trees

- We'll Never Have Sex • Leith Ross

- j's lulluby (darlin' i'd wait for you) • Dalaney Bailey

EXTRA:

-> not super verbally talkative but writes a lot

-> anxious and very awkward, but also very gentle and careful and kind

(ALL ART GOES TO ITS RESPECTED OWNERS!! I DID NOT DRAW ANY OF THESE!! I AM MERELY ADDING THESE TO BETTER SHOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT MY IDENTITY AS AN ALTER)

[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Spielzeit Bestiary #8: The Sun Dog

Nature. Every tree, plant, and animal. It is all around us, and it is a very big part of the forest town Spielzeit's identity. The townsfolk and the surrounding forest have been in kahoots with one another ever since it split from the now defunct Playtime toy company. And now, their relationship with nature has seemingly grown stronger, due in part to a new creature said to roam the woods. They call it the Sun Dog.

Said to be the most benevolent of Spielzeit's ever growing roster of "cryptids", the Sun Dog is described as being a giant Cocker Spaniel with dark orange fur. It gets its name from what locals describe as a pendant, shaped like the sun, that it wears tightly around its neck.

It is said to be missing the lower half of its body, resulting in it crawling around wherever it goes. Those who have caught a glimpse of the Sun God report it being followed by a group of animals. The animals within said group vary, but the most common group is said to be that of a red fox, a whitetail deer, and an opossum.

Stories and sightings of the Sun Dog portray it as a protector of nature, caring for wounded and abandoned animals and helping any that cross its path. It is said to be incredibly docile, even helpful, towards humans, with one witness, Jeremy Hill, 23, describing as such.

"I was taking a walk through the woods. It was a nice day, nothing out of the ordinary. So, I'm walking, and I notice this tree, looked perfect for climbing. I get to the top of the thing, the view was really nice. Then, I heard something, sounded like, I don't know, giggling? Startled me so much that I fell off the branch, broke one of my legs. I screamed put for help for what felt like forever. Then I heard someone, they sounded like he was in his 50s, he told me not to worry, that'd he'd get me back home. That's when I saw him. We were at level with one another, he had a fox, deer, and possum at his side. Now, I've heard other people talk about this guy like he was the second coming, but actually being in his presence, I don't know, it made me feel safe. He had that look in his eyes, you know? I passed out afterwards, but when I woke up I was in town square. I won't forget that day."

The Sun Dog's contributions have not gone unnoticed. For instance, since his arrival, illegal hunting in the Spielzeit area has dropped tremendously, something that Ranger Angelo Floros has taken note of.

"Now, I'm not sure a giant, orange dog is the reason all of these hunters have went away, but regardless, this is great news. And if you want to thank this 'Sun Dog' for it, be my guest."

Many residents do, in fact, thank the Sun Dog, particularly those with some background of religion. They believe in the Sun Dog's existence so much that they have made it the central figure in their annual Summer Solstice festival. Here, there are Sun Dog themed games, food, and even stage performances about its contributions. Something notable is that during the festival, there is a chance that an animal will show up, requesting food, in which they always recieve it, yet they never immediately eat it. It is said that they bring it to the Sun Dog, who watches in the distance on the Licht hillside, where the sun shines brightest.

Is there a protector of nature living in the forests of Spielzeit? Or has Lady Luck just grazed the town with a great ecosystem? Do you believe?

(A major thank you to @abugcalledtoken for writing a greater part of the Sun Dog's lore!)

[thefabulous-mostgroovy]

If I Make it Through Tonight (Everybody's Gonna Hear Me Out)

Martin saw his first monster at the age of ten.

He saw his second monster at the age of twenty-eight, and that monster was his boss.

Jon/Martin, 4.6k words, rated T, read on AO3. This is for day 5 of @jonmartinweek for the prompt Cryptids. pls ignore that i completely forgot to repost this to tumblr lmao

Martin saw his first monster at the age of ten.

He was in Brownies at that age, amongst a group of girls who could tell he wasn't quite like them. The scout leader had been talking about a camping trip for over a year at that point, and finally managed to organise it at a local site. A few girls complained about the dirt and didn't like the smell of the campfire and the portaloo, but Martin stuck with a small group of girls who he found huddled around a flipped over rock, looking at bugs.

He doesn't remember most of the night, in all honesty. They did the usual stuff you were supposed to do when you go camping: stories, songs, s'mores. Nothing too exciting. Then they all went to bed in their lackluster tents and sleeping bags.

When Martin woke up, he didn't know what time it was. Just that it was dark and the campfire had been put out. The girls in his tent were all still asleep. Sitting up and pulling his jumper on, he carefully pulled the zipper on the entrance down and poked his head out. He couldn't see much but the vague silhouette of the other tents and trees.

The woods at night were quiet. Martin closed his eyes and listened to chirping insects and rustling bushes. He's always liked the sound of nature. He lived near a woodland with a park sitting on the edge and he would lie in the basket swing and watch the spaces through the trees. Sometimes he would see deer or rabbits or foxes, or once, even a badger. He didn't have a sketchbook, but he would take some printer paper and a clipboard and draw the animals and plants he saw. Not very well, mind you, but he would sometimes convince his mum to let him keep his favourites stuck to the fridge.

Martin was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud rustle in the foliage, and a hush fell over the woods. A true silence was left ringing in his ears and he turtled into the neck of his jumper. He vaguely remembers, from a walk through that woodland with his father, being told that silence is the most dangerous sound in nature; it means everything that could be eaten has run away, leaving only the thing looking for something to eat. He fumbled for his glasses behind him, not taking his eyes off the treeline, and shoved them onto his nose. It didn't help much, but it wasn't as blurry anymore.

Amongst the black, he saw something shifting, heard the sniffs of a large nose. Heavy, yet careful footsteps made their way through the bushes, and into the campsite. Now out of the trees, Martin could see it clearer.

The creature was enormous, hunched unnaturally on four legs and covered in thin, dark hair. The skin underneath was pale and covered in painful-looking stretch marks. The paws didn't seem like paws at all. They looked more like hands, with elongated fingers and harsh, ragged nails. It was almost person-shaped. Almost. The hunchback made it look like a man trying to walk on all fours, on his hands and feet, but it moved so fluidly, like it was used to it.

Until it stood up.

The thing rose onto its two hind legs, pushing at the portaloo with its knobbly hands, towering over the thing by easily two and a half feet. The small stall rocked back and forth, clattering as its balance was tested. It chuffed as it tried the handle with clumsy fingers, then moved on to investigate a tent.

Looking back on it, Martin knows it was a terrible idea, but his mind had filled with the awful image of this creature—this monster—getting into the tent and ripping the girls inside to shreds, and he simply acted in instinct. He blindly fished the wind up torch he brought with him out of his sleeping bag, and turned it on. The crank made an awful, loud clicking noise and the light wasn't very bright, but the monster still squinted at it.

Big reflective eyes stared at Martin, the lumbering body frozen in a startled turn. Its hair stood on end, teeth bared in its snout and stained with something dark, and it stared. It stared and stared and didn't move a muscle. Martin stared back, suddenly cold with fear. It raised a long, slender finger, the tip thick like a paw pad, the nail curled and yellow, and it held the finger to its lips. Like it was telling—no, warning—Martin to be quiet.

The light faded out. Martin didn't rewind it. He listened to the creature disappear back into the woods. He did not go back to sleep that night.

The first monster Martin saw, he discovered many years later, was a werewolf. And it sparked what can only be described as an obsession.

From that point forward, Martin found everything he could on monsters, ghouls, and cryptids. He found books in the library about Mothman and the Loch Ness Monster and Krampus, and checked them out, much to the dismay of the librarian. He copied the anatomical sketches into the jotters he took from the supply bin in school and proudly showed his teachers, who replied with a concerned grimace.

(To be fair, he doesn't blame them. He was this specky little eleven year old holding up drawings that might as well have been props from The Shining. He once heard a teaching assistant mutter 'Redruuum' behind the teacher he was proudly showing a picture of Bigfoot to, and she was quickly sent off with a glare.)

The interest only got worse as he grew up. He set up trail cams in his local woodland, he went on ill-advised camping trips to unregulated areas, he had a truly awful vampire phase in high school and is rather glad he's not still friends with anyone who would remember it. He started carrying around a camera everywhere he went, just in case, deciding that his top goal should be to finally get a picture of one of the damn things. But one thing truly takes the cake for the lengths he's willing to go to get that shot:

After dropping out of high school and needing to support himself and his mum, he made up a lie about having a master's degree in parapsychology and applied to the Magnus Institute.

Working at the Magnus Institute had been a total dream for Martin for a few years at that point. The idea of being completely surrounded with resources, with proof of the supernatural was all he could ever ask for! Of course, he applied to other jobs as well, but he had all his hopes pinned on the institute. When he got the interview, he was practically vibrating with nerves the entire time. The whole thing was a bit weird, Elias is definitely a bit of a freak who learned what a smile is from a WikiHow guide, but he did get the job!

And ended up in the bloody library.

Sure, having very easy access to every book you could possibly want on supernatural creatures is great, but zero access to the research department is not great. It also doesn't help that there are actually very few books on cryptids, and most of his coworkers thought they were a load of rubbish.

All in all, Martin does what he can before simply returning to independent research (i.e. Reddit threads. Grim). That is, until he got moved to the archives.

It's all he could have ever asked for: two hundred years worth of statements and research packed away into a maze of shelves where no one can see him rummaging around and taking notes on the book he hides in his desk drawer. A boss who doesn't seem to mind, if downright encourages, employees staying late, even if he is a bit of a dickhead about it (a very handsome dickhead, but that's a matter for Martin to think about elsewhere). And two coworkers who are truly entertained by Martin's Origin Story and hand him files to read on werewolves in America, and vampire killers. He swears he was only a little disappointed to find out that vampires are not as sexy as they are, according to Anne Rice.

This is all to say, Martin is finally going on another proper Cryptid Hunt.

Now, Martin has never set foot in a proper research facility, but he thinks he's onto something. Statement after statement has been cropping up about a monster roaming London in the night, that speaks in static and has dozens of eyes. It's like nothing Martin has ever heard before. He's determined to find it. He's got his digital camera, he has a torch and plenty of backup batteries, he has a Polaroid camera, just in case cryptids don't capture well on digital—which he assumes they won't, if the statements won't even record without the tape recorder.

Speaking of tapes, he'll need to find some blank tapes to record anything important on. Not that he thinks a Polaroid wouldn't be enough proof, he just- he likes the Lo-fi charm, alright? It's—as much as Jon detests the word—spooky.

It's not his first rodeo borrowing (stealing) the odd item for one of his hunts, but this time he's more nervous. Jon has made it very clear that Martin is on thin ice, especially after letting a dog into the archives and it causing a mess on the floor. So, he tries his best to be very careful when he picks the lock to Jon's door and stuffs a couple tapes into his satchel. It's all going surprisingly swimmingly until he runs into Jon on the way out after getting his coat.

"Martin?" Jon calls as he spots him. "Did you see anyone going into my office?"

"Mm, no," Martin says, like a liar. He's always been good at lying. That's not great for his character, but it is great for him getting away with everything.

"Right, I must have forgotten to lock the door, then," he mumbles. Jon has his coat on and his bag over his shoulder, which is odd considering Martin doesn't think he's ever seen Jon leave on time. He shows up early and he leaves late; as far as Martin knows, he could bloody live down here.

"Are you heading out already?" Martin risks asking. It's not that he wants Jon to work himself to death, but could he maybe start his self improvement journey when Martin isn't trying to walk out with stolen Institute property?

"Yes, I have, uh—" Jon waves a hand as he thinks, "—plans. I have plans. Shall we head out together?"

The suggestion throws him off, as do many things Jon does. He has these odd moments of treating Martin no different from Tim and Sasha, then the next minute going back to calling him useless. Martin tries to cherish the few and far between acts of kindness Jon dishes out, but he tends to ruin it with his face going bright red and starting to stutter and fumble with what he wants to say. Then Jon will usually side-eye him and tut and the moment will be over and Martin has failed to woo his hot boss once again and—

"Martin?" Jon interrupts, head tilted and brow furrowed.

"Oh! Oh, uh, yeah, sure, let's- let's go!" Martin lets out a nervous chuckle and Jon sends him an odd side-eye, and tuts, and sets off towards the lift. Martin curses under his breath and follows.

It's a little awkward in the lift, tense in a way that Martin is sure Jon doesn't feel. He clears his throat quietly.

"So, what plans do you have?" he asks, hoping Jon didn't actually intend on walking side by side in silence to the front door.

"Hm?" Jon raises a brow at him, like he's said something truly outrageous, then his eyes widen a little. "Oh- nothing much, just- visiting a friend from my uni days. Anything planned for yourself?"

"Not much." Martin shrugs. "Hoping to have a nice night in, you know?" Jon hums and nods a little as the lift sings and opens to the ground floor. The chit chat is idle and dull as they make their way through the dwindling crowds filtering out of the Institute, and they share curt goodbyes as they part ways.

_____

Martin triple checks his bag for maybe the millionth time: he has a camera, digital and analog, his phone, water, a few snacks, a torch, a loaded tape recorder and an extra cassette, and some basic first aid items. He has everything. It's time to set off.

The grass is dry and crunches beneath his feet as he makes his way into the woods. He tries to walk confidently, as if confidence is all he needs to warn off a thing that one statement said could most accurately be described as a fucking dragon. This is an impeccably stupid idea to begin with, so who cares if puffing his chest out makes him feel a little safer.

He ditches the path and wanders off into the trees, knowing how bad of an idea that is, and doing it anyway.

The light from the torch sends stark shadows streaking along the ground and up the trees, startling animals off in the distance, but no dragon. Martin knows it's not close because he can still hear the vague chitters of squirrels and insects. He walks slowly, carefully, because it's not going to be any help if he scares them off himself. He swallows as his nerves start to get to him. Maybe talking will take his mind off of it. He starts the tape recorder with a clunky click.

"Okay, erm... documentation of Martin Blackwood going Cryptid Hunting, because he's a bloody moron, tape one. I've found the area that a lot of these statements mentioned, it's a pretty popular walking trail, so hopefully this will come up with something."

A breeze sends a shiver down his spine as he checks all around him, pointing the thin beam of light through the spindly trees. His footsteps are light as he can manage, barely rustling the grass and fallen leaves. He doesn't see anything except a grey forest, illuminated by shitty LEDs, and he hasn't seen anything for the last twenty minutes.

"I'm starting to think this is a lost cause. I mean, it's getting late, and it's bloody freezing, I might just turn back." And he clicks the recorder off. The quiet in the absence of the whirring tape makes him feel even worse.

He tries to follow back the way he came. He winds through familiar enough looking trees and broken branches and rocks and logs. Then he walks past the same bunch of trees twice, and sees a log that he swears he saw ten minutes ago, and a small stream that he thinks he's already stepped over. In what feels like no time, it's been an hour and he hasn't found the trail. He quickly and quietly curses under his breath, panic starting to settle in at the fact that he's lost in a woods with frequent monster sightings.

"See, kids, this is why you follow the walking path," he mutters into the recorder. "Don't do what I do, for Christ's sake." He turns it back off, to preserve space on the tape, but it clicks back on by itself. With a shaky breath, he turns it back off. It turns on again. "Shit, don't tell me the recorder's broken..."

He holds the thing up to his face, trying to inspect the buttons for damage, but he doesn't know how tape recorders work so it's not revealing much.

A branch snaps somewhere behind him. Not a thing branch, or a twig, but a heavy, crunching snap, that sends the forest into silence. Nothing fills the air except Martin's quickened breathing and the whir of the tape. And possibly a short shriek from him, but that's unimportant.

Martin shines the light in every direction, hand shaking as he frantically searches the darkness for a presence. The tape recorder clicks itself off, then starts to play. His own voice comes out garbled and backwards through the tinny speakers of the recorder. It crackles and starts to fade into static. The thing shakes in his hands and he thinks maybe he should put the thing down, when something comes out of it, through the cacophony of static.

"Martin..."

The man in question freezes for only a second before he fumbles to pull his Polaroid camera out of his bag, not bothering with the digital. With the shrieking tape record tucked under his arm, he stands with his camera poised, listening out for movement. He hears a rustle on his left and whips around, taking a picture in that direction.

In the brief second that the flash lights up the trees, he sees it: an enormous, black creature with sickly green eyes covering every inch of its face, twisted horns reaching up into the branches and taloned feet reaching over the bushes. A mane of fur covers its back and neck, tapering down its chest. A tail audibly swishes behind it. And it was looking right at him.

The camera spits out a picture and Martin barely even notices. He takes off in a run.

The creature doesn't make any noise as it follows, doesn't roar or growl or anything, but Martin can hear it crashing against trees and clawing at the wood and ground. He can tell that it's bounding towards him. The recorder is practically screaming and it hurts his ears. He looks over his shoulder, and suddenly understands why three separate people called it a dragon. The thing has six legs and it's leaping from tree to tree like an awful overgrown squirrel.

In his terror, watching it grow closer and closer, Martin trips over a branch and goes flying to the ground. He rolls onto his back, scrambling to kick himself away as the creature closes in. He doesn't get very far as it slams a giant hand down on his chest and stomach. Martin screams bloody murder, kicking his legs in the hopes of hitting anything within reach, pushing at the leg and pulling at its fur.

Martin has always wanted to see another monster, but this is just a little too close for comfort. The thing stares at him with its too many eyes, and they each start to glow, starting from the centre at radiating outwards, the pupils thinning into tiny slits.

Martin feels pinned (in a more metaphorical sense than how he is very literally being pinned to the ground). He feels like he's getting an x-ray, like this monster has peeled him open and is stripping him bare. He's completely frozen under its oppressive gaze. He doesn't know how he's so sure, but he is filled with the inescapable dread that it now knows every last detail of his entire life.

He doesn't realise he hasn't been breathing until the feeling stops, and he gasps in deep, gulping breaths, tears falling down his temples. The static from the tape recorder—which had been abandoned to his left when he fell and had still been screeching—starts to quiet down, evening out into a steady white noise. The monster blinks all its eyes in unison, and the pupils have each grown rounder, filling out most of the eyes.

"Martin," the recorder says again. That voice- Martin knows that voice, where does he know that voice? "Martin...?"

"H-... hello?" he whimpers. He wonders if this is recording. "Are you... is that you? Speaking?"

"The tape," the monster says, glancing to the recorder. It—he?—sounds almost more confused than Martin. "It hears me."

The voice is deep and a little bewildered. Martin can't help but think it's the kind of voice you could find reading an audiobook. There's a curious aspect to it, a need to know more that is impossibly familiar. How the hell does he know his name?

He squints, no longer convinced that he's about to be gored or eaten. He swears he knows that voice, that posh, over exaggerated accent, the way it says Mahhhtin- wait, holy shit—

"Jon?!"

The monster- creature- thing– Jon looks back at Martin, shocked for a moment, then he hurriedly sits back. The six legs fold up surprisingly easily into a cat-like position.

"Martin, what the hell are you doing out here?" says the voice coming from the recorder. Says Jon. Says Martin's boss. He's having a bit of a time, okay?

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" Martin spits as he scrambles to sit up. "You mean to tell me you're a- a what? A dragon? A monster? A giant ferret that can only speak through a tape recorder? You don't even have a mouth!"

Jon stares, very unimpressed.

"What I mean is, it's very dangerous to be out here this late, especially off-trail." Jon chuffs as the recorder speaks. There's an odd purring rumbling from his chest. "I'm taking you back to your car. Come on."

"Oh, like you know the way," Martin grumbles, but still grabs the tape recorder and straightens out his bag, standing to follow.

"Like this, I know everything, Martin," Jon says, voice low and gravelly in a way that makes Martin's face go hot and red. Jon shuffles around and nudges him between his shoulders with his snout. "Now, let's get a move on."

Martin trudges alongside the giant dragon-Jon, who stoops his head down to seem closer to Martin's height, head tilted at an angle to lay his horns flat against his shoulders, instead of catching them on the branches. Part of him wants to try and make conversation. Part of him wants to forget this ever happened. A massive part of him wants to pet Jon's mane—it looks very soft and fluffy, and this close, he can see tufts of very dark green and dull grey amongst the black and he just really wants to sink a hand into it and—

"Yes, Martin, you can pet the mane," Jon sighs, rolling his eyes. Martin flushes from head to toe.

"How did you- what!" Martin squawks, and Jon laughs a little.

"You were thinking it very loudly at me," Jon explains. Martin stops in his tracks.

"Wh– you can read minds?"

"That's one way of putting it, I suppose."

"Well, don't read my mind, please."

"I can't exactly help it much." Jon rolls his eyes again and moves his neck within Martin's reach. "Go on, I suppose. If you still want to."

There's an odd look in Jon's eyes, looking almost expectantly at him. Hesitantly, Martin raises a hand, checking his face for signs that he was joking, and it doesn't seem so. Jon isn't the type to joke about that anyway, so he carefully reaches over and strokes the fur. It is soft. He carefully pets the fur down with the back of his hand, then sinks his hand a little further into the fluffy mass. At the firmer touch, Jon swings his neck to press into Martin's hand, so hard that he stumbles back.

The purring starts up again as Jon parks himself on the ground and leans heavily into Martin's arms. Martin laughs as he pets Jon's—again, his boss—chest and the back of his neck, wrapping arms around his as far as he can reach. The fur tickles his nose, and Jon rubs against him, all his eyes closing as the purr vibrates under his hands. His backmost leg starts kicking at the ground and a contended sigh comes from the recorder. Martin then laughs so loud in shock that he ruins the moment and Jon shakes him off.

He clears his throat. "Sorry, erm... let's continue."

Martin follows him through the woods with a smug little smile on his face. A question scratches at the back of his mind, but he isn't sure how to ask it without making things awkward. He figures, Jon will just, apparently, read his mind and find out anyway, so he might as well ask himself.

"So are you, like... fully in there?" he asks.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're- you're conscious in this- form, I guess." Martin thinks for a moment. "Side question, is this like a werewolf thing?"

"Well, first, I suppose you could call it a werewolf thing, it happens every few weeks. And to answer your initial question, kind of?"

"So then why did you chase me down like you were going to kill and eat me?"

"I- I do apologise for scaring you," Jon starts, guiltily bowing his head. "Though, I will admit, it was my intention. I didn't recognise you. Or- I did, but it didn't register? Usually, like this, my brain is a lot more... simple. Straightforward, I suppose is a better way of putting it. Like my sentience takes the back seat to make room for something more- primal. Being able to speak through the tape recorder seems to put me back at the forefront."

Martin doesn't know what kind of answer he was expecting, but it wasn't that.

"So you've got some kind of... animal brain when you're—" Martin tries to find a delicate way to put it, and fails, "—this thing?" Okay, that was possibly the worst way he could have described it. He's totally blowing it with his hot monster boss.

"Sure," Jon huffs.

"That explains why you went all cat-ish when I pet you," he chuckles, and Jon pushes him with his head.

All in all, it's a rather pleasant walk back to his car, with the lumbering Jon next to him and his six legs thumping on the ground with each step. He's almost a little disappointed that it's over when he dumps his bag in the back seat and turns back to Jon with a quiet sigh. He has to tilt his head back all the way to look at his face. Sat back on his haunches, middle and front legs politely tucked in at his chest and stomach, combined with the long, slender horns, makes him easily ten feet tall.

(A far cry from his five-foot-five boss.)

"So," Martin says.

"So," the tape recorder says. Jon blinks his many eyes. "I'll see at work on Monday."

"Yup."

"Right. On you go, then." He swoops down and nudges Martin towards the car with his snout, then turns and heads back into the forest. Martin watches for a moment, then opens the door and collapses into the driver's seat. Jon looks back at him through the bushes. Even with the door closed, the recorder crackles out one last message: "Oh, and Martin?"

"Yeah?" He knows Jon Knows he's answered.

"Don't tell anyone about this."

And Jon disappears into the dark.

_____

By the time Martin gets home, he realises that his picture is still in the woods, and it takes all his will power not to drive back and hope Jon is still roaming around and will help him find it. But, then again, Jon probably won't want loose evidence of him being a were-dragon-ferret-whatever.

In a slightly foul mood, Martin goes to sleep.

_____

On Monday, Martin makes very awkward eye contact with Jon as he delivers his tea.

He tries to make small talk in the break room and fails miserably.

He gets no work done for the entire day. But, at five o'clock, after he's returned from washing the mugs, he finds a Polaroid of Jon on his desk, and a note.

The sticky note reads: 'Sorry for knocking you over. Still don't tell anyone.'

Martin keeps the Polaroid folded in his wallet. He doesn't tell a soul.

[clementine-side-blog]

Summer Cramps - T.K

Summary: Klitz comforts y/n when she starts her period.

Content Warning: Explicit language, AFAB!Reader, she/her pronouns, periods, fluff, and Klitz being a caring boyfriend.

Word Count: 2.9k

Songs For Inspo:

Island In The Sun - Weezer

Darlin' - The Beach Boys

Too Sweet - Hozier

Choking On Flowers - Fox Academy

"Use it, baby. I don't really like that shirt anyways."

Y/n looked out of the window, eyes flickering back and forth as she watched the trees whizz by. She began to feel a little dizzy, so she averted her gaze. Blinking harshly, she rubbed her eyes with balled fists before looking to her left. Klitz, her boyfriend, sat in the driver seat. His hands were planted firmly on the wheel as he turned a corner, flipping his blinker on. The clicking sound echoed in y/n's ears, almost like a metronome, before it turned off a few seconds later.

It was a warm summer day, in the month of June to be specific. The couple had spent the majority of the morning at a park. They had a little picnic as a date and it was a great way to start the day off. Nothing else was planned, but they were currently driving back to Klitz's apartment. Y/n had moved in with him just a few months ago. It was a big step in the relationship, but they had been dating since their sophomore year in high school. They were comfortable with each other.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" Klitz asked, chuckling softly.

Y/n snapped out of her thoughts, realizing that she had been staring. Her cheeks heated up, a little embarrassed that she was caught. The stoplight ahead turned red and Klitz slowed down to a stop. He glanced at y/n out of the corner of his eye, waiting for her to respond.

"Just thinking."

He raised an eyebrow at the vague answer. That could mean a variety of things. It was an answer, sure, but not a good one. When the light turned green, he began to drive once again. His eyes were focused on the road.

"About?" He questioned.

Y/n gave a soft smile to her boyfriend. She looked like she was in a trance. Her eyes were glazed over and it created an almost sleepy look. Reaching over, y/n playfully patted Klitz on his right knee.

"Just how much I love you."

Her words made his heart race in his chest. His stomach filled with butterflies that fluttered frantically inside of him. No matter how many times y/n said it, it would always make him blush. His cheeks tinted pink, and he removed one hand from the steering wheel to place on top of her hand that was on his knee. His thumb brushed over her knuckles back and forth.

"I love you too, baby."

Y/n giggled and looked back towards the street. Music played softly from the radio. She couldn't tell what song it was exactly, since it was pretty quiet, but she was able to identify that it was The Beach Boys. How fitting! It was Summer after all. An-

A sharp pain shot through y/n's belly, causing her hand to recoil from underneath Klitz's. His eyes widened at the sudden movement, but he kept his gaze on the road. A pitiful groan left y/n's lips, and she hunched over.

"Woah, hey, are you ok?" He asked worriedly.

Y/n didn't give a response, except for another low groan. Her chest heaved up and down with every deep breath she took. After a few moments, she sat back up, but had her hands resting on her lower stomach. She let out a shaky breath as she moved one of her hands between her legs. After pressing her fingers against the crotch of her light denim shorts, she held it up to her view. The pads of her pointer and middle finger were smudged with a dark red. Her eyes widened.

"Are you fucking...shit..." She muttered under her breath.

Klitz looked over, seeing the blood on her fingers. His eyes widened as well, and he swallowed thickly. He knew instantly what had happened, as it was fairly obvious. Sighing, he reached behind him, his hand searching for something in the backseat. It wasn't that dangerous, as he was waiting for traffic to move. After a few more seconds of searching, he held out a shirt to y/n.

"Sit on this so you don't bleed on the seat." He said, turning his attention back to the road as cars started to move.

She took it, but looked at him doubtfully. He simply rolled his eyes in response. A light scoff left his lips.

"Use it, baby. I don't really like that shirt anyways."

Y/n nodded, raising herself up to slide the shirt underneath her. Wincing, she lowered back down onto the seat. She felt like her stomach was on fire. Thankfully, they weren't that far from the apartment. She had tampons and pads in their bathroom, but she didn't have any on her. Her period wasn't supposed to come for another three days, so she was just caught off guard.

"You ok? I know your periods are usually horrible." He asked, turned right.

She squinted her eyes shut, gripping the car door tightly. It was as if it was all crashing down on her at once. He wasn't wrong though. Her periods were normally the worst. Her cramps were always painful, the bleeding was always heavy, and she got cranky/emotional easily.

"I'm f-fine...just...hurts..."

Her words were soft. Even talking felt like it was too strenuous on her stomach muscles. God help her if she laughed or sneezed. That would be the end of her.

"Well, do you need anything? I can make a quick stop at the store if yo-"

"Home! Please, just, I wanna go home..." She blurted out, tone a little harsh.

Klitz didn't take it personally, though. He knew she wasn't mad at him. She was just in pain, and he felt sympathy towards her situation. He gave a simple nod as an answer. For the rest of the ride, he focused on getting them home as quick as possible.

When the couple got to the apartment complex, Klitz tried to help her walk. She refused the offer, but thanked him for it. To be honest, she could have used the help, but she was worried about letting go of her stomach. Even though it didn't make sense, she felt like cradling her stomach was keeping her cramps at bay. That wasn't true, but it was a psychological thing. Instead of helping her walk, he unlocked the door and let her go in first.

"M' gonna go..." Y/n trailed off, pointing at the door to the bathroom.

Klitz nodded and locked the front door. He hung up his car keys, as well as his apartment key, on the hooks on the wall. Y/n had taken her shoes off and placed them by the door, and Klitz did the same. The slightly bloody shirt from the car was in his hands, and he contemplated whether he wanted to keep it or not. Too tired from the Summer heat to even think, he just tossed it in the garbage can. He really didn't care for the shirt.

While y/n was in the bathroom, he walked over to the fridge. He opened up the freezer that was attached to it, and grabbed a pint of ice cream. It was y/n's favorite flavor. He spooned a couple scoops out of it and plopped them into a bowl. He put the pint back in the freezer and grabbed a spoon, placing it in the bowl. A sigh left his throat as he slid the bowl onto the kitchen table.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention, and he looked over to see y/n come out of the bathroom. She was only wearing the tank top she chose for the picnic, and her bloody underwear. The soiled shorts were clutched tightly in her hand, and she looked peeved. Klitz adjusted his glasses as he frowned.

"I got you some ice cream!" He tried to cheer her up.

Y/n repeated what he said in a high-pitched tone. It was obvious mockery, and it made Klitz raise an eyebrow. She disappeared into their bedroom, most likely to discard the shorts and put some new underwear on. Her ramblings continued, but Klitz couldn't quite make it out. All he could pick up on was "stupid dumb sun" and "ice cream is the cure". It was hard to tell if she was being sarcastic or serious.

After a few moments, she stormed back in. She had changed her underwear and now had on a pair of sleep shorts. Y/n was still mumbling under her breath, and he could hear it much better as she approached the kitchen table.

"I had nooo idea that ice cream made the pain go away!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Klitz grabbed the bowl.

"So, you don't want it?"

Y/n furrowed her brows and snatched the bowl from him. He chuckled as she walked to the couch, plopping down on it with a grumble. There was no way she'd refuse ice cream. Klitz knew her like the back of his hand. He smiled as he walked over to her, sitting down right on the spot beside her. She took a big bite of the ice cream and a small smile grew on her face.

"Is it good?" He asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question.

She nodded a bit, taking another bite. He wanted to tell her to slow down, so she didn't get a brain freeze, but a part of him was worried she'd bite his head off. So he'd just let it run its course. Clearing his throat, he patted his knees before standing up. He had forgotten something crucial. Y/n gave him a glance as he walked back to the kitchen, but turned her focus back to the cold delicacy in the bowl. A few more bites and it would be all gone.

"Is it still hurting, baby? Or is it not so bad?" He asked, hovering his hand over the medicine cabinet.

"Hurts." She replied simply, wincing before taking another bite.

With the confirmation, he opened up the cabinet. He scanned over the pill bottles until he found the one he needed. Grabbing it, he opened it up and shook out two pills. He put the container back in its place before closing the cabinet. After that, he poured a glass of water.

"Take these, ok?" He instructed, walking over and kneeling in front of y/n.

He always looked so goofy when he knelt on the ground. Maybe it was his long legs, but it made him look like an awkward giraffe or something. He looked like Gumby. Though he didn't find that resemblance to be as humorous as y/n did. Y/n groaned and took the final bite of ice cream. She placed the bowl on the end table next to her, and sighed in defeat. Klitz watched her as she placed the pills in her mouth, following it with a large sip of water. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, moving the glass to the end table.

Satisfied, Klitz got up from his knelt position. He then walked into their bedroom, removing his belt as he did so. Y/n yawned and grabbed the T.V remote, turning it on and looking through shows to watch. When she couldn't decide, she resorted to ole faithful. The Big Bang Theory. You could never go wrong with a sitcom.

As the episode started playing, Klitz came back from the bedroom. He was now wearing a white undershirt and a pair of boxers. Y/n didn't blame him. It was hot as hell outside. That was why she was wearing a tank top and shorts. Stretching his arms above his head, he sat back down on the couch.

Y/n mumbled and crawled over to him. He raised an arm, allowing y/n to nuzzle under it and rest her head on his chest. But she quickly change the position, not finding it comfortable. After a certain number of changes, Klitz decided to suggest one. They were sitting on the long part of the "L" couch, so it gave them plenty of leg room. He spread his legs open a little, letting y/n slide between them. Her back rested against his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat. She hummed softly, immediately loving the new position.

"Good?" He asked, running his fingers through her hair.

She nodded, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around her stomach. He chuckled, but didn't resist. Gently, he started to rub circles onto her tummy.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, baby."

His words were so genuine. Y/n loved how caring he was. He was such a selfless man. Klitz would take the pain away from her if he could. He'd even take it on himself if it meant that she could get relief.

"S' ok..." She mumbled softly.

He leaned down a bit, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'm gonna take care of you. Just like I always do." He smiled against her hair.

A soft giggle rose from her chest.

"You're so sweet, Klitzy..."

Y/n's compliment trailed off, leading into sniffling. His eyes widened at the sound. Carefully, he rolled y/n onto her stomach, so she was facing him. His heart shatter at the sight of tears trickling down her rosy cheeks. He quickly brushed them away with his thumb, drawing her close to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in it as well. As she wept, he rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Shh, shh, it's ok, baby. What's wrong?" He cooed.

Pulling away just barely, y/n choked on her words. Her eyes were red and puffy, and the tip of her nose was slowly turning red a well. It was a painful thing to see.

"J-Just love you so, so, s-so much..."

Klitz tutted, moving one of his hands to the back of her head. He massaged her scalp gently, knowing it was one of the best ways to calm her down. Her sobs slowly faded, and she wiped away any excess tears.

"I love you too, baby. But I don't like seeing you cry!" He kissed her shoulder.

Y/n sat up on his lap, looking down at her hands. She looked embarrassed, though she had no reason to be. It upset him to see her be like that. With a soft gaze, he looked into her eyes. His hand came up to cup her face, thumb stroking her skin delicately. He handled her like a fragile piece of fine China.

Klitz could tell that she wasn't sure what to say. She looked at a loss for words. Or maybe she just didn't feel like talking. Either way, he knew he'd have to break the silence. He sighed, admiring her facial features. Even though he hated seeing her cry, it amazed him how beautiful she looked when she did. There was never a moment where she didn't look absolutely stunning.

Without saying anything, he pulled her closer to his face. His lips met hers in a soft kiss. With a hand on her cheek and a hand on her lower back, everything felt right in the world. For a moment, y/n forgot all about the pain that she was in. Sure, it was still there, but that was not her main focus. The loving embrace from her boyfriend was on her mind. She melted against him, sliding her hands up to his shoulders. His hands never left her body when he pulled away.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she felt like a feather in the wind. She felt weightless. So many emotions flooded her body and she wasn't sure which ones were real or not. The pain resurfaced, causing her to wince. When she closed her eyes from the pain, a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Oh, baby, please don't cry..." He frowned.

"M' sorry, just..."

Klitz rubbed her back, nodding in understanding. Although he would never know the pain his girlfriend went through, he could still be there for her. He could be understanding. What kind of lover would he be if he didn't?

He opened his mouth to say something, but y/n cut him off. The waterworks opened, and tears were now streaming down her face like a waterfall. She was exhausted from the heat, in pain from the cramps, and emotional from the hormones. It was a triple header. No wonder she was crying so much. He couldn't blame her.

She wrapped her arms back around his neck. He watched in silence as she nuzzled her face against his white shirt. Teardrops soaked the material as she cried into it.

"Oh, um, ok baby. D-Do what you need to do..." He stuttered, a little caught off guard.

Y/n wept into his chest, muttering incoherent words as she did so. He wished he could tell what she was saying, but it was hard to over the crying. So he simply rubbed her back, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

"That's it, let it out baby. I've got you..."

The movement of his hand on her back, the low register of his voice, and his comfort. They were all things that helped calm y/n down. She continued to cry, though it faded after a while. The crying turned into mumbling, the mumbling turned into occasional words, and then that turned into silence. Her body rose and fell with every breath Klitz took. He could tell that she had fallen asleep. She wore herself out with her crying, and she was already tired to begin with. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her in a protective hold.

"I got you."

[lara-legomonkiekid]

God AU(LMK)

In This AU Dark and Light Were born From Two God’s,Dark and Light Are God's of the Yin-Yang,They are the balance of good and evil,Dark and Light Also Are the Judges of Hell and Heavens(Celestial Realm),If someone Try to mess With Who They Care about they Will Kill Or torture that person,In Macaque’s Death He was sended to Hell But Dark Find Him and Offered him to be his Warrior so Macaque Is Dark's Warrior,Dark and Light Lives in a Castle above Celestial Realm,They Both Have diferente Powers, Light's Power Is to make Mythical Weapons that Can control the Earth elements(Water,Air,Fire,Earth,Plants,Etc.) and Dark Can Create Leaving Beings and Can Reborn someone Souls to watever He Want Even If It's mean to Turn someone Into a kid or Into a baby,Dark Have a friend that Lives in the Underworld that his name is Xiānzhī that means “Prophet” in chiness, Xiānzhī Can see The Past,presente and all tipes of Futures,Dark Is Xiānzhī best friend, Light Is Nezha Best friend, Light Is Merried to a Mythical Kitsune that is God of Fires, Light and Dark mother Are Also a Kitsune that her name Is Sakina She is Know as the Fox of Mind and wisdom and her Tails represents to be warm for Who touches it but Their Father Are a Mythical Yin-Yang Monkey that his name Is Tōng Bì Yuánhóu know as the Mythical Monkey that represents mastery over nature and the elements.

[the-starry-seas]

I uno-reverse your tag on my corries and ask you to talk about Kit ♡

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First things first, he loves novelty candy. Gummy sharks. Fun Dip. Toblerone bars and their funny little triangles. If it comes outside of the standard chocolate bar shape, he thinks it's the coolest thing. He has a shoebox in his locker that has the wrappers to his favourites. (And in a modern AU, his favourite candy is Kit-Kats. Yes it's because he shares half a name with them.)

His favourite fruit is peach, but he hates the fuzzy skins. So his solution is to peel them and then eat the fruit without the skin. Fox hates this, it genuinely unsettles him, but he grins and bears it. His second favourite is maraschino cherries.

Kit and Fox have done those BeanBoozled boxes several times (box of mystery flavour jelly beans and half are horrible). Fox doesn't care about any of the bad flavours and sometimes prefers them but Kit will spit those things out without hesitation. They both think the other is a little weird for their jelly bean tastes.

He wants to join the scout corps to be a massiff scout trooper like Sergeant Hound and Grizzer. When Hound finds out, he suddenly has a mystery injury that requires him to be in medbay overnight, and he asks Kit if he could pretty please babysit Grizzer so that Grizzer's not alone all night long? Fox tells Kit to get the damn dog out of the bunk and let it sleep on the floor... and then give up when Kit doesn't listen the first four times.

Fox makes him wait until he has more experience before sending him off to his permanent assignment, which is eventually massiff scouts! In an AU where Order 66 doesn't happen/Fox doesn't die/insert other happy ending of your choice here, Kit helps oversee the breeding program for massiffs for the other troopers. He baby-talks each and every pup and helps find good homes for the ones that flunk training.

The entire Guard will maul, maim, and murder on behalf of the marshal commander's shiny. Their shiny now. They will be fighting for joint custody. Kit is aware of this and is absolutely 100% fearless as a result because what can hurt him when he has an entire army behind him? This stresses Fox out immensely.

He likes fantasy media that bears no resemblance to his life. He's in the dark about the worst of the way the Corries are treated, because Fox would protect him from anything, but he still knows a lot. Media is his escape to a world where maybe Fox wouldn't have anything to hide from him.

He can't watch/read anything set on Coruscant because there's inevitably some detail that the producer/author gets wrong and he's just >:| every time. Very strong feelings about it.

His other weakness is funny throw pillows. He only has one pillow, because there's only so much room in his bunk, but he has a stack of pillowcases as tall as his arm. You can keep a calendar by the regular rate that he switches pillowcases.

He cried when he got his face tattoo and thought he was a total wimp for it until he met another trooper with a face tattoo who validated that it was in fact extremely painful. (He also didn't think through the face tattoo. It was an impulse decision and design.) Fox thought that Kit was reapplying a sharpie doodle for three weeks, he's kind of embarrassed about that.

There's a second tattoo on the inside of his left wrist. It's an outline of a fox head, with a second smaller outline inside it. A fox and its kit :)

He's tried to grow plants several times but he's killed every single plant he's ever touched. He's a little bit genuinely upset about that because plants are so pretty and he really wants to have one.

He re-dyes his hair once a standard month so that his roots don't grow out too much. He's shaved the sides into patterns a few times but generally prefers his hair to be as low maintenance as possible so he doesn't really do that any more.

He didn't realise he was faceblind for years after being deployed to Coruscant. All the clones look the same and all the Kaminoans look the same, how was he supposed to figure it out before that?

Not great with heights, but only when he can see how far down it is. Put him on a bridge and he'll be nervous. Put him on a windowless troop transport and he'll be fine.

Fox literally gave him a stylus to use as a chew toy until they figured out what chewelry was. Kit's is, of course, red. He keeps it in his locker when he's on duty because he doesn't want to lose it or have it confiscated somehow.

[shieldherostuffs]

Naofumi being a witch before he was sommoned

YES, finally an excuse to share my Horror-ish Witch Naofumi AU (+ TheRuFumi) that's been hiding away on my discord!

Naofumi is a With without a cove, living on his own in a haunted and cursed forest where most others would quickly be driven mad or die, unless they take drastic measures.

Naofumi did so. He's too curious and hungry for knowledge for his and everyone else's good, that he was cast out for how little care of the consequences of practicing the cursed and forbidden crafts.

So, he went to the only place that could only assist and further his research on the forbidden crafts. If he learned more, maybe people would properly know why they were forbidden crafts, and maybe he could prevent many of the accidents that could happen when doing the crafts without the full knowledge.

Good thing he's not usually afraid of committing various horrors for his experiments and research.

Hell, two of the experiments that probably should've killed him ended with something vastly different.

He now has a demonic girlfriend living in his shadow, and an eldritch horror boyfriend living inside his body, whose real form is that of a cloud of pure smokey fog of darkness dripping with blood, and countless crimson red eyes.

Some of the other experiments didn't have the same positive results, though.

The skin of his hands are now stained a permanent inky black for trying to deal with Fae and Octafolk blood at the same time for a potion. His eyes will forever cry tears of pure ink, already having left prominent black marks on his face from the first time when his eyes stung like a thousand fires, for trying to mix merfolk's pearl tears with the scales of an undead dragon. His whole left leg, and left arm up to the elbow is pure wood and plants, though they function like normal human limbs, for trying to enchant the remains of a dryad with the use of the fur of a celestial fox's tail and a zombie's flesh. The plant parts withers and becomes black at his wrist. And, he has little nubs of premature horns on the sides of his head, hidden by his hair, for trying to perform magic on the horns of a haunted and cursed ram. His skin is littered with shatter-like lines shifting between dark gray and silver, from when he summoned L'Arc and Therese.

However, his dear L'Arc and Therese always try to assist and provide what they can for his experiments, and take away any residual darkness from the experiments, strengthening them, and in exchange lengthen and share their life force with Naofumi, letting him live much longer than the average human.

———

Being summoned to another world was not what Naofumi expected to happen when he'd gone on one of his rare outings outside the forest. He'd been wanting new books to fill how new shelves for a while, and had gone to a faraway bookstore to look.

He's picked up a book with a peculiar sense of magic around it, and had a few moments appeared in a different place, books completely gone from his grasp, standing inside a magic circle with three other people, surrounded by mages in identical robes.

And, there was a Shield stuck to his arm.

Before Therese and L'Arc could come out, Naofumi rubbed his knuckled across the knobs of his lower spine, through his clothes, a signal to both of them to stay hidden, and that he's alright.

As he followed the other three who'd been summoned alongside him, all wearing different and strange clothing, and the head mage, he tried to examine the Shield on his arm. Focusing on it, he could feel immense, different powers coming from it. Interesting.

As they arrived in the throne room, Naofumi noticed the scornful, distasteful, and trustless snarls and glares sent only his way. He was now glad he'd chosen to wear his veiled hat and gloves. If they already disliked him just from being there, he wasn't about to give the more reasons to hate him.

Instead of outright planning with L'Arc and Therese, Naofumi met with them in his dreams, where Therese showed that she'd managed to keep the book that summoned Naofumi, for him to read through and study.

Later, Naofumi would discover that while his affinity for magic is about the same as before, his skills and affinity for potions and enchantments have become drastically higher, and he's ready to take full advantage.

———

After the whole thing at the castle, and turning down any party members, Naofumi wanders into the forest, and the first thing he does is start finding and comparing the herbs and plants in the book he bought with the ones he finds in the forest, and keeping as many as he can. He gets even more excited when he learns of the Plant Shield Series, which lets him grow and level up the plants with magic.

So excited, that he doesn't notice the balloon monster clinging to him until L'Arc's distorted voice whispers it inside his ear.

Inconspicuously, he feeds them to his shadow, and discovers that L'Arc and Therese are both defaulted to his party members, letting him gain the EXP they do as well. Seems like he doesn't even need to hire party members anyway.

——

The next morning, he's dragged to the castle and his hood ripped off, leaving him for everyone to see. They stare is shock and horror at his face and hands, the only parts revealed.

He's called a monster, thrown around, and accused of things he did not commit.

He may delve in the dark and forbidden, the dead and haunted, but he does have morals, alright? Even he wouldn't take anyone against their will, plus, L'Arc and Therese can satisfy his needs in ways no human or demi-human ever could.

——

He ignores the stares and glares as he walks the streets, face hidden by his veiled hat once again.

In the evening, Naofumi goes walking through the dark streets, having changed into a sleeve-less cloak with a large hood and a high collar to conceal his face.

He follows the feeling of darkness and despair, and ends up in a slave tent filled with people with various degrees of different animal features, some more human- or beast-looking.

In the end, he leaves the tent with directions and advice for the best dark magic and curse masters and sellers, and a sick slave in tow.

With a few simple potions, of which Naofumi knows the recipes back to front now, Raphtalia is fully healed. The first few days, they don't converse much, other than Naofumi getting gear, clothes, and food for Raphtalia, and holding her when her night terrors appear. A simple spell to ward off nightmares seem to help a bit.

Then, Naofumi tells her he would like for her to help him as the Shield Hero. If she doesn't want to, she doesn't have to, and he will set her free. But, if she wishes to, he will teach and protect her from whatever may wish to harm them. But, she must become prepared for many horrors ahead.

In the end, she accepts, and that evening by the fire is spent teaching Raphtalia to read and recognize a few regular plants.

As they progress, Naofumi teaches her more and more, and she tries to soak the knowledge like a sponge, though sometimes she doesn't understand.

After the fight with the dog monster in the mines, where Naofumi let Therese take down the monster with one swipe of her jewelled hand, Naofumi decides to introduce Raphtalia to his two otherworldly lovers.

Therese easily slithers out of his shadow, merging from the darkness into her beautiful and horrifying form of flesh and jewels mixed together into her being, strong and indestructible, and yet beautiful and lovely.

Naofumi turns his back to Raphtalia as L'Arc's form crawls its way up his body and through his throat, out his mouth, accompanied by black goo (Naofumi has yet to identify it as anything by to help L'Arc leave his body) as a few ink tears escape his eyes, drawing the lines on his face darker again. Once he's finally out, L'Arc dons his human forms, and Therese as well. Though, there's simply still something distinctly non-human about them.

Raphtalia is terrified at first, hiding beneath his cloak, before he explain them to her, that they're there bonded to him, to keep him and those under him safe at all costs. Slowly, she warms up to them, but she'll never get used to how L'Arc leaves and enters Naofumi's body through his mouth.

She isn't allowed to see their real forms, as it would simply be too much for any mortal not bonded to them to comprehend. She would go mad if she saw them.

Later, when they get Filo (before the first wave, Naofumi always wanted a familiar), she is much less scared, and keep talking about how they have some 'Funny Energy' around them, that she thinks tickles when she gets close.

As they fight the first Wave, Naofumi lets L'Arc and Therese pose as his party members to help fight. They all gain many levels then.

———

At some point, Naofuim also curses Myne and the King with some minor inconvenience curses, that to nobility and royalty have been known to absolutely humiliate them.

———

When meeting and fighting Glass, she's wary of the Shield Hero calling himself a Witch. In her world, witches are known to make any demi-human they deem useful their slave.

But, Naofumi shuts that down, telling her that he doesn't commit any kind of bonding or binding without the other party's consent.

With their powers and warped morals, the two some to respect each other, even when fighting to kill.

———

When Naofumi finally gets his revenge, the trial again Myne and the King, when they're forced to kneel before him in front of countless people, Bitch is forced to do so by her slave crest. But, Trash refuses to kneel before someone who won't even show his face. He will not kneel unless he's sure that he's kneeling for the actual Shield Hero and not some imposter.

Before the Queen can shout again, Naofumi rips off his veiled hat, leaving his face bare for everyone to see the black tear lines running down his cheeks, and the gray and silver crack crawling up from his neck.

"How do you know that I'm the Shield Hero, even after seeing my face? The only people I've shown my real face to before today, is my party." Naofumi says

He was getting tired of wearing that hat everywhere he went with a risk of seeing people.

He does not mind if these people fear him now. If they didn't already, they really should've.

———

When fighting against Kyo, Naofumi becomes interested in the book his holding, and silently asks Therese to see if she get can it. No one notices when a part of Naofumi's shadow slithers away along the edges of the room to merge with Kyo's.

Moments later, Therese comes up behind Kyo, holding him stuck as she tries getting the book, but it appears to be stuck to him.

After some fighting, Kyo manages to escape, and Naofumi and his party manages to hurry and follow after him and Glass.

Though somehow, whatever Kyo does, it makes Naofumi forcefully get separated from L'Arc and Therese, who both end up with Glass, while Naofumi finds Kizuna.