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[emeraldthelynx]

Gift for @livmadart because Arsène won't leave me alone.

Ran let a long-suffering sigh out through her lungs. Of course Dad was drooling in front of the TV for A Yoko Okino show.

Again.

Conan was making himself happy with a thick mystery book on the couch, smirking to himself as he came across sections with clues. Really, he was just like Shinichi, trying to guess the mystery before it was solved. Sometimes she really had to wonder… There was a small, but rapid-fire knock on the office door. It sounded like a little fist. Conan rose his head in confusion. Ran looked down at him. "Conan, did you invite one of your friends over?" she asked. Conan shook his head, staring blankly. "No." he said. Ran looked back at her dad for a moment, then sighed. He was still drooling over the TV. "I'll go get it." she said. Conan's voice spiked urgently as she turned the knob. "W-wait! Don't let him-" The door swung open, and a little boy with a face just like Conan's burst into the room.

"Big brother! I found you!" he said. Ran whirled around, and her dad stared dumbly away from the screen. Conan's eyes were big and he frankly looked freaked out. "Ki- Arsène! I told you to stay at home!" he yelled. The clone, Arsène, dropped his bag to the floor of the office. "But, big brother! How can I stay at home when you're having such amazing adventures without me?" He grinned, eyes flashing a cheeky look. "Besides, you get to meet my hero, Kaito KID! I've got to see him, brother! I've just got to!" he said. Conan glared, and shot off the couch. "No Kaito KID!" he yelled, and started to chase Arsène. Arsène shrieked with laughter. "Ke ke ke! Catch me if you can, brother!" "I've caught you once, I'll catch you again!" "The number of time you've caught me is zeer-o!" "I'll use my sneakers!" "Meanie!" Ran stared at the sight of the two first-graders chasing each other around the couch in a state of half-shock. Her dad slowly straightened out. "The brat has a brother?" he said. Ran looked at this Arsène boy. He looked identical to Conan, if you excluded the bird's nest of hair and the missing glasses. "It looks like it?" she said. Conan lunged for Arsène. "You little KID!" Arsène twirled deftly out of the way, and Conan sprawled onto the floor. The twin looked down at him, brushed his bangs out of his face, and smiled politely. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss Ran." he said. He flicked his wrist, and a blue rose appeared. He grinned. "It's magic!" he said. Ran took the rose, looking at Arsène carefully. "Th-thank you." she said. She looked at Conan. The little boy was rubbing his head, and glaring at his apparent twin. "Conan, you never told me you had a twin brother." she said. Conan glared at Arsène. "That's because I don't like him." he said. Arsène plunked himself down on the couch. "But I like you, tiny detective! I told Papa that I'd be okay staying with you instead of traveling with him, so here I am!" he said, smiling wide and innocently. Dad stood up from behind his desk. "It's not 'okay' for you to be staying here, brat! I'm already taking care of your troublemaking big brother, I don't need another one of you around!" he said. Arsène frowned. "But Mr. famous detective Mouri! My brother has so many adventures with a the great detective! I want to have adventures too!" he said. Dad snorted, but it was clear Arsène was working to his ego. "Little brat. Fine! But you'd better pull your weight and not get in my way on a case like your big brother!" he said. Conan crossed his arms. "Make him go away, uncle!" he said. Arsène ignored him, and instead bounced up to Dad's desk. "Can I call you uncle too, Mr. famous detective?" he said. Dad groaned, and leaned back. "Sure sure. Now stop interrupting me, you're making me miss too much of Yoko's show!" he said, and turned back to the TV. Arsène stood on tiptoe to watch for a minute. Conan slapped his forehead. Ran bent down to him. "Conan, do you really hate you brother this much? You really should of told me you had one." she said. Conan pouted. "But, Ran! Arsène is a lot of trouble! He bugs me as much as Kaito KID!" he said. Ran thought she might of imagined Arsène looking back for a quick moment with an irritated look that wouldn't have been out of place on Shinichi's face, but ignored it. Ran picked up Conan.

"But you still like the challenges that the KID makes, right? So you can't dislike your brother so much you can forget about him. Isn't that right, big brother Conan?" she said. Conan frowned, turned away, but Ran could tell by the way he relaxed his body that he had accepted his fate. Arsène turned back from looking at the TV. "Miss Ran? Can I go up too?" he asked. Conan's body went rigid. "No way! You're not allowed to touch Ran!" he said. Arsène smirked. "Protective much, little detective?" he said. Conan glared. "Little KID magician!" "Tiny tiny detective!" "Meddling magician!" "Nosy investigator!" "Rule breaker!" "Teacher's pet!" Ran slowly felt a headache build in the back of her head. Oh boy, she hoped she wouldn't regret this. She belatedly realized later that Shinichi didn't have a twin brother. Well there went that theory…

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Dreemurr of Demons

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Asriel ventures back to Hometown while on the trail of trying to find out what happened to Kris, and stumbles across an unusual man who's all too excited to share his demon-warding knowledge! But it's unclear so far whether this knowledge will actually be of help to him...

Yaaay all done with this series back with the Dreemurrs! This one was definitely the longest, but also had some important info! What I'll tackle next is a mystery to me right now...

Alt text for these pages is under the read more:

Page 1 Panel 1: Exterior shot of a back alley in Hometown, with old barrels and boxes stacked behind medieval buildings. Asriel walks down the alley, wearing a striped shirt, glasses and scruffy blond hair, and carrying a large canvas bag over his shoulders. The annoying dog trots happily beside him.

Panel 2: The annoying dog drops his nose to the ground, sniffing at some interesting smell.

Panel 3: The dog bounds off ahead of Asriel to a haphazard collection of trinkets, boxes, jars and displayed charms, all partially covered with colorful cloths. A man is kneeling under one of the tent setups. Asriel walks to catch up with the dog, asking, "What's got your interest this time, dog?"

Panel 4: The man pops up from his odd collection and turns to Asriel with arms spread and a big smile. He has short curly hair, and is dressed in a medieval robe with a cape slung over his shoulders, and bone designs in his sleeve cuffs. He answers, "Just the finest assortment of handmade charms and magical meals made by yours truly, THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" The dog happily circles Papyrus, tail wagging.

Panel 5: Asriel is a bit taken aback by the introduction, but waves in greeting anyway, and responds with "…Oh! Howdy!" The dog sits in front of Papyrus, panting and wagging his tail.

Page 2 Panel 1: Papyrus leans down with a big grin to pet the dog and ruffle its face. "What a bright and clever fellow! Such a sweet face!"

Panel 2: "You're a good, good boy, aren't you?" Papyrus continues. However, the dog glances over to the side, as something has got his attention:

Panel 3: It's one of the charms Papyrus has on display: a large femur bone decorated with paint, beads and feathers.

Panel 4: The dog leaps up and snatches the charm in its mouth. Papyrus looks agape at this thievery, eyes cartoonishly wide. "Wh-HEY! That's my SPECIAL demon-warding charm!"

Panel 5: The dog goes running off further into the alley, the bone still in its mouth. Papyrus shakes his fist at it and yells after it: "You thieving scoundrel! I take back all the nice things I said about you!"

Panel 6: Papyrus quickly turns back to Asriel with a more apologetic look; even now he can't be too mean. He says, "I apologize, I didn't mean to yell at your dog. I'm sure he's normally better behaved!" Asriel waves off the apology with tired bemusement. "No, it's fine. He's not really my dog." Under his breath, he adds, "He just keeps following me around for some reason…"

Panel 7: Papyrus stands back up and gestures to his odd collection. "In any case, you at least are welcome to my little shop-in-the-works!"

Page 3 Panel 1: Papyrus leans in close to Asriel, observing him, and getting a bit into his personal space. "You look a little familiar, though! Are you perhaps related to Mr. Dreemurr?" Asriel nervously adjusts his glasses, and replies, "Heh, yes. I'm Asriel, his son."

Panel 2: Asriel holds up a hand and gives a little sideeye to the alley around them. "But, uh…I actually don't want my parents to know that I'm back in town, so I'd appreciate you keeping quiet about me being here."

Panel 3: Papyrus mirrors that sideeye, hands on his hips, as if recalling some recent incident. "Ahh…I know well the trials of avoiding family. Especially when they decide to try out some terrible new jokes."

Panel 4: Papyrus makes a lip-zipping motion with his hand and mouth. "Not to worry, my lips are sealed!" Asriel smiles back, and says, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Panel 5: A wider shot of the two still standing within Papyrus's collection of tents and trinkets. Papyrus asks, "So, if it's not to see your folks, what brings you back around Hometown?" Asriel glances around them, and replies, "I'm looking for something. Or well…kinda hoping I don't find something here."

Page 4 Panel 1: Papyrus points up one finger, looking as if he's already solved this problem. "If you don't want to find it, then looking for it seems rather counterintuitive!"

Panel 2: Asriel looks a little taken aback by that logic. "Yes, well… Okay you have a point, but…"

Panel 3: Asriel keeps glancing behind him, as if expecting to see someone there. "This is kind of the next step in a trail of research I've been doing."

Panel 4: Papyrus puts a hand to a chest and puffs himself up, imitating his heroic poses from Undertale. "Well, if your research involves handmade charms and tasty foods both designed to ward off demons, evil spirits and the like… Then I'll be your most cited source!"

Panel 5: Asriel crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows, intrigued by this. "Really."

Panel 6: "You know a lot about demons, huh?" Asriel asks as he sits himself on one of the rugs within the tent setup. Papyrus keeps up his self-congratulatory pose. "I, the Great Papyrus, am a bonafide expert in such subjects! Sad that so few around here seem to recognize my talents."

Page 5 Panel 1: Asriel holds his hands up, willing to follow this strange thread wherever it might lead. "Well, I've got a question that all my research hasn't been able to answer for me, so perhaps you can…"

Panel 2: A pause as Asriel holds on to his thoughts, hands closed in front of his face. Papyrus sits down on the rug across from him.

Panel 3: Asriel lowers his hands, his face deeply serious. "How do you kill a demon?"

Panel 4: Papyrus looks back at him with an equally serious expression, then…

Panel 5: The seriousness is gone as he gives a casual shrug, and gives an answer. "Oh, that's simple. You don't!"

Panel 6: Asriel looks a little bit baffled, and disappointed. "…You don't?"

Panel 7: "No, silly. They're immortal, like angels!" Papyrus keeps up the casual shrug, as if this information is obvious.

Panel 8: However, Papyrus then seems to become aware of why this is being asked. He looks around the area frantically, his head whipping back and forth. "Why?! Are there demons around here that my detection flatbreads missed?!" Asriel offers an amused smile back. "Heehee… no, I don't think so."

Page 6 Panel 1: The seriousness returns to Asriel's face as he scratches at his nose, lost in worried thought. "I just…have this real bad hunch. I'm trying to prepare myself for all potential outcomes."

Panel 2: Papyrus ignores the seriousness of the situation, and just seems impressed. "Preparation! The hallmark of the truly intelligent!"

Panel 3: Asriel is still set on getting some information, and continues his questions. "Thanks. So, if you can't kill them, what do you do about them?" Papyrus holds up a finger again, happy to keep explaining: "Well, you got two options! First, you can banish them back to their own plane!"

Panel 4: Papyrus continues, "However, that's really only the ideal option if you're the one that summoned them in the first place. Otherwise it's a whole ordeal." In the background, Papyrus's point is illustrated with a little graphic of a cult member holding up a hand in rejection of a demon within a summoning circle. The demon looks confused and perturbed by the rejection.

Panel 5: Asriel says, "I see. What's the other option?" Papyrus continues his explanation across the two panels: "You bind the demon to something! Quickest and easiest thing to do is bind them to an object! Buuut, problem with that is, if your object gets broken or destroyed, now your demon's free and even angrier than before."

Panel 6: To illustrate his point, another background graphic shows a shocked human with a broken jar in front of them. A demon rises out of the remains of the broken jar, looking angry and ready to strike.

Page 7 Panel 1: Papyrus again continues his explanation across two panels. "Hardest and most time-consuming thing to do is to bind them to a place! Good option if you have the prep time, but then you can't really use that place anymore. Better pick a restaurant you hate and hope no one there minds you standing outside it chanting for three days straight."

Panel 2: To illustrate his point further, a scene (perhaps a flashback) shows Papyrus with his arms raised outside of a restaurant, supposedly chanting angrily at it, while another person stares back at him from the doorway, hands on their hips in annoyance.

Panel 3: Asriel watches as Papyrus finishes up the rest of his explanation: "Aaaand, last thing you can do is…bind the demon to a person! Which…"

Panel 4: Papyrus stops suddenly. For the first time, he looks actually disturbed and hesitant.

Panel 5: Asriel watches quizzically, waiting for him to continue.

Panel 6: When he doesn't continue, Asriel tries to prompt him on, tilting his head towards him. "…And?"

Panel 7: Papyrus quickly waves his hands in front of him, smiling nervously, clearly trying to dismiss the whole idea. "But you know, we don't need to go into the details of that!"

Panel 8: Asriel says nothing, but remains in nervous thought, one hand covering his mouth. It's clear that this is sticking in his mind the most.

Page 8 Panel 1: Asriel remains sitting with a hand to his chin in thought, but Papyrus has moved on to better advice. "But as I always say, an ounce of prevention's worth a pound of cure! You're much better off trying one of my charms or meals to-go!"

Panel 2: Asriel lets himself smile more at this suggestion. "Y'know? I'm sold. And also a bit hungry."

Panel 3: Asriel gets up, and drops a handful of coins into Papyrus's open hand, which Papyrus looks at in surprise. Asriel says, "Give me your best demon-warding meal."

Panel 4: Papyrus stares down at the coins in his hand, his eyes cartoonishly big and shiny, full of excitement. "WOWIE!! My FIRST ever sale!" he says with a big smile.

Panel 5: Papyrus leaps up and begins to rummage through some of the boxes and barrels around his collection. "This calls for my finest delicacy!" Asriel watches him from a few steps back, and mutters under his breath, "…First ever?…"

Page 9 Panel 1: Papyrus straightens back up, gesturing to a small sack that he is holding in one hand. He looks pleased with himself. "Spiced candied yam bites, from my home country!"

Panel 2: "Each one will purge you of evil spirits for a whole ten hours!" he continues. He hands the small sack off to Asriel, who takes it from him and says, "Sounds like a good deal." In the background, the annoying dog pops back up from behind some other boxes, holding something in its mouth.

Panel 3: Asriel hefts the bag over his shoulder again, and holds up the sack of treats in acknowledgement of the exchange. "Well, I know where to come if I need more info and good charms."

Panel 4: Papyrus stands proud, both hands on his hips, happy at being able to spout off his knowledge to a stranger. "Yes, yes! Tell all your friends about the fantastic advice and the culinary masterworks of the Great Papyrus!" he says excitedly.

Panel 5: Asriel heads off back into the alleyways, and waves goodbye to Papyrus. The annoying dog follows close behind his steps. Papyrus enthusiastically waves to the two as they leave, and says, "Safe travels to you and your annoying dog!"

Page 10 Panel 1: Papyrus turns back to his collection of trinkets and boxes with a determined look, hands on his hips. "And now to see where that criminal canine buried my special charm…" he says to himself.

Panel 2: While continuing on through the alleyways, Asriel opens the small sack and pulls out one of the candied yam bites.

Panel 3: Asriel glances back down at the dog, and notices that he's carrying something that's making a tinking noise. It's partially hidden from view. "Oh boy, what did you steal now?" he asks with a wry smile.

Panel 4: Asriel takes the yam bite and pops it into his mouth with a crunch…

Panel 5: …Only to then make a face, his eyes wide and his mouth scrunched up, as if tasting something indescribable.

Panel 6: "What IS this flavor?" Asriel asks to himself, although all but his back foot are off-panel. The focus is on the annoying dog, who is shown to be carrying a strange, heart-shaped metal lantern on a chain.

[2-dsimp]

How’s Mr.big bird when he’s in rut, especially if he’s already in a established relationship with the reader?

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♬ 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕩’𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥. ℍ𝕖’𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖.

♬ 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕤𝕖; 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣, 𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕤, 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕤, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕦𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥.

♬𝔹𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕡𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣. 𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕. (𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕)

♬𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕪 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕟𝕦𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤.

♬𝕀𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤. 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙��’𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕚𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖.

♬ 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕩’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

♬𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤 (𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤/𝕛𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕤/𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤) 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕖. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕖’𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖.

♬𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕩 𝕀𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞. 𝕎𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕒 𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞, 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕤/𝕖𝕔𝕥.

♬ ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟.

[wingedqueenlynx]

Slight? spoiler for Arkham Shadow.

The real reason why Jonathan Cranes eyes are so fucking red- is not only drinking 20 cups of coffee in one sitting or chain smoking. But it's a secret third option smh

Like-

MF IS HUFFING THAT SHIT!

He is so fucked up in the head- I love it

[browngurl99]

In 2024 Olympics, a pole vaulter did a record breaking jump and ran straight to his girlfriend to hug her after that

don't think about ash and eiji don't think about ash and eiji don't think about ash and eiji-

[skrunksthatwunk]

thinking about how eiji's a pole vaulter and how ash talks about eiji "flying" and how eiji's associated with bird imagery and how eiji's free (unlike ash) and how eiji comes in on a plane and leaves on a plane and how ash cannot fly, ash cannot be free, how nyc is ash's prison, and how ash is the leopard who dies climbing the mountain, unable to live at such elevation, how he was trying to reach the sky and be free but was always stuck to the earth, how he chose to die instead of climbing back down, how he chose to die where he could see the sky and hope and freedom almost like a bird with eiji's letter right in front of him rather than letting everything go wrong and ruin it once again, how eiji's a failed pole vaulter anyway, how a bad fall ruined his career and grounded him (physically and emotionally), how it took flying to america and meeting ash and needing to save him and skip for him to try flying again, how he landed hard and harsh and still the thought of that escape compelled ash to protect eiji at all costs because if he could fly that means something to him, even if he doesn't think he can fly, how eiji is the manifestation of his hope and how when he breaks and asks eiji to stay with him a while he folds himself over his legs and weighs him down and traps him and grounds him, how ash fights like hell to keep eiji alive not because he thinks he can be like him (hopeful, flying, innocent), but because he makes him forget the gravity of his situation, and so he can see eiji fly again. how he wants to see him escape. how eiji is a bird and ash is a wildcat and how ash never once saw eiji as prey. how eiji never saw ash as a predator. how it is eiji's naivete that first endears ash to him, how it is his freedom and flight and removal from darkness and his ability to leave that darkness that really roots eiji in ash's blood as something essential to him keeping on living in this hell of nyc. how it is that distance from the violence and that hope for the future that ash chooses to surround himself in as he dies. how ash dies in a dream because he feels more than anything that he can't fly like eiji, that he can never leave. how his violence is a part of him and will be forever, how it weighs him down. how he wants to enjoy the view from the mountainside rather than looking up from the ground below. as if they can both fly. as if he is with him up there and not grounded. eye-to-eye with what he can't have, seeing eiji's homeland: the sky. how he dies trying to reach the top because he couldn't take retreating and trying again. how ash, tired and tired and tired and convinced it will go on forever if he crawls back down the mountain, chooses to close his life deluged in eiji, in eiji's insistence that they can fly together, in eiji's hope for him and for them, in eiji's beautiful dream. how ash dies without trying to realize that dream. how ash, in dying, destroys it.

[monsterhugger]

i'll always prefer manga canon banana fish bc i think setting it in the 80s means there are a lot of things present that add to the story that are absent when it's set in the 2010s (homoerotic 80s action movie outfits, griffin being implied to have been drafted vs joining the military by choice, general lack of cell phones or computers usable by the general public, etc) but i think there's something to be explored in the idea that ash is going through all this during the AIDS crisis AND the satanic panic. like obviously there would be fallout in the 2010s but we get like two pages in the manga about the government's reaction to dino's operation being exposed and like. oh my god it would be fucking insane. it would be so much more fucking insane than we ever see

like i think yoshida made a very conscious decision to avoid mentioning any real politicians so the president is kind of this like. nebulous fictionalized US President character but like. imagine if it was fucking Reagan denouncing a pederasty ring with ties to the republican party. like. what even.

ash makes like one mention of "if i had [an STD] it would have spread through half of congress" and that hits like a ton of bricks. there were already cases of right-wing politicians found to be HIV+ from presumably consensual gay sex, imagine the added wrinkle of credible connections between the US government and a gay child trafficking ring. like. oh my god being gay in the banana fish universe would suck even more absolute shit

[tsfennec]

A lynx gryphon, inspired by @scarvenartist's Ganrok. :D

[iceywrites]

There's firsts for everything.

First time to be confessed to, first time confessing, first time to be given flowers, first time going on a date, first time studying together. Eiji has given Ash more first times than he can count.

Today is the first time he wakes up before Eiji. Ash shuts his eyes, hoping to fall asleep again. He gives up in five minutes. Instead, he readjusts Eiji's hand on his abdomen and turns around to face his boyfriend.

Ash's heart is filled to the brim with adoration at the sight. His usually fluffy hair is somehow fluffier in his sleeping state. He snores softly, unbothered and careless of the world around him.

He softly runs his hands through his partner's hair, careful not to wake him up. Eiji scrunches his nose at the touch of Ash's finger but relaxes soon after.

Ash kisses his own fingers and transfers it to Eiji's nose with a gentle boop.

That wakes Eiji up.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up."

Eiji blinks himself awake and rubs the sleep off of his eyes. "You couldn't sleep?" He asks in thick, broken and accented English. Ash once again thinks that it might be too early for his heart to beat this way.

"No, I slept just fine. Don't worry."

Eiji hums and stretches his hand to check the time on his phone.

"There's still time," Eiji announces and readjusts himself so that Ash is pulled closer to his chest. Eiji kisses the top of his head. "Sleep some more."

Ash gets comfortable and pulls Eiji even closer, making him chuckle softly.

And just like that, all of a sudden, he's fine to sleep again.

[redux-iterum]

Lynx Has a Question!

Lately I've been ruminating on the interplay of xenofiction and fantasy. Warriors technically slips into contemporary urban fantasy, same for Silverwing as far as I can tell, Feline Wizards is from a hidden magical world urban fantasy setting, Firebringer is historical urban fantasy, Watership Down isn't quite fantastical enough to warrant the "fantasy" label (if we could split hairs, I'd argue it's magical realism), and Ga'Hoole is outright fantasy, but it's post-apocalyptic so it slides by on thin ice. In a mundane earthlike setting, how much magical/supernatural garbage are you willing to let slide in a piece of xenofiction? Does it depend on medium (book, graphic novel, video game, movie, TV series, etc etc)? Does it depend on species? How knowledgeable should humans be in the supernatural elements because we've all made jokes about the farmers from Smoky and Floss' barn noticing the Great Battle!

[chaoslynx]

handwriting gay fanfic on scrap paper while clocked in at my day job send help

[emeraldthelynx]

More Writing

This picture by @livmadart made me want to write a short little thing so badly. So here's another gift, even though it's a lot shorter than the one I did before.

Heiji realized that there was a problem with Kudo. Asides from the usual problems. (Even though he'd finally been un-shrunk.) It was usually little things, like the way he tended to sit on counters or tables when listening to people instead of staning around. He also tended to swing his feet when he did so. Heiji wisely chose to ignore that quirk, he did not want one of those crazy soccer balls hitting him in the face. Those Conan habits were gonna be hard to break. There was this one Conan habit that was annoying, but at the same time, really useful. Heiji glanced back. "Oi! Kudo! What're ya waiting fer? We're goin' to the witness' house right now!" he yelled. Shinichi was sitting in his, Conan, thinking pose, with his legs crossed and his chin resting on his hand. Heiji groaned. He darted over, and hoisted Kudo under his arm. It wasn't until he'd gotten halfway back to the car did he realized he had a Conan-time habit too. Heiji chuckled humorlessly to himself. 'Oi oi.' He was so used to carryin' around Kudo when he was still shrunk an' all that he'd picked him up even while un-shrunk. That Takagi guy stared at them as Heiji lugged Kudo to the car. "A-ano… is he alright, Heiji?" he asked. Heiji looked down at Kudo. He was still thinking, chin resting in hand. He hadn't even realized that getting lugged around by somebody else was abnormal yet. "Yeah he's good." And with that, Heiji shoved Kudo into the car and left a very flustered Officer Takagi to drive.

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Parasite Problem

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

After Susie is severely injured in a major battle, Kris elects to take on a very difficult and dangerous task to help her out with a smaller problem.

PHEW this comic has felt like it's been taking me forever to do, and I've still got more left to finish, but hopefully all the rest goes smoothly!

[2-dsimp]

How would lynx react if I tied him up and teased him by wearing something he likes or just being an teasing asshole to him

Lynx the Harpy Would hate it.

The Singer refuses to be on the receiving end of being tied up under any circumstances. He’s a free birdy and he plans on keeping it that way. Would be extremely fussy and complain a lot should you attempt at tying him up. He’d also demand a lot of compensation for going through such a traumatizing experience.

[thinkingofausername]

god i love fanfiction. every time i remember fanfiction exists i feel the world is a better place. people like fictional characters so much that they write kinder experiences and endings for them. people are so moved by other people's stories that the grief becomes so real it has to get healed. people have enough empathy to give it to people who don't even exist. people look at characters and wish to give them love, safety, care. i love fanfiction.

[lynx-224]

guys!! first (somewhat) hate comment on ao3 i’m so proud of myself

did i eat in my response yes or no