#house of aja

[t1rkb]

My top 10 favorite shows

[alchemisticramblings]

Krel and Aja have six limbs and are therefore insects, discuss

[wazzuppy]

it makes me so genuinely emotional how uhl is so consistently and unconditionally protective of the tarrons. literally as soon as he learned that there was a coup in the sibling's home he vowed to help keep them safe and even just within the first season of 3below we see that in full force. he doesnt demand any proof of citizenship of the two or their family, and when birdie starts brewing trouble and accuses the tarrons of being illegal immigrants he immediately the defends the two. and even when they do get their student id cards, he uses them as a way of reaffirming to aja and krel that arcadia oaks is their home now and that theyre safe here.

3below is so good u guys

[idk-i-want-mcl-content]

Devon's route text after ep 4

Devon: I really liked talking to you. Outside of work. Candy: I feel the same way. It's good to get to know each other. And next time I will drive the bike! Or at least, i'll try... Devon: Haha. Fine, I guess we'll see how you do. I think I'll try to have my helmet on 😛 Have a good night.

[heartencasedingold]

LoL if Biden don't use crazy ass A'ja for an ad, squandered opportunity LoL

[changlingfamilies]

The Knights of New Avalon as students in The Owl House!

Close ups and explanations under the cut.

Steve is a witch and potions student at Hexside though he used to be in construction. His dad works at Glandus but Coach is the construction teacher at Hexside. He also plays Grudgby.

Krel is a human and is Multi-Tracking Bard and Illusion at Hexside. All the Akoridians are in the illusion track and use glamour stones to hide their ears in public.

Aja is a human and is in abomination and illusion at Hexside. She also plays Grudgby.

Toby is half human and is multi-tracking beast keeping and illusion at Hexside. He was born on the BI but still has some human features that he sometimes hides with a glamour stone. He likes to help his Papa with the animals.

Claire is a witch and multi-tracking bard and healing at Hexside. I had her do healing because, in Changling Families Adventures, she became the team’s field doctor when Barbara isn’t present or available.

Darci is a witch and Multi-Tracking healing and plant at Hexside. I headcanon that Darci grew up to be a social worker and therapist and thought plants and gardening would go well with that.

Seamus is a half-wolf demon and is in beast keeping at Hexside. His bio dad was a witch but his mother was a wolf demon. He now lives with his dads, sister, and uncle who are all ogre demons.

Mary is a witch in the abomination track at Hexside. Abomination is the closest there is to water and she could give Amity a run for her money. I probably should have made her blue streaks abomination…

Eli is a winged witch demon and multi-tracks bard and plant magic just like his mother would have had she the opportunity. He likes to make plants grow with bard magic. Mary and Toby are his siblings and Krel is his boyfriend.

Jim is a half demon and is in potions and abominations a Hexside. I combined his human and troll forms from Changling Families. I figured that these tracks would work for him on his way to take on Vendal's job as a school leader.

And, finally, there is Douxie. He's just a witch and a bard at St. Epiderm since it's said to be the private school in the show.

[plebeiangoth]

Frankly I'm embarrassed by how many times I've listened to this album, but damn if this isn't a great Steely Dan cover. Though let's be honest, this person heard Kid Charlemagne and immediately thought of Bob-Bomb Battle Field, because I sure as shit did

[vampirecatboy]

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Not me putting my old ass ocs in this fic where Aja hooks up with a stranger

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......only to have him reject them on sight lmao

(the half orc, February 2018)

(the tiefling, October 2020)

[lacewise]

Okay we know enough about ourselves as children let’s do adults (answer as many or as few as you want):

1) most impactful movie or show you watched in the last ten years

2) one skill you would magick upon yourself if possible

3) last book that really punched you in the gut—and if you read both one for fiction and nonfiction

4) one chore you would give many things to never do again

5) fictional house you would steal for you

6) media you would give many MORE things to enjoy for the first time again

7) one bad habit you would get rid of with the powers of a dying god (because that’s the only cure you can think of that would work)

8) one thing you’ve done or can do you you think society should build statues of you over

—Go!

[t1rkb]

Gun Robot

[alchemisticramblings]

inspired by this image ⬇️

[kestrelhill]

Hawkeye as community organizer

[sopafa]

Camelot, the center of this story, is ruled by Jim Lake Jr., trollhunter and leader of both the magic and human realm. The round table, is full with knights and ladies, from all the distant lands, willing to defend the magic and fight for what is right. The queen of these lands, is Claire of the Lake, a shadowmancer. A witch. Who is able to not only control shadows, but fill Jim’s heart with pure love.

Aja Tarron, monarch of the land of Akiridion, who, despite being part of the round table, lives in her own kingdom, as opposed to her consort (the knight Palchuck) and her brother Krel (who serves as Ambassador to the lands of Camelot).

From other kingdoms, and distant lands, we have other rulers and monarchies, who have signed the peace treaty of the lands of Camelot, and follow the traditions of caring for, protecting and preserving magic, as well as magical creatures and beasts.

Rosas, an island kingdom with milk teeth, created by the King Magnífico, as a sanctuary for those who want to escape war, and leave in piece. Witches and wizards are often seen in the kingdom of Rosas, after all, it was the first kingdom to be formed with a monarch capable of manipulating magic.

Arendelle, The mountain kingdom, known for its proximity to fjords and ice magic. The world knows well the story of the so-called snow queen, and how the firstborn of the royal house of Arendelle was blessed with the kiss of ice magic, to protect her people, and prove herself worthy of the throne.

And of course, the kingdoms of the champions.

From cities, to islands. The legend says that the purest hearts come from anywhere and anywho.

No matter gold, or silver stone, what is really important is the soul.

Berk, The center of the archipelago, the land of Vikings and fierce dragons, where beasts and men live together as one. Be careful with teeth, fire and weapons, who knows, they say that the least dangerous thing in those lands are dragons. Not for nothing, Berk has no enemies.

Dumbroge, legend has it, that the oldest souls and magic itself, comes from these lands. That the richness of its power is so high that if you stand still, you can see magic itself take shape. Unfortunately, past prejudice and persecution of magical creatures in times past caused a mass migration, leaving witches and entities in short supply in this area.

Corona, the land of the sun, an island in the middle of the Mediterranean, which is said to be rich in trade, art, minerals, and above all, raw materials for magic spells. Some say that its power comes from the sun itself. Others are just lucky. The truth is that nobody knows.

[genderqueerpond]

Oh yeah this really is the quick and dirty version of my usual infodump isn't it

Alexander James Adams: The Man, The Myth, The Legend:

Once upon a time, a boy was spirited away to faerieland and a girl changeling was left in his place. This changeling grew up to be a fairly successful bard, and performed music at Ren Faires and the like for ~20 years. However, in 2006, "sidhe" was faced with a conundrum: sidhe was tired, and wanted to go back to faerieland, where the boy she had replaced had grown up, and who was, meanwhile, discovering that he really really wanted a chance to.... exist.

(In fact, he had challenged the Faerie Queen to a duel, proving his worthiness and ability to do so, to "play better than the Sidhe".)

So the changeling released three albums in the course of a single year, all of them chock-full of trans angst, and then held a so-called "Farewell Concert". Sidhe explained that sidhe was tired, explained that sidhe had spoken with the Fae and they were going to grant a single wish, one that was important but which would require a sacrifice.

And then walked off the stage, and was never ever seen again.

Six months later, Alexander James Adams appeared, telling his side of the story and declaring himself the Heir to all of this, the Faerie Tale Minstrel. (this is a pun. look at the acronym.)

Now, this did baffle a good number of people, unsurprisingly since it was 2007 and this is a fairy tale.

Alexander (or Alec or AJA) went on to live his best life, creating new music, recreating old music, radiating trans joy and being literal sunlight in human form, as he is still doing today.

(although he never did regain his full former following size, as at least half of them never figured out what happened, which imo is a crime.)

He is now 60 and he is my biggest inspiration, role model, and, um, blorbo. He is an absolute treasure. I don't know what I'd be without him. I am insane.

In conclusion, LOOK AT HIM. Isn't he adorable? Isn't he an inspiration? Don't you want to give this man absolutely everything?

Also, if you want to hear him duet with his shadow-- check out Dance In A Circle, Close Your Eyes, or Come With Me, Sir

(huh I didn't mean to embed that differently than the others but whatever)

Also listen to March of Cambreadth, just because

and Midsummer, from his newest album!

If you want more of his origin story, check out From Neverland

and to die of trans angst, listen to Everafter (the changeling's final album).

Just all/any of it. But especially Making Of My Own.

Bracket H - Sixth Set

He of the Sidhe

“okay so. listen. this is the Official Canon Lore of the world's most iconic transmasc elder. It tells the story of how he defeated the Faerie Queen in a Fiddle Duel in order to escape fairyland and (re)claim his rightful place in the real world, from the Changeling who was so long ago left in his place, and whose music career he inherited (after proving himself Worthy in this duel, of course.) This is a legend of the grandest proportion and the man is iconic, as previously stated.”

Curiosity - JT Steam

“a homesick little rover”

[eepyuii]

to embrace and consume

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to enemies to lovers?

cw ; violence, choking, frequent mention of injuries and blood, blood drinking, hurt/comfort? angst??? kinda???

notes ; sorry folks, not a new frostbite chapter!!!! life still pretty hectic, preparing for college now but i’ve had this idea for a while now and i thought trying out a oneshot would be cool!!! :3

this is kinda like an alternate reality of frostbite where the reader and childe still grew up together but they do actually grow to hate each other instead of that pussy shit i wrote before LMFAO. perhaps in this instance the reader didn’t join the fatui or maybe moved away from snezhnaya??? idk and they face off like they did in the golden house

also bear with me with this idea… i got it from that video of the boxer’s laying down and rubbing blood all over each others faces IM SORRY I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS RLY COOL ;w; this is the steamiest thing i can write that’s not smut, i don’t think i could ever write smut

ANYWAY I HOPE U LIKE IT

small tip-taps of two children running simultaneously. uncontrollable giggles echo from either side. they run circles around each other, in an infinite futile attempt of catching one another— they care not, for the point isn’t to win.

silent, calculated footsteps. they’re slow and careful, like a predator and its prey rounding each other, or perhaps even two predators— they only serve to postpone the inevitable clash of claw and teeth, in which only one will leave alive.

ajax tackles you into a bed of snow that steadily cushions your fall. he falls on top of you with a ‘puff!’ and you’ve both gone past the point of any hope in containing your laughter, chests shaking against each other as you cackle. you feel your head grow warm from the excitement and exertion, the fluffy snow that surrounds it creating a pleasant juxtaposition.

right as the two of you have finally managed to catch your breaths, panting out the last few giggles remaining inside you, ajax’s mouth grows into a devious grin. he leans back above you, arms winding back behind him… and lunges down at you— his small skittering fingers tickling your sides in a vicious attack. you roar in unceasing laughter as you shake from side to side in a futile effort to evade your best friend’s tickles.

“aja- ahahah.. s-stop! i can’t- hahah.. can’t breathe!”

the first arrow is fired, you dodge— then the second, then the third. they’re shot almost rhythmically, very predictably into your previous position, like childe is expecting you to dodge them. his expression is unreadable, unrecognizable even. he’s entirely unrecognizable to you. thinking about it nearly distracts you from the woosh of his arrows around you and the sound rushing water as he charges the next one with hydro energy, but your instincts thankfully take the wheel and allow you to evade childe’s onslaught of arrows almost subconsciously.

you’ve long since given up on maintaining a poker face, as your expression had slid down into a frown of pure resentment. you hate him, whatever he is right now— not ajax for sure. it feels as though it’s been an eternity since that name last left your mouth, the fond familiarity that it set on your tongue long dead, much like the boy the name once belonged to. he’s dead now, he must be.

within a flurry of varied attacks, a particular sharp wave of water finally outsmarts you— you’re a breath away from successfully evading it when it slashes your bicep in a cut as thin as a hair strand with a sting that feels cold and ruthless against your skin. the coldness of the cut is quickly replaced with a seeping warmth, your blood slowly making its way out of the incision as you huff with frustration and finally decide to get on the offensive. your polearm swooshes through the air with heavy, vicious swings hellbent on landing on your opponent.

a millisecond after one of your swings lands on childe’s shoulder, he’s already reacting with a near animalistic growl and unforgiving slashes of his transformed hydro blades.

and so ensues a bloodthirsty back-and-forth.

it’s akin to a battle between birds of prey, or africanized bees— violently and ceaselessly, the two of you clash at the center of the battlefield and the sheer force of your exchange in hits and counterattacks pushes you back apart, sending either one to opposite poles of the arena. two magnets on the wrong end that insist on approaching each other by the pure drive of utter hatred.

childe, much like his namesake, still manages to find a window to be cocky and throws taunting words at you with an overconfident smirk. even as a living weapon of war, he doesn’t forsake his immaturity.

after feeling like you might die from laughing too hard, you finally obtain the advantage on ajax and his fierce onslaught of tickles and manage to push him off of you— he lands on the snow behind him with an equally cushioned ‘puff!’. you stand over him, half-triumphant and half-malicious with the intent of paying him back in full for his sudden attack.

ajax comprehends your wordless intention immediately and kicks his feet into the ground to slowly back away from you as nervous giggles leave his lips. like a reversed déjà vu, you wind your arms back to prepare your own tickling power— only now, as your in the midst of lunging down at your best friend, he disappears and you land face down on the snow, ajax’s roaring laughter ringing out from a distance behind you.

it doesn’t take much to spot the fiery blur of ginger hair, plus his favorite red scarf, zooming through the trees. you start chuckling once again and take off after him.

“get back here, ajax!”

“you’ll never catch me, slowpoke!” he taunts.

“all you do is run!” you retort.

a raspy grumble escapes childe, one that sounds a lot like the words ‘all you do is run!’, but you’re far too simultaneously tired and pumped with adrenaline to process it properly. thinking those words are truly what he said brings a burning to your chest, one unlike the physical injuries you’re sustaining— no, it feels more like the ache of a fond memory now long lost. you can’t bring yourself to remember why that would be the case.

you’re both exhausted at this point, panting uncontrollably, movements turning sluggish.

childe’s steps falter, knees shaking as if he’s about to fall, and he braces himself to summon the power of his delusion as violet sparks of electricity emit from him. you feel the hairs on the back of your head rise to attention as you tense up and prepare for the new challenge your opponent seems to pose— only for him to utterly fail.

being far too weak, the electro particles dissipate and childe’s legs finally give in when he falls to the ground with a miserable groan. shouldn’t have left his delusion as a last resort.

that previous seeping warmth of blood has since taken over your entire body as you’re practically dripping in your own blood, soon enough it’s far too much for you to handle and you join childe as you slump on the floor pathetically. the silence becomes deafening as both you and your opponent become far too incapacitated to do anything but pant and stare at each other with burning glares ridden with loathing.

you utterly despise him. how far he’s fallen, how much he’s done. all for the sake of a loveless ruler and the thrill of the bloodshed she promises him.

“i-i…” you mutter, voice strained and shaky, yet it still catches childe’s attention in full. “i hate you.”

those three words seem to irk childe to his very core, as his anger grows into seething growls completely rid of any previous composure. he roars ferally as he uses his remaining strength to launch at you, slamming you down into the cold floor. your head painfully lands against the hard surface and leaves you with an overwhelming ache in your cranium.

a shaky but determined hand rises to your throat and tries its mightiest to squeeze. your own hands immediately rise to fight back and push him away, feeling the air in your throat grow thinner and thinner. you instinctively panic and thrash under him, terrified that you might actually die by childe’s hands, like pathetic prey. your heart is drumming in your ears like it itself is drowning in a panic attack. oh god you’re going to die.

miraculously, your protests prove to be needles as the harbinger himself doesn’t have the strength to properly choke you to death—he gives up and resorts to just looming over you while choked, heaving breaths and coughs leave you, filling in the silence. within the dizzy haze that your head injury brings, your vision blurs for a moment and you’re almost able to see the shining face of a grinning, ginger-haired young boy above you. it’s gone within the next second.

you wonder if childe sees the same thing you do. you wonder if he, even for a millisecond, sees your giggly younger self beneath him. you wonder if that’s what makes him falter in his attempt to strangle you.

your questions seem to be sensed by him and wordlessly answered as he slowly lowers his forehead to yours, tired eyes falling to a close. his nose drips blood like a faucet and it lands warmly onto your face. you’re far too tired to bring yourself to care about it, you just close your own eyes instead. you remain like that for a while, just breathing in the metallic scent of each other’s blood. your wounds scream at you, you don’t listen— you listen to childe’s journey into regulating his breathing instead and subconsciously follow suit. you’re so unbelievably fucking tired, you’re 99% confident you’ll pass out underneath childe any moment now. there aren’t enough words in the world to explain what happens next.

a sudden wetness drags itself across your face and you perplexedly open your eyes to discover that it turns out to be childe dragging his blood-soaked face against yours, cheek rubbing onto your own and spreading crimson all over it— like a slobbering puppy. it’s utterly inexplicable.

just like how it’s utterly inexplicable that you don’t pull away. no, you laugh. you’d like to blame it on your delirious exhaustion, how you just stay and accept it. allow your blood to mix with his, more than it ever would’ve if you had just killed each other and been done with it. childe soon joins you with his own weak giggles and the two of you, for even a fraction of a moment, feel like children again.

it’s mindless, it’s silly, it’s uncaring. like you’re merely playing in the snow again and rubbing the melting snow that clings onto your faces on each other.

your hands irrationally rise to cup childe’s cheeks but you still don’t think to push him away, nor does he think to leave your touch. it’s utterly familiar and completely foreign all at once. though not as much as what happens next— in the harbinger’s mission to slobber blood all over you, your lips brush several times but neither act upon it. until childe finally decides to firmly clamp his mouth onto yours, like a parched man desperate for water.

he kisses you. and it’s okay, you’re okay. you’re both okay.

the sanguine soup that you two create inevitably to slither into your mouth and you gulp it down— it feels like the freshest sip of water you’ve ever taste. you must’ve hit your head catastrophically hard. you feel childe’s content sigh blow over you from his nose and realize you’ve got your own sigh of utter fulfillment to let out. perhaps this is more familiar than it is foreign, this subconscious affection. perhaps if you had had more time together, grown up together, you would’ve noticed the effortless childhood connection the two of you had would’ve blossomed into something more at some point. you know it would have.

you know this because you and childe seem to only kiss harder and deeper, pulling away only when breathing seems to be absolutely necessary and falling back in. drinking more of each other’s blood, intertwining further. the taste makes you nearly delirious.

you pass out from exhaustion in each other’s arms, both thinking that it might not be so terrible to be killed by the other’s hand if it means you’d get to consume each other so purely once again.

[themrsbueckers]

yall when chen made that 3 im ngl i almost became a football dad and broke my tv AND WHEN AJA MADE THAT LAYUP I TURNED INTO A FOOTBALL DAD AND RAN AROUND THE HOUSE SCREAMING