#on the floor when ppl like/take interest in my little creatures

[sketchytea]

Hi I'm back.

1) I know Endras uses He/they, but is there a pronoun you want me (or anyone) to stick to?

2) The Shadow Dragon origin story is pretty vague. Do you have any headcanons around the job that Endras was working that got the Venatori heat brought down on the Shadows enough for him to skip town with Varric?

3) Speaking of origins, do you use the built in "military orphan baby" background the Shadows gives Rook? I didn't even know that was part of the background until my second playthrough, so my Rook has a WILDLY different upbringing 😅

hello and welcome back!!! i have been travelling so this did not get answered sooner, but i've thoroughly enjoyed chewing on these questions. enclosed below are my long-ass answers

i know endras uses he/they, but is there a pronoun you want me (or anyone) to stick to?

not really! i use he/they pretty interchangeably for them. thank you for asking :>

do you have any headcanons around the job that endras was working that got the venatori heat brought down on the shadows enough for him to skip town with varric?

i think i saw someone float the idea that varric was the visiting dignitary that rook mercar was guarding lmao. i like it a lot and have incorporated it into my own canon (edit: on second thought that was canon all along i think. nice job past me). the base story doesn't really clarify what ‘investigating’ a slavery ring meant, especially when it took place in tevinter lol. given the rest of the details, my current idea is that it was a venatori one specifically, and that the investigation was primarily meant to gather information for the sake of a bigger operation, then rescue any slaves they came across before going back in later.

i hc rook believed that following the original plan, the mission would ‘fail’ because: either wherever they were supposed to be looking wasn’t deep enough and it seemed apparent that they were sure to return empty-handed, or because of something more dramatic, like catching wind of plans to move the slaves elsewhere (or worse, kill/sacrifice them) before they'd have time to get more shadows on the job.

rest of my hcs involve the series of events lol. would that i could draw it all. naturally, lots of venatori were killed, but there were also too many that weren't that saw his face. probably involved something like triggering explosions and dropping chandeliers, etc. hence the ‘wanton destruction of property’ charge.

speaking of origins, do you use the built in "military orphan baby" background the shadows gives rook?

yes i did, LOL. i was so astounded when further details of that came up in conversation. even more so when the codex mentioning legatus mercar came up. i personally really like working within the boundaries of canon, so that was a morsel that i was gnawing giggling kicking my feet over for days.

for endras, i hc charon mercar already had an older daughter of his own, but had recently lost a new child when he'd found endras on the battlefield (though endras doesn't know that). they have a difficult relationship but do care for each other. i have drawing plans for this.

this has been a deep point of discussion on the shadow dragon community lol. if you're interested in other mercar backstory takes i recommend taking a look (or not! lol no pressure)

[tvntheatre]

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Took you long enough, TV.

💣The name's Collector or Cocoa, feel free to call me TV however.

This is an assorted blog, unfiltered for my own sanity, reblogs galore, art in debatable quantities and unwarranted things — like posted or reblogged drawings with untagged fews and all.

My art is tagged under #My Arto. What a surprise./s

Kindly don't follow if you won't stick around for my many fandom arcs. I am a multi-fandom blog and there WILL be different interests floating around in this noggin. Which means, yes, my OCs could be randomly tossed in between fandom posts. Timezone PH🇵🇭

Oh, yes, and I'm a sailor mouth. I have no obligations to anything on this app yet and so this will lead to my unfortunate habit of keeping a colorful vocabulary unchecked.

More shit to be placed under cut.

Obligatory Q&A

Can we make drawing requests?

Yes, and I have the volition not to answer.

Can we ask about your characters?

By all means, yes. I love talking about my characters.

Can we ask the characters themselves?

Absolutely. It's fun to write them at all, I'll take any excuse to yap about design. And story. I love writing!!!!

Can I make fanart/get inspired by your designs?

Of course, just have the decency to credit me if inspiration is taken and please ping me when you make fanart! I rarely get any, I'd enjoy my little guys getting attention.

Can I repost your art?

No. <3

If you must, credit me, but I'd prefer you didn't. I have a blog to be redirected to for a reason.

Who's your profile? You haven't changed it in decades, is he relevant?

Nobody asked this but I'll yap anyway. That's an old drawing of Robin, one of my main four Fallen London based Original Characters! If you ever want to know about my OC stuff, please, ask. I have a novel's worth of thoughts on them and a lack of motivation to post a story on them. I'd be ready enthused to know if other people outside my friend circle are interested. I'm on my knees with my head bowed to the floor I LOVE MY OCS AND THE POPULATION OF THEIR FANDOM IS IN THE SINGLE DIGITS</3

Alternative accounts?

@stmwrks014, an Axis RP/Askblog account. It's gonna be filled with headcanons and lore deviations, especially from the fact that this starts off with Chujin alive first and foremost. There's plans to have arcs by the way.

My other alt accs are rather irrelevant otherwise.

INTERESTS/LIKES!

Only the ones I can name off the top of my head, in no particular order

Current = colored / Pls don't spoil = italics / Retired interest = strikethrough

Fallen London (Mostly for my OCs)

Undertale/Deltarune

Undertale Yellow

Lethal Company

Dredge

Iron Lung

Poppy Playtime

TAWOG

Regular Show

Steven Universe

Wreck-It-Ralph <3

Faith, the Unholy Trinity

Mario/Sonic Franchises

(And the EXEs :(/silly)

Madness Combat

Welcome Home (at some point?)

Dayshift at Freddy's

Dialtown

FNaF

HLVRAI

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Dark Revival

Henry Stickmin

Untitled Goose Game

Epic the Musical

Carrion (the spooky meat video game)

Gravity Falls

Adventure Time

Milo Murphy's Law (at some point)

Pokemon (to an extent)

Pokepastas (what is wrong with m—)

Will Wood (queer I am)

Chikn Nuggit

AvA/M

Minecraft (I don't have ppl to play with but the stuff ppl make is fun :]]])

Roblox (I don't know what games I could play but again, the creatures.....)

Sparkbird

Fish in a Birdcage

Jhariah

The Stupendium

I'd say I like Spongebob but most people who have a TV do too.

FNF (I'd like to get back in this fandom out of curiosity but I'm scared of it.)

And uh. A retired interest is basically just ones I'm not all that interested in anymore but wouldn't mind seeing around. Or basically just a fleeting interest.

Do I have a DNI? Nope! I block as I please. A persona, mascot or self-insert? Not yet! At least, not an official one. I'll figure it out.

Fuck it, out of the closet I go. I'm also a self-shipper! Nothing serious though, I do it to cope. ✨ I won't claim to be the most [blank] of an F/O, I quite enjoy seeing certain other self-ships with a character. With who do I self-ship? Well, I'm unbothered to type.

Where the fuck did i get these gifs from, good question.

[tiktaalic]

since you're the ceo of gay dean, do you have any fic recs? i have trouble finding anything good besides yours, ao3 user saltyfeathers and wtf gay little jack :(

ceo of gay dean??? oh boy the gay dean economy must be in shambles if that’s me. and i don’t have any specific recs, sorry! idk if you’ve already checked the gay dean tag on ao3? i sorted by kudos and excluded That pairing but oof these pickings look slim... i personally dont read aus (and havent read any of the fics that i’m about to link so i can’t vouch) but here r some canonverse works in the gay dean tag. cut for length

dean winchester really needs to make some gay friends - “Like, I’m trying to think if I’ve had, I don’t know, crushes. If I ever had a gay thing before you came along and just didn’t notice,” Dean said.Cas suddenly looked down, and away from Dean. If Dean didn’t know better, he would swear Cas looked guilty.“What is it, Cas?”“You have had several… gay things before.” Cas still wouldn’t look at him.“What? When? How come you know this better than I do?

something on your mind? -  Sam and Dean are cursed to have personifications of their minds following them around. That's shouldn't be too bad of a problem. Just another day for the Winchesters. Except for the part where their minds speak every single thought Sam and Dean have.

the other sides of the story -  Sam and Dean go check out portals popping up in their world to make sure no more monsters cross over. They meet alternate versions of people they know and there seems to be one common thread-Dean and Cas are together.

doing life with me - He remembers the rules. The same rules set by the most beautiful drag queen in all of Alabama, spoken to him while he hid his tear-stained face, cowering on the grimy floor of a rest station bathroom: don’t talk; don’t ask for money, because most of the time, they won’t pay him anyway; don’t cry; don’t let them kiss him; and most importantly, don’t get attached. For the first time in two decades, Dean breaks the cardinal rule—and opens his mouth. “I’m too old for this.”

how many more times -  After a hunt that forces Castiel to admit his feelings for Dean, more than one truth comes out. Desperate to right the wrong he allowed to happen 26 years ago, he travels back in time and stops Azazel from murdering Mary Winchester. John never becomes a hunter, and Dean grows up a normal kid while Castiel deals with the aftermath of his decision in Heaven. When the war dies down, he comes back to Earth to fulfill a promise - a promise he made to come back for Dean one day. They fall in love all over again, but just when Castiel is finally happy, they're thrown back in time once more. How many times will Cass and Dean need to find each other before they figure out who’s screwing with them, and more importantly, how to stop them?

psalm 40:2 - “How the fuck do you know my name?” Dean hisses. The man doesn’t look scared. He is watching Dean like there is nothing else worth watching, lips a little parted, eyes a little soft. And blue. Real blue, like the ocean on a postcard. The ice spreading down Dean’s spine makes him shiver. “I suppose you could say I’m your guardian angel,” the man murmurs. His breath fogs pale between them. All of him is unnaturally warm, like Dean’s touching somebody with the sun sewn up beneath their skin. “I have known you, Dean Winchester, for a very long time.” * Dean meets an angel who says he's from the future. It all gets a lot more complicated from there.

just trying to shake off the shame - “What, you don’t think this warrants any kind of discussion?" Or: Sam is nosy, Dean is uncooperative.

tell me i’m an angel kick me like a stray -  Pain is the first emotion Castiel, angel of the lord, feels. If only it had ended at pain. Castiel documents every new emotion that nestles its way into his stolen heart. As time passes, he realises how truly fucked he is, how human he has become.

best of both worlds -  Dean is very jealous, Cas is finally getting the love he deserves, AU Dean is a badass little bitch, Sam is done with y'all's shit.

through mine, you were looking in yours -  A missing scene from "The End". In which Dean realises things, another Dean struggles, and Cas is being just a bit of an asshole

when angels fall -  On a hunting accident gone wrong, Dean accidentally shoots a creature instead of a fleeing monster. The creature in question turns out to be Castiel, an angel assigned to the Winchester's, tasked with watching over them. The bullet, engraved and imbued with magical properties, clips Castiel’s wings and leaves him grievously injured and unable to return to heaven. As such, Dean takes him in and cares for him.

the savior, our wedding, & a pizza surprise -  As Castiel Winchester slept with his head resting in Dean’s lap in the Man of Letters bunker, Dean looked lovingly at two framed photographs proudly displayed on a nearby table and wistfully remembered how Dean had begged Jack to rescue Cas from the Empty, how elated he had been to have Cas back, how their relationship quickly escalated as if they were trying to make up for years of lost time, and what a spectacularly fun adventure their wedding and honeymoon had been. A kiss from Cas brought Dean back into the present, and is followed by a pizza surprise in a way which Sam hopes to never see photographic evidence of, although it sparked Eileen’s interest in receiving helpful tips from the infamous pizza man.

what is the truth -  Dean and Sam, after knowing about Huntercop and their other self from an another universe, were willing to help them to find a place in which they can stay. But suddenly, Castiel cames and met them too, and this other Dean can't stop to flirt with him. Our Dean is not so happy about it

again, i haven’t actually read any of these, just skimmed the summaries as i copy and pasted em. my taste is pretty specific and out of step w other ppl’s, but the ones i put in my marked for later list were something on your mind, the other sides of the story, doing life with me, psalm 40:2, just trying to shake off the shame, through mine, you were looking in yours, and when angels fall. 

[scrutineyeze]

i’m seeing a lot of ppl tossing around ideas about the nature of Fear & the Fourteen Fears (& some about the Extinction & its place in that), so i thought i’d try my hand at it too, lol. these thoughts have been kicking around my head for a while, & i’d be really interested in hearing what others think about this !

gonna put a warning here just about descriptions of fear/s & stuff. also a heads up: this contains spoilers for all of the magnus archives up to date [6/29/2020] and also i have A Lot of thoughts & can Not shut up, so this got. long. (2.7k) & ,,, increasingly weirdly worded bc uhh that’s kinda How I Write

without further ado: my thoughts on Fear, its facets, & how Old these might be. possibly also featuring mentions of the sublime & various things i’ve read. (i’ll work to paraphrase and/or quote these things as succinctly as possible.)

01. introduction 02. Fear: that it is not distinct Fears 03. Fear: a continuation, that it is in Facets 04. on the separation & age of such Facets 05. on, indeed, why such facets cannot be seen are Separate 06. some closing thoughts

01. thesis: robert smirke is Wrong about Fear. robert smirke believes that Fear is distinguishable into Fourteen Separate Fears; this has been shown to be, of a sort, already incorrect, as jonah magnus figured out & demonstrated with the only successful ritual, which entailed bringing in all the “fears” at once. however, to think of them as distinct Fears as in plural is a misunderstanding.

02. the following are selections from the meno, a dialogue written by plato & this translation is from Cathal Woods. beginning at 71d.

Socrates: … But you yourself, divine Meno, what do you say virtue is? … Meno: M: But it's not hard to say, Socrates. To begin with, if you want the virtue of a man, it's easy. A man's virtue is this: to attend to the affairs of the city effectively and in the process to benefit his friends and harm his enemies and make sure that he suffers nothing similar himself. If you're looking for the virtue of a woman, it's not hard to express. It's to manage her home well, preserving her possessions and being obedient to her husband. And there's a different virtue for children, both male and female, and for an old man, and, if you want, for a free man and, if you so desire, for a slave. And there are so many other virtues that there's no problem saying what virtue is, since there's a virtue for each occupation and stage of life with respect to each function of each person. And I take the same to hold for vice, Socrates. Socrates: It seems I've had some great good fortune, Meno, if, when looking for a single virtue, I have discovered in your possession some kind of swarm of virtues.

socrates then goes on to ask about bees & if meno thinks that they differ from each other insofar as “their being bees” or if they only differ through other means, such as beauty, size, colour, etc. meno says that they differ by other means, not through their being bees, & socrates presses then that virtue must be the same: there must be something which makes each of the attributes which meno listed virtues, and that connecting thread must be Virtue.

imagine, then, that we are talking about fear. (not so hard to do, when we are talking about fear lol.) so it might follow thus:

Socrates: meno, what is fear? Meno: Well, it is of corruption, and of violence, and of death, and of …

and so on—except that meno could, of course, differentiate further than simply the fourteen which smirke spoke of. as said in 111 “Family Business:”

I always think it helps to imagine them like colours. The edges bleed together, and you can talk about little differences: “oh, that’s indigo, that’s more lilac”, but they’re both purple. I mean, I guess there are technically infinite colours, but you group them together into a few big ones. A lot of it’s kind of arbitrary. I mean, why are navy blue and sky blue both called blue, when pink’s an entirely different colour from red?

and, of course, he goes on to say:

I mean, you could see them all as just one thing, I guess, but it would be pretty much meaningless, y’know, like… like trying to describe a… shirt by talking about the concept of colour.

but i would (will) argue that it isn’t meaningless to try to describe Fear as it is, which is as a single Entity. because it is the differences by other means (beauty, size, shape) which distinguish the facets of Fear, and not that it is distinct from itself by its Being Fear. that which makes us afraid—and us here, and likely everywhere, will be in reference to living things which feel fear in general, tho i will try to make myself clear at any time i speak less or more generally—makes us afraid through its Shared Connection to Fear, not through its connection to any other thing or other attributes. if something has the capacity to induce fear, then it must contain within itself the connection to Fear, or its being scary—the way that a bee, regardless of its other features, will always share with other bees their Being Bees, and the way that virtues must all contain within themselves that which Makes Them Virtuous in order to be listed as virtues at all. “that which Makes Them Virtuous,” socrates says, must be Virtue, & he spends the whole dialogue trying to get meno to help him answer that question (plus an interesting part about memory & reincarnation, but that’s unrelated).

(i’m going to say here that you Really Don’t Have To Read the meno. i uh personally dislike plato, esp when he’s not talking about love—but this is neither here nor there.)

03. so this brings us to, well, if Fear isn’t separate, then what are the Fourteen in relation to Fear? i’d say that they’re Facets of Fear, the way that honeybees and bumblebees are both bees, and aren’t different insofar as “their being bees,” but they are different in terms of other things, such as size and shape, so you might call them Facets (or different manifestations) of Bee-ness.

this does, also, allow for the looseness of seeing Fear like Colour. you can stick to the basics—blue, red, yellow, green, etc.—or get into specifics—ochre, cerulean, lilac—but you’re still discussing Colour. at the same time, Fear works similarly; you can speak of Fear of change (which would include fears such as uninjured to injured, healthy to sick, alive to dead), of depths (which is my reasoning against the point in 111 that “[s]ome really clash, and you just can’t put them together” … “I doubt The Buried would be bringing through The Vast,” because the fear of both seems to me as significantly more similar than dissimilar: the fear is often categorized as not being able to breathe, due to a too-much or not-enough, and also as the fear of being insignificant in comparison to the size, the fear of a deepness you will Never comprehend that Will Swallow you—a video i would Highly Recommend is “Fear of Depths,” made by Jacob Geller; he talks mostly about caves, the darkness you can’t see into, the call of the void. he talks some of the creatures at the bottom of the ocean, a lot about various video games, including a platformer which causes you to lose the floor. it’s a game about going deeper, ever deeper, and yet … you’re plunged into a massive, empty space. it’s a very, very good video. cw for talking about someone dying stuck in a cave.)—and you can speak of Fear in specifics, even more into detail than the Fourteen do. the Fourteen seems, to me, as a relatively easy nomenclature for these things, especially as understanding these things involve “paradoxes that most adults couldn’t handle” (111)

04. and i’m not arguing, necessarily, against using such nomenclature. to talk about Fear is difficult—i believe, much like socrates believes in Virtue, that there must be something that we can speak to which will succinctly categorize all that we find Scary, but, just like socrates and his search for Virtue rather than the naming of virtues, i find myself at a loss. i have my own thoughts on its connection to the sublime, & how terror and awe meet—how i find it impossible to separate the two, and other thoughts on how perhaps calling what i’m speaking of Fear is a reduction of what it Is—but i think putting those thoughts in another meta is a better organization of my thoughts.

so to talk about Fear in a much more manageable way, to talk about it in its particulars, in its Facets, allows us to better speak to it, just as, when trying to speak of Bravery, one does not need to speak of all things Virtuous.

however, i do believe it important to bear in mind the distinction between something being a Facet of Fear, and something being A Separate Fear. this is when we come to the “age” of various “fears,” or facets. this is another point at which i believe that robert smirke is wrong. he believes that the flesh is the youngest entity, that the end is old & so is the dark—and i’ve seen further speculation from there, about the eye being young—which, in light of how the eye (or, at least, jonah magnus, which i think is more likely, as it does seem Fear is malleable based on belief—as it should be, if it is to reflect our Fear) feels about children’s fears (cf. “Night Night,” ep. 173), i’ve seen quite a bit about

in order for fear to exist, the Fear must have been there since the first time fear was felt—or must have been created simultaneously with it, or some such thing. if Fear is indeed how i’ve described it, and smirke took the easy way out by calling it by its Facets as meno did Virtue, then i would argue against the saying that one facet of Fear is older than another—especially because the difference seems only to be in how close one pays attention.

consider the hunt and the eye, for a moment. at first glance—indeed, likely from smirke’s point of view—the hunt would be an older fear than the eye. we understand the hunt to be the fear of being chased, the fear of being made prey, the fear of predators lurking or stalking or hunting. and we understand the eye to be the fear of being watched, seen, known, of having our secrets brought into the light—the eye, as i’ve seen algie @equalseleventhirds say (along with a great deal of other things that i find highly interesting! they have had a lot to say about the connection between fears—fear soup is the nomenclature there—& also about jonah’s effect on the apocalypse & the distinction of Fear that we’ve seen in season five; all of this i highly recommend checking out) is younger than others, and from how these facets are understood now, it seems possible

after all, animals have been afraid of being prey since there were first hunters.

except to be hunted, you must first be Seen. how many animals protect themselves through camouflage? how long have animals used camouflage to protect themselves? how many animals Must fear being Seen just as much as being Hunted because, to them, those facets are inextricable?

05. which brings us to the facets being incapable of being made separate. we—and once more, this is all living things which can feel fear—don’t ever fear only One Thing At A Time.

from a piece of my writing (which is still very much in the works):

“Fear … isn’t that separate. The cabin fed on your fear of loss, yes, but also of being alone—of being left alone. Of being the sole survivor. Of watching us slip away—of losing us to an unfathomable violence that hid[es] … you’re not only afraid of one thing, Tim. It all blurs together.”

in this instance, i’m talking about desolation—kind of. 111 describes it as the “[f]ear of pain, fear of loss, fear of unthinking or cruel destruction.” but where does the fear of pain stop connecting to the fear of being prey, of being the victim of some unexpected violence? from “the Eye Opens,” ep. 160:

You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the fear of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral?

where does the fear of loss stop being the fear of being alone? if you’re afraid of losing those you love, you’re also afraid of being made separate from them, of being alone, aren’t you?

even the flesh, which smirke thinks began with the industrial revolution, must have existed since there were first bodies. even if included within other facets, there are so many things which force us to recall our own physicality in the worst way. in the disease & decomposition of bodies—in things like gangrene, in the bacteria that consume flesh—in the witnessing of flesh (sometimes yours) in the mouths of predators—hyenas and lions don’t always kill their prey being beginning to consume it—

humanity’s stories are full of reminders, too. we have cannibalism in our fairytales (hansel & gretel) & we have it in our propaganda: horror stories ranging from during the famine in Jerusalem during Titus’ siege—Reza Aslan’s Zealot: The Life and Times of Jesus of Nazareth, “There were scattered reports of Jews who succumbed to eating the dead.” and i think i’ve read of similar rumors spread about early christians eating children, tho can’t currently find any sources—and also in significantly more recent times we also tell stories of various people participating in cannibalism, or of monsters which only consume human flesh, or people driven to starvation (cf. ep. 58, “Trail Rations”)—these stories aren’t new. living things have probably feared our own bodies since we had the knowledge that they age and deteriorate and die—that we must eventually end because of them.

this is also why i don’t believe the extinction is any more than another facet of Fear, just like any other; (from “Rotten Core,” ep. 157) “[p]erhaps it is an existential fear that flows through the others like a vein of ore.” it overlaps with and through and into the other facets just as each other in turn folds into the rest. i mean ,,, how many apocalypse-setting shows/books/movies/podcasts exist now? how big was the “2012 as the end of the world” thought? (they made a movie about it: 2012.) us, our end, & the life that comes after … i’m put in mind of a post i recall going around:

“but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.”

06. this has all been a rather long-winded (and somewhat meandering) proposition on how Fear might work—i’m Very interested in how other people think about Fear/the Fears/the Fourteen (& if anyone wants to talk to me about the Sublime & where that meets Fear, i’d ! be Very interested in talking about that, i might make another post about that too). i see each facet of Fear as inextricable—when talking and/or writing about them, i find it hard to keep any of them separate at all, especially when it comes to fears i specifically have myself. what do other ppl think ? how separate do you see the various fears/facets ?

[tyrantdk]

Harpy!AtemxNeko!Yugi au

-Slides this over to @shiirojasmine @carmenvoong @shywolf18 @steampunk-pharaoh @rowexz @atemina-rubygibb @kitslani-screziato @huntertheblackwolf @zianyahk @kudalyn @mazkat899 @auster-stri @magical-ocean-birb @minatolover1 @mermaidfightclub @rubyssapphie @tarashima @kiri-kay @shellsmind @redheadcutie @spirituallupine @ray-vani @lilbitobsessive @taura-arts @dragondjinnie & @lotusxcos- Yes, I tagged a lot of ppl. I just wanted to make sure that everyone who liked the idea post got to read the actual fic.Here's the creature feature everyone! Do enjoy. :)

If you like it enough leave a comment, reblog, or hit the heart! It lets me know if this au is worth continuing or not. 

Atem looked down from his high nest. He was kept in a secluded aerie with plenty of sunlight and a tall man made cliff. The human keepers were bringing in a new resident. He called to them as he spread his arm-wings. He glided down gracefully. He hopped out of his aerie to study the new creature.

Dusk violet eyes studied him as they approached each other. Atem tapped the other’s button nose with his pointer talon. It scrunched up to his amusement. He knew he wasn’t a harpy like him. Feline like ears poked out from the side of his head. A tail flicked behind him.

Ears and tail were silver with black spotted fur. His hair was mostly black, but silver bangs framed his face. The violet eyes were slit like a cat’s. The new resident pushed his face into Atem’s neck. He inhaled deeply, tail shivering.

“You are a strange cat.” He said as the keepers pulled him back. “You smell very nice though.” He winked as they dragged him away. Atem flushed as he waddled back into his aerie. A female keeper ruffled his hair. He chirped happily. He rather loved having his hair played with.

He flew back up to his nest. He bedded down to sunbathe. He turned to watch the keepers lead the feline to a different part of isolation. His blush returned as he thought about the way the other had looked at him. Atem curled up. He wondered why he suddenly felt so lonely. He hadn’t felt like this before. Perhaps the other would like the sun as much as he did. Maybe he would be his?

A shiver worked its way down his spine. His talons clicked softly against the polished tile. His eyes glanced around the sterile white rooms. He could see the occupants through the glass doors. He hated this part of iso.

He whimpered weakly as he passed by a few rooms with other harpies. Female harpies. Atem lived in his isolated aerie for a reason. He had been severely traumatized by female harpies when he was younger. It was why he had never shown any interest in females when he had reached breeding age. Maybe the new kitty could help?

He smiled as he pressed against the right door. The other was curled up on a giant padded cat tree. He tapped the glass. One ear flicked toward the door. He turned around. Atem waved as he smiled. The other stretched languidly before climbing down.

“If it isn’t my strange kitty. What are you doing here?” He mimed for quiet as he worked with the knob. When he had the door open, he stepped out. He held out his hand shyly to the other. “My name is Yugi. What’s yours?” He asked as he took his hand.

“Atem.” He replied in a rough little used voice. Yugi pressed into the strange neko. He purred deeply. He was going to mate with him. The other pulled away to tug him along. He followed Atem, curious as to where he was being led. He gasped as they entered the glass aerie. It had been so long since he’d seen the stars.

Talons gently carded through his hair. He pushed his head back into the touch. Yugi wrapped his arms around Atem. He buried his face into his neck. He licked over his pulse. He groaned softly. He bit gently at the darkly tanned skin.

Atem leapt away with a screech of terror. He fell to the floor as he backed away. Yugi followed after him. His tail twitched as he prepared to leap. He jumped. He caught the other. He had him pinned back to the ground.

“Sh, pretty Atem. I’m marking you, so no one can take you away from me. My pretty Atem.” He purred as he repeated his bite. He sucked on the skin as his teeth grazed it. He was going to leave such a pretty bruise on him. Atem trilled softly in pleasure, the sound turning into a moan. When the other pulled away, there was a large purple mark on his neck.

Yugi smiled proudly at the sight. That was his mark on his mate. His purr grew in volume. He bared his own neck, waiting for his own mark. Instead, he received a gentle nuzzle and a coo. Feathered arms wrapped around him. The nuzzle turned into fleeting kisses. Atem trailed up his neck.

“Yu-gi mine?”

“Yes.” Slightly chapped lips closed over his and moved clumsily. He didn’t care. The other hadn’t rejected him as his mate. He had been accepted! There was plenty of time to teach him how to properly kiss later. Right now, Yugi just needed to be near him. The arms around him tightened as Atem stood up. He shifted to have a better grip of his shoulders and hips. “Take me to bed?” He murmured in his ear.

He yowled as their feet left the ground. His claws dug into his mate. They were flying! He watched in amazement as the other pumped his arm-wings. They ascended to a cliff ledge. It was the only ledge and led into a cave. The cave was dimly lit with small led candles. They were hidden in little niches and crevices.

���You’re not a cat.” He said. His answer was an amused smile as Atem walked past him. Yugi followed after, looking around the cave. Little trinkets were scattered about, glinting. A curios sounding tweet gained his attention. They were at the end of the cave, a fairly large circular room.

There was an equally large straw bird’s nest in the middle of the room. More shiny trinkets poked out of the straw. A large quilt was laid over the nest, which was very thick. Pillows of different shapes, colors, and designs were scattered about along with blankets of various sizes.

“Like?”

“I love it! Come cuddle with me?” He laughed as Atem enthusiastically tugged him toward the nest. The pair curled around each other so tightly, only their skin tone could tell what limb belonged to who. They had piled the blankets on them, creating a cozy cocoon. The pillows were gathered under them. Atem cooed happily as he nuzzled the other.

He was just so happy! He didn’t feel lonely at all, and Yugi picked him as his mate! He felt comfortable with him in a way he hadn’t before. He basked in the attention he showered on him. He hadn’t had attention like this since before his birth mother had passed away. Atem trilled in joy. It just felt right. His mama had said he would know.

“Yu-gi mine.” He said as he pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“My pretty Atem. Sleep, Mate. Sleep. I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Emotional Hell prompts

Emotional Hell

Anon: Okay (sorry if it’s disappointingly crap lol), but the first bit was where the four of them all end up getting into a major argument over something and it gets all angry and tense and ppl lose their tempers and go off on each other and say some nasty things they probably don’t mean, and they all fall out (or people take sides and fall out so it’s two against two, or the ever-dramatic three against one). Then someone ends up storming out. (This sounded more interesting in my brain I swear lol)(Second Message)Oh and the second thing was that one of them gets really badly injured (possibly the person who stormed out?) while they’re all still mad at each other over whatever was said. One of the other three find out and worry takes over the anger and they all end up rushing to the hospital(/Deaton probably, but I have a fluffy thing for if it’s in the hospital). The three of them are sitting in an awkward silence on the way there bc they’re anxious but also aware of what was said before.(Third Message)And if it were in a hospital, the fluffy thing is basically that they’re all sitting in the waiting room and one of the doctors or nurses comes over and asks if ?? has any family members waiting and the three of them stand up at the same time and share a brief look before following the nurse/doctor and then in the end they all make up. // p.s I’m so sorry about my bad ideas and even worse description skills, please don’t feel like you have to write any of this to humour me or anything lol! x

@jazzijanal: Ooh. If you could do something based off of Stand By You by Rachel Patten with reader x pack×everyone like issac, derek, please! If you cant its fine. I just listened to it and realized I needed it.

Anon: “I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you” w/ roommates (the tall ass jiraffe ☺️)

Anon: Roommates: “I was in love with you yesterday, I’m in love with you today and I’m going to be in love with you tomorrow.” But to not make seem weird, you can make it: “I loved you yesterday, I love you today and I will love you tomorrow. Always amd forever, Isaac.” ❤️ I just can’t with these two 💕

Anon:“Are you seriously threatning my best friend?” W/ Roommates Anon: I know that this isn’t in the prompt list but I wanted to ask you for a Roommates drabble/imagine with this prompt “I will love you forever and always. No matter what we go through, I’ll be there through every step of the way. Is it going to get crazy? Hell yeah! But I’m willing to risk everything to be with you. You’ll never be alone cause you’ll have me by your side, I promise you that. So are you willing to have some adventures with me? If you are, take my hand and let’s to it together.” ❤️

Anon: Roommates where Y/N has a stalker (Allison/Matt situation) and the boys help her figure out who the person is and they find out that the person is an evil supernatural creature and they manage to take him down after they fight him?

Anon: Roommates request: Theo goes after y/n to try and take her power because she’s in route to becoming a true alpha and Derek, Isaac and Peter go resscue her maybee???

Anon: Can you make a roommate chapter where Theo kidnaps the reader so he can steal her power because she’s in route to becoming a True Alpha and Derek, Peter, Isaac and Scott’s pack rescue her and she talks about what happened with Scott- -and Scott says that she has to wait a little while to become one but it’s true and the 3 stooges say that they’re proud of her with some fluff if you want. I’m halfway through them and I love them ❤ thank you for making me smile always 😘

Anon: Can you write a roommie drabble, where y/n and Isaac go on a mission to take down a powerful werewolf and Derek and Peter don’t know about it and really intense stuff happens and Isaac is ALMOST killed by the werewolf but she saves him (Second message) I was reading the ficlet list and I was wondering if you could write it with these: 2,7,14,20,24,29,31,33,43,44 and 47… Are you up for a challenge? 😈 Ps: Peter and Derek never find out about what happened😼 (Third message) The list is the one that you reblogged from everybirdfellsilent that says “send me a number and I’ll write a ficlet”. I can’t send the link on my computer idk why but you can find it in you masterlist 😊 Ooh girl then you better make it good 🔥😉❤😈 “Have you lost your damn mind!?” “I almost lost you.” “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” “I thought you were dead.” “You lied to me.” “Please don’t do this.” “YOU DID WHAT?!” “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” “No one needs to know.”

Anon: Isaac lost his memory fighting a werewolf(not by claws) and the reader gets emotional and stuff and peter and derek do everything they can to bring him back (but not easily). Could you make it last like 2 chapters? (Isaac with no memory) 🙏😀😈🔥❤👍

Anon: Could you make an imagine where Isaac and Y/N are fighting for something really stupid (like literally thrwing their claws at each other) and when Derek and Peter intevene Derek pushes the reader away from Isacc but in the process she falls to the floor for Derek’s shove and hits her head in the floor and gets knocked out. And in her unconciousness she is imagining what it would be like if Issac and her were acually related and lived with Peter and Derek their whole lives

Anon: Okay, so we already know what Isaac would do for Y/N ifnsomething happened to them, but i was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader gets into real serious danger because of a baddie in BH amd Peter, Derek, Isaac and Scott’s pack have to do everything they can to keep the reader safe and get rid of the bad with roommate fluff. This was inspired by the imagine with theo and everything. I would love to read that if you could make it. Love your blog btw :)

Anon: Can you make an imagine on what happens during the full moon like where does Derek take Isaac and Y/N for protection, and the whole tranformation process where Y/N uses Isaac as her anchor and how Isaac finds out

Anon: “Look. I have to say something. I know that we always fight and we annoy the hell out of each other, but that’s what families do. And while I do admit that sometimes I wonder how the hell I got dragged into all of this, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I love you all, even if I don’t show it. I know that sometimes I’m hard on you, but I do it because I’m afraid to lose you. So now you know… But I just wanted to tell you guys that. Roommates (Derek)

[buckner-in-australia]

Day 27: June 22, 2017

Guess what I have again?? Class (: But thank the Lord that we have the later session. Even though I don't like having classes in the evening, at least that leaves the morning and afternoon free until we have to meet at the Hyde Park Barracks.

Since Kayla and I are in the same Wallaby class, it was just us two this morning. We ended up sleeping in until about 10 o'clock to head out into the city by noon. We bought love the finer things that life has to offer, so in our free time we made our way down to Hyde Park and to their fashion square. I was immediately in love: Gucci, Louis, Prada, Tumi, any designer you could possibly imagine was there! Being the angelic and loving child that I am, I recalled that my dad had been looking for a particular all red Gucci belt. When he originally wanted it, it was sold out internationally and given that it has been several months since then, why not give it a shot? After moseying through the store, to much dismay, they too, all the way in Australia, did not have the belt either. I really wish they did, my dad would be so happy and surprised!

After shopping, we stopped in an underground food square called David Jones Foodhall and grabbed some takeaway sushi. In Australia, since everything is so grab and go, sushi even comes in a little mini burrito style. I ended up purchasing a chicken teriyaki burrito sushi and a roll with chicken, shrimp, and crab. Once we got our sushi we headed above ground to eat in the park across from the barracks. It was such a lovely day and as soon as we sat down our friends who had been in class came and joined us.

The Hyde Park Barracks are a very interesting heritage monument in Sydney. During this class activity, we had a well-guided tour through the building that used to house up to 700 men at a time. It was crazy how the curators reinvented the space and allowed "the building to tell its story." Between the information we learned and the layers we could see, the building was definitely before it's time. You would think that the ceilings would be short because people were shorter back then due to malnutrition but they were very high. We learned throughout the tour that after convict culture ended, the barracks housed immigrating women and children, and then acted as an asylum, judicial offices, and now a museum. The most interesting part for me was the amount of artifacts that were found from things falling in between the floorboards and the barracks themselves. Given that the convicts only had to sleep there, I would think there would be rows of bunk beds. Little did I know, the sleeping quarters were burlap hammocks lying side by side. We even got to lay in them for a little bit and BOY were they low to the ground!! You would have thought I was 95 years old by how long it took me to get back up, lol. Even more surprising, when the barracks ran out of hammocks men had to sleep on the floor between them. Bless every single one of their hearts!  

One thing I also liked about the barracks was their artwork and how interactive everything was. I particularly was found of the artwork because of it's display of the Aborigines. I have noticed since being here that there is very little diversity shown to the public about the Aborigines. Since the beginning of this trip I had been saying that it is like they are so similar to me yet so different. Just like media only shows certain perspectives or the stereotypical AA, the same goes for Aborigines. In the media they are usually very dark with very fine hair. Come to find out THEY'RE JUST LIKE ME! Kinks and Coils and all! I honestly don't see how people can argue that the first people didn't come from Africa. The Aboriginal people are a PRIME example. We are truly one and the same.

After the barracks, instead of the initial plan of going back to our classrooms on the other side of town for class, our professors made the decision to have class in the Royal Botanical Gardens. This was also very bittersweet. It was sweet because we didn't have to travel all the way back and we could see the garden, but it was bitter because we lead by the blind (we were terribly lost) it was getting cold and there were mosquitoes. Tons and tons of mosquitoes! They literally lit my feet up! They were huge!!! Though completely distracted my those blood sucking creatures, I was able to make contributions to the class discussion which is all that truly matters.  

Sidenote: On the way to class, I got approached by a local girl about my age who asked what we were doing. She said, "Are you here for uni? I love your accent!" After telling her what we were up to, we ended up talking about shopping and how I much more prefer Melbourne over Sydney. She was really cool. Unfortunately we had to part ways because she came to her street. It's good to know that they're still good people in the city of Sydney.  

After class, you know what time it was...TIME FOR THE SHOW! After the class discussion, I literally booked it to the hotel. Since I had my noodles left, I ate those quick fast and in a hurry so that we could head down the Circular Quay. Ash and Kayla hadn't eaten so we stopped by City Extra again so they could enjoy a nice meal before the show. Despite getting lost trying to get in the opera house, we made it! And the show was AMAZING!

The lights! The colors! The music! The cast! They were all phenomenal! "Fighting the power never taste so sweet!" The show touch on so many things. From cultural awareness to rape culture. The show was for the empowerment of women from all walks of life & what touched me the most the empowerment of women of color! No one in the cast was white, which is HUGE in the performing world. Nearly 99% of the time people of color are the minority because it is so hard for POCs to find roles that the director thinks they fit into. "Too heavy, too curvy, too dark, too ethnic" Those are all phrases that are used in performing way too much. My two favorite scenes were the "Don't Touch My Hair" and the "I'm Still Here." The "Don't Touch My Hair" segment really broke down what white privilege was for the white audience and joyfully informed them that our hair is not an open invitation to be touched. What was said in this segment is things that I have to face everyday where as my roommates informed me after that they never had a clue lol. Especially the line "if you can go into any makeup store and can easily find your shade of foundation." This is constant struggle for me (reasons why I don't even bother) where they didn't even notice because it has always been so accessible for them. The "I'm Still Here" piece was about how the monarchy and Australian society try to forget about the Aboriginal, aka the TRUE Australians, whose land was taken. It was so touching. The female that performed this piece walked out fully covered in the Australian flag in a bonded way. As the song progressed she back to tear away the shackles of the flag garment to reveal a tshirt saying "I'm Still Here." The old white couple beside me was super uncomfortable, but DJ BustyBeats informed us from the very beginning how the show was gonna play out.

The end was by far my favorite part! After the curtain call and presentation of the 6 person cast, there was a "dance party" where the audience could come on stage and dance. After listening to the music for a bit, I grabbed the girls and we hit the stage. It was like not having water for a week or not seeing a loved one for months on end. I was back where my heart and soul belonged. On the stage, spotlights, flood lights, and music. Oh how I miss performing! It was like my heart skipped a beat!  After dancing, the show was officially over and need I say I had the time of my life! I knew I definitely wanted to take a picture near the billboard and at least meet one of the cast. I got all of that and some! We had a little photo shoot! The girls were so nice and loving (because my first photo shoot was interrupted by a drunk couple lol). I will never forget this evening ever!

Things I've learned - All the coins still confuse me. The 20 coin is unnecessary just like our penny lol - Designed by convict architect & built by convicts - 1788 first fleet from England, 600-700 convicts - Barracks were opened in 1819 - "Important building worthy of the British Empire" - No permission, no money, but he had all free labor - Efficient use of convict labor. Streets roads bridges churches - 1788-1868 forced migration of people. - Barracks have seen 160,000 ppl - Responsible for making 500 bricks a day - Used finger tallying  to ensure correct numbers - Let the building tell you it's story - Convict barracks from 1819-1848 - Became a women's institute for immigrated and the destitute and old - 200 a floor, 70 men per room, 30 men per smaller men - When overoccuppancy, men would see under the house - Functioned as an asylum as well - Not all convicts were government owned, some were privately assigned - Can't have a will if you are not of a sound mind and judgement - Wouldn't waste nails on convict barracks (because they were saved for ships) so everything is made with wooden pegs like a jigsaw - Den of thieves - Come convict stories are brutal but some come full circle (Our guide and his ancestor had a very positive story. From 14 years of time to becoming a bake to having a land grant and building a factory