#moss out here yapping

[itzmoss]

its back to school time you know what that means

LISTENING TO THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL WHILE DOING ART LETSGOOOOOOO

i am also incredibly behind so i will have a lot to catch up on yipiee!!!

also i hate my schools art department... cus we barely have one...

ive taken literally all the art classes my school has to offer

this year i only have ceramics for the second half of the year 😭

my study skills/free period teachers are gonna have to deal with me just doing art the whole time...

this is devastating truly

how the hell am i... a student in senior year supposed to make a PORTFOLIO FOR COLLEGE when i dont have a fucking PORTFOLIO class...

like sorry there are only 4 people at this school that doesnt wanna do sports or stem

HELP 😭😭😭😭

[kei-ann8]

DAZZLING STARLET (Stanley Snyder x Reader)

CHAPTER 1: IN HINDSIGHT

''It's not part of the job description.''

She wasn't supposed to be part of the crew, more like Ryusui just happened to cross paths with her statue back at the Ishigami Village. 

The stone were covered with moss, has a few cracks here and there which is not a problem since there wasn't any missing limbs that won't be able to be glued back together. After they had arrived back to the village from their treasure island travel, they set their eyes on reviving [name] along with Tsukasa. 

Though hers and Ryusui's reunion were quite expected, she didn't imagined that her revival was marked with a travel to North America. 

''You're serious about this?'' [name] asked them, her eyes darting around the room as she was filled in with all the details that she had missed prior to her revival, ''I-I mean... you managed to do all of these...but reviving the world?'' 

It wasn't an ideal situation, to play a role of a savior in a stone world along with the petrification device in their disposal, [name] knew that this won't end well. 

And now, they're telling her about their plans which involves travelling all the way to America for a chance to see if the potential Ground Zero, the source, and all the possible solutions would be found there. Although the group is quite diverse in terms of knowledge and specialty, [name] could see that they lack a lot of things, especially when it comes to weapons. 

''No guns?''

''Nope. Limited ammo.'' Senku responded nonchalantly. 

''Alright.'' [name] said dejectedly, letting out a sigh as she began to assess over everyone else on the deck. 

The rest of the crew are taking their time to rest and unwind from today's work, some of them are drinking, others are simply eating their food, and some are training. To her, they looked like a bunch of young adults who had so much free time in the world and decided to spin the globe and it landed on America which they concluded as their next destination. 

As she took a sip of her drink, [name]'s eyes landed on her star shaped marks on her arm. From what Senku had explained, the marks are from the petrification and was likely weathered down over the years. 

[name] doesn't like it. Not one bit. 

There are various marks all over her body, some small while others are visible from afar. From her right arm, the back of her neck, her legs, and even underneath her eyes, it meant that she would be an easy target due to how distinct their patterns are. 

Ever since she woke up, those around her openly expressed how rare it was to acquire those marks, as they barely have any on their body. [name] sees it as flaws even though it added to her looks, but not like she could do anything about it. 

''I'll join...'' [name] said to Senku, who looked genuinely glad that she finally made a decision halfway through the trip, ''However, you do realize that I'm from America right?'' 

The scientist let out a chuckle at her words, ''Don't worry. Ryusui had told us about it.'' Senku said, his eyes glancing on the blonde man as he opened up the casino for the night, ''He won't stop yapping about -'' 

''That's not what I'm concerned about.'' She said to him, ''I want you to know that I will be taking this as a job, not just me voluntarily joining your group.'' 

Senku could only hum in response, not fully grasping her words. There were no records of her existence back in the modern world and in Japan, Ryusui and Francois are the only ones who seemed to know her very well. As the scientist looked at her more closely, if he had crossed paths with her back in the modern world, he would surely remember her face. 

With stories that Ryusui had told them, it reflected that [name] has a very curated life ever since she could remember. A very close confidant of the Nanami Conglomerate, but not well known enough to be recognized as one of their daughters. Still, she let the main family be on the spotlight while she simply lived her life away from it, and fleeing to America is a way for her to break free from everything else. But that wasn't enough. 

The family have various connections all over the world and [name] would still be on their radar unless she do something about it. If there's one thing the family hated the most, is involving themselves in politics and the government. Not because they didn't like how things are being run but rather it affects their business as a whole. Therefore, she joined the military once she turned eighteen and had been part of it ever since. 

''I may or may not encounter some folks once we arrive.'' [name] said, her voice soft as the scientist listened to every word she said. She was calm, as usual, eerily calm for someone who seemed to know what awaits them in the foreign lands, ''But I won't betray you if that's what you're worried about.'' 

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Weeks had passed and [name] had fallen into a routine along with the rest of the warrior group. They immediately began their training as a form of preparation of what may happen once they arrived in America, and also to teach them new skills that may be useful later on. The voyage wasn't easy as it require a lot of manpower due to limited time frame and rushing to arrive just in time for the harvesting of corn that Senku is after. 

In the training room on the 2nd floor below the deck, Ginro couldn't help but hide away in a secluded place as Tsukasa and the others began sparring with each other. [name] had been watching him for a while but she didn't say anything since he wouldn't listen to anyone but Matsukaze and his brother, Kinro. Instead, her focus are on Kirisame and Kohaku, who she admit is far more advance in terms of fighting skills, especially in their generation. 

Their entire schedule consists of training sessions and those who came from the modern world had taught them how to read and write Japanese, which won't be easy for those who never learned formal language throughout their life. Although the villagers speaks Japanese, the likelihood that they know how to write in that language is slim to none. Since their main mode of passing knowledge from one generation to another is through word of mouth, there are no written records or any kind of basis on what they know. 

Still, they tried to learn the terminologies used in the modern society as well as pick up a few English words here and there which could be useful somehow, [name] hopes so. 

As she hangs out with Homura at the upper deck, they were looking for signs that land may be near when she looked up and saw the pink haired girl signaled that she had seen something through the scopes. And just like she suspected, they are now nearing America. 

"It's been so long...too long." Ginro said while tearing up then cheered along with others.

"Land for our feet! And our bellies want meat!"

"Ha ha.... Of course." Ukyo said watching them from afar, chuckling as he sees them prancing around and celebrating, "We couldn't consume much meat on our long sea voyage."

"Hm. And with all our training, the battle team has been really craving animal based protein." Tsukasa continued while Kirisame visibly drooled on the idea of eating meat since all they had been eating is either seafood or desserts.

"Oh duh. We can probably hunt wild animal on dry land!" Taiju said, more like yelled, "What sorta beasts live in this continent?!"

'I got one in mind..... And he certainly live up to the name.' [name] thought to herself as everyone seemed unaware on what kind of danger awaits them.

"I wouldn't know since this is my first overseas vacay. Wa ha ha! Never thought my first time outta Japan would be like this."

"Vacay? Really?" Minami asks.

"Heh heh heh. Jokes like that are part of this peabrain's charm." The white and green haired scientist said.

"Look, past the fog." Homura said gaining their attention.

There are mountains of statues and some had already become one with nature. [name] noticed the silence that soon followed afterwards upon seeing the reality of the circumstances that they live in. Among all the petrified statues residing here on Earth, only a few had managed to be freed from that state.

But not everyone else was fortunate enough for that. Nature is neither an enemy or an ally and being turned into stone, being eroded away is a slow and sure way to die without having the consciousness of being alive.

"Come on people... We knew as much already." The mentalist said. "But I suppose, this is the first time we've ventured outside of Japan we have no way of really knowing what had become of the world. There was still a chance that our impostor Lillian's story could have been somehow rue-tay.'' Gen knew that the little white lie he had once told to everyone could have a chance of becoming true. But reality was quick to diminish that idea, ''That Japan was still petrified while the rest of the world had already been revived or even some countries had somehow beaten the petri-beam to begin with! Somewhere in our hearts... We we're holding on to hope! However faint it might have been."

Sensing the sudden change of mood from everyone, [name] quickly pinched Gen's side who shrieked from the pain. He looked at her silently asking what was she thinking but only gotten a glare from her.

"Read the atmosphere you dimwit. I appreciate the fact that you're trying to keep things within the boundary of reality but they just got depressed! You're a mentalist for god's sake! Next time this happen I'll-" [name]'s ranting was cut off by Kohaku, who spotted something.

"That cape jutting out.. I see a bunch of statues clumped together."

Gen mentally thank the blonde warrior for saving his ass and also for changing the topic of the conversation.

"You're right. But why?"

The question was answered by Senku easily, "Must've been a series of car crashes. A huge pileup. Then the cars eroded over time... leaving only the petrified drivers."

"But why were the cars under the water?" Yo asked.

"There must have been loads of cars around here. I passed by my own boat a few thousand years back." Ryusui said, remembering the time he had traveled here.

It's once marked the gateway to the Pacific. Cutting through San Francisco's fog with it's red brilliance. The Golden Gate Bridge.

"Right..." Yuzuriha muttered, "It's all gone now, though. Everything humanity have ever made."

"Deep down, we kinda thought that...this was our last chance for finding help."

"Don't look at it that way, guys!" Taiju yelled. "Once we find some corn and starting growing it...we can totally revive everyone in the world with the power of science!"

"Yeah." Senku said with hands on his hips. "We're gonna save 'em all. All 7.8 billion members of humanity."

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"We're gonna scour the land till our feet hurt real baaad... To find that corn!" Chrome said inside the lab.

"It'll be ifficult-day. The U.S. is absurdly vast." Gen said worriedly.

"We were always taking a gamble on finding any corn at all." Senku said while staring at the map. "But one spot near here could be the corn belt we're looking for. Since we arrived on the west coast, it had to be Northern California, enter San Francisco Bay and follow the sacramento river to where it used to be sacramento....."

"Slow down please, we don't all have encyclopedic knowledge of american geography." Gen said as he didn't understood one single thing that Senku had just explained.

"You mean we gotta follow this river to find corn? Why didn't ya say so?!" Chrome yelled.

"You're always ready to dive in and adapt, dear Chrome. The ideal search team leader...."

"It's nearly the time of the year where the corn will wither. I wonder if we make it on time." Ukyo said out loud.

"Yeah. That's the issue. But the earth experience called precession. Kinda like how a toy top starts titling as it spins. And the planet's rotational axis has tilted a little over three thousand and seven hundred years... It affected the Earth's climate in a way that will help us since the season is changing nine days later now."

"Oohhh."

"And extended deadline! Nice!"

"The downside is that climate change is gonna affect the ecosystem in weird ways. Let's just hope that no beasts decides to attack us."

"Actually, we would welcome a beast attack." Tsukasa said bluntly.

"Yeah." Kohaku said in agreement.

"Mhm..wait-what?"

Gen was looking at the window and saw a very familiar looking animal in the waters.

"Speak of the devil..as always, dear Senku. I should have ealized-ray. " The mentalist took a deep breath and continued. "It's not merely you have bad luck, you have none to speak of! You use your scientific mind to concoct the worst-case scenario and as soon as you utter it..."

The battle team appeared out of nowhere with serious expression on their faces, until they saw the alligators.

"Meat! Meat! Meat!" Kohaku and Yo chanted.

"So that's what they meant...about welcoming an attack." Ginro said finally understanding what they had stated earlier.

"Yes, I'm grateful for the circle of life." Tsukasa said with a blank expression on his face.

"How.... antastic-fay."

[name] stayed behind and let them handle the alligators by themselves. Her senses are telling her that she should, and she did just that. So far, nothing is wrong. It was calm before a storm, she mused. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. Senku has now found the corn he had been searching for and the land they've covered barely have enough evidence that there's a group of people residing in this continent.

"Now that we've stepped foot on the American soil... there's one thing we definitely need to eat!" Ryusui said, snapping his fingers.

Francois cooked the alligator meat while [name] serves them the burgers. Everyone had gathered around the campfire as they took a quick break. Things had been going well

"Senku." Tsukasa suddenly called, showing him what looks like the gut of the animal. "The alligator swallowed this whole."

The scientist caught it in his hands, "An ear of the corn? And just the special American variety we're after."

[name] saw what he was holding and muttered, "Corn City is where we're going?"

He nodded before handing her what Tsukasa had thrown at him, "Yes. We need these for the production of alcohol. The key ingredient for revival fluid."

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"We've only made camp dear Senku. And you're putting white cloth over a light?" Gen questions as the scientist continued his work.

"Wouldn't shining a bright light at night just attracts bugs?" Taiju asks.

"That's the point. And if my guess are right..." Senku trailed off as he saw what kind of moths he caught. "The European corn border moth subsists mostly on corn. Which means there's a ton of corns nearby!"

"A butterfly? How pretty." Kohaku muttered, staring at it. Insects isn't something she really paid attention to but she can't deny that what she's seeing right now is really pretty.

"A moth, actually." Senku answered nonchalantly, but then realized that Kohaku had mistook moths as butterflies. "Kohaku...and the rest of you villagers. Have you guys ever seen this type of moth before?"

"Hah! Come to think of it, no. Never. But I don't really pay attention to different types of moths." Kohaku replied with her arms crossed on her chest.

"These things love to snack on grains so...when humanity went extinct you'd expect this moth's population to take a serious hit." He looked at the moths dancing around the light, which is the opposite of what he expected this to be, "But look how many have gathered in less than no time. Seems way too many right? Enough to make one wonder if someone out there is growing a cornfield."

Taiju looked at the two scientists who have this troubled expression on their faces, "Wa! Ha! Ha! What's got you looking so gloomy!? I mean, we've got a whole heap of people to revive so finding out cornfield sounds like good news to me!"

[name] could only wish she have Taiju's carefree attitude and being optimistic about dire situations like this. Francois is busy tending to everyone else and Ryusui is also busy doing something else.

Standing right beside Tsukasa who is near the river, looking outwards to the forest filled with large and tall trees. The terrain isn't any different than what it was like back in Japan yet the two of them couldn't deny that they have a disadvantage here. They've just arrive and if there's indeed an enemy after them, their sole advantage would be the environment. Tsukasa noticed [name] clutching her sword and gazing at the distance. He couldn't see anything in the darkness nor hear anything beyond like Ukyo or her, but he could tell that they're not alone in this place. And the presence on the woods is more than enough reason for him to be on high alert. 

"I sense, bloodlust." Tsukasa said as he stare deep into the woods, trying to see if someone's is lurking nearby but to no avail due to the darkness of the night.

"Is it some sort of wild beast?" Kohaku asked as she held her sword tightly.

"But with the ultimate battle squad here, there's nothing to fear!" Ginro stated, smugness laced in his voice as his elder brother is having none of it.

"Says the one hiding behind me."

"Yes I am very familiar with that sort of ki." Matsukaze added on.

"Ki? There's no such thing." Tsukasa stated. "I believe this odor comes from the breakdown of the adrenaline but I'm not sure of it."

The brown haired man need to protect the people he is with right now. 'What's that faint scent on the wind?' Tsukasa thought. 'Smoke? From the gun that had been fired?'

[name] turned to see where Ryusui is and quickly ran to his side. There wasn't any malice directed at any of them, but rather, it is focused on the whole team. ''He's targeting us.'' She said, staying close to where he is, ''Let's leave.''

Hyoga heard what [name] had said and then soon realize that everything was way too suspicious. They found corn floating down the river and it ended here, near the forest. "The enemy had done well." Hyoga said. "Seems like we were the one who got lured in."

With that Tsukasa yelled to alert everyone, "To the boat now! Take cover!"

Right then and there, they are being rained by bullets and at the same time, they tried to avoid it. [name] reflected them easily with her sword and ensured Ryusui and the rest are alright. Senku barely got in the lab and protect himself with the carbon shield, while the woman was grabbed by Hyoga into the lab.

As they made their escape down the river, [name] was certain that she saw the lower half of the person's face, and they were smoking a cigarette and smirking. They are waiting, she thought to herself as they fled the forest and went back to the Perseus. 

Once they arrived back at the ship, [name] was still trying to rack her mind on where she swore she saw that face before. Even though she only caught a glimpse of half of their face, she was certain that she saw is somewhere. 

The entire night was eerily familiar. This very place. She doesn't know if she should run or flee or stay. For a moment, the group saw [name] froze for a split second before we went and protected them.

''Do you know them?'' Hyoga asked curiously, as they made their back to the ship to come up with another plan.

''No.'' Was all [name] said as she thank Hyoga for what she did earlier and stayed silent throughout the trip.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Link for the first chapter in wattpad: Dazzling Starlet (Stanley Snyder x Reader) - CHAPTER 01 (on Wattpad)

https://www.wattpad.com/1511609067-dazzling-starlet-stanley-snyder-x-reader-chapterutm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=_snowpiercer_ - Dr Stone Fanfiction - Follows the main storyline

https://www.wattpad.com/1511609067-dazzling-starlet-stanley-snyder-x-reader-chapter

[magical-regical]

Hey can someone tell me why the new after ending for Scarlet Rain is making me like the umbrella man?

Fr tho, his smile fading and then him just disappearing if you tell him to leave actually made me feel bad. It also made me realize he probably doesn't know how to show 'affection' other than getting really close into your personal space and asking for your name because people can't fucking touch him.

I know this is probably obvious, especially for long time Mr Scarletella fans out there but my two braincells finally generated enough electricity to comprehend just how perfectly it explains his behavior.

... I guess I'll cut it here. More yapping (so much yapping) under the moss if you want to hear me rambling about how silly umbrella man operates and silly umbrella man being soft.

You can tell how over the moon he is if you tell him you like/love him because of the wall of red text that covers your screen but then the screen turns red. Does that imply we died? No, I think he tried to teleport behind us but ran into us instead.

Is there evidence to back up that theory? No. But hear me out. We know hitting him with a crowbar doesn't work and that he can glitch in and out of different places. He pulls us in with his umbrella and the only other time we directly 'touch' is in the Scarletella ending where we pick up the white/transparent umbrella and that ending seems to imply we did end up getting our soul taken by the umbrella man.

My theory is he can only be touched if he's obtained someone's soul which is another reason why he's so desperate for our name. This is most likely something he had to figure out himself because it's not specified in the rumor abt him so therefore it's probably among the many things he forgot when we damaged his umbrella. Even if he did remember, there's no way for him to know it works the other way around as well.

So imagine his shock when he smacks into you.

Imagine what comes after that! Would you hold on to him to keep both of you from falling? Would you laugh at the dumbfounded look on his face? An error has occurred, please open and close your umbrella to reboot.

"You. Happy?" He'd ask.

Just smile and place a hand on his cheek. His eyes will (somehow) widen even more before closing as he leans into your touch and rubs his cheek against your palm. You can try to pull your hand away but he'd hold it in place, his grip almost too tight.

"Your. Hand. Me. Like."

Use your other hand to pull his head closer so that your foreheads are touching, eventually he'll end up fully resting his head on your shoulder. Take both of his hands and wrap them around yourself, teach him that this is called a 'hug' and it's something only people who like each other can do.

"Ha— Hua— Haug." he'll struggle to form the word but he'll get it eventually.

Usually the bodies he can touch are either dead or trying to run away or attack him even if they've given him their name (rude!). He's never had someone hold him so gently, he'll be at a loss as to how to return the gesture. So he just does what he always does and mutters. "Like. You." over and over again while almost squeezing the daylights out of you.

He'd stay like that forever if you let him. It's only when you tell him it's time to go home that he pries himself off of you. But please don't let go of his hand. He wants to hold it as the two of you walk home. He doesn't remember anything prior to you naming him but that doesn't matter. Not when your hand, so small yet so warm and soft, is holding his. Surely someone who touches him so gently couldn't be bad.

Even if you are, so what? He loves you. Bloody raincoat and all. He's decided. From the moment he laid eyes on you, you've captured his heart. He's yours and you're his. Forever and ever. Not even death can do you apart. Not if he has anything to say about it.

[missmoonfrost]

You're scared of me - a wolfstar short fic

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic and the prompt: The Forbidden Forest. But once again I failed to limit the word count to 1k...

Remus wakes up panting, with an acute sense of something being wrong. There is the familiar ache and nausea after the transformation. He is freezing cold. The wind blows around him and he reaches out after a blanket or something to cover himself with. His hands grab pine needles and damp moss. His eyes jolt open. This is not the shack.

He is alone in The Forbidden Forest. Completely bare under a leather jacket, spread over him like a blanket. Sirius’ jacket. As if that wouldn’t be enough to worry about, he has a gnawing feeling there is something more. Something worse.

He tries to sit up but doesn’t get far before a sharp pain in his back stops him. He manages to heave up on one elbow and get a look around. He doesn’t recognise it, as far as he knows he could be in the middle of nowhere.  There is a pile of fir twigs and dry grass underneath him and the canopy of brushwood shielding him has been enhanced with dense branches. Someone has built him shelter.

He hears the rustling of something big approaching. Fear overcomes the pain. Fire shoots through his back as he turns towards the sound. The sight of large teeth and dark fur makes his heart stop. He scrambles backwards before he realises it’s Padfoot. Relief floods him and with a big exhale he collapses down onto the little nest.

Padfoot yaps happily, lets go of the mouthful of branches he has been dragging along and immediately cuddles close to Remus, licking him and brushing his head against his body. Remus closes his eyes and weakly lays his arms around Padfoot. The dog presses his warm furry body against him. With a moment of concentrated stillness, he turns into Sirius.

“It’s okay”, he murmurs, “I’m here. You’re here. You’re awake. It’s going to be okay.”

Remus tightens his grip and buries his face against Sirius' shoulder.

“What happened?”

The tension in Sirius' chest and the fraction of a second longer than expected before he answers is enough for Remus to know. He has done something terrible.

“There were hikers in the woods. Muggles.”

Remus sits up despite the pain and pinches his eyes closed as hard as he can. No. Anything but that. Not biting some innocent soul and condemning them to this hellish fate.

“It’s okay.” Sirius hands rubs his back.

“It’s not okay!”

Sirius sighs and continues rubbing Remus' back in big calm circles.

“Did I…” Remus manages after a moment.

“You didn’t bite anyone. But they saw you. James and Peter stayed to calm things over. I chased you away.”

“Thank you.”

The wolf’s memory is always fussy, but Remus thinks he can recall the dog bouncing around, inviting him to play. The wolf usually likes that. But this time the dog had annoyed him and got in his way. He had been hunting something, trying to follow a scent.

That thought has him cold to his bones.

But the dog had not let him finish his hunt. It had lounged itself at him until he’d snapped at it and chased after it instead.

Remus puts his hand before his mouth. “Did I hurt you?”

“No”, Sirius reassures and tugs the sleeve of his T-shirt to cover something, “not much.”

“Let me see!”

Sirius rolls his eyes and holds his arm out. It’s a slash of claws, running down half his upper arm. The blood has dried, but there is the tell-tale shimmering tint of a magic wound. His claws made this.

“See? It’s nothing.”

“I could have bit you”, Remus gasps. The trees start spinning around him. Sirius, a damned werewolf because of him.

Sirius gently puts his arms around Remus back again, but he brushes him of.

“I could have bit you, Sirius!”

“But you didn’t.” Sirius looks into Remus' eyes and when Remus franticly looks around, Sirius moves his head catching his gaze again and holding it firm. “Hey! You didn’t.”

Remus is lightheaded and nauseous and feels like he is drowning. If he is going to drown anyway, he can as well drown in these caring honest silver eyes.

“Breath”, Sirius reminds him.

Remus takes a deep breath, and then another. The trees stop spinning. Sirius moves his hand as if to touch Remus’ back again, but then stops as if to ask permission. Remus can’t find the words but leans into his touch. Sirius' arms gently wrap around him. The warmth of the closeness is welcome in the cold. Remus lays his arms around Sirius' back as well. The smell in the crook of Sirius' neck is comforting. His steady breaths are soothing. His raven hair tickling Remus' cheek is uplifting.

Too soon Sirius draws back and looks examining at him.

“Can you walk?”

Remus tries to straighten up and the pain in his back returns. With a deep breath, he pushes through it and stands, only to tumble forward and get caught by Sirius in the last second.

“No. My back. It’s too much.”

“I would heal you, but my wand is still in the shack.”

The thought of Sirius leaving him here has his breath catch in panic.

“I’ll stay here with you”, Sirius reassures. “Everything will be all right.”

“How, though?”

“They will find us.”

“And do what? I am supposed to stay in the shack. They are going to expel me! They are going to put me in Azkaban!”

“Shh, calm down. We’ll figure it out.”

Remus closes his eyes and tries his best to calm down. Tries to focus on Sirius' voice, breaths, and heartbeats.

As he shifts closer to Sirius the breaths become irregular and the heartbeats speed up. For a moment Remus is confused, but then it dawns on him.

“You’re scared of me.”

Sirius scoffs. “No, I’m not.”

“I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Yeah?” The drumming speeds up even more as well as Sirius' breath and he wets his lips.

“It’s okay.” Remus lets go of him and rolls over on the other side. “I realise it was scary. I was scary. You don’t have to pretend you like me. I am a monster after all.”

Sirius sits up. “You are not a monster. And you don’t realise how much I like you at all.”

Remus draws further away. “Keep saying that. I can still hear your heartbeat.”

Sirius' hand lands on his shoulder but he shrugs him off.

Sirius lets out a deep shaky breath and says in a small trembling voice. “Is that really so strange? Of course, my heart speeds up when I’m near you, you’re… Moony, you’re beautiful. And kind of naked. I like being near you.“

His heartbeats are faster than ever now, but other than that he doesn’t move. Remus rolls over to face him and sees him sitting with his hands clenched in his lap, cheeks flushed and eyes firmly set on the ground.

Remus slowly sits up and leans forward to try to catch Sirius eye.

“You… really?”

“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know how I can think of that when you're hurt, and we’re out here, and you just went through a big trauma. But believe me, it’s not because I’m scared.

For a long moment, Remus just sits there and marvels at the thought. Sirius Black, his friend and saviour, is attracted to him. Is he supposed to think that is weird? Sirius sure acts it is as if it’s something bad. It doesn’t feel bad. Not bad at all. Does that mean he is weird as well? Does that mean his fondness and adoration for Sirius is something it shouldn’t be?

That is too much to think about. All he knows is that Sirius' presence feels like a lifebuoy keeping him afloat. For now, that is enough.

Remus reaches a hand out and gently strokes Sirius' arm, from the shoulder down to the fingertips, and takes his hand. Sirius looks up with a questioning expression. Remus smiles, scoots closer and rests his head on Sirius' shoulder. Sirius puts Remus' hand in his other one, careful to never lose the grip, and throws his arm around Remus' back.

For the longest time, they just held each other, trying to stay as close as possible. When there’s a rustle in the bushes Sirius jolts and springs to his feet.

“There you are.” James relieved voice cuts through the branches. “Peter is distracting Madam Pomfrey, but we need to hurry back. Are you hurt?”

[dizzydennis]

Sonic x Knuckles - Cover Story

(Translator Note: This was an older translation that seemed to get lost to time, but I found a half finished file I made and decided to punch it up a bit. I am not coming back to tumblr, but wanted to fix this and the Tails story just for archiving the Cover Story translations)

It was a normal afternoon on a sunny day on Angel Island.

In the middle of the jungle full of massive trees, various speices of moss, and other creatures and plants was Knuckles. He was looking everywhere for something. So much so that he was digging up the ground everywhere around him.

Suddenly, Sonic jumped over and sat on his head.

“Hey, Knuckles! What are you doing?

“Sonic! What are you trying to pull!?

Sonic had seen Knuckles furiously digging into the ground and thought he would go and say hello. However, knowing how Knuckles would react, Sonic couldn’t help teasing him a bit.

“Come on! Anybody would want to play whack-a-mole with an echidna who’s constantly popping in and out of the ground!”

“What’d you say?!”

Knuckles leapt up and swung at Sonic; just barely missing him.

It was hard to tell if they were fighting or just playing. But this went on for a while.

“You didn’t answer me no matter how many times I called out to you. It’s not my fault you didn’t notice I was here!”

“Shut up. Tsk, you never change.”

Once they both got tired of goofing off, Knuckles caught his breath and talked about the dream he had seen.

In his dream, he saw long lost ancestors dressed in tribal garments.

They said they wanted to give something to Knuckles as he was a decendant of the Knuckles Clan. They said it was deep in the jungle.

“I can’t explain why, but I can feel something around here. I know I can.”

Knuckles’ eyes were filled with determination as he looked around.

It wasn’t just his knack for treasure hunting. There was a clear pressure from his being the last echidna that could be seen on his face.

“Alright, that sounds pretty neat! I’ll lend a hand with your little treasure hunt! ‘Cause that’s what friends are for, right?”

“What are you yapping about? Don’t act like we’re good buddies. Get off my island!”

Knuckles then threw out his fist and started another outing of roughhousing between the two of them. However, Sonic tripped over something while evading Knuckles’ attacks.

“Ouch…!”

“Ha! You deserved that!”

Knuckles let off a huge smile. But, the second he did, something started shaking deep in the earth below.

From all of the shaking, a secret door opened up in the ground. From it rose a miniature altar. It was the same stone that the Mystic Ruins were made out of.

It seemed that whatever Sonic tripped over was a switch that opened it up.

A small stone box was on top of the miniature altar.

“You know you have to thank me now, right, Knuckles?”

“Yeah, thanks a bunch for falling over and making yourself look like an idiot.”

While barking his insult to Sonic, Knuckles opened up the box and found a pair of gloves inside, but they had heavy, sharp nails. These were his ancestors’ combat cloves.

“Oh, I see. Now you can really rev things up in your little battles, huh? A typical present for a fighting family like the Knuckles Clan, huh?”

“…”

Even though he found the treasure, Knuckles remained silent as he closed the box. He didn’t have a rebuttal to Sonic’s insults which surprised the Blue Blur. He smiled as he clenched his fists.

“I don’t mean to speak ill of my ancesotrs, but these gloves… these hands that I have now. These are more than enough. As long as I can protect what’s most important to me then that’s all I need. Besides, I always come up on top no matter who I’m fighting! I don’t need something fancy like these ancient gloves.”

Knuckes definitely had a temper and was rough around the edges, but when it came to his desire and duty to protect the Master Emerald, his own abilities were more than enough.

Noticing this, Sonic had a change of perspective. He didn’t realize Knuckles had this side to him, but after hearing him speak so honorably, Sonic couldn’t resist teasing him again.

“Right, right. Using devices like this really isn’t your style! It’s your pure power that keeps all of our enemies out of our way. Ain’t that right, Knucklehead?

“…Who are you calling Knucklehead?”

Knuckles started putting on the ancient glove and took steps closer to Sonic.

“Wait, didn’t you just say you didn’t need those!”

“Shut your mouth! Come back here!”

Once again, whether they were playing or fighting, nobody could tell. But their antics could be heard for a long while within the jungles of Angel Island.

[salt-clangen]

Been looking back on some moons to relearn some characters, and I'd love to know more about Lynxdawn's litter! I always feel like I forgot who's who's, especially on their designs. Luckily they've been appearing more in the recent moons but I still get confused from time to time.

Anything about their specific traits, relationships with everyone/cats their particularly close with, what their current role in the clan their the most interested in, etc.!!

Ypu obviously don't have to answer all, I'm just curious to know more about the little babies of the clan ^^

Yeah I can absolutely go over their profiles, I don’t think I ever posted their reff pics before.

So from left to right it’s youngest to oldest:

Sandkit, Coralkit, Kelpkit, Dropletkit.

Let’s start with Sandkit, she’s a very excitable kit and has adapted well to clan life. Despite being in the same litter, she’s definitely the runt, much small than her siblings even now that they’re eating cooked meals several times a day. She eats so much Lynx was worried she had a parasite, anytime a loner or kittypet joins (basically anyone who was out of clan territory and eating raw prey) they get dewormed and cleaned for fleas to help avoid a clan wide infestation. So the kits had already been wormed and bathed (most hated it lol), but Sand got two more doses of dewormer (a powder made of fennel seeds) bc of her appetite and slow growth. But turns out she just loves to eat and is a short lil lady. Sand plans to be a warrior and greatly admires Wolfstar and Snowspeckle. She’s impulsive and noisy, but well meaning, she can get ahead of herself a lot. She enjoys moss ball hunting and most physical games. She has a hard time focusing without some sort of visual stimulation.

Coralkit is a bit of a busy body, she loves watching others work and gives her opinions freely. She comes off as bossy, and she is, but she’s very in tune with other’s emotions. She is very observant and knows most of the adult’s patterns so she can tell when something is off. Some cats think she’s nosey, but she’s very sweet about wanting to help. She’s not sure what role she wants to apprentice in, she thinks she’d like to be a warrior or perhaps a camp keeper. She’s noisy, bossy, and can’t sit still for anything.

Kelpkit is very polite and quiet, but bring her some gossip or even just an update on one of the other clans and she is living. She’d love to meet Rosedrift and just listen to that cat yap. It’s not even mean spirited, most of the time, she’s a gatherer of information. She spends most of her days following her more extroverted sisters around, playing games with them, or spending quiet time with Droplet. She likes to ‘play artisan’ which means making a mess with the one muddy spot in the camp, she makes mud pies and grassy wreathes that she decorates with pebbles and feathers. She’s gotten into trouble for sneaking supplies from Snowspeckle’s craft corner. No one was surprised when she declared that she’d be an artisan.

Dropletkit is a funny girl, she’s got her mom’s flighty behavior, loner life would suit her. But she’s also a sentimental girl, she wants to stay close with her sisters and mom, she wants to love clan life. It’s hard for her though, she’s just a nervous kit, it’s ingrained in her bones. She spends most of her time watching, she’s observant like Coral, but where her sister is doing it subconsciously to be aware of other’s struggles…Droplet is doing it to predict if a cat is gonna hurt her. She’s mildly paranoid, but has some self awareness, she knows to an extent that the clan is full of kind cats who won’t hurt her or her sisters. But there’re times she gets panic attacks bc a warrior picked her up or Wolfstar spoke too loudly. It takes a long time for her to trust others but Lynxdawn has earned it. She doesn’t know what she wants to apprentice as…part of her wonders if she’d even make it as an apprentice.

And for funsies, here’s a ref for their parents! Their mom Sadie and dad O’Malley.

Sadie is very lean, which Droplet and Sand take after, while O’Malley is a plump fluffy kittypet, Coral takes after his body type. Kelp is a bit of a mix between the two, though her coat was more like Sadie. Sand is light tan like her sire, but her sisters are a bit more dark/greyish. Coral’s coat pattern and color are from her paternal grandmother while Droplet’s brown is from her maternal grandparents.

Sadie was a loner at heart, she liked being alone for the most part, though she’d stay with a one or a small group of cats occasionally. But she was always roaming and didn’t really have a plan for her life beyond traveling. She was a decent hunter but when she got pregnant and to a certain point she couldn’t hunt anymore and not to mention it was leaf bare. After birth her paranoia went through the roof, she didn’t trust anyone and refused to bring her kits to a twoleg or kittypet for fear they’d be taken away. She died of starvation after arriving at the abandoned nest, she likely didn’t even realize she was on clan territory in her weakened state.

By contrast O’Malley had an easy life, he’s likely still alive, but it’s anyone’s guess where he lives. Sadie would only vaguely remember spending sometime with him for maybe a moon or two before the itch to disappear got to her. O’Malley doesn’t know about his daughters or Sadie’s demise, though he does remember her fondly. They had fun together however brief, he would’ve liked her to stay with him but she was too flighty and left when he proposed the idea. His kits inherited his fluffy coat and agreeableness (aside from Droplet lol)

[justatouristhere]

Hounded

[Tamlin x Eris]

Day 2 of @tamlinweek - Dark Spring

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A/N: This little AU ficlet takes place right after Eris' meeting with the Night Court about the soldiers in the bog in Acosf. TW: Depression

Eris walked towards the rumbling coming from the clouds hanging darkly above Spring Manor. He had vacated the spot of his meeting with the Night Court after Nesta and Cassian left in a huff, with their usual threats and menacing glares, and had decided to go looking for the High Lord of Spring.

The Night Court’s promises of violence and annihilation tickled him really. He had long ago stopped feeling intimidated by such tactics, being used to far worse, and found their antics laughable. Like the yaps of growing pups.

But he had felt a surge of anger at watching Tamlin being threatened within his own realm. It was rare for him to feel such pangs of sympathy, and it took him by surprise.

Eris strode through the gates and past the gardens encircling the manor, as the first drops of rain splattered on the ground. The beautiful white marble nymphs and fountains, populating the gardens, once flawless and smooth, lay now broken and overgrown by moss and vines. The flowerbeds were choked by thorn bushes and ivy, not a single blossom to be seen.

He walked up the steps to the front entrance, passed through doors hanging crookedly off their hinges, and stepped into the main hall. He paused, taking in the sight that greeted him.

He hardly recognised the place from the last time he had stepped foot in there, decades ago. Just as in the gardens, here too the weedy greenery had taken over, covering furniture and rubble, crawling over cracked tiles and up walls.

The sound of a crash tore his attention from his surroundings and he followed the noise down the hall. He managed to get one look at the wreckage that was once the main study, before an ornate armchair was hurtled in his direction. Eris ducked just in time for it to sail over his head. Straightening up again he found two emerald eyes glaring at him. Tamlin had shifted into his Fae form and was panting among upturned pieces of furniture, sweat gleaming on his forehead.

“What do you want?” Tamlin snarled, baring his elongated canines. He was shirtless, wearing only breeches, his long blond hair hanging loosely around his face.

 Eris blinked at the sight, but regained his composure quickly.

“Just a neighbourly visit,” he shrugged, “Redecorating?” he went on, unable to keep the mocking amusement from his voice.

Tamlin scowled and wiped the sweat off his brow. His claws were out and his knuckles bloodied.

“If you came here to tell me to hold my silence about your meetings with the Night Court-“ he started.

“That’s not why I’m here,” Eris said abruptly.

In truth, he wasn’t entirely certain why he was there. It would indeed be detrimental if Tamlin decided to inform his father about his meeting with the Night Court. But for some reason Eris didn’t believe that Tamlin would do that.

 “You needn’t worry, Autumn prince,” Tamlin said, the last two words a sneer, “I have no interest in whatever it is that you are planning with the Night Court. I’m done with Court politics.”

“Not interested in what lies in store for Prythian, High Lord?” Eris countered.

 Tamlin sighed and shook his head.

 “I did my part. The war is won. Life can go back to normal now,” he said in a tone that sounded distinctly resigned.

 “Is this, what you call back to normal?” Eris gestured vaguely around the room.

Tamlin gave a low growl. 

 “You came here uninvited Vanserra,” he strolled past Eris towards the door without looking at him, “you can see yourself out”.

Eris made no move to stop or follow Tamlin as he walked out of the room. He stood listening as the sound of steps turned to the clacking of claws on stone and the hissing of pawed legs through grass.

If he were honest with himself, he didn’t know what had made him come here today. Only that he was intrigued. Ever since that day at Dawn Court when Tamlin had confronted the Night Court for the ruin they had brought to his lands, Eris had felt captivated by him. Everyone had been set against Tamlin but he had not wavered. He had been the bigger male through all of it.

A High Lord that played no games and wore no masks. What an utterly reckless thing to do in this world of trickery. It fascinated Eris. All he had ever known was scheming and manipulation, his entire life reliant on a carefully crafted web of secret plots and allies.

Eris walked to the entrance of the manor and looked out to the gloomy Spring lands. The rain was pouring in earnest now and mist was sweeping the landscape. The thoughts kept churning in his mind and he let out a long sigh.

No, he may not know why exactly he was there, but he knew one thing for certain. The war may have been won, but the fighting wasn’t over. And Spring Court wouldn’t be left in peace as long as it bordered the human lands. Trouble was brewing and they better be prepared for it.

Eris threw a shield of warmth around himself to avoid getting drenched in the rain, and hurried down the steps. He followed the enormous pawprints past the manor gates and looked out to where they led into the woods. Smiling to himself he winnowed away.

***

Tamlin awoke to a feeling of unease. He shifted where he lay sprawled on the damp forest floor beneath moss-covered branches. His whole body felt stiff and sore as he pushed himself onto his paws with a groan.

He must have collapsed here at some point the night before. He remembered dimly chasing a hare that he eventually gave up on. His stomach growled. It felt empty and hollow, but he had no appetite.

He shook his muscular body and drops of rain flew from his fur, which had grown matted and dull, not at all its regular golden hue. He walked heavily to a nearby stream and took a few gulps of fresh water. That feeling of unease tugged at him again.

Unable to ignore it any longer, he turned and followed that tug, trudging through the thicket to the edge of the forest. Out in the open meadow he could feel it clearly, this sense of intrusion upon his lands. He could even smell it, a faint smoky scent of embers amidst the earthy moss and wet greens.

He had let the trespassers leave unscathed the other day. It had taken him by surprise to find Autumn and Night colluding in his lands. What were Rhysand’s minions plotting with the Vanserra heir? In truth, Tamlin didn’t care. Lucien had been the one to navigate Court politics and he had left.

But for them to return so soon was a clear provocation. He wasn’t going to let these fools turn his lands into a playground. Anger and frustration welled up inside him at the thought. And even though his limbs felt leaden, it spurred him on, and he took off swiftly across the fields.

Coming closer to the manor gardens he crept along the hedges and peered stealthily to where the auburn-haired intruder was standing by the foot of the stairs, whistling. Indignation burnt in his stomach.

Tamlin was about to pounce on Eris when something caught his gaze. Silky wisps of grey moved swiftly around Eris’ legs, flowing like smoke. And they barked excitedly. As he watched, one of them halted and took the form of a hound. It sat on its hind legs, looking up at its master, its tongue hanging out of its panting mouth.

Suddenly, it turned its head and sniffed curiously in Tamlin’s direction. Then ran up to were Tamlin stood behind the hedge and barked at him excitedly. Tamlin shifted into his Fae form and blinked at the animal. Even with the fog that had plagued his mind lately, he could still recall the first time he had seen this hound quite clearly.

It had been a few decades ago, when a sentry had come back from border patrol saying that he had received word that a Fae was being hunted on their border to Autumn Court.

Tamlin had taken off immediately and had been combing the vast border forest when the same smoke-like moving creature had appeared between the trees. It yapped and whined at him and then took off, only to halt and whine again from a few feet further. He followed it, cautiously. It kept stopping and circling back as if urging him to hurry. Tamlin had begun to consider the possibility that the hound was leading him into a trap, when a young red-haired male had come pelting through the trees, panting in panic. Three males had been at his heels, their shots of fire missing him by inches.

The hound licking his fingers brought him back to the present. Eris gave another sharp whistle and the hound took off. Tamlin came out from behind the hedge and walked to where Eris was now crouching, scratching the hound behind his ears.

“It was you,” Tamlin said, a stunned expression on his face.

Eris looked up at him and frowned confusedly, “What was?”

“That day… in the woods,” Tamlin said, “when Lucien first came here…”

A shadow passed over Eris’ face. Then he nodded and gave him a smile.

“Come meet my dearest companions,” he said.

[demonsteapot]

Im new here, can you tell me about your oc's?

OH YEAH I CAN this is gonna be a long bitch of a post though

so there are a lot but these are probably the main eight even though i only draw like 3 of them regularly

(please forgive the half-assed sketches, i just wanted to get their designs across lol)

so the premise of this setting is that the sun (which is god) is dead and the earth is now inhabited by mindless angels and mostly humanoid demons (which may or may not be either spirits or just a human derivative). demons live in small city-states and their environs built on top of giant geothermal-harvesting living flesh networks (referred to as humans since they're derived from them)

demons on the outskirts of these places are tasked with keeping angels out. this is what most of these characters do; these eight live in or around fleur, a town in the middle of buttfuck nowhere on the easternmost point of a human kingdom named rust. five of them work for an agency (rust monitor) which scouts and euthanizes angels.

also, magic exists! the (fuzzy) system for magic is mainly based on blood. i think that's enough context so i can introduce these guys

fooling around in the top left are vivian (seated) and fran (seating?). both of them work for RM in bronya's squad, the moss-eaters. if you scroll through my art tags you will probably find that viv is unaccountably the favourite child, as it were. he loves to yap about his interests, especially to fran. he hunts bugs and angels using a combat umbrella. he died once and got resurrected after like two years by nova, which is why he is all stitched together. he has ice magic. his resurrection also may or may not count as force feminization?

fran is a foolhardy and mostly unkillable goofball. the three snakes on his head are named diogenes, gello and lettuce. he started working for RM after bronya accidentally hit him with her car. he's best friends with viv. fran is also a fan of the demon equivalent of pro wrestling, which is more violent and somehow more homoerotic than the human one, and that i can't depict because i wouldn't do it justice. he has some force magic skills, which let him do things like move comically fast and punch shit so hard it explodes. he used to fight using an axe but graduated to just using his hands. he plays the bass sometimes

the catgirl to their right is bernadette harley. she used to be friends with viv and fran, but left fran estranged after viv's death. she lives with her father estus, who used to work for RM. they do not like each other. bernadette hunts using estus's old coilgun. she mostly hunts for food, but occasionally she helps the moss-eaters out with angels or other monsters. she was cheery when she was younger and now she's not. she has a large parasite in her stomach which eats angels

top right, with the thorns on her back, is nova harley, bernadette's sister... sort of. nova also used to be friends with the previous three, but she ran away from home and now she's feral. she has an affinity for magic that deals with manipulating living flesh, and after viv's death she spent about two years reconstructing him out of various vivisected (heh...?) animals. nova is easily stressed and depressed. she hurts people sometimes but not intentionally... usually. she likes sewer slvt. she eats carrion off the asphalt, and the only living things that like her are the flies and the ravens. she also doubles as my sona for venting!

bottom left, with the gillstalks, is princess valentine phloem, or val for short. she is not in fact demon, but human– specifically, a polyp of rust that was intended to grow into the next queen regent. however, she didn't like this idea, so she chainsawed her way right out of rust's bowels and ended up in the remotest part of the kingdom– fleur, where she joined the mossies. fran likes to arm-wrestle with her, but she always wins. having lived in a fleshy, subterranean hellscape for most of her existence, she has an appreciation for life that others don't. it often seems to her friends as though she experiences twice as much world as they do.

in the bottom middle, in the maid outfit and gasmask, is mincey leyland. he lives in part of an ancient bunker complex and delivers vigilante justice when he isn't busy fucking with bronnie's squad. vivian, who mincey considers his brother, is technically a clone of him, and he wields fire magics as a counterpart to viv's ice. he carries a long-standing rivalry with his brother, though it's mostly an elaborate in-joke between them at this point. though he professes loathing for and has legitimate envy of his brother, he helped nova extensively when she rebuilt him. he hates to let his machines do his dirty work, so he prefers single combat with his enemies, with a skeletal rainshade as his favoured weapon. he also maybe stole some people's organs to help nova

bottom right, the blonde machine and the gorgon leaning on them are gato cello and bronya wormwood respectively. cello is bronnie's assistant, a heavily modified domestic android unit that had a long stint as an assassin before bronnie roped them into working for her. they are a scout unit for the mossies, but also very much the team pet. kind of an asshole. met bronnie when they were hired to kill her when she was in college. the two have an unbreakable friendship wherein they hurl insults that border abuse at each other constantly. fortunately, the rest of their teammates find this very entertaining.

finally, bronya is the field captain of the moss-eaters. she is about thirty and depressed and gay. she's a weapons hardware engineer and made most of cello's modifications, as well as a home-made pile bunker she uses to deliver the coup de grâce to wounded angels. she drives a legged squad vehicle called a scuttlebuggy (her aforementioned car), which i have never posted because i can't figure out how to make it look good. her snakes are named bleach, tara, pissboy, euterpe, princess and kyle. kyle is the dead one

anyway all of this stuff is subject to change and none of it is comprehensive. i have never had an internally consistent cast of characters or setting for very long. also, with the exception of viv, fran and nova, no one has a consistent design right now, so those are wips too.

anyway sorry for the long post i dont rant much so it all happens at once

[lynxfrost13]

LYNXXXXXX for the ask game..... 1 for sonderbar and 3, 6 and 14 for pebble 🥹🥹? I heart him fuckkk also. 20 for voel pretty please.....

RENEEEE TY FOR THE ASKKK

Sonderbar

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

I wish I could say more, but I just went "what if a replika thought they were a different unit" and from there I thought going from a really low ranking/common unit to one of AEON's top dogs would be really fun to explore!

3. How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

OKAY I actually have the exact time and date of her conception for you: July 22nd in the year of our lord 2024

^ This was the original thought that led to her, but I didn't make her intro post until August 3rd, which is definitely when she became the Sonderbar we know today, I remember spending a solid chunk of time trying to name her and work out some of the more fun details about her that night, like her arm defect! Also I think I have mentioned it before but she was originally very different character wise, she was a lot more of a real threat and not at sierpinski, and even had gotten a destabilized adler unit to be by her side in that version of her which I did think was a really neat idea!! However I am very happy with the beautiful girl I have today, idk something about her being much less able to become a falke in the setting she's in really gets me and feels more realistic to the setting of sierpinski/signalis to me.

Pebble

3. What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

Appearance! And he's changed a bit since then! I went through and dug up his first ever art pieces for you for fun! The first pic was his birth into the world... 4 years ago... shortly shortly followed by his first ref... looking at my old art of him is wilddd but here's his progression from 2021 -> 2022 -> 2024

6. What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

Tbh he was just made for the aesthetic at first, I originally tried to make him look more like many types of river rocks but settled on the stone and moss look. He's also originally from wings of fire so I also took into account what type of dragon he'd be: a mud/sea hybrid! He gets his fins and glow spots from the seawing side, and his chunky solid build from the mud :)

14. Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Idk if song lyrics count but I'm counting them, Karma by AJR is THE Pebble song and if I had the skill and patience the animatic I'd make would be legendary... these lines especially I think are really defining for his character:

Time, I know we're out of time But what if sad thoughts come and I can't stop it Bye, I don't wanna say bye If only I could keep you in my pocket...

^ I say it's very character defining mostly because although he's sort of in sotry/lore limbo right now (the amount of retcons and rewrites he's gotten... I might yap abt those one day) Pebble's always managed to have this core theme of moving on from grief funnily enough. He does lose someone important to him (again kind of old lore, originally he lost a partner -> changed to child -> partner again -> in limbo again but I think it might become a loss of a best friend and/or partner. This is up in the air rn mostly because at the time I wasn't happy with how those other versions of the character existed solely around Pebble and weren't really characters in their own right. Perhaps this is hell). I really have to work on my wof worldbuilding and Pebb's story again tbh, he deserves it and now you've got me thinking about him again... I actually also might put him into Voel so that leads into a nice transition lmao!!

Voel

20. Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

aw fuck this is gonna be such a long post I don't think I've done a true yap sesh abt Voel yet... I'm gonna try to keep it to the bare bones but THERES SO MUCH I WANNA YAP ABT AND WORK OUTTT AUGHHH a lot of this text is copied from random discord places where I've already done some talking so I'll put that stuff in quotes

Also just for fun but I think it does better at giving the vibes for everything is my eternally in progress pinterest board for Voel + the lands and races here

"So the background for how this world was formed into what u see on the map is that originally, the world was a barren and dry wasteland inhabited by one single being, Arvellis (names are being workshopped rn). They only knew the world they were born into but fell in love with it despite it being incredibly harsh to live in. They spent their entire life exploring the wasteland hoping to find someone, anyone to share it with, but eventually they realized and accepted that they were completely alone. Their heart couldn’t take the grief, and they died (rip lonely guy 😔). Their body was full of a lot of potent magic though, and so as it rotted and as its blood seeped into the ground, it became the catalyst for life on Voel! There was also a small explosion of that potent magic caused by the heart upon dying, which is why there’s the lake where it is. Arvellis was HUGE so parts of their body are still easily recognizable as landmarks present day, notable the ribs in the desert, and south Quara's islands are made up of skull fragments"

Okay so that's how everything is created and from there I've got those 4 main regions with their respective races:

Thros is the primarily rocky desert region (formerly grassy plains, scrapped that though). The Throsians inhabit it, they're inspired by a mix of real life animals (long distance running plain mammals, wasps, pangolins, etc) as well as buggy type aliens and the draenei race from warcraft. Here's some old ass sketches from when I finally solidified a lot of their features, I think the bottom headshot and the headshot next to the big YES are the most accurate to what they look like. Originally I considered making them mammals but idk about that... I might still keep them mammalian but get rid of the small sexual dimorphisms they had. They've got weird ass sturdy feet that are built for both running on rocky and rough desert terrain, and along with their long legs they're also very long jumpers. These guys can run for ages at a steady pace because of gill-like structures on their torsos that help them take in more air as they're in motion, and they've also got their tails for balance!

Culturally I'm still figuring a LOT out for these guys but Throsian cities are kind of cool in that they're inspired by paper and potter wasps in terms of how organic they look. This was a super rough sketch from a while ago kinda showing that. All Throsian cities apart from their "capitol" one (which is essentially just the crossroads city so it's big bc there's a lot of Throsian commerce happening as well as travel) are nestled into the ribs of Arvellis. Yeah the dead giant guy. His ribs over time turned into stone and fragments + whole bits are scattered across the entire desert. The cities being nestled in and on there is also practical since it keeps them in a cool location with less sun beating down on them. Also it's cool as fuck to live right on the bones of a dead god.

Quara is a little weird in that it's kind of spread out, and the Quarans as a people are also generally split into three groups based on their region + regional culture divides. They're essentially fish folk/mermaids with legs lmao. Here's some ancient ass brainstorming from early last year, they were originally ALL called Tideborn before I swapped to the general name of Quaran for the race so sorry if it's a bit confusing.

"For a long time the tideborn as we know them today were united under one leader and they were a very strong unified nation across Voel, with lots of underwater highways of a sort connecting the different islands. Slowly over time though cultural and physical differences grew and they sort of just naturally drifted apart into individual little groups. The southern tideborn and northern tideborn are often in disagreement over how to best worship the tidemother and tend to not get along present day as a whole in terms of culture (there are lots of individual exceptions of course, and city dwellers intermingle much more). It’s not a hostile relationship, they keep up a business relationship and trade often, but each thinks the other has the wrong idea. Southern tideborn really stick to the idea of the tidemother as a wanderer first and then protector. And they tend to have much smaller but more frequent villages, with many of them passing through the villages and acting like wanderer knights of a sort (I love knights. Fish knights. Let me have this)

Whereas the tropical tideborn think more along the lines of, protector over wanderer. They have strong, large fortified cities that are connected to each other and from there they protect people much more locally (and if needed they can send their people in huge groups to assist during like. Natural disasters, disease spreading, etc on a more global scale)

The temperate water Tideborn are kind of a weird middle ground? They’re not wanderers in the sense that their southern cousins are, but they tend to be traveling merchants and entertainers and such instead (they see that as a way of helping people too. Not just saving them from danger but providing goods and stories) and their influence on both of their brother groups has led to this odd little coalition that serves as a loosely united leadership for the tideborn as a whole."

This is all hella old and some things have changed but most of it is still true. The Tidemother is the deity that all of the Quaran cultures revere regardless of their differences!! Also I made it a lil confusing but Northern Quarans are the tropical fish variant, Southern are the arctic fish variant, and the temperate Quarans are a mix of tropical, arctic, and freshwater/river fish variant. Northern Quarans tend to physically be shorter,more slender and naturally have lots of bright colors and patterns, Southern Quarans on the other hand tend to be very large size wise. They're both taller and usually more heavyset since their bodies adapted to storing more fat for the colder enviroment. Again the temperate Quarans aren't as fleshed out but they have a lot more variety in terms of body shape, but color wise they're never as eye catching as their northern cousins.

Culture wise something that has changed is Southern Quarans do also have a few small fortress type cities, nowhere near the scale of the north though. I really struggled figuring out the general architecture style for both south and north Quara, but I think these rough sketches do a decent job of showing what I want. Sorry abt my handwriting but yeah! Northern Quarans tend to have very organic and round strucutres with lots of open space due to the tropical climate. A lot of their structures are inspired by conch shells and underwater organics, and their cities also tend to be very busy visually, with a lot of buildings intertwined/ stacked which can almost make it feel like the city is crawling on itself. Although the building layout is super busy, Northern cities do always have a clear and wide main highway going in and through. Southern Cities on the other hand are very bare bones at first glance. They can come off as very cold and rigid and that's bc Southern Quarans love their inorganic structures. They use a lot of hard straight edges for their structures, with really tall ceilings and neat square or rectangle layouts. It's not that they don't like incorporating organics, but they like them contained and orderly. If you go up to any South Quaran city wall it's guaranteed to be intricately carved, either with artistic depictions of historic figures, animals, etc or just patterns.

OH also fun detail since I will be talking about the skeleton of a magic system that I have rn, but Southern Tideborn have a tradition of getting magical tattoos as a sort of coming of age ritual.

So next up is Dekthros and its draconic citizens, the Dekthrians! I'm currently in the process of reworking them to try and make them fit a little better into the world/not be just generic dragons/dragonfolk because I worry that they are (Ultimately I'm creating all of this for myself BUT that's exactly why I want to change things). So the fun thing about the Dekthrians is that they all mostly live in the mountain region of Voel, but they live underground since that region has a lot of naturally sprawling caverns. Think of like how expansive and huge the new minecraft cave enviroments are and how sometimes they don't even feel closed in, that's basically what it's like. The big thing the Dekthrians have going for them is that they're generally known for their skill when it comes to crafting and forging weapons, armor, and jewelry, and their cities aren't called Forge Cities for nothing. At the center of each city is a giant forge and crafting center, inspired by Ironforge and dwarf architecture from warcraft (all of their aesthetic is generally warcraft dwarf inspired. There is a theme here of me taking a lot of inspo from warcraft aesthetics lmao). Another thing I think is really awesome is that the Forge Cities aren't isolated, but there's a lot of different smaller settlements in pockets of the underground all connected by major underground tunnels. An easy and safe way to travel through the otherwise very harsh mountain range is by just traveling the cave system, it's well lit and easy to go on foot or via other transportation modes, and there's plenty of points where someone could stop and spend a night resting. I've done almost no art when it comes to Dekthros or its inhabitants but here's a really fast concept scribble I did a while ago for a tunnel/forge city. They tend to have a lot of bridges built across for accessibility, and Dekthrians tend to layer their homes vertically since the caves allow for that. They literally just dig into that rock and live there!

Physically I don't have too much to say about the Dekthrians other than they're mostly built like the typical western dragon... but I'm planning on fleshing them out at somepoint to allow for variation from their chunky bulky builds (I have to work it out, but I'm planning on potentially a variant that lives on the coast, mostly as an excuse to put Pebble into Voel lol, but also a more serpentine/cloud serpent inspired high altitude variant...). The cool things that I do have about them though are some of their cultural bits, mostly their visage crafting and their funerals. The visage crafting is partially in limbo right now as well due to figuring out what the limitations should be and if it should even exist as it is right now, but essentially a coming of age thing that most Dekthrians participate in is designing and crafting their own tool/weapon/accessory of choice that the also enchant to give them a smaller form more similar to the size of the other Voelian races as a way to integrate better (Dekthrians are the largest of all the main races, with Quarans and Throsians being in a similar range and Teelans varying more... I'll get to them later tho). Again I do have to workshop it but I really like the idea of it being a big deal in their society to spend a long time designing something that's just right for you!! Whatever a Dekthrian makes/chooses is pretty permanent in that making another visage is incredibly difficult due to the magic system I'm also still working on!!

Anyway the other thing I think is really neat about them is their funerals because they go all out. Some more copied text coming up

"it ties into the idea of their primary god being The Mourner... The Dekthrians build off of this and their traditional funerals are basically these very beautiful parties. Everyone is invited regardless of whether they knew the person that died, because this is a chance to get to know them now. The entire thing lasts several days, with the first day being the cremation (burial also happens but is less common. Each family member contributes to the lighting of the fire in cremation) and families tend to have a place where their visage tool is stored afterwards. Not much else happens the first day apart from a quiet moment for personal mourning. The next day is when festivities are expected to start, and these differ from group to group on length and what they do during them. Some parties last a couple days, some last up to a month (tends to happen with popular figures or leaders). The common things in all of them are stories, incredible food, and lots of games. Most Dekthrians try to do activities that the dead person would’ve enjoyed, so maybe poetry reading would happen at one, or there would be a concert at another, etc. It’s a lot of fun and they do a really good job of not just partying but also remembering that person. The last day, whenever it is, usually has a big send off to the deceased, where everyone gathers and a nighttime fire display with lots of colors (magical fireworks basically) marks the end of the ceremony."

Theyr'e the only race whose funeral/death rites I've fleshed out, I do want to get around to everyone else eventually.

Okay last of the races are my favorite children, the Teelans! Aesthetically they're heavily inspired by both the brokers from warcraft and a lot of cool pottery and mesoamerican art and architecture! Here are the brokers for fun because I think they deserve more love (#1 broker fan here they were the best thing to come from shadowlands and I'm dying on that hill)

Teelans are a funny race in that they are technically constructs (animated beings that are usually crafted/sculpted/grown etc) but they're fully sentient and intelligent, where true constructs might have some personality they're ultimately made for a purpose and aren't sentient. The super fun thing about the Teelans is that they're essentially living clay dolls, and a huge part of their culture is self expression and body modification. The variety you can get in size and shape in these guys is one of my favorite things about them, here's some old arts of them.

The blue "flame" is what separates them from true constructs and it's kinda like their soul/consciousness. They're really hard to fully kill because of that, you'd have to completely pulverize their body and leave it unsalvageable. Also a fun thing is that the way Teelans are "born" is via an enchanted mud pit that they emerge out of all goopy -> they then dry out into a very basic humanoid shape and from there they start making adjustments and modifications themselves as they progress through life. They also can't die from old age! I feel like I don't have as much I want to say about them but another thing I think is neat and that transitions semi nicely into other stuff is that Teelan homes are true constructs. Teelan cities technically CAN just get up and move anywhere anytime because most buildings are animated constructs!!

I also don't have a lot to say about constructs apart from what I've already said, but I do want to point out a notable one called the City Colossus. No one really knows who animated it or why they did it (it's theorized that it woke up/was "born" due to a high saturation of god blood in that region...) but the Colossus is always traveling around Voel, and it's become a weird mobile trade hub of sorts. There's again, still a lot I'm working out like whether all of the races inahbit the city -> or if I want to make someone new OR I have considered leaving it abandoned and I do like that a lot. Anyway, the Colossus is completely harmless and just completes its route every year and I love it a lot.

The last thing I really wanna talk about is the magic system which is undergoing some serious reworking, what I can definitely say about it is that everything in this world does have magical properties of varying degrees, with organic creatures having more typically (an exception is the Teelans but they're weird). There's two primary types of magic that can be performed, enchantments and wards. Enchantments are usually assumed to be "temporary magic" and while that is true a lot of the time, the main difference between an enchantment and a ward is where the magic comes from. Wards come from a magic user drawing on their own magic, which is a lot more taxing and typically reserved for bigger permanent spells (for example, Quaran tattoos or Dekthrian weapons) where enchantments make use of other magic sources (so this would be like using animal and mineral ingredients or potion brewing to give temporary effects usually). It's mostly undergoing some reworking because I like it when magic is a little more grounded and has hard set rules, and I felt like earlier on Voel didn't have that! I'm currently trying to figure out the consequences of someone overusing ward magic, it's probably gonna involve just dying from being so drained buttt I'm also playing around with the concept of draining yourself of magic leading to something worse... idk as you can tell a lot of this is still very much being developed!!! That's basically all the big stuff but for fun and as a treat if you made it to the bottom of this, here's some different rough creature concepts for this silly world

[jettboat]

CHAPTER 2 - WHAT'S THAT NOISE?

Leaf litter crunched under Bdubs's feet. His hands were shaking as he held his flashlight. Tugging his moss jacket that he created closer to himself, he noticed that it was getting colder much faster than he would've liked.

Suddenly, he heard a snap.

Turning around, he didn't see anything... Turning a few more times, he did a double take.

Just beyond a few more trees was a trio of glowing yellow eyes.

"H-hello?" Bdubs asked. "Who's there? Etho?"

There was no answer.

"Etho come on!" He said a bit louder, and a bit more squeaky then he would've liked. "I'm not in a joking mood! I will throw this flashlight at you!"

The eyes didn't move.

He heard a rustle and turned to face his side. He could still see the first in his peripheral vision. Unfortunately, it was joined by another trio of eyes.

Bdubs took a few steps back. He didn't think it was his friend anymore.

"Bdubs. Whatever you do. Don't. Move." A voice whispered above him.

He looked up to see Etho, sitting in a tree while looking down at him. The human then looked up towards the eyes.

"Etho, what-" Bdubs started before Etho shushed him.

The human hopped down from the tree as Bdubs turned to look back that the eyes.

"Stay here. Look at the the farther one, keep your eyes off me." He said.

Bdubs nodded as he turned to look at the eyes he was told to and heard Etho walk towards them.

"Hey guys! It's okay, he's my friend." Etho called, a shifting sound made Bdubs think he held up his hands.

The eyes made sounds that sounded like snapping branches, rustling leaves, and creaking trees all in one.

"I know, I know. I'll bring him back to my base. No harm needs to come to him." Etho said.

The eyes stood there for a minute.

"Bdubs, look down at the grass real quick." Etho called back.

As much as he didn't want to, he thought Etho knew what he was doing. He trusted him.

So, he looked down.

He heard the eyes retreat back into the woods.

"Come on, I'll show you to my base and explain everything." Etho said as Bdubs looked back up at him.

That was odd... He never realized it but... Etho has the same color eyes as the things in the woods...

"Um... Look at this... Leaf! Looks at this leaf and follow my voice." Etho explained as he fished a leaf out of his pocket and handed it to Bdubs.

"Ooookay?" Bdubs took the grey leaf and followed Etho's voice.

"It's just this way. What are you doing this far out in the middle of the night for?" The human asked.

"Grian and Martyn came to my- WAIT IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?!" Bdubs yelled. "IT WAS SUNSET WHEN I CAME IN." He almost looked up at Etho before remembering what his friend does in line of sight and kept his eyes on the leaf in his hands.

"Yeah, this forest likes playing mind tricks, like it's got a mind of it's own." Etho said. "What's this about Grian and Martyn?"

"Oh, they came over and started yapping about another theory they had." Bdubs explained, twirling the leaf in his fingers.

"What was it about this time? That Scar's a zombie?" Etho asked with a chuckle.

"No... It was about you not being human." Bdubs said, his suspicions rising.

Etho didn't answer for a moment which made Bdubs's stomach sink.

"You're not human... Are you?" Bdubs mumbled.

"I'll explain... We're almost there." Etho said.

Etho's base was in the heart of the pale garden. How Big B never found it was odd, but to be fair, he probably never went this deep in the woods.

It was cozy inside, a lot warmer than outside much to Bdubs's surprise.

"This is incredible!" Bdubs said, turning to Etho who instantly froze where he stood after closing the door.

"Thanks, sit down, I'll make some hot cocoa." Etho said.

Bdubs sat down at a table, fusing his jacket back into his body.

Etho soon came back with two mugs of hot cocoa.

He handed one to Bdubs before sitting down himself.

Bdubs blew on his cocoa as Etho sighed.

"I'm sorry, I really should've told you sooner..." He said as he stared at his mug.

"Hey man, it's alright! You can tell me anything." Bdubs smiled at him.

The human took a deep breath in. "I'm... Not human... I'm a creaking." He said, avoiding Bdubs's gaze. "I've lived here all my life and a few weeks ago, I was allowed to leave the woods and join you guys in the game."

Bdubs stared at one of his best friends for a moment.

"Sweet cheese and crackers, Grian and Martyn were right!" He yelled.

I just realized how perfect this au is for Halloween time LOL

Bdubs knows Etho's secret now! How will Bdubs react? How will they get out of the woods and Grian's deal? All (might) be answered next time!

Huge thank you to all who voted on the last chapter, really helped pull this au together!

[itzmoss]

my pc caught fire .....

my dad had to bring it outside

its smells so bad in here

THERE WAS NO WARNING EITHER

nothing was indicating it was overheating or anything

there was NOTHING

it just suddenly sparked and started smoking out of no where

my dads gonna figure out like a refund or smth 😭

[jerichotickles]

LMAO yeah my best friend called me a "stupid-ass Californian" when I first came up(I showed up in the middle of a snowstorm in a tank tops, shorts, and sandals 💀) I used to go camping pretty often, I feel my best when I'm just. In the forest. My ideal environment. The open sky, no walls, no masters, just dirt and sticks and trees and the wind. I joke that I'm a cryptid, but it's genuinely so freeing. I love bugs, even if I have a similar fear of waking up with them in my nose or ears. I love resting on moss when it's sunny and going fishing, and I used to love climbing trees and rocks until I injured my achilles heel in an ice skating accident. I was SUPPOSED to go to the Garden of the Gods with my exes, but. Well. They're exes for a reason. Garden of the Gods and Red Rocks are on my bucket list!!

Learning to drive in CO is terrifying. Left turns and snow are probbly going to be the hardest things to learn. 💀 cant say im looking forward to it

The big M on the mountain was fascinating to me when I first saw it, back in Cali there's lots of designs on hillsides. The big M reminded me of the big hillside cross that's in Livermoor.

sorry ive been yapping so much 💀💀💀 thank you for indulging my dumb ass 💜

THATS FUNNY i remember when i was in middle school, my mom, my grandma, and I were going to California for a vacation near Christmas. It was snowing heavily and it was below 0, so here we are, bundled up in thick, warm clothes, showing up to Cali a few hours later and immediately starting to sweat our asses off 😭

if i wasn’t such a pussy, i’d be out in nature so much more often, because like you said, it really is freeing! everything about it is soooo calming. i always told myself that ive i stayed in Colorado, id want to move to Larkspur because of how pretty it is with all the hills and lakes and such.

I hope you’ll be able to get out and hike sometime soon, or just in a really pretty place. Fuck those exes! (in a bad way. hopefully?)

oooh not the achilles heel 😣 just thinking about it makes MINE hurt

NOOOOO YOU ARE SOOO GOOD! you’re really fun to talk to imo so i don’t mind at all 💕 plus, it makes me just a little happy knowing someone so close by is in the same community!

[hayffiebird]

Taste of Strawberries, chap. 55 (part one) - sneak peek

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay (Canon divergence) Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie becomes a fixture in Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is rekindled. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile, Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something which will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming. READ MORE

Chapter 55, The dove and the butterfly (part one)

The sun was on the rise, casting long shadows. Burning away the veils of morning mist.

Haymitch half-jogged across the meadow, leaving the gray, worn houses of his home behind.

The Seam, at this hour, was alive only with the occasional bird twitter and the miners heading for work. Heavy boots against cinder streets. Quiet murmurs. Tin lunch boxes bumping with every step.

A chill lingered in the air but it would warm up soon enough, that’s for sure. Dewy blades of grass licked Haymitch’s bare ankles. He shivered but it couldn’t be helped.

As he went from fifteen to sixteen, his patched trousers only inched further and further up. Didn’t matter how much he tugged and pulled at the hem. His futile attempts never failed to make Tara laugh - but only in that sweet way of hers.

Ma, who wasted nothing, was in the middle of sewing him a pair of shorts made from a government-issued flour sack. Better suited for the sweltering summer months approaching. But until she’d stitched the final thread, he had to make do with these.

Tara called the meadow the friend of the condemned because it could hide you from the peacekeepers, and the ugly fence surrounding the district lay not far beyond.

His father’s old shoes were too big for him but he’d stuffed his winter socks at the front so he should be alright, even on a long trek like today.

He crawled under the fence, brushed flakes of rust from his hair and headed into the green embrace of the wilderness.

He didn’t stop until he reached their usual randezvous spot. His girl’s favorite rock. Overgrown with moss. Surrounded by a crown of buttercups.

“Tara?”

His gaze turned skyward, out of pure habit. She’d taken to scaling those trees so often lately, it was like she lived there.

“T?”

In response, a pebble echoed as it hit a nearby trunk. The sound spread a smile on his lips. He shielded his eyes. Scanned those leafy branches opposite him.

“Hoo!” The owl sound, coming from on high, was instantly followed by the yapping of a dog. Little Gus. Haymitch craned his neck in the other direction.

”Olly olly oxen free!”

A pinecone dropped smack on his head.

“Ow!”

Giggles. He rubbed his head vigorously, play-acting for effect but of course he couldn’t keep from grinning.

“Come on, T! Can’t kiss you when I’m down here, can I?”

[verdantshotarrow]

"Oh. A lost dog?" It's too cute to be a stray - Ike knows this. He crouches down. "Come here, boy. Let's get you home."

It’s Ike! It’s Ike? It’s Ike! Ike Ike Ike Ike Ike!!

(OhmygoshitsmrIkeI’msogladyoureherethisisinsanewhyamiadog?!?!)

So much to say, yet all that came out was the chirpy yaps of a small dog.

“Bork! Bork Bork!”

Instinctively the moss colored Pomeranian felt his tail wag- Were dog instincts influencing his personality now or something?

Right as he questioned that he couldn’t stop himself from giving Ike a big ol slobbery lick. Oh gods that’s so embarrassing…..!! But he was so excited! He couldn’t stop being excited! Ike Ike Ike Ike Ike-!!

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[the-travelling-witch]

no clue if i'm doing the valentine's ask game right at all BUT-!!

i'm curious how cass & leona / selene & angelica / carmilla & jade would spend valentine's day 👀 (you can pick which ones to yap about i know it's a lot ghdlkjs)

omg ian, hiiiii!! first of all happy valentine's day, i hope you're having a great day <3 also i think it's less of an ask game and more of a "i'm okay receiving valentine's day asks" kind of thing, but !! ofc i'm more than happy to yap about my ocs (when am i not, is the real question)

i originally wanted to write sth for all of them but i have such a headache (+ i'm still struggling with wrist pain bc i just can't give them a break), so i decided to write a drabble for carmilla and jade bc it came easiest to me and then give my brief thoughts on the other pairings instead

Carmilla & Jade [Surf and Turf]

“I admit I’m not closely accustomed with land dwellers’ Valentine’s Day traditions, but to think that it would encompass kidnapping your beloved into the woods… How very intriguing indeed.”

“Oh shush, you. It’s not much further now,” Carmilla giggled, continuing to lead the way into the woods just shy of NRC’s campus. The sun had already begun to settle in for the night, cosying into her bed behind the horizon and illuminating the students’ trail with the last golden rays. It wouldn’t be much longer, however, until their path would be lighted by the flickering blue flames at Carmilla’s command. “So Valentine’s day isn’t a thing under the sea?”

“Hm, as many of humankind’s customs do, it has started catching on with merfolk. Though mainly with those living closer to the surface,” Jade answered easily, still placidly letting himself be led up one of his favourite hiking trails by their intertwined hands. His mood had been rather cheerful ever since the fox had appeared in his dorm with an enigmatic grin and the promise of a surprise. “It has yet to sink into the waters of the deep sea, if you will. And I reckon our Valentine’s gifts would be rather unique, too. Perhaps I could interest you in a seaweed bouquet?”

“If anyone could make that sound appealing, it would be you, I’m afraid,” the fae laughed, equally bright. With all her Valentine’s shoots wrapped up ahead of time, she’d been eager to spend time with her merman. Though confident in what she had prepared for him, there was still an undergoing current of nervousness within her. “Without wanting to spoil anything, I guess you could say my gift isn’t your typical bouquet of roses either.”

Putting his free hand over his chest, Jade gasped in faux surprise. “And here I was thinking you were leading me up the mountains to grant me with an overpriced armful of cut flowers and a heart shaped box of chocolates.”

“I should have known you’d figure it out. Oh dear, you know me too well, it appears,” Carmilla played along with a heart wrenching sigh. Then, she stopped in an inconspicuous part of the trail. “Ooh we’re here already. You trust me, right?”

“I do, of course,” Jade replied, tilting his head to the side, intrigued by the implications of her question. When Carmilla untied a silky ribbon from her outfit, he understood her intentions immediately. A shiver of electricity zapped down his spine in anticipation as he leant forward slightly, so she could tie it gently around his eyes. My, wasn’t she the most darling girl ever, keeping him on his toes and surprising him at every turn?

In the end, the blindfold didn’t stay on for long in this terrain, only serving to ramp up his anticipation even more at the last moment. After a few careful metres over the forest soil -though he noted that someone seemingly removed all tricky obstacles- the ground beneath his shoes became softer with the texture of grass and moss, leading him to believe they’d arrived at a forest clearing of some sort. With his vision blocked, his other senses had sharpened but instead of taking in nature’s sounds, Jade honed in on the company of the person next to him. He didn’t need to see her to be conscious of Carmilla’s presence surrounding him, flickering in and out like one of her fairy lights but never leaving his side.

Then, the knot in the silk scarf came undone, the ribbon fluttering down to rest over his shoulder. Jade blinked a few times, trying to process what it was he was seeing.

“So, what do you think?” Carmilla supplied, slinking next to him and wrapping an arm around his, gently encouraging him to take a closer look.

They were indeed standing in a small glade, one Jade had never noticed despite his frequent hikes around the area. Looking back over his shoulder, he could say with certainty the path the two of them had taken had not been there before. Or had been very well concealed. Small, floating lights illuminated their surroundings, dipping the pine trees and moss in warm light. What caught his attention most of all though was what was growing inside clearing. Mushrooms of varying shapes, sizes and colours -some even glowing with bioluminescence- were sprouting all around them, decorating the area. It was clear they were not native to Sage Island, for he had never seen them before. Also obvious was that someone had taken great care in growing them.

“Do you like your gift?” Prodding the eel a little, Carmilla carefully studied his reaction. Perhaps the silence would have felt intimidating if she couldn’t spot that particular gleam of fascination in his heterochromatic eyes she loved so much. “I remembered how interested you seemed when I told you about the mushrooms I saw back in Briar Valley. So I contacted an old friend who still lives there to see what I could do.”

Strong arms wrapped around her in response, pulling her fully into his space, coaxing a surprised laugh from her. Reciprocating the action, Carmilla leaned fully into him, savouring the closeness and the safety of happily burrowing into his chest. Even as Jade let go, he didn’t allow her to float past his reach. Instead keeping Carmilla anchored to him by cupping her cheeks in his gloved hands.

“My dearest pearl, you didn’t seriously believe I would dislike this surprise of yours, did you? Surely you know me better than that.” He sealed his warm words a telling kiss, one that Carmilla all too happily tip-toed up into. There was rosiness to both of the students’ cheeks as they parted again, their fingers intertwining instead. “In case I must make myself even more clear, I doubt I have ever received a more thoughtful gift. You’ve set a high bar for me to clear when it’s my turn.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to make it too easy for you, right? I’d hate for you to grow bored of it,” Carmilla teased, giving his hand a fond squeeze. There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she added, “Perhaps, however, you should check the entire gift before you start scheming with revenge.”

“Oh? What else could you possibly have prepared? You really do love going all out, don’t you?” Shaking his head affectionately, dual-coloured eyes tracked the movement of her arm as she reached behind her and pulled a book out of thin air. Handing it to him, Jade recognised the handwriting on the cover as hers immediately. “Is this-“

“A compendium of sorts, written by yours truly,” Carmilla offered, winking at him. “Someone once imparted on me the importance of taking notes when it comes to horticulture.”

“How is it that you make me fall in love with you even more than I already have?” Carefully flipping through the pages, ghosting his fingers over delicate writing and detailed illustrations, it really started to sink in how much planning had gone into this surprise. It spurred his motivation to plan what he would give her in return. Oh, he couldn’t wait to return to his room and get creative.

For now, however, he was content to stay in this small sanctuary a little longer. A blanket was spread over the grass for the two to settle down on, Carmilla happily leaning her head against Jade’s shoulder as he poured over the book and compared it with the mushrooms in front of them. Every now and then, she would point out certain things to him, adding bits and pieces to his fascinated rambling. Mostly though, she was just happy to listen to his voice, basking in the tranquility and peace of his presence and letting his excitement infect her, too.

Even without using her unique magic, Carmilla could feel the love between the two of them, spreading a warmth throughout her like no other. A few years ago, the fae couldn’t have phathomed going out of her way for somebody else like this, let alone spending days and weeks on a mere present. Now she was glad she did.

Cass & Leona [Golden Hour]

“Oi herbivore, do you know what day is today?” 

“Friday.” 

“…It’s Valentine’s Day.” 

“So you guys have commercial holidays too huh?”

In a total reversal of expectations, Leona is probably the one who brings up Valentine’s Day as a topic during lunch break in the botanical gardens. While Cass is also aware of the traditions, it’s not something she particularly cares about and she didn’t think Leona was the type to either. Which she is kinda right about, to be honest.

The only reason Leona entertains the custom in the first place is because, despite himself, he really didn’t want to disappoint any expectations he thought Cass might have. And, secondly, he’s not dumb. He knows Cass is well-known and well-liked by quite a few people and he’s normally not all in people’s faces with their relationship. Meaning, he wants to shut down the possibility of anyone getting any funny ideas about confessing to her.

So, he very unceremoniously gives Cass a present in the form of a piece of jewellery. This could either be a beaded or golden bracelet, a necklace or a charm for her camp necklace or a hair accessory he can braid into her locks. As long as it’s unmistakably his and easy for others to identify as such, he’s content. There’s a high chance it’s actually a piece of his jewellery that he already had on hand and decided to give her on a whim. Definitely not because he cares about some herbivore and enjoys the idea of her always carrying around sth that he gave her. Definitely not. (He cares. So much.)

Cass lets him do as he pleases, both because she is actually a little flustered over the fact that he’s very openly staking a claim over her and because she thinks his attitude about it is funny. Sure, he is very nonchalant about it, which probably would’ve soured the day for others, but Cass is all about someone’s actions and the meaning that’s read between the lines. 

Leona’s lucky she knows he cares for her because if she didn’t, he wouldn’t get away with pulling her down for a nap after that circus. As Cass tells him about his day, he’ll hum and absentmindedly run his fingers over the jewellery, half considering if he should get her to also wear his jacket.

(At least other beastmen should get the hint by now not to try anything funny…)

Selene & Angelica [Shipname tba]

Selene and Angelica’s Valentine's Day is a lot more low-key than others might first suspect. Not because they’re not head over heels for each other. No. It’s because for them, every day is Valentine’s Day (more or less). They give each other gifts and affections throughout the year as the mood and inspiration strikes them. So sure, they’ll hang out but it’s business as usual for these two.