#mint the critter

[dogwithrabies34]

Mint the critter

This is my crittersona I made that was originally just gonna be a smiling friends oc but I pretty much just turned it to my main sona

Also I ship him with Charlie Dompler cuz yeah

(Yes I have a body pillow of him..)

[mintsuwu]

please how did you come up with her design I've been trying to make a design for my poppy playtime oc but it always ends up looking like rubbish please give tips😭😭

Hello, thank you for asking! Truth be told is that it took me a bit to figure out how to do LoolaLamb in general, she didn't come out too well on the first try xD I had to tweak a couple of things in her like the hair, colors or snout.

Initially, I wasn't quite sure of what animal picking for her, but then I went with the lamb idea for a few reasons:

- When I was little, I used to have a lamb plush I used to love dearly. Sadly I don't have any pictures to show since I no longer have it with me so I tried to look for one that looked similar on the Internet- But that was the main inspiration for her character. And since the Smiling Critters have their own plushies as well, I thought it would be interesting to make one of them after a real toy. I also took reference from other characters in media that were based on sheeps, like in Pokémon (Flaaffy & Whimsicott).

I would always recommend using references if you ever don't know where to start with a design. And in the case of a Poppy Playtime OC, you can look for references if you desire as well, or even turn a beloved toy of yours into a character, anything works!

In many cultures, the lamb is a revered symbol of innocence, purity, and sacrifice. It is often associated with religious connotations, particularly in Christianity, where it symbolizes the embodiment of Christ's innocence and the sacrificial lamb offering redemption and atonement for humanity's sins. I simply liked the symbology of this because I'm always a sucker for that when it comes to creating characters;;

This was mainly due to lore reasons, her association with Catnap, a follower of an entity, the Prototype, whom he workships and would do anything to get its blessing. LoolaLamb "sacrified" her voice for the Prototype (well, it actually was that Catnap took away her voicebox with that excuse).

Her name "LoolaLamb" is a word play for "lullaby", given the role she was going to have in the Smiling Critters line, a replacement for Catnap who would have a similar role as his, except that instead of using a gas to make people fall asleep, she would use her voice. Sheeps and lambs are also heavily associated with sleep and dreams, given the advice: if you can't get to sleep, just “count sheep” until you drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Sheep are wanderers. It's their nature. Even in the best and safest of places, places that provide protection, water, and food, sheep are known to wander off, get lost, and sometimes eaten by predators.

Her color pick was mainly because even if the smiling critters have more or less the colors of the rainbow and there are already two blue colored critters (Bubba Bubbaphant being more of a neutral blue or azure and Craftycorn cyan or aquamarine), I noticed that there were no dark blue or indigo colored ones. My first idea for LoolaLamb was to give her more violet colors, given her correlation to Catnap, but at the same time I wanted her to stand out amongst the others, being a little more of her own character, so that´s why I ended up picking a different color pallete for her.

And those are pretty much the basic things I had in mind when creating LoolaLamb! Of course it doesn't always have to be so elaborated with all characters, but I'd always recommend to find references, information, symbolism, anything that might help you with the creation of your character in case you don't know where to start or are simply stuck!

I might not be the best when it comes to explaining things but I hope this has helped you and I wish you the best in your creative process, anon! 🙏🏻💖

[tastierwithsweetiecritters]

Hoppy Hopscotch - Hoppy MintScotch Info

Desserts:

Mint chocolate chip ice cream

A chocolate ganache, pistachio muffin for a tail

Pendant:

Bubblegum

House:

Carrot Cake

Roof is mint gum

Notes:

Hoppy loves any kind of sport but she has to be careful not to overdo it or she might start to melt.

She and Kickin are best buds even though they sometimes get on each other’s nerves.

Picture of Hoppy done by @bo-bo-bean

[sylvanian-affirmations]

The Beths - Passing Rain 🐻💖

[clover-seeds]

i guess houseflies can pollinate too!

[red-eft]

this garter snake is so fucking beautiful

[tetibright]

(via Cute colorful happy critters life saver® mints | Zazzle)

[madako98]

More Redesigned Smiling Critters!

With these redesigns I also changed their scents and these are my reasons:

Catnap (Lavender)- He’s still the same, as lavender is a calming scent meant to help people fall asleep.

Dogday (Oranges)- Nothing about Dogday’s original design screams vanilla. And it’s a boring scent for a character who has quite a strong personality, and no scent is stronger to me than the smell of oranges! Also, he literally has a sun pendent, and with my redesign I did away with those and gave him a sun on his face. I usually think of summer vibes, and associate a drink I usually get during the summer which is orange flavored.

BubbaBubbaphant (Bubblegum)- Besides bubble sounding fun to say with Bubba, there’s a reason I chose bubblegum. I remember when I was younger and in school having to take tests all day, and what did they give us to concentrate, bubblegum. I believe there have been studies done to show that chewing gum can help you concentrate, but don’t quote me on that.

HoppyHopscotch (Pepper Mint)- I kept her scent the same as well. From what I’ve read, pepper mint is actually an energizing scent used in aromatherapy.

KickinChicken (Roasted Peppers)- I hear the name Kickin and think of spicy, however, if you roast peppers (I was specifically thinking of bell peppers), they’re actually quite sweet, and smell amazing. And yes, I made him look more like a rooster.

BobbyBearhug (Rose)- Kept her the same as well. Her design SCREAM Valentines Day to me.

PickyPiggy (Maple)-…breakfast

CraftyCorn (Birthday Cake)- Honestly, it’s the rainbow horn I gave her, making me think of confetti cake! And I hate the smell of jasmine…

I still need to design their full body designs based on my recent poll!

[macaroni-and-pebbles]

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE BUT THIS IS THE ONE I’VE HAD LONGEST

okay so this card. it’s from something called buddyfight which stopped printing in 2020 i think? idk

i’ve had this one for AGES. nobody in the house knows what buddyfight is, and i only just really looked it up today

it’s the only one in the house, no other buddyfight cards are present. and I’ve had it for so long now

it’s occurring to me that this might be a funny thing to post online so here we go!

[Summary: Critter talks about weird shit that’s shown up or disappeared in its house] (read under the cut)

Critter Storytime!

So a little background about me. I’ve never really been one to question weird stuff happening. Even as a kid. If something happened it was just a little “huh. Okay then” then I went on with my life.

Now, sometimes the weird stuff that happened was stuff showing up in my room that 1. Was not mine, 2. I didn’t know where it came from, and 3. Entirely randomized. Other times my shit disappears without warning too.

The first thing that I really noticed had appeared in my room was, funnily enough, a skeleton key. It came with this little tag on it that said something about pirates or some shit (I didn’t question because my town has a thing with pirates so I was like oh yeah whatever) and it was in the corner of my room near the door. Naturally, being in like 5th grade or so, I went and showed it off to my friends and whatnot and didn’t think twice about it. But I only really had it for maybe 3 days before it disappeared again. I had put it down on my desk before bed and it was gone in the morning.

Another time is when a choker of mine disappeared one day with zero explanation or warning.(Keep in mind that I was a rather forgetful person, and still am, but I have searched quite literally everywhere and have not found it to this day even though this was years ago.) I had gotten it from a friend of mine maybe a week or so before, and really liked it. So I had worn it for a few days, and had eventually put it down (in a very obvious spot, mind you) for about a day or so because I just wasn’t really feeling it for the next few days. And then suddenly, like the day after I had left it out, it was gone. No explanation, I couldn’t find it anywhere. Not near my jewelry/accessories box, nowhere near where I had left it initially, literally could not find this thing. (Which sucks because even now I still really like the way it looked :/)

But another case of strange appearing things is a jacket of mine that I quite like and still have! (If you saw my other post today it’s the gold and black suit-jacket.) It appeared maybe a year or so ago if I had to guess(it was quite a bit ago, it’s been in my closet for a while) and again, I never questioned it. It’s a nice jacket, I can think of plenty of ways to style it, who cares. Free shit, right? I actually have no memory of when exactly it showed up, I just know I’ve had it for a while. And luckily it’s not disappeared on me yet :)

I’ve also has cases of my stuff disappearing for a few months or even a year(at most so far) and then reappearing right where I left them. This has happened with two different gloves of mine(especially the gloves, it happens so often), and plenty of art supplies. Shit just leaves sometimes for a little stroll or sumn then shows back up like nothing happened.

But anyways that’s my fun little storytime of how shit appears and disappears, and I never question it :))

if I think of anything else I’ll turn this post into a thread

[mintsuwu]

So what is Big Bad's role in Midnight Mysteries?

He doesn´t have much of a big role, but there is a case in a case that revolves around him! I´ll explain in a bit. Long story short he is still DogDay´s (named Douglas) adoptive brother in the AU, he wasn´t that much of a bully as he is in DS. In both universes, he loves his brother, but in MM his teasing was lighter. But after tragedy struck, the pup had gone missing (the equivalent of Angel found him and took him in) So he embarqued on a quest to find his brother, ended up stranded in a village where he would stay in the future, he met his future wife Serene, whom he had a child with (another is on the way during the events of the main plot) and became one of the most well known villagers around. BY THE WAY he did find out years later that his brother was okay! So they keep in touch despite Douglas being too busy.

The thing is that, in the story, a human is found dead in said village and Windford is framed to be the main suspect of the crime. Douglas finds out and asks Bernard and Rosie (Bubba & Bobby) to help prove the innocence of his brother.

[chimneyz]

It's been a month since Tommy left, Buck was still on his baking spree trying his hardest to not text Tommy. He's only witnessed Tommy bubbling him once but he likes to think Tommy has done it more than just once. Buck gets back home from a long grueling shift and finds a package on his doorstep, Buck wasn't expecting any packages and there was no return address, or any address, whoever this was from had to of dropped it off. Buck stared at it for hours before he opened it, to his surprise it was a porcelain husky (at least he thought it was porcelain) it seemed old and very much loved in a past life. Buck laughed at himself, he has always been compared to a golden retriever by others, but there was one person who said otherwise.

"No, no" Tommy smiled at him one day, "you aren't a golden retriever, you are a husky, fiercely loyal, intelligent, goofy, and yeah a bit of a yapper but loveable nonetheless." 

Buck kept it on the nightstand that was on Tommy's side of the bed. He smiled fondly at the memory.

Two months have passed, Buck was heading home after babysitting Jee-Yun for the night. when he got home another small package awaited him. Buck didn't wait to open it, he couldn't. Inside was a small frame with a press lavender flower inside it. Lavender, it was Buck's favorite, he didn’t think anyone knew besides a few people. 

One night early in their relationship, after an eventful night Buck held Tommy, he was resting on Buck's chest listening to his heartbeat.

"I don't care for roses," Buck muttered.

Tommy shifted to look up at Buck, "What was that sweetheart?"

"I don't care for roses, I don't understand why everyone likes them, they are so, so-"

"Boring."

"Exactly, you get it. Like yeah sure they are pretty but really, roses? You know what is a cool flower though?"

"What that?"

"Lavender," Buck insisted, "Did you know it's part of the mint family? A-And it's been used to help with insomnia since Ancient Greece. It also helps with pain. It is a very versatile flower, unlike roses."

After a moment of silence Buck looks down at Tommy, he stares at Buck with the brightest eyes and a gentle smile.

"What?" Buck chuckled.

"You are just so amazing when you talk facts."

Buck laughed.

The next time Tommy picked up Buck for a fancy night out he gave Buck a bouquet of lavender flowers. Buck was walking on air that night, he could hardly wait to pounce on his boyfriend that night with kisses.

Buck hung up the framed pressed lavender on his wall, he wasn't sure if he told Tommy the meaning behind lavender, it symbolized devotion.

By the third month, Buck was expecting a gift at his doorstep when he went home from a 118 barbecue at Athena and Bobby's new home. A big smile on his face grew as his eyes landed on another small box. Buck wasn't even at his door when he opened the box. A familiar rock rested inside it seemed to be cut in half, but this was not just a regular rock, a geode, white crystals glittered the inside of the rock.

A week before their six-month anniversary Buck and Tommy went hiking. They went hiking as many times as they could, they loved to look at the beauty of Southern California and observe the different critters they came across. On this hike Buck came across a rock, he was convinced that it was a geode inside and had to bring it home, he insisted.

"Do you know how cool it would be, to find crystals inside!" Buck exclaimed.

"Let’s bring it home then, "Tommy smiled fondly, "We can crack it open and see what goodies are inside."

Buck placed the geode on his coffee table as a new centerpiece. He knew that rock was something special.

By the fourth month, Buck couldn’t wait to get home from his shift. He knew there would be another package, his stomach sank as he saw nothing resting by his doorstep, not a single page, note, nothing there was nothing. Tears started to sting his eyes. He thought it was silly, to cry over something like this, he didn't need anything new, but still... pain starting to poke his heart. Buck went into his loft empty-handed, disappointed, and feeling more alone than ever. He got himself in sweats and started to order some takeout, he wasn't in the mood for cooking, not tonight. A knock on the door startled him, his food shouldn't be here, not yet at least. Buck opened the door, he couldn't help gasping. No, it wasn't his food, and it wasn't a package. It was him, Tommy stood at the door with a package in hand.

"Hi," Tommy smiled awkwardly.

"H-Hey Tommy."

"May I come in?"

"Y-Yes," Buck stepped aside gesturing Tommy to enter his loft, "Of course."

Tommy carefully stepped inside, Buck couldn’t help noticing the box was bigger. Tommy looked around the loft his eyes landing eventually on Buck as he closed the door and stepped closer to him.

"I um, I don't know if you know this but I-I have been giving you these gifts for the past few months." Tommy was nervous, he couldn't stay still and tried his hardest to have a smile on, but one that looked manic. he knew his forced smiles could make him look a little crazy.

"Yeah,"  Buck said "I knew it was you since the first package."

"How?"

"You are the only one who said I was more like a husky than a golden retriever."

"Oh," Tommy chuckled nervously, "I um have another one for you." He handed Buck the box and stepped away from him. "I-I have been trying something new since we... you know. I needed to put my energy somewhere but I couldn't stop thinking about you, I guess I didn't stop trying to think about you, I think maybe I didn't want to stop thinking about you..."

Buck opened the package, inside was a navy blue hand-knit sweater, it wasn't perfect and was definitely made by an amateur, but it was nice, thick, and soft. Buck smiled.

"You remembered."

"Yeah."

It was an oddly cold night in LA, Buck hated the cold, he covered himself up with plenty of blankets as he sat on the couch and awaited for Tommy.

With two bowls of soup in his hand, Tommy sat next to Buck on the couch handing him a bowl of homemade chicken noodle. "This was my mom's recipe," Tommy smiled, "On cold days, days where there was snow covering every inch of nature, my mom would make this soup, figured you might like to have it."

"I-I should be used to the cold," Buck complained, "I grew up in Pennsylvania Tommy, I shouldn’t find this cold you know? What I really want on days like these, is a handmade knit sweater, thick and soft, not scratchy, something to really snuggle with. That would make days like these bearable."

Buck now smiled at Tommy, sweater in hand, "You've been knitting?"

"Y-Yeah, I have been building up to it." Tommy rubbed the back of his neck nervously "Look, you can tell me to fuck off or whatever but I have regretted my decision since the minute that door closed behind me. I have been trying to figure out what to say to you, how to not give an excuse but explain. I panicked, I admit what I did was wrong and I will spend every day regretting it, I was scared of you finding out who I really am. You have me on this pedestal and I couldn't handle it, because you would find out who I really am and run. Everyone always runs, and I don't think I can stand another person I love running away from me so I ran, thinking it would hurt less that way. But it didn't, it was as if I ripped my own heart out and crushed it to nothing. And I cannot handle it anymore Evan, you are my moon. my sun, my stars, my everything, the love of my life, and I cannot go any longer without telling you that. If you want me to leave that is fine, I understand how I fucked up, but I just needed to tell you how I feel."

Buck stepped close to Tommy holding his cheek gently in his hand. "Tommy... you are like this sweater." Tommy raised an eyebrow not fully following. "You are not perfect, there are definitely some things to work out, but you are what I need, to hold me close, to keep me warm, to love me. I need you Tommy more than you can ever know. We may not know everything about each other and we are definitely imperfect but that doesn't matter, it doesn't define us. Our love is what defines us Tommy, and I love you."

"Yeah?" Tears started to pool in Tommy's eyes.

"Yeah."

Buck closed the distance between them with a kiss, a passionate gentle kiss. This was Buck's gift to Tommy. This may not be perfect between them but this is what they needed.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Jaime Reyes x girlfriend reader where she bought or found a beetle as a joke please 🪲

My kind of humour right there ngl 🦦🪲

I honestly didn’t know what to end this off with so if this comes off kinda goofy and dumb, then let it be goofy and dumb.

Entomophobia - the fear of insects.

Part 2

‘WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!’ Jaime screeched as he clung to your side, staring down the small blue critter that was mindlessly scuttling the expanse of the desk in your room, with a bug eyed expression while you stood there unfazed before shrugging your shoulders.

‘A mint blue beetle that I had found a while back.’ You answered nonchalantly as you left Jaime cowering by his lonesome as you wandered over to where the beetle was and carefully ushered it into your awaiting palm, before then turning back towards your freaked out boyfriend whom only looked even more freaked out. ‘I can see that’s a beetle but why do you even have that in your house?! Better yet, when did you find the time to look for one?! No that’s not important, what’s important is when was this idea brought about and -did I forget to mention- why?!’ Jaime squawked, almost tripping over his own feet as he tried to attempt to widen the gap that you were so adamantly trying to close.

When you asked him to come over, this wasn’t what he had in mind…

‘You brought that disappointment upon your self Jaime.’ Khaji-Da told him in his mind as the scarab decided to made it’s presence known, much to Jaime’s chagrin. ‘Oh yeah, I sure did, but I should’ve been at least given a warning prior at the very least.’ Jaime muttered, making sure that you didn’t hear him as he spoke back to the scarab. ‘I’m pretty sure I’ve just developed Entomophobia.’ He adds on in a whine just as his lips formed into a pathetic pout.

‘How can you possibly fear such an inferior being Jaime Reyes?’ The scarab practically scoffed at it’s host’s dramatics. ‘We have faced more difficult hardships then this, but if your so perpetually frightened of the damage this insect can do then I shall have not choice but to terminate-‘

‘Those questions will all be answered in due time, so say hello to little blue!’ Your voice cuts Khaji-Da off and Jaime almost felt his soul jump out of his skin when he noticed how close you have gotten in the time he spent talking to the scarab and automatically took a step back; only to realise his shock and horror that he had subconsciously backed himself into a wall and all of a sudden.

‘Jaime?’

‘Jaime?’

…

‘Oh dear, I’m sorry little blue but it looks like he has collapsed.’

[haosweater]

waiting in the rain

content: student! seonghwa x gn! reader, fluff, angst. inspired by my neighbour totoro’s setting. warnings: mentions and descriptions of death, some swearing, description of a panic attack.

summary: you and seonghwa were determined to get out of the dreary town you lived in and move to the city. unfortunately, sometimes things just don’t go as planned.

word count: 3.3k

note: another angst with hwa in it… no, i do not enjoy making hwa stans feel pain. i enjoy hurting everyone. get it right. (i started this back in 2021 and finished it today so it’s not proof read. forgive me)

it was raining again.

staring up at the sky, you hold your umbrella steadily. the transparent film allowed you to see how beautiful the sky was. white clouds float by slowly, their mystical tears staining the earth as a reminder of their ethereal presence.

your small village was close knit, but sometimes, suffocating. the villagers led humble lives as farmers, carpenters, florist, bus drivers– everyone was content with their simple lives. well, everyone except you and—

“y/n!”

you crane your neck to the right and smile. the rain patters gently against your skin, puddles surrounding you. there was not a single car in sight, the delightful smell of rain in the air. nature thrived in your small town– your home.

that pink hair is a familiar yet comforting sight. it’s accompanied with the scent of honey and mint, a melodic voice that would make even the coldest of hearts melt. his eyes shone like the fireflies at night, smile as sweet as the flowers in his parent’s own garden. park seonghwa was the definition of perfection. well, at least to you, he was.

you and seonghwa had this little habit that everyone in the village knew about.

every morning before school, you would meet him at the bus stop behind the small stream near your house. it had been that way ever since you were five; holding hands as you walk to school merrily, basking in each other’s warm presence.

“seonghwa!” you shouted, waving at him enthusiastically as he ran up and hugged you tight. “i’ve been waiting for like, more than y en minutes, where were you?”

seonghwa giggles. “sorry! i took a shortcut that joong suggested, but it took longer than i expected.”

you feign annoyance, huffing as you crossed your arms. “come on, y/n,” he whines. “forgive me, please? i have a special place to bring you to today.”

“what is it?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you. seonghwa grins, putting a finger against his lips. “a secret? really, hwa?” you roll your eyes.

“be patient,” he nags, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the forest. you can’t help but smile, looking adoringly at your best friend.

seonghwa pulled you through the forest, helping you climb the slopes swiftly. the sounds of critters and bugs filled the air, fitting for the environment you were in. it was a peaceful journey, enjoying each other’s presence, basking in the warm sunlight. a comforting feeling filled your heart, putting a smile on your face.

you trudged across the river carefully as seonghwa laughed, splashing water at you. “hey!” you shouted, sending a splash of water his way as he shrieked. “get back here, park seonghwa!”

“catch me if you can!” he stuck his tongue out at you childishly. scooping a handful of water up, you chase after the boy, water dripping down your arms. many would fail to believe you were both almost eighteen.

tossing the water at him, you giggle in delight when he yelps, trying to run off. “oh gosh, that’s cold,” he shivers as you scoff, dismissing him.

“stop being so dramatic, hwa. you’re not going to die,” you lament as he laughs, shaking his head. “anyways, where’s this place you wanted to bring me to?”

“right here.”

you follow his gaze, and gasp in awe. the sight before you is absolutely gorgeous– an entire field of forget-me-nots. the small, baby blue flowers swayed gently in the wind, as if putting on a dance for you.

“oh my god, hwa,” you can feel the grin on his face. “this is beautiful.”

he takes your hand, fingers intertwining with yours to pull you along. “come,” he encourages you with the gentlest voice ever. “there’s so much more to see.”

the field of flowers smelt like heaven to you. it was as if you were in heaven. you weren’t complaining– seonghwa was your guardian angel and really the only person you needed in this life.

“oh, is is absolutely magical,” you say, spinning around. “how on earth did you find this place?” you ask as he giggles. oh, his giggle is a soft melody that prances in the wind like a dandelion. it’s soft, sweet, ethereal– you wanted to bathe in it forever.

his smile is a breath of fresh air. “i just happened to stumble upon it one day after school. it’s like another world, isn’t it?” his gazes into the horizon with a smile. he looks down at you, eyes filled with care and love. “i don’t know how i got so lucky.”

you blush at those words, quickly looking away. seonghwa truly knew how to render you speechless. before you could process anything further, seonghwa grabbed your hand and pulled you along.

“dance with me, y/n!”

it was like you were dreaming. your feet moved clumsily along with seonghwa’s, trying to keep up. he held your hand and spun you around, giggling as you held onto his arms tightly. “don’t drop me!” you squeak as he dipped you down.

his face was extremely close as he leaned to press his forehead against you. “i’d never even dream of dropping you,” as you bathed in the warmth of the sun. you never wanted to wake up from this dream.

after prancing around in the flower field for a few hours, giggling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, you and seonghwa had to part ways.

“must you go?” you ask, a hint of sadness in your voice.

he gives you a soft, yet sad smile. “it’s okay, y/n,” he caress your cheek with the back of his hand. “i’ll see you again soon.” he pulls you into a hug and you melt into it, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. he smelled like vanilla and strawberries, a sweet concoction that made you dizzy with delight.

you pull away and try to mask your disappointment with a smile. he chuckles, ruffling your hair in a playful manner.

slinging your bag over your shoulder, you turn and wave to him. the boy waves back, walking further and further down the road. even after the pink of his hair disappears into the fog, you stare into the abyss.

“y/n?”

you spin around, surprised by the two voices you hear behind you. “oh! joong! yunho!” you smile as they wave at you. “what are you guys doing here?”

the blue haired male shrugged, stealing some chips from the taller boy who sent him a glare. “hey, y/n. school ended early today so we were on our way to that new cafe that opened,” yunho explained, offering you some chips.

“oh, shit, wait a minute,” hongjoong grumbled as he fished through his bag hurriedly. “we got our exam results today.”

yunho snickered at the elder male’s frantic behaviour. “our poor class president here was tasked to hand you your papers,” he nudged hongjoong who threw him a glare.

“where were you today, y/n?” hongjoong asked, handing you a stack of papers. “you got the highest marks for literature again,” he winked at you, pushing his thick-framed glasses up.

yunho sighs. “yeah, and i failed math. again,” he kicks a rock into the stream, watching as it sinks. “fantastic.”

you giggle “i was out in the forest with seonghwa the whole day,” you grin at the two boys. “we ended up venturing deeper past the stream and found a whole field of forget-me-nots.”

the taller male shoots you a confused look, shoving his hand into the packet of chips. hongjoong sighs and glances behind you. “y/n–”

“oh! i need to get home!” you glance at your watch. “my parents are going to kill me if i’m out past curfew. see you guys tomorrow!” you shout while running off as hongjoong let out a deep sigh.

“what on earth was she talking about? is she still…?” yunho’s voice trailed off.

hongjoong looks up at him, unsure. “yeah. i don’t know how to… i don’t…” he sighs yet again as yunho pats his shoulder.

“we’ll figure it out, hyung,” the brunette says softly. “it’ll take time, you of all people should know that.”

the older male can only bite his lip and nod, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. he knew all too well. truth be told, he hated that he knew it.

it’ll take time.

the next day, you woke up excitedly, hoping it would be a sunny morning. the soft pitter patter of rain disappointed you, but still, you got up.

you still got up.

as you got dressed, you texted seonghwa, informing him that you would be waiting at the bus stop. it was sort of dreary, really. that road was particularly hard to navigate in the rain, but you both knew it well enough– it was the road you trudged along every day.

opening your umbrella, you bid farewell to your parents before skipping out the door. the rain didn’t diminish your spirits. sure, a thick coat of melancholy rested upon your soul, but your heart reigned over it.

you skipped over puddles, skillfully avoiding the splashes cars speeding by created. humming a soft tune, you looked up at the sky with a smile. everything was going to be okay, as long as seonghwa was there. you knew it’d be okay.

as you approach the bus stop, you spot a figure standing near it. with a grin, you begin to walk faster, calling out your friend’s name. the rain was a extremely persistent, however, easily overpowering your voice. you inhaled a deep breath, ready to shout his name again, but stop.

instead of the usual pink hair, you see a head of blue.

hongjoong.

“what are you doing here, joong?” you ask, approaching slowly. he doesn’t reply, and you think he hadn’t heard you.

so you move even closer, about to call out to him again. it’s only when you kick a puddle of water, drenching your shoes that you realise hongjoong is standing in the rain, absolutely drenched. “hongjoong!” you stand up and grab his wrist. “you’re going to get sick!”

before you can do anything, he pulls you towards him instead. dropping your umbrella, you feel the rain begin to soak you, the cold feeling of water dripping down your skin engulfing you whole.

you let out a gasp, about to glare at the boy, but don’t. hongjoong was crying.

“j-joong?” you stutter out in shock. “what’s going on? why are you crying?”

“i’m sorry.”

hongjoong’s voice comes out as a whisper. he sounds so small, so meek, so timid– it genuinely terrifies you. never had hongjoong shown such a vulnerable side of himself.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he wails, knees giving out. “i’m sorry, y/n– it’s all my fault, i’m so sorry.”

his nails dig into your skin as he gasps for air. confused, you were trying to make sense of what hongjoong was saying. what was his fault?

what had hongjoong done that weighed so painfully on his conscious? why was such a bitter confession slipping off his tongue, to fill only your ears? a deep, profoundly vile feeling filled your throat.

your vision strayed from hongjoong.

when did the path look so dreary? so dark and lonely? this road was one that had filled your memories with joy, comfort, love and warmth. the sight of your best friend running down the gravel, careful to not slip clouded your mind. his pink hair bounced softly, his mere presence more radiating than the sun itself. the droplets of rain running down his face, that contagious, goofy grin of his— that was what you saw when you looked down this road, and yet… and yet it looked so different now. what had changed—

“he’s not coming back, he’s gone— he’s dead, y/n, and it’s all my fault!’

hongjoong’s wails startle you slightly. you’d never heard him sound so broken like that. “what are you talking about, hongjoong?” you say ever-so gently, taking his calloused hands into yours. he is almost inconsolable, his sobs and wails echoing alongside the soft pattering of rain.

the blue-haired boy looked up at you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “seonghwa is gone, y/n,” hongjoong’s voice is raspy, dry and aching. “please, y/n, you have to realise that he is gone.”

you sigh, rubbing your thumb gently over his knuckles. pushing his hair back, he sobs even harder. you allow him to muzzle his face into the crook of your neck, his tears staining your skin. the clouds thundered and roared at you both, as denial seeped deep into your veins.

no, seonghwa wasn’t gone.

“oh, joong, he’s not gone,” you whisper, stroking his head gently. “he’s taking the shortcut you showed him here–”

“no, y/n– he dead!”

hongjoong’s voice rang in your ear as he pushed you back. you look at him, the way he trembled from the cold. “he fell into the river along the shortcut i showed him and drowned, y/n! he’s dead!”

everything was a blur for a moment. the world went silent. the rain ceased. even hongjoong disappeared. nothing seemed to matter, except processing what he had just said.

seonghwa was dead.

“n-no,” you stutter out, a migraine beginning to form at the side of your head. “no, joong, you must be mistaken,” you blurt out, laughing nervously. “i just saw hwa yesterday–”

“y/n, please,” joong begged, holding your hands tightly. “he died last month, y/n, you need to accept that. he’s gone.

flashbacks. a flurry of memories came crashing onto you at the speed of light as you winced, grabbing your head in pain. the funeral, the crying, the coldness, the pain, the loneliness, the grief– it all came crashing down.

“no,” you whispered, clawing at your scalp. “no, no, no, hwa,” you gasped as hongjoong sobbed. “oh my god, no, this can’t be!” you shout, looking at your friend, hoping this was just a sick joke.

the look on his face told you it wasn’t.

staring at him, your body felt numb yet completely overwhelmed at the same time. your heart pounded against your chest, words stuck at the back of your throat. you didn’t know what to say, nor what to do.

so you ran.

hongjoong’s voice trailed off as you sped down the forest path. you ran as fast as your feet could carry you. as you passed the river, you glance at it, the image of seonghwa’s face flashing in your mind. you wince, tears streaming down your face as you pulled your gaze away.

you continued to run. the sounds of twigs snapped under your weight, leaves rustled as you ran through the woods. your chest heaved as you struggled to breathe, completely exhausted.

and yet, you kept running. you refused to stop. you refused to stop until you saw it. you refused to stop until you got to–

you stopped.

the flower field.

“seonghwa!” you shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks. you were breathless, sweat dripping down your forehead. “park seonghwa!”

the desperation laced in your voice was heart-wrenching. it was raw and scratchy, and painful. you spun from left to right, praying that when you turned around, seonghwa would be standing there, alive and well.

unfortunately, you only got half of what you wished for.

seonghwa stood before you. pink hair, pink lips, soft and kind eyes– indeed, that was park seonghwa.

but he was not alive.

you cannot stand to look at him. you choke back a sob, hand clamping over your mouth as you turn away. you knew that if you looked at him, you wouldn’t be able to control your tears.

“you have to let me go, y/n.”

it’s funny how his words sounded so different despite its familiarity. you turn to your left and stare at the pink haired boy who smiles, tears streaming down his ghostly pale cheeks.

“you need to let me go.”

damp cheeks. quivering lips. fists clenched so hard, they turned white. the air was still, tension thick. it was hard to breathe. you held seonghwa’s hands tightly, worried that he’d slip away the moment you let go.

“how can i?” you whisper, tears blurring your vision. “i can’t let you go, hwa. not when i’ve spent my whole life with you. how do i live this new life when all i’ve known is one with you?”

the boy smiles. it’s a sad, pitiful smile. you hate it. “you need to, y/n. i’ll always be here– in the trees, the flowers, the breeze,” he trails off. “in your heart.”

“but i need you here with me,” you sob. “how am i to go on without you? i’d wait in the rain for you forever, hwa. i cannot live without you.”

the tears that rolled down hwa’s cheeks shone like stars. “you’ll have to learn, y/n. time will heal you,” his breath is shaky and uncertain. “i’m sorry,” he whispers, hands cupping your cheeks.

you shake your head, putting your hands over his. “no, don’t apologise. please,” you beg, looking up at him. you stared into his eyes, biting your lip to stop it from trembling.

his thumb brushes against your lip gently, eyebrows furrowed. “don’t do that,” he whispered. “you’re hurting yourself.”

your grip on his shirt tightened as you stare into his eyes. god, how could fate be so cruel? why would the gods curse you with such tragic destiny?

the boy wiped your tears away, his own tears slowly rolling down his cheeks. you nuzzled your face into his hands, your gaze filled with desperation and desire.

with that, seonghwa swooped down and kissed you.

you held onto him tightly, kissing him back with the desperation that clung to you so desperately. he tasted divine– like white chocolate and strawberries.

you could feel his tears fall, your own following suite, but you refused to pull away. this is something you had wanted for the longest time, and you weren’t about to let it slip away.

alas, all good things have to end. you panted, forehead pressed against his. “don’t go, hwa,” you plead. “please.”

he lets out a sad laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead in an attempt to console you. “i have to, y/n,” he hums. “i’ll see you again soon, okay?”

you look up frantically at the sight of seonghwa fading away. “no! hwa, please, please!” you cry out, grasping onto him.. “what about all our plans, hwa? to leave this place? to get an apartment in the city? to live our life to the fullest together forever? what about all that?”

seonghwa was full on sobbing now, trying to hold onto you as well. “i’m sorry, y/n. i’m sorry, please hold me,” he begged and you hugged him tightly. “i love you, y/n,” he confesses. “god, i love you. you are the light of my life– my god-given solace. you’re my soulmate, y/n, and i’m so, so sorry. please forgive me– god, please.”

“seonghwa,” you whimper, holding onto him as he finally faded away. he had become one with the wind, the earth, the water– he was gone.

park seonghwa, your best friend, soulmate, and love of your life, was gone.

you let out a chocked sob, knees giving way as you fell to the ground. your pants were soaked with rain water and mud, but you couldn’t be bothered.

“i didn’t get to tell you i love you too.”

as the rain began to fall once again, you sat at the bus stop behind the stream. this small town was once a place you and seonghwa had always dreamed of leaving, but now you knew.

this dreary small town of yours, would consume your soul, as it did, his.

[tantei-chan01]

Sooo I hope you don't mind but I kind of thought about a few things about your au

And also made this little thing

I imagine Branch having some of this stuff with him

Like the medicine, I can imagine how dry his throat is from not using it or trying to mimic some difficult critter sounds

The emergency whistle for if he can't call for help or warning others when needed

just wanted to share these nothing more

I love this! Yes, Branch's throat does become dry or sore after years of disuse, and he usually carries around cough drops or mint leaves to help with that.

Branch can whistle at a very high note quite loudly by himself but does carry around a whistle that King Peppy gave him when he was still a trolling.

He also makes the critter treats himself to make sure they are tasty and healthy

[koji-haru]

Blue Feathers

[For @mintartem!! And based off of their version of guitarhero. Sorry for any mischaracterisations! 🙇‍♀️ Happy new year Mint! I hope you like the gift! I would've written you some odysseus/posseidon but I don't know enough to write about them, sorry 🥲]

Walking along the edge of the lake was someone of a small stature, their white robe flowing like silk in the breeze, their pale blonde hair gleaming like gold under the morning’s light. Hidden under the covers of the shrubs’ thick foliage, Adam slunk through the leaves and branches, his footsteps silent, any movement made with careful calculation as he trailed behind his unsuspecting target. Should the new differences he noticed on his best friend’s appearance give him pause and reconsider what he was about to do? Perhaps. But Adam was already far into the game to really consider those thoughts and observations. 

His target stopped in his tracks, possibly distracted by the playful critters of the garden. Regardless, this was Adam’s moment to strike. In three…two…one…

“Luci!!” Adam called out as he tackled the small angel in front him onto the ground before rubbing in some mud into the angel’s hair. “Ha! That’s pay back for last time!”

Feeling smug and absolutely satisfied at having returned the favour, Adam leaned back from his victim though he remained seated atop if only to see and savour his best friend’s pouting face riddled with mouth. The giggles that were gushing out of him, however, quickly died down as soon as ‘Lucifer’ turned around to face his ‘attacker’. Beneath Adam was someone who had skin as pale as snow, hair like the rays of the sun, eyes as blue as the morning sky, and cheeks stained by the kiss of a rose. At first glance, the angel beneath the first man looked just like the Morningstar. However, upon closer inspection, the angel that Adam had so ungraciously tackled onto the ground was most definitely not the playful angel that frequently visited him in the garden. Now that Adam really thought about it, his wings weren’t even of the same colour, his hair was of a different shade, styled differently as well, and as similar as his face looked to Lucifer, there was just something, possibly his expression and how he carried himself, that was undoubtedly not Lucifer.

“O-oh…” Adam stuttered as he swiftly got off the angel. 

“...Adam…” the small angel muttered, his tone carrying a hint of exasperation, though there was no sort of anger in them. 

“Sorry Michael! I, uh, thought you were Lucifer…again…” Adam said as he stood to the side, shuffling a little sheepishly, his cheeks a faint pink from embarrassment. “Sorry, it’s just that you two look so similar…”

With twigs and mud entangled in his once neat blonde hair, the whiteness of his robe stained with splotches of dirt and mud, Michael unhurriedly got off the ground, his expression impassive as usual. 

“That’s alright,” Michael said as he brushed off what he could off of his robes. “I suppose we do look quite similar.” 

Still feeling guilty, and wanting to make up for what he had done, Adam quickly closed the gap between him and the angel in order to help clean the mess that was currently Michael’s hair. Though, Michael’s hand suddenly stopped Adam’s helping hand, and with a light snap of the angel’s fingers, Michael’s dirt ridden appearance instantly returned to its original pristine state. 

“One reminder though,” Michael started, holding a pale finger up as he lightly flapped his wings, its blue and yellow hue reminiscent of a summer sky. “Lucifer’s wings are white with blue, mine are of this colour.”

Adam winced internally. Time and time again, Michael had always patiently reminded him of obvious ways to differentiate Michael from his brother, Lucifer. And yet, much to Adam’s embarrassment and frustration, he kept on the one for the other. It wasn’t as if he did it on purpose, it was just that his own excitement at having a visitor often hindered his own logical thinking. Honestly, it surprised Adam how patient Michael had been with him even until now despite the many repeated mistakes he had made.

Suddenly, Adam felt a hand gently patting his head. In front of him was Michael, his expression still impassive though there was a certain warmth that radiated off of the blue of his eyes. It was subtle, but Adam could feel the soothing gentleness coming from the angel as Michael consoled him in his own silent way. 

“By the way,” Michael said, shifting the subject onto another. “How’s your progress with that new instrument you were making?”

And just like how a rainbow appears after the rain, the gloom over his thoughts were blown away by replenished vigour as the thought of showing his new invention to Michael as renewed excitement filled his veins. 

“Oh! I just finished making it yesterday!” Adam answered, his voice like a happy chirp as he grabbed the small angel’s hand and began leading him towards the spot where he had left his new instrument. He decided to call it a ‘guitar’, inspired by his own best friend’s favourite instrument, the fiddle. The guitar, however, was much larger and was to be held and played differently amongst many other differences that Adam had added. It took him a long time to not only carve and design the new instrument, but also to actually make it work; fine tuning every small detail so that actual music came out of it instead of cacophonous noise.

He let go of Michael’s hand once they had arrived at his favourite tree, a large oak tree with branches weaving out in all directions, some reaching for the skies, some gliding onto the ground, the others hoping to touch the horizon. At the foot of the large tree, there laid a wooden instrument, freshly carved and newly invented into the young world. Adam made his way to his newest creation, picking it up with a gentle care akin to a mother with its young before proudly showing it off to Michael. 

While most of the creative work put into the new instrument came from Adam himself, the process of creating the guitar would’ve been much more difficult and would’ve taken much longer if not for Michael’s occasional assistance. Michael liked to brush off his assistance as simply nothing, but they were acts that Adam had most definitely appreciated. Like the making of his carving knife and how to not only properly use it, but also how to use it safely so as not to accidentally injure himself. Or how space and shape would affect how sound is made and echoed. There were many instances where Michael’s ‘little comments’ here and there provided Adam a fresh new perspective on how to tackle certain complexities he found himself struggling with. And yet, the small angel often stood on the sidelines cheering him on, unwilling to take his part of the grace of such achievements. 

“Great job, Adam,” Michael genuinely complimented as he gave the human a small clap. “It looks fantastic.”

“Do you want to listen to me play it?” asked Adam, the excitement shining bright in his golden eyes. 

“If you don’t mind.”

Adam, of course, didn't mind. If anything, he was more than happy to play it first for Michael. To share the beauty of music with his friend. One that always helped him. 

Sitting on the ground, his back against the giant oak tree and with Michael seated across from him, patiently waiting for him to start, Adam placed the wooden guitar on his lap before brushing his fingers against its strings. Music as gentle as the morning rays was released from the guitar, and as Adam continued to play some more, a melody was soon made. The easy tunes swayed carelessly in the wind, danced carefully between the foliage, frolicked amongst the grass of the meadow with each strum of the strings. Animals and plants alike spun and twirled and swayed to the music, a paradisiacal happiness filling their bodies. And yet, this moment, this achievement was only shared between the two, Adam and Michael.

—-

The midday sun’s rays scorched the scarred skin of Adam’s back, and yet the burning pain hadn’t reached him as he remained standing in front of his crops. His crops, one that he had so painstakingly taken care of, now a scattered mess of mushed and torn vegetables in front of him, most too ruined to be eaten. It seemed that a fight had occurred here last night amongst the wild animals, one that he had somehow not heard of. Though, it was more accurate to say that he hadn’t woken up from the noise despite having learned to sleep lightly. The continuous days of exhausting, back breaking hard work seemed to have finally caught up to him once more. It just had to be his luck that when he finally succumbed to deep sleep that animals would so happen to fight in his garden. 

Adam let out an exhausted groan as he ran a calloused hand down his face, the dark circles under his eyes getting worse with his passing day. The crops had been so badly ruined that he would have no choice but to replant all of them one by one. Thankfully, Cain had grown enough to be able to help him out, so at least the work would be somewhat easier. But that wasn’t what truly worried him. It was the fact that he had to replant his crops, most of which were fully damaged, meaning he had to grow them again, and that would take a long time for it to be harvestable once more. Even more worrying was the fact that Eve was carrying their second child, and would, understandably, need proper sustenance to ensure both her’s and the baby’s well being. 

A few years had already passed since his and Eve’s banishment from the garden. And life… Life had not been kind to either humans. The things they had to face and overcome, problems they didn’t even know were possible and yet, they still had to solve, pain and exhaustion amongst many other new sensations and feelings flooded their naive sensations in drowning waves. When Adam had to defend both himself and Eve from the once friendly wolf he had often played with in the garden. When he had to plunge a knife through a deer’s gut, its blood staining his hands red, just so they had something to eat. When he had to flay the skin off the bear, his sharp knife easily cutting through sinews and fat, so that they use the fur to protect themselves from the approaching cold. The first few months of life outside the garden was truly a punishment reflective of their grave sin against God.

And yet, years had passed and both Adam and Eve remained alive and have become stronger. Having learned from past mistakes and experiences, the years had made the two humans even wiser and more adept to their surroundings. They both had grown accustomed to the harshness of the earth and had even made life of their own, of which they had named Cain. Though, of course, despite the skills they had accrued over the years, some misfortunes were simply unavoidable. 

“Adam?” Eve called out from their small thatched house after her husband’s prolonged silence. “Is something wrong?”

Eve stood by the wooden door, one hand holding onto its frame as the heaviness of her belly, along with weariness from some of the work she still had to do, had been making walking a task more difficult than it should be for her. 

“Oh…” she said after seeing the ruins of the crops. 

“I…I’ll go check the traps I laid out last night,” Adam said, trying to be hopeful as he hid the slight shake in his voice. There was no need to stress Eve out even more when she already had plenty of things to worry about. 

“You set up some traps last night?” Eve asked, relief washing over her face. 

“Y-yeah,” lied Adam. He hadn’t set up traps last night, far too tired from having to both fix and prepare their house for the winter while also setting up some defenses against the wild animals. A bitterness for his own incapability simmered within him. If only he had not been so lazy and had instead pushed himself to finish setting up the defenses, then they wouldn’t be having this problem. Still, he had to provide for Eve, Cain and their incoming baby somehow. 

“Eve, can you get Cain to start replanting some of our crops?” Adam asked as he made his way to the small space he had made beside their house to collect his spear and knives. “I’ll go check on the traps now.”

“Alright,” answered Eve as she headed back inside the house to call for Cain. 

Meanwhile, Adam grabbed the things he needed and made his way towards the nearby forest to hunt, hoping that he could at least bring something back. 

—-

The leaves crunched one by one beneath his shoes with every step he took. Day by day, the light from the sun shortened as the night became longer and the darkness that came with it colder. Less and less animals remained active, with some beginning to forage for food to prepare for the upcoming winter. The freezing weather wasn’t arriving so soon, the midday sun’s rays still a scorching burn on his skin, though it was definitely far too late to only start planting crops. Adam only hoped that he could kill a large deer, or somehow maybe a bear, anything large enough with plenty of meat to last them the winter. 

He looked up, between the yellowing leaves and dry, prickly branches, the sky looked as blue as summer, the golden rays of the sun, though having grown faint through the months, still brightened up everything it touched. Such bright yellows and blues often reminded Adam of a dear friend he had back in the garden, one that hadn’t broken his trust. And while he wasn’t sure if it was possible, he still wished and talked to the skies hoping it would somehow reach his friend. On days such as this, where things seem to simply not work for him, Adam liked to share his thoughts to the sky similar to what he did before in the garden when Lilith ran away with Lucifer, and Adam had nothing but Michael to pour his heart out to. Again, he wasn’t sure if Michael ever truly heard him, but he liked to think so, if anything to at least lighten the burden on his heart. That, and again perhaps Adam was only being optimistic, but he often found himself in good luck whenever he did so. 

And so, maybe just maybe, Michael did hear the thoughts he sent to the sky. And if the angel did, Adam wished that he could somehow reply or respond in some way, especially now, when he truly needed some advice. 

~

Hours had passed and Adam finally dragged himself home. He had been fortunate enough to have successfully hunted a deer, caught two rabbits in the traps he set up, and even found some edible plants on the way back. Now, he simply needed to cut the meat up and salt them so they had something to last them the winter. 

As Adam trudged his way towards home, the silhouette of their house’s thatched roof coming into view, Cain suddenly rushed towards him with panic in his face.

“Father!!” cried out Cain as he hugged his father’s leg, unwilling to let go. 

Adam slightly staggered back, the impact of Cain crashing into him and the weight of the deer over his shoulders almost making him fall over. Carefully, he set the deer down to the side before crouching lower and placing a soothing hand on top of his son’s head. 

“What’s wrong?” asked Adam as he comforted his son. Thankfully, Cain didn’t appear shaken, but simply confused and anxious. 

“T-there are weird animals gathering by our house,” the small boy answered, slowly pulling away from Adam’s leg as the comforting presence of his father eased some of his anxiety. 

“Weird animals?” Adam repeated and was immediately answered with a quick nod from Cain. “Okay, I’ll take a look at them. Meanwhile, bring these to your mother, okay?”

Adam handed Cain the two rabbits he had caught and some of the vegetables he had gathered before carefully making his way towards where his son had approximately pointed at, somewhere just past their garden. And as he made his way towards the place, his garden coming into view with some of the crops already replanted, something truly odd came into view. Just a few metres away from his garden, stood a flock of hooved animals with thick, white, fluffy coats. Sheep. Sheep had suddenly gathered by his house, idly standing and grazing on the grass as if they had always belonged there. 

Looking around, Adam found no traces of predators around the area or anything else that might’ve driven the sheep towards his place. Sheep were an uncommon animal in the area he and Eve had settled into. And oftentimes, the only times he did find one, it was alone and separated from its flock, being hunted by predators, or already dead. Never had he seen them together in a large group, unbothered by their surroundings, since he had left the garden. 

One by one, Adam took slow, careful steps towards the sheep, wary of how their behaviour might have changed since the apple incident. He couldn’t risk being careless as he had been before with other animals he thought remained harmless, not after a deer had attacked him using its antlers, leaving him bloodied and bruised. Thankfully, he was saved by Eve then. Now, however, he couldn’t ask that of her. 

However, as he got closer to the flock, even having managed to touch one on the head, the sheep remained quietly passive as they continued to chew on the grass. For some bizarre reason, it seemed that they were here to stay. 

Looking around the sea of white fluff, something caught Adam’s eyes. Something out of the ordinary, something that definitely didn’t belong to sheep or any other other animal or to earth itself. A long blue feather stuck out of one of the sheep’s wool. And while it could just belong to any blue-feathered bird, Adam liked to believe that belonged to his dear companion in Heaven. Especially when he pulled the feather out from the wool, the silky softness of it, its colours a perfect blue shining mildly under the fading light of the sun. The distant familiarity of its shape, its weight, its texture, its colours, undoubtedly, it belonged to Michael. 

—-

Something bright struck Adam’s eyes as he slowly cracked them open. Hundreds of years on earth had rendered his body old and weary, his bones heavy against gravity as his muscles refused to be of any help, too torn and worn to do anything. And yet, when he woke up, his body felt lighter, unburdened by the hardships and scars of life on earth. The straw and wool bed he laid onto every night, while soft, felt even softer against his skin, the familiar pricks of a straw sticking out now completely absent as it was replaced by something plush that was both there and also not. The sensations that surrounded his body felt divine as if he were lounging high up in the clouds, far away from the severity of the world. 

It was almost as if he were in Heaven.

Wait. 

Adam snapped his eyes open, fully taking in his surroundings. His hands, his arms, his legs, all of his skin were free of signs of age, void of the scars he had accrued in his long life. His body was young once more, and as healthy as when he first opened his eyes in the garden. Looking around some more, all he saw around him were gold and pink skies, fluffy white clouds, a shining golden gate not too far from where he sat, and…a small angel wearing white robes. The angel had skin as pale as fresh snow, hair styled neatly light as the morning sun, eyes as blue as the unending oceans, and cheeks as bright as a rose. It was a figure familiar to him. One from a lifetime ago.

Within an instant, empowered by the sudden surge of joy and love in his heart, Adam leaped up from where he sat and hugged the angel in front of him, sending the both of them to fall onto the cloud. 

With a bright smile on his face, Adam exclaimed, “Michael!!”

A little surprised and stunned at Adam’s actions, Michael momentarily remained frozen on the ground as Adam remained on top of him, hugging him tightly. Their position immediately sent waves of nostalgia through him as memories of their time in the garden flashed in his mind. Then, a bright, sincere smile emerged from his cool features. 

“You didn’t mistake me for my brother this time.”

“No, of course not,” Adam replied, pulling away from the hug, a carefree grin on his face. “I could tell by the feathers.”

[lucin-kun]

Introducing the Twisted Critters! (8/8)

This is an au where the theme of the Smiling Critters were taken and twisted around to something different while still following said theme.

Information about them under cut

Hoppy Hopscotch/Flash (Oc): The trouble maker of the group. She is always up for a challenge, no matter how dangerous it will get. She is ready to try new things and do crazy stunts, even if she will break an arm. She is also a bully and will fight anyone and cause trouble. Even with her troublesome nature, she is a spark to her friend group and always ready to encourage them to do something new. Or beat anyone up who dares to hurt her friends.

Lesbian | She/They

Scent: Lime

Bubba Bubbaphant/Professor Iris (Oc): The smartest one of the group and the doctor too. He is very sarcastic and a very blunt elephant. He can and will directly tell you in your face the truth, doesn't matter how hard it will be or not. Despite that he still cares for his friends, even if he doesn’t show it. He has his own ways to show it.

Transmasc | He/Him

Scent: Blue Iris Flower

Picky Piggy/Blossom (Oc): The hard working one of the group. No matter how the weather is, she is always outside working hard on her farm. If she isn't working on her farm then she is works somewhere else like cooking, construction or manual labor in general. No matter what it is, she is the pig to do it. She is also naturally quite strong. Despite how hard working she is, she does want to make sure to atleast make some time for her friends.

Transfem | She/They

Scent: Orange

Craftycorn/Reign (Oc): The cold one of the group. Atleast that’s how she is known as from an outside perspective but if you get to know her she is actually quite the generous unicorn. In her friend group she is known as the generous friend, who knows all about fashion and will help you with your look. Tho she sometimes has a hard time fitting in somewhere because of her "outside appearance" and so closes herself off from the outside world. But her friends are there to give her the kick she needs!

AroAce |She/Her

Scent: Mint