#rough/zuri

[hansuart]

alt universe where the skunks go live with girls or just a fancy royal event? you can decide 😊💜

also bonus we got tumbling snowflakes one:

[teabutmakeitazure]

I was rereading what I wrote so far for the new TBT chapter and I absolutely love how the fic went from twisted to tender. it wasn't even a consciously done thing it just happened

[itsmistyeyedbi]

@serendepac @agentnatesewell

That's exactly what I was thinking! Like yes, things get busy after the end of book 3 with the detective becoming an agent and doing training and all. But we don't really have much to go off of on what happened in between that and book 4, which works fine in the other routes, but eh...not so much in A's, I think. Not when the detective can have so many complicated feelings and reactions to what happened.

And if I'm remembering correctly (I'm doing a replay of the demo but mostly to see how the bffs react to the feelings the detective has towards Li-Sar lol), A pushes back a little (a little) at the more distant options when they first show up to the bakery, except the ones where the detective can fully call them out at the table they're seated at - and even that is after some mostly light hearted conversation and some hand touches. I guess at this point the detective is pretending not to care about A actively seeking them out and showing romantic interest in them, because any negative feelings they have doesn't really last long.

I would love to write it, but I'm really stumped on how A would act. It's too soon for them to be acting like they do in book 4, considering that they said they have to let the detective go and all. They have a really bittersweet moment with them and then cry outside their door. No way is A going to be all flirty and cutesy with the detective.

But I'm also not sure how far the avoidance would go on A's side. Mish/ka says that after that confession, it's difficult for them to reel their feelings back in, but what would that look like a day after the confession and possible kiss? Is it lingering, longing gazes and easily coaxed out smiles? Is it more reaching out before pulling away? Is it a regression back to the Commanding Agent who was trying and failing to convince themself that they're only around the detective out of duty?

I genuinely have no idea💀

I lowkey want to write the direct aftermath of that kiss at the end of book 3. The detective spends the night at the warehouse, so Zuri would still be there in the morning.

Considering the talk Morgan would have had with Adam after the kiss, and the one Nate had with him before it (the one on the patreon, for those who have seen that unseen scene👀), breakfast that morning would be awkward as hell and those two would immediately know that something happened.

And if this was in the poly route I posted about!? Especially if its path 2!? OOF.

[siennaditbot]

Another episode of Sienna dreaming about falling in love with a fictional character.

This time?

Rough the Skunk.

For my sanity's sake I'm believing i was embodying Slushie in the dream. I think I was, anyway.

Also, @hansuoddie , I get it now.

[cosmicsimsi]

Even though Zuri was really committed to her job the last day were rough for her… she decides to quit and just spend her last months free without any trouble…

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[knizuu]

Yknow, I think Rough has a type- Drew @hansuart’s Zuri along with @ceoofdestructix’s Brienne!!!

Back to hyperfixating on the gals-

[acertainmoshke]

Yesterday was really rough, so I spent the entire afternoon at the library writing today (and conveniently missed all the sander/vacuum noise from the flooring guys). To celebrate that, I'm going to share a snippet from each story I worked on today! Starting with Cold Iron:

All my moves became instinctive. I went from half-laying on my stomach to on my feet in a single motion, my hand flinging up, cold surging through me— The beast, a flash of brown fur twice my size, was hit by a dozen bolts of ice as it leapt through the air. It landed inches in front of me, stumbled, but shook off shattered shards of ice like a dog shakes off water and kept coming. Its huge front paws hit me directly in the chest, a sharp reminder that I was no longer bound tight, and I collapsed hard on the stone floor. My head hit last and the room went even darker around the edges. My vision was filled with blurry teeth and a dripping nose. The "Hey!" seemed to come from very far away. Kris. Protecting me like always. Hey, I tried to answer, but the word hung still in the air around me. I realized I couldn't feel his mind against mine and wondered vaguely if he was angry again. The slobbering teeth in front of me felt distant. Nothing was real except the warm stone against my back and the course hair clenched in my fits as I shoved at its belly with all my strength, which had always seemed considerable before. And then the thing vanished as someone close by yelled something I couldn't hear. I looked up at Kris— No. Younger. Longer hair. Less spiky. Zuri raised her stick again and smacked the beast full in the face. I lay still, fistfuls of hair still clutched tightly, and watched her. "Come on!" That was Kris' voice, for real this time. I should get up... His prickly fist closed around my arm and dragged me up, then down. Everything was a blur, then dark. I leaned back and found a convenient wall, still warm. "What was...any of that?" I realized my eyes were closed. I didn't open them.

Tag list: @stesierra

[sketch-guardian]

Hiii! I’m the same person who asked for the headcannons about the new classmates but I just wanna know if you’d ever be comfortable to post headcannons about all the classmates with a child mc who sees them as older siblings or parental figures. If not I totally understand!! I just wanted to ask since I live for found family tropes and I’m starting to get obsessed with your ocs 😋

I hope you’re doing well!! <33

Hello again!💜I'm fine, thank you for asking☺and I hope you are doing well too✨I'm happy that you're starting to like my OCs! You flatter me😳and don't worry, your request is perfectly valid😌so I hope you enjoy the result:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A CHILD MC WHO SEES THEM AS A PARENT/OLDER SIBILING FIGURE"

DEMYA

Demya has a soft spot for kids, in the sense that, seeing them as frail creatures, she considers them in need of protection and care, this however doesn't change the fact that she still remains a bit feral by nature, especially due to the way she was raised, so every now and then Demya could be seen carrying child MC by the collar of their shirt with her teeth or some poor unfortunate soul could witness MC attached to Demya's back like a koala while she runs on all fours. In any case, Demya would be a great, playful, energetic big sister, who would hunt for the best food to share with child MC. Plus in her heart, Demya would love to have an offspring in the future, so she would be thrilled if MC saw her as worthy of a such an important role and would do anything both not to disappoint and to protect them, Demya doesn't want to lose her family a second time after all...

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra may not seem the best with children on the surface, given his rough and harsh attitude, however living with Mobim has accustomed him to looking after another living being and therefore it wouldn't be too surprising to see him with Mobim and child MC in tow, like a mother hen with her ducklings. Domnra would at first be stunned by MC's view of him as an older brother/father, especially since he doesn't think of himself as a reassuring figure, however he would be quietly touched by the sentiment, it would remind Domnra of the times he cared for other soldiers back in his day as an angel, therefore he would promise to protect child MC at all costs, just like Mobim, to raise them and teach them to defend themselves. Speaking of Mobim, for child MC, Mobim would be like a little sibiling to play with

AZUL

Azul is a born entertainer and his characteristic of changing color depending on his mood attracts a lot of attention, therefore he would have no problem dealing with children or people in general. Having also raised Demya in a certain sense, since he taught her to read, write and essentially civilized her, Azul would feel a little nostalgic for the good old days and would behave in an attentive and caring manner, while still remaining fun, maybe a little clingy, he would definitely start ugly crying if child MC called him big brother or dad. Azul would also hang child MC's drawings everywhere if they were to make them, showing them off to everyone

ZURI

Zuri would prove a little hesitant at the beginning, not considering herself the best role model or exactly loving enough for child MC, in fact she wouldn't understand why child MC considers her suitable for such role, given her stoic nature, however Zuri wouldn't bear to disappoint their expectations and therefore over time she would get used to the new dynamic. For Zuri it would be more natural than expected to take care of child MC, having done the same with Azul and Domnra after their fall from grace and over time Zuri would realize that she enjoyed having child MC by her side, like a found family. Zuri would sew tailor-made clothes for child MC and fix their stuffed animals with patches in case of tears, as well as buy several gifts

ODON

Although Odon scares most living beings with their imposing and eldritch presence, it seems that animals and young people are curious about them and tend to hover around Odon, as if they understood Odon has truly changed for the better and trusted them. Odon would be intrigued by child MC and although puzzled by their desire to be in their company, Odon would be flattered and not at all bothered, they would also engage in telling stories and seeing MC play with their eye-like creatures. Odon has never had a family, so the fact that child MC sees them as an important member of their found family would make Odon feel accepted and at peace. Child MC, in Odon's presence, would be the safest child in all of Devildom and they would do various activities together, such as reading, visiting museums, Odon would also carry child MC on their shoulders, being very tall. Odon likes to attend child MC's tea parties as well

REMIEL

Remiel, despite her somber attitude, knows how to handle children quite well, because it unfortunately happened more than once in the course of her celestial duty that she had to help children's souls reach the afterlife, lost and afraid, with only her to guide them towards the light. Remiel is very patient and has both a soothing presence and a soft voice, so from a logical point of view, she could understand why child MC bonded with her, even if Remiel would wonder why they chose her, when surely there were other more appropriate choices. Having trouble understanding feelings and being quite dense, nurturing child MC could help Remiel comprehend the human world better and experience genuine sensations she has never felt before. Remiel would also like to introduce child MC to her parents, to include them and make them feel even more part of the family, as a little sibiling or child, hoping Azrael and Death don't intimidate child MC too much with their appearance. Remiel would be good at putting child MC to sleep, cradling them with her wings

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel isn't used to interacting with humans, being often busy with celestial matters, so he would be pleasantly surprised to have attracted child MC's attention, especially considering his frequent quietness. Nathaniel would be an excellent teacher and would help child MC with homework and other matters, even difficult ones, specifying how important it is to solve them without the use of violence when possible. The concept of family may be foreign to Nathaniel, but being a very patient angel, he would be glad to walk on such journey of growth alongside child MC, experiencing the joy of raising them. Nathaniel would be chill, but still protective of child MC and would be willing to accompany them to explore and discover both the Celestial Realm and Devildom. Nathaniel would also likely teach child MC his way of communicating only through gestures

URIEL

Uriel isn't exactly a loving type and as a warrior angel, she is more used to fighting than looking after others, so at the beginning, rather than taking care of child MC, it would almost seem as if she were training them, almost like a soldier, obviously not overdoing it, given that they are still a child. It would take Uriel some time to get used to such a dynamic, but over time she would start to feel proud of having been chosen to represent such an important role, the fact that child MC looks up to her would slowly soften Uriel's edges. Some activities that Uriel and child MC would do together would be fighting with fake swords, in which Uriel would lose only to boost MC's self-esteem and fly embraced by her safe arms while doing cool tricks, at a safe distance from the ground. Uriel would also be quite strict when it comes to rules, so she would find a way to make them more bearable and manageable for child MC

[enteringdullsville]

Sky, the Sky Blue Drewman

Statistics

Aesthetic: Goofy

Age: 22 (Season One)

Alignment: Accomplice

Badge: Thought Bubble

Color Type: Blue

Debut: Technobabble (Cameo)

Effects: Hairdryer (Sky curls into a ball, her hair covering her, and produces a powerful wind); Homing Attack (Sky curls up and repeatedly rams into the opponent from all directions); Thunder Voice (Sky shrieks, producing a sonic attack); Supercell Shock (Sky zaps the opponent with lightning)

Family: Cloud Cottlyn (Father)

Standout Features: Long curly hair resembling clouds, scribbly eyes, zigzag cheek marks, hoodie.

Rank: A- (Main Character)

Character Bases

Development

Sky’s concept always stayed the same: someone who was a fan of the show itself, knew the ins and outs of toon logic, but was still curious about everything. She was conceived as Iris for Rough Sketch but was rebranded as Natalie for the jump to ICT. These designs were recycled into Amy and Dwight, the former getting her hairstyle and many design aspects, the latter getting the midnight blue color and glowing eyes.

While “Iris” wasn’t around long enough for any extreme negative traits to manifest, she tended to be slightly invasive. Sky’s comparatively hands off in comparison, wondering more about the world itself. She’s also expanded to be a comic geek in general, giving her something to do once the novelty of being the fangirl newbie wears off.

Her entire design is taken from an old design of Shayla’s, formerly an azure Drewman named Zuri. Sky’s eyes, cheeks, and hoodie are the only design elements remaining intact from her time as Iris.

Be Great

[hansuart]

after the date

[itsmistyeyedbi]

bare your teeth, blunt as they may be

Pairing: F!Detective/F!Li-Sar and F!Detective/Adam du Mortain | Word Count: 5,5k

Warnings: Angst, Lots of sexual tension and descriptions of violence (but those are pretty tame, nothing graphic)

Also on a03!

Authors Note: I am done at last! I rewrote and edited this thing so much, I just had to stop at some point. I haven't settled on how Li-Sar looks so there isn't a whole lot of detailed description on her appearance (or her outfit; I'm so sorry but I cannot write her in what she's wearing in the books and I couldn't decide on another one for her), but Zuri is still pretty descriptive of her if I do say so myself.

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The forest floor tastes like ash. Dry against her cheek, dry as her throat. She lands face first on the cracks of a former cage.

Zuri coughs, palms against the barren forest floor, arms shaking as she pushes herself up. Only her upper body makes it off the ground. She can't muffle the groan that escapes her lips. There's too much aching. In her limbs from blocking attacks, in her torso for taking one too many. Her knuckles, the side of her face, bruised. Her bottom lip, stinging, probably busted. Blood trickles down her chin and leaves a tangy taste in her mouth. She blinks and blinks and blinks the blurry vision away.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. The air is tinged with her magic - the same magic buzzing through her and flaring out of her in sparks. She's getting closer. 

“Have I truly hurt you so, mortal?” She coos, her voice silky smooth from behind her. Zuri scrambles forward, trying to move her legs despite them feeling as heavy as cinder blocks. Li-Sar's tone shifts to something sharp with the promise of violence as she continues, “or is there another pathetic human being I need to rid this world of for you?”

Zuri slowly turns her head, eyes trailing up the length of her body before meeting her gaze and whimpering. Let her think it's over. Let her think she's done fighting-

Then kick. 

Her foot strikes her in the calf. Li-Sar grunts, leg buckling slightly only because of how often she's been kicked there. She locks her foot around her ankle and the same leg crumbles to the ground. Dirt flies into the air when Li-Sar's forearms meet the floor. She manages to hold her weight on one arm long enough to reach for her gun. Aims it at her and-

“Come now.”

A hand hits her wrist, bats it away. It flies out of reach, accompanied by a dry laugh that's soon muffled by the ringing of a stray gunshot. It's hard enough to put Zuri on her back.

Li-Sar's head is framed with trees from her position above her. She's straddling her, thighs on either side of her, an arm pressing tight against her neck while the other wrestles away the hand reaching and clawing for her face. It's eventually pinned to the ground.

The ringing in her ears and hard landing disorients her enough for any move she makes to be sloppy, but not enough to drown out her next words. “You know that won't work on me.”

Her clothes cling to her body, crackling with static and suddenly she's off the ground. In the air. The world spins. Her back slams against something rough and flaky - a tree - and she wheezes in Li-Sar's grasp.

She shakes her head and tuts as she looks over her. She loosens her grip on her blazer, moving one hand up to Zuri's face, cupping her jaw and moving her head this way and that in inspection. Zuri feels more than hears herself protesting, her lip stinging as she says…something and squeezes her eyes shut so she doesn't have to watch her surroundings spin and droop in front of her. 

Another coo. A thumb rubbing against her chin, blood smearing against her skin, het voice clear as the ringing fades away. “This isn't quite the mess I wanted to make of you, meor'dal.”

Zuri tries to focus on her breathing, ragged as it is, and opens her eyes to watch the trees that aren't obscured by the curls of her hair slowly come to a standstill. Anything but the sound of her voice or the feeling of her fingers on her skin. The way both imbed themselves into her mind.

“Listen, Li-Sar,” she rasps.

“Oh, my name sounds so sweet on your lips. Talk to me, I will listen to every word.” She brings her thumb to her mouth and sucks gently, her eyes flashing a bright white as she licks the blood off.

Her throat is still dry as she swallows and heat gathers in her cheeks. Why must she be so- God, this is ridiculous.

“You-” Zuri stammers, shying away from her gaze with an ahem before continuing. “It was stupid of them to come here and think they could take you on. Trappers are notorious for getting in over their heads.”

“So that's what those humans are? Trappers?” She scoffs. “A name fitting for those who foolishly throw themselves into a trap.”

“Right,” she meets her eyes again, watching carefully for a change in demeanour. She may not know what they're called, but she knew enough to draw them to her. Easy targets. 

“We just came to get them away from here, take them in and figure out a motive.”

She wants to believe that they didn't intend to actually try and capture her - a being so powerful that her prison was interdimensional purgatory. She really does. But maybe years of eating dirt while fighting agents made them lose brain cells. That, or whoever orders them around found out about Sin and got cocky, thinking that they too could have a powerful, centuries old supernatural do their bidding. Whatever it is, it's ridiculous. So much so that the Agency sent her and the rest of Unit Bravo here to protect them from her - neutralise them and prevent as many deaths as possible.

Mostly so they don't have to play clean up. At least, that's what Morgan thinks.

They arrived while the Trappers were still alive and breathing and following hare-brained orders. They were standing around Li-Sar in a loose circle; she was watching them with a smirk and playing with the electricity dancing around her fingers. Probably pleased that her practice dummies delivered themselves to her. They started advancing slowly - at least they had enough brain cells to be afraid - and all she did in response was chuckle. The calm before the storm. She could and would wipe them out in seconds.

Zuri entered the scene with her hands raised. The powers had settled enough for them to not instantly open fire on people, especially when she remains calm. So with deep, calculated breaths, she used them to appear placating and harmless as she talked Li-Sar out of engaging them.

They aren't worth it, they wouldn't even be able to put up a good fight.

What do you suggest I do then, mortal?

Let me and my friends handle them. We'll get them out of your hair. It'll be more entertaining if nothing else. You could also catch a glimpse of that potential you're so interested in.

You and the vampiir in the shadows are…friends? You are full of surprises, aren't you? Fine then. Show me what you can do.

With a bright flash, she disappeared.

With her gone and the sun having sunk behind the trees, Unit Bravo was as strong as they could be while having Zuri in the vicinity. She may not be the sun or a centuries old deity, but the solar powers inside her were enough to prevent them from functioning at full strength. Not that it would be needed against a bunch of flighty, spooked Trappers.

It was a quick fight. Mission accomplished. It ultimately went well. Until it didn't.

One of them got up and tried to swing at her from behind. She saw the man in her periphery, lowered herself into a defensive stance. There wasn't enough time to dodge, but she could take him. 

But not faster than Adam rushed forward to tackle him.

But he wasn't faster than Li-Sar, who appeared out of thin air and struck him down with a bolt of lightning.

He died on impact. Burnt to a crisp.

She missed Adam by a hair.

The air was heavy with tension and fear. Magic and blood. And she choked on it, too thick in her lungs as she gasped.

He could've been killed too.

It didn't take much to convince the vampires to stay back and for Li-Sar to join her somewhere more private - maybe even nostalgic for her - but she knows they aren't far. After what happened during their first encounter, they weren't going to leave the two of them alone for long. 

She needs to be quick.

“But we can't exactly question someone who isn't alive,” she can still feel his blood on her side, can hear how it splattered against bark and damp grass. The way his body fell to the ground, joining the others that were groaning on the ground with a stillness that only comes after a heart stops beating.

Her own hammered in her chest.

“...why?” She asks, quietly, hoping for a good reason, knowing she won't get one.

“Why?” Li-Sar stares her down with a raised brow as if the question couldn't be more ridiculous. Like questioning her at all was even more so.

Louder this time, with anger rumbling beneath a layer of fear and frustration. “After thousands of years, you're free. And the first thing you want to do is kill some random group of humans!? Why?”

“They led themselves to their deathbeds the moment they thought they could have any control over me,” she snarls, the stare souring into a glare. “They are worth less than the dirt beneath our feet. Pests, at best. And I will not let a pest touch what is mine.”

Her jaw clenches, blood boiling, sparks flying off her fingers. God, she can't take anymore of this. Of people staking claim of her, believing she'll bend to their will or will be their tool to use for whatever they want to gain. Something ugly and destructive stirs within her, all sharp teeth and claws and molten heat, rearing its head after laying low for months and being smothered by fear and sadness.

She returns the glare and digs her nails into her wrists, drawing out a hiss. Electricity flares between them, vibrant streaks of blue where her palms meet her skin. 

“And what,” she speaks through clenched teeth, her voice low and hackles raised, “makes you think any part of me is yours.”

Li-Sar's hands glitch out of her grip before she slams her against the tree again. Hard enough for the breath to be knocked out of her lungs. Her body is heavy against hers, forcing her gasps for air to be shallow, her tender ribs screaming as the bark pricks at her back. A hand grabs her wrists and pins them above her head.

“Is the power surging through you not my own? Is our bond not what allows you to wield it?

She doesn't answer. She can't. Nothing she says can change what happened to her. That another supernatural tried to use her, that their will was imposed on her again. That her blood has been the catalyst for all of it. And everyone wants to drain her dry.

Fuck Ostin. And fuck every power-hungry asshole out there.

Zuri stifles a groan and twists and turns. Her legs are useless - heavy, far from the ground and too close to her body for them to put any distance between them. But she has to do something, anything.

Li-Sar tilts her head, watches her fondly and chuckles - now she can both hear it and feel it. Hates that the press of her body - how it reverberates through her, shakes against her - doesn't bother her the way it should. She leans in close, strands of her tickling her cheek as she murmurs, “your anger is endearing, although I don't understand it.”

Her lips brush against her ear and Zuri stills. 

“You have seen my power firsthand, as well as how those around you yearn for it. But still, you fight it. As though it isn't a blessing to be my other-heart.”

“I,” she can't bring herself to turn her head away. “I don't know what that's supposed to mean.”

“Hmm. You will, in time,” she hums before pulling away slightly. Just enough for both of them to have a clear view of the other's face. Enough for Zuri to see nothing but her. Knuckles trail along the curve of her cheek and jaw, a pleasant tingle against her skin.

“The people of this world are meaningless to me. Specks of stardust in a vast galaxy. They have nothing to offer me. But you? You have,” she inhales, deeply, breathing her in while her eyes trace her features as though she could get drunk on her and her alone. “You have more than you could ever imagine.”

A shudder runs down Zuri’s spine. A part of her clings onto the anger she has, tries to will it to fuel her actions, but the heat building up inside her isn't from that alone. Some of it comes from having this woman in front of her. Bold, flirty, certain about herself, what she wants, who she wants. Their hearts are pounding against each other through their clothes, through their chests why does she have to be so-

Li-Sar's eyes travel lower, down her neck and collarbone to where their bodies meet. Zuri follows her gaze without thought. A charge of electricity dances back and forth between them, in and around one person and to the next. She isn't sure what it's transferring, but she can hear every breath they take, feel the clouds gathering above them, the ache in her body fading and the endearment Li-Sar felt towards her. The anger she felt when the Trapper tried to attack her. Amusement, disdain, excitement, confusion.

Lust.

“This is but a glimpse of your potential. Of what I can do with and for you. What I can do to you, if you wish it,” she purrs and puts a finger under her chin. The zap that follows feels like a dangerous mix of pleasure and pain, making Zuri shiver and look back up at her. An instruction and a warning. 

“Don't you want to discover all you are?”

“I am more than my blood.”

There's conviction in her voice, stained with doubt and desperation. As if it isn't just the world she's trying to convince.

But she is more than that. She has to be. She is more than parts of Rook, more than parts of Rebecca, more than what Murphy did to her.

“But of course.”

“I'm mo-” she blinks, “...I'm sorry, what?”

Another chuckle. She holds her chin between her thumb and index finger. And there's that endearment again.

“Surely you don't think that I chose you over that witch because of your blood?” Li-Sar glances off to the side, her mouth curling in disdain as she sighs. “It is powerful, no doubt. An untapped part of your essence that freed me. But there have been many blood sacrifices - that alone is not enough for someone to share in my power.”

Blood sacrifices? Plural? A strange, specific set of words. Ostin did seem almost reverent when he first saw Li-Sar, seemed to loathe the idea of her being imprisoned. They're practically a deity, so having people worship her isn't far fetched. A cult following wouldn't be either. But Zuri only heard about here recently. Outside of how she handled her arrival and Ostin’s temper tantrum, she hasn't exactly done anything that would be of interest to…a God?

She purses her lips. Li-Sar watches her with half-lidded eyes, amused, as though she can hear the dogs turning in her brain. Her focus shifts down to her lips. Zuri pretends not to see it.

“I wonder what I've done that makes me- makes this different, then.”

“It's not just what you've done but what you would do, if you had the chance. I can see it in your eyes, something ferocious but restrained like-” she rolls her lips together and shakes her head, muttering something in Echolian. 

“This English language is inept at describing this. But in all my years, I rarely happened upon someone who has this. But here you are. You, and a woman who calls herself the leader of Rogue Supernaturals.”

Oh shit. Her stomach drops.

“She's spoken to you already? How did she contact you? Did she-”

“Oh hush, there is nothing of importance there,” amusement seeps into her voice as she scoffs. “Nothing to panic over nor be jealous of. She lacks your restraint. It makes her nowhere near as tempting. It is adorable watching your control slip, mortal.”

Dammit. What is with her? Since when can someone she's just met make her fumble like this. Where the hell is her subtlety?

She can't even blame the fight. Li-Sar seems to have healed her wounds again.

God, get it together.

“Your floundering is endearing as well. Almost every part of you is. No need to be embarrassed.”

“I'm not-”

“She wanted to be what you are,” she interrupts and Zuri strains to hold her tongue. “My she’loe-chae'lis, my other-heart, my chosen. And perhaps she would be, if I had not met you first.”

Zuri keeps her eyes trained on her, white-blue against dark brown. Something creeps into her, something like disappointment and the anxiety of something being in jeopardy. Nothing important. Focus. Their blood had mixed when she gave her these powers. Can they be taken away? Could whatever it is that tether them to each other be severed? Would she give it to the Rogue's leader if it could be?

Li-Sar's eyes don't give away a thing. She just watches with what seems like endless patience, like watching the cogs turn is entertaining. Zuri doesn't think she can get any answers that she isn't already willing to share - nothing that really means something to her. Especially now, when she's holding onto anger so tightly that it chaffs and she's still caught in the tension simmering between them. 

“You think too much,” she says, cooing again before leaning in close enough for their foreheads to touch. “Don't you see, meor'dal? The humans want to control me and the supernaturals of this world want to be my chosen. But all I want is you.”

Her breath hitches. The anger slips. All that's left is the heat thruming through her and pooling in her abdomen, the nerves fluttering in her stomach, her breath fanning her face, how thin their clothes feel, how they shouldn't be there-

God, it's all she's wanted for as long as she can remember. For someone to want her. To choose her over everything. Over work, over rationale or fear, over something or someone more convenient. To see something in her that's worth staying for, even if they can barely reach it. She almost can, just a few inches shy of reaching in and grazing that all too sensitive spot nestled inside her.

“All I want,” her voice is close to a whisper as she cups her face, “is you, and the world we can shape together.”

But at what cost?

Just…keep it together.

A shaky exhale is all that comes out for a while. A pause. Then eyebrows furrow as she frowns like she might just sob. Zuri shakes her head a bit before resting the back of her head against the tree - she didn't even realise it had moved - and peers up at the sky. The moon peeks out from behind dark red clouds.

She can't just take her at her word. Who knows if this is what she wants and not what she knows makes her weak, feeds some twisted part of her that wants someone to be willing to burn down the world for her.

“I,” the words die in her throat when she meets her gaze again, sees the depthless, unbridled need inside of them… she almost doesn't want to say it but…

She slams her eyes shut and shakes her head again. “No, no, I- I don't want the world.”

“Then what?” Frustration makes the charge between them tremble. Fingers grasp the side of her face in an attempt to make her look at her, as if she'll claw the answer out of her if that's what it takes to have her at her side. Zuri’s eyes open and Li-Sar's face twists. Something close to desperation meets that frustration.

“What do you desire? What is it you crave that you believe I cannot give to you?” A muscle in her jaw twitches as her lips set into a hard line, nose wrinkled and eyes glowing a bright white. “I am already yours as much as you are mine, so tell me!”

A rumble of thunder accompanies the growl in her voice and goosebumps rise on Zuri’s skin, the fear raking down her spine freezing her in her spot. 

That's the problem, isn't it? Li-Sar would do whatever it would take to fulfill her, to gain her favour, to crack her open and free the ugliest parts of her from their restraints. She'd protect her from any and every threat, destroy them in a blink of an eye. If she joins her. If she's willing to bury those she loves alongside the power-hungry and greedy. They're nothing To her, after all. Insignificant little things with nothing to offer her. If Li-Sar is hers as Zuri is hers, what good would anyone else be? What would they be but a threat to their bond?

She doesn't want that. She never will. She'd rather go unwanted for the rest of her life than lose her friends, her family, the community she has here in Wayhaven despite everything. There's no answer she can give that is worth never laughing with Tina and Verda again. Or experiencing the world through fresh eyes with Farah. Watching the sunrise in comfortable silence with Morgan. Exchanging books and anecdotes with Nate.

Being the reason Adam lowers his guard and smiles enough for the dimples to show on his face.

Every moment with them plays in her mind like a movie on fast forward. Slows to the day she left a scar on Adam's arm, one that won't heal. It's permanent. Her throat burns. She can't lose them. She won't. Not while she's alive and breathing. She won't be the reason he's hurt again and no one will carry any scars because of her.

Zuri stares back at Li-Sar. Another rumble, another flash of electricity, a crack of lightning, tension tension tension-

She is unwavering, firm. She won't get the answer she wants. At that, the amalgamation of frustration and anger softens into confusion, then fascination, then…she looks impressed? Begrudgingly, but impressed nonetheless.

“Fine,” she scoffs and glances away, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Keep your secrets while you can. You will speak them freely once you join me.”

She almost slumps in relief, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. This is, what? Their second meeting? Their first full on conversation? And she can toy with her as though she's known her her whole life, push every button, say all the right things. It will never not be weird to be on the receiving end of that. 

The air sighs, feeling lighter by the second. But only one type of tension evaporated. The other still lingers, balances on a tightrope. 

Li-Sar's gaze flickers between her eyes and her lips, her hand gently cradling her face rather than grasping it tightly. She releases her wrists and Zuri's arms fall to her bare shoulders. Blue currents run down her arms, whirl around Li-Sar's shoulders down to her fingertips. For the first time, she shudders, eyes widening as she continues to watch her with a new intensity.

“...would you grant me this moment?” 

Her hushed words hang in the air between them. Zuri blinks up at her. This can't be what she thinks it is. What she hates that she hopes it is.

“...what?”

A thumb caresses her bottom lip, the stinging fading as she does. There's fluttering in her stomach again, warmth in her cheeks, anticipation in her veins. 

“I'd like to taste you, if you'd permit me,” a small gasp, and Li-Sar mirrors her, parts her own lips, seconds that feel like minutes pass before she continues. “I will savour however much of you I can have.”

The heat returns with a vengeance at the yearning in her eyes. Oh God. Zuri’s heart might just beat out of her chest. The last kiss she had was both bittersweet and magical and everyday after that has been a test in restraint. 

Being alone with Adam was like drowning; his presence is all-encompassing, beautiful, painful, everything it wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to be easy and fun, her wriggling her way past his walls and getting to see more of him than what the world sees. But he burrowed his way under her skin too and now? Now she's lost her balance, fallen from the edge and things are more complicated than they've ever been. Now she itches to be in his arms again, to run her fingers through the short strands of his hair, to feel his hand on her face and his lips on hers. She finds herself on the verge of begging and pleading for him to share that moment with her. 

Just one more kiss, even if he won't have her. Even if they keep dancing around what they have. Even if it's better that way. 

And here she is, with an all powerful being who is bold and beautiful and dangerous and wants her. Who isn't afraid of what it could mean or how it could end. She wants her. She could kill her for daring to deny her. But instead she asks for a kiss. Just one kiss, even if she can't have her the way she wants to. 

Zuri wraps an arm around her neck and draws her in before she can think. She doesn't want to think - to resist - anymore. She wants it messy and desperate and electric.

Li-Sar chuckles and puts her free hand against the tree, crowding her but preventing her from pulling her any closer. “You will have to use your words. That shouldn't be difficult with that silver tongue of yours.”

She can't say it out loud, it's messed up and embarrassing and-

“May I taste you?”

Her eyebrows furrow, she's holding her breath, her head moves up and down before she can think-

Yesyesyesyes-

“...yeah,” it's shaky when it comes out, mixed with a heavy breath. “Yes…please.”

Li-Sar's eyes flash again, the hand on her cheek sits more securely while the other slowly moves to her waist. She stares at her with wonder and… concern. Their foreheads touch and one of Zuri’s hands leaves her shoulder to brush her hair out of her face. She needs to look at her.

“You have been hurt, haven't you, meor'dal?” She leans in closer, dips her head until the tips of their noses brush, her voice soft but firm. “I promise you this. That ache in your heart? That is something you will never have to bear again. Not when you are with me.”

Zuri is warm all over from the heat inside and against her body. Her hair is soft between her fingers, her scent is dizzying, her breath fans against her face and she is so beautiful. She's beautiful, she's dangerous, she wants her, she isn't him. The light, barely there touch of her lips makes sparks course through her, through her fingers, slice through her thoughts until all that's left are fragments yes, please, I want, need this, kiss me, kiss me, please-

“Zuri?”

Eyes snap open. A hand covers her mouth. Her own shift to her shoulders, balled into fists, pushing her away. The bark pokes at her back and the back of her head. 

She doesn't need to glance to the side to see who's there. She'd know that voice anywhere. She looks anyway.

Adam. 

Shit.

The rest of Unit Bravo come up from behind him, standing at a distance. Stiff like they all want to run towards her and get Li-Sar as far away from her as possible.

Li-Sar is doing the same.

Her hair stands on end as she stares at them, the static so overwhelming it crackles and pops and stings. Thunder starts rumbling, low and threatening, the backdrop to this standoff. She doesn't look at Zuri when she speaks, her voice echoing through the forest as she speaks. “Which one of them is it?”

Fear floods in and flushes every feeling away. Shit. She could kill them right where they stand. She pushes the hand on her mouth away, gets a tight hold of her wrist. 

“Li-Sar, no. Stop.”

“Tell me.”

Farah watches intently. Morgan growls. Nate puts a hand on Adam’s shoulder. He still shifts closer. 

“No,” the panic is clear in the rasp of her voice. “Leave them alone.”

“Who-”

“Stop!”

Her voice booms. There's a crack of thunder, a flash of lightning. The vampires cover their ears. Zuri’s hand zips forward, clutches Li-Sar's jaw, forcing her head to turn towards her. Away from them. Something surges through her, mixing with the fear, amplifying the anger and the ugly little thing inside her that gnaws at its cage. She won't watch them be hurt again. Not by either of them. Her fingers dig into her face again, another hiss as her nails pierce her skin. Her mind races with thoughts and images of every way she could stop Li-Sar, each one gorier than the next.

It would be the last thing she lets either of them do. 

“You stay away from him,” her voice is as cutting and as loud as the thunder, “from all of them. If you even look in their direction again, you'll lose any chance you had of me being your she’loe-chae'lis.”

She says the word like her Echolian has been fully honed.

Li-Sar stares at her, her face still scrunched in anger, her eyes bright but inspecting. Curious. Piercing like she might call her bluff that there's any chance at all. They dim, and familiar fascination slips through. That, and an impressed smirk. 

“As you wish,” she steps away a few seconds after Zuri lets go of her jaw, keeping her eyes on her as she backs away. 

She stops at the trees opposite her, places a hand on one, making sure to turn her body away from Unit Bravo when she does.

“Until we next meet, Zuri,” her name echoes before she vanishes in a flash of lightning with a loud crack.

The tree has been split in too, leaves burnt to ash, branches black and smoking. 

A warning of what she can do. What she could've done.

Zuri’s feet touch the ground for the first time in ages and her legs buckle.

“Zuri, are you harmed? Are you-”

“Give her a moment, Adam.”

Nate puts a hand on his shoulder again. The four of them get as close as they can while staying out of reach. She looks back at them, leaning back against the tree, panting with a wry smile. They're okay. They're all okay. “A moment would be appreciated.”

“Woah. Your eyes,” Farah stares at her in awe. “Your hair, your voice! Holy shit. Those powers are getting stronger by the day.”

Inhale. Exhale. 

“You say that like it's a good thing.”

“It's not a good thing or a bad thing,” she shrugs, “just…a thing. I think.”

Inhale. Exhale.

“When were you gonna tell us that stuff would make your voice that loud?” Morgan joins in, crossing her arms and inspecting her with a concerned frown.

Zuri let's out a short, breathless laugh. “Oh trust me, I would've told you the moment I found out.”

“We do trust you.”

She shakes her head and gives them a weak smile. They're only talking because they know the silence would be worse for her. That noise, no matter how soft, helps her breathe easier. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

She vaguely feels her earrings lower to their usual position, dangling from her ears. Her clothes loosening around her, back to hugging her figure instead of squeezing it. The magic inside her feels less like a waterfall and more like a small stream, contained and not sparking outward.

It's Nate who speaks next. “How are you feeling, Zee?” 

Soothed. Embarrassed. Exhausted. Relieved. Too many things to describe in depth. But she knows one thing.

“You're all okay. You're alright, so I'm good. Tired, but good.”

She straightens up and takes a step towards them. Or really, stumbles towards them. Adam catches her by the elbow and puts a hand on her back. She looks up at him with furrowed brows before looking down at his arm, shying away from his touch. The scar is still there. She hurt him one way and almost hurt him in another.

She almost kissed her.

“Wait, Adam I…”

“It is as you said. We are all alright,” she looks up again and finds him smiling softly. “I am all right.”

Guilt coils inside her chest. 

“Let us go home,” he adds softly.

Zuri stares at the split tree, rolling her lips together at the sight. At the images that come with it. The part of her that already misses her and part that wants her gone in a way that's more permanent than a magically powered cell. She nods, leans into him despite how wrong she feels for doing it, and he leads her away. 

She needs to just… get away from here.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

May I please ask for headcanons of Eden meeting Valerie please

This made me think for a long while

I haven't thought of this

Oh my goddness would that be a sight-

It was when the family decided it'd be fun to visit the park and confuse guests (Jack, Dal, Joe, and Farja were so down to help)

They all did their own thing and Valerie watched her children and their friends go to their own thing, most of them going to places they knew in advance where their Disney Villain lookalikes were wandering before the shows and promoting said show

That's when someone catches her attention, beside a man in super fluffy and pretty purples and blues like a damn peacock is a pretty young lady with hair of night dressed rather adorably and mature

After the family regrouped for the Disney Villain Recruiters show was when she gotten a name for the face

"I welcome you silly mortals to the show~! Why still such a dull place like your world when you can be a hero, a savior, and most perfect and brave much like my dear Master, the greatest hunter of all time!"

Ah, she's Gaston's recruiter, thought Valerie as she watched her introduce herself and the others with confidence and eye flutters before doing a pose like shooting an arrow into the sky

Throughout the show though she kind of picked up how strong this Eden girl's personality is, yeah she seen the recruiters mess with each other before but it felt wrong and mean seeing her try and trip Jack and Pretty Scar during their little dances

After the show it is time to meet the recruiters in which everyone abused the system by having the recruiters being SUPER free to goof off or act different when alone with the people they since considered family

Then Eden came into the room in search of something and interrupted the reunion

Then, Eden flutter her lashes and pouted, "Dal sweetie, could you be a dear and get me a water?" And before anyone could responded, they were taken aback Dalmatia was ready to do that until Jack Heart grabbed him

Valerie, knowing well of Pretty Scar's feelings towards Dalmatia, was not having that form of tricks today!

She crossed her arms and spoke up

But Eden-

Eden: "Oh, I guess you have a right to be jealous to the young."

If Valerie didn't feel like smacking her the kids for sure did!

Until-

Malfie Jack is snorting and wheezing with AU Jack and AU Joe along side them

Confused, Eden demanded a reasoning and well-

Jack: "Little lady, she has lines men at her door courting her everyday! You barely got anything in comparison!"

Eden's face turns bright red before she storms out and Valerie, though embarrassed of the words, bought Jack and ice cream

Still, that wasn't the end of Eden of the day, oh no no no

Valerie was glaring at her across every way until the final show ended and Nadia was giving Farja plenty hugs as the masters came for their minions / honestly their kids (looking at you Captain Hook), the group mostly staying behind to say by to their friend and Nadia knew she was gonna see Mozenwrath for a little bit when Jafar comes

Valerie, again, watched her children and their friends interact to their lookalikes with joy, holding back a small smile at AU Joe's stink eye at Ursula

At one point she gave Zuri a small head pat/hair ruffle with words of praise when she mentioned she'll probably help Pretty Scar with some cacti in the savannah during the next weekend, and she couldn't help but notice Eden seeing that and turning to her master and eagerly telling that man about her day

"That's good girlie, you should've seen the buck I snagged today while hunting, the town is very happy indeed!"

Valerie rolled her eyes as she heard him say that, gagging slightly when he flexes his muscles and wink her way

But she also sees the kind of disappointment on Eden's face as her pretty face gets mopey as her eyes look down, dropping the rose gifted by a customer into the trash before following Gaston home

Needless to say their first meeting was rough, knowing Eden and her overly jealous nature with women or anyone and wanting to be the best and Valerie not taking any shit especially if it hurts her friends or family. But I do see them maybe growing as Eden grows and sees she shouldn't be just a pretty face for others pleasure, and Valerie would be a good nail in the coffin for that statement and maybe one day the two could regally talk about fighting and survival skills and romances if the time comes

I can kind of see both them being this song for different reasons

Valerie towards her family and maybe whoever she ends up with in your world and Eden towards Gaston and her constant need to have that relationship she seen people like Lady Hook and Captain Hook and the needs to be perfect and a even more perfect picture of him only to be let down constantly

I wanna know your thoughts if I got some stuff wrong!

[supernovanursery]

introduction!

hi hi, and welcome to our blog!

supernovanursery is run by us two admins: honey (he/him), and biscuit (they/he)! this is a SFW blog with a focus on agere, where we'll share: 💛 agere headcanons for various series we're currently fixated on, along with OCs for said series! 💛 "the sunlit daycare", where littles and flips from all sorts of different universes are tended to by its staff! just how is the daycare connected to all these worlds, you ask? just wait and see! 💛 ...and more!

under the cut is some info on a few reoccurring original characters for the sunlit daycare in particular. feel free to press "read more" for pictures and tidbits about them!

(also, our super-cute borders were made by admin honey, for those curious!)

(the art above is made by admin biscuit!)

Starting with a few of the Caregivers! From left to right is Topaz, Joshua, Coinneach, and Zuri! Topaz is often manning the front desk, quite excellent when it comes to taking care of paperwork, along with her duties as one of the CGs! She's softer-spoken and often is seen taking care of the younger regressors, easily able to help them wind down for naptime. Joshua is one of the founders of the Sunlit Daycare. He has a rough and tough exterior, but easily opens up to show his softness inside when it comes to interacting with regressors and his staff. The only one who can bring out his grumpiness is Connie. Coinneach, Connie for short, is the other founder of the Sunlit Daycare! He comes off as a little intimidating (especially to the Littles and Flips) at first, but it doesn't take long for others to realize how much of a softie he really is as well. His favorite pastime is bothering Joshua. Lastly, Zuri is usually seen tending to the eldest group of Littles and Flips, easily able to keep up with some of their boundless energy! They're the creative sort, easily able to come up with activities to keep them entertained. Many of which involve music, due to her proficiency in it!

(also made by admin biscuit!)

Then, there's the first three reoccurring regressors! From left to right is Morgan, Daniel, and Felicitee! Morgan is one of the cheekier Littles, usually getting up to trouble and egging on her friends! He's very energetic and loves to play with the others, especially outside. Daniel is a little more uptight, but usually gets roped in to what Morgan's doing. Frog has a deep fascination with, as you might expect, frogs! He's a knowledgeable little one on that topic especially! Felicitee is a warm-hearted girl who loves all things pink, cutesy, and girly! Playing dress up and having tea parties are her absolute favorite activities. She and Keith consider each other siblings!

(also made by admin biscuit!)

Lastly is the second set of reoccurring regressors! From left to right is Ji-ho, Keith, and Camellia! Ji-ho is a Flip that finds comfort in big, comfy clothes and stuffed animals. Zer jacket is one of zer most prized possessions. More often than not, ze can be found cozied up by one of the CGs, listening to a story! Keith is a Little with a headspace on the older side and a concern with looking cool. He’s a little reckless, often climbing things he shouldn’t and trying to do tricks that he really can’t do. Fortunately, he’s one tough cookie and his bandaids add to his cool look. Camellia is a sweet Little who likes to make friends with everyone. Her favorite game is playing house and whether he’s playing the mommy or the daddy, that play kitchen and baby doll is theirs.

[zurixmitchell]

Name: Zuri Mitchell

Faceclaim: Kat Graham

Gender & Pronouns: cis female & she/her

Age: 35

Birthday: May, 12th, 1989

Height: 5'2

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Waitress at Rizzo's Diner

Neighborhood: South Hills

short facts

Zuri grew up in Wilmington, North Carolina, moving between foster homes due to her drug addicted parents.

She was wrongly convicted of murder at age 19 and spent 13 years in prison.

While incarcerated, Zuri earned her GED and took college courses. She earned a bachelor's degree while imprisoned.

The Innocence Project helped prove her innocence, leading to her release at age 32.

Now 35, Zuri works as a waitress and attends law school to help wrongly convicted individuals.

biography

Wilmington, North Carolina should've been a nice place to grow up, but for Zuri, things were tough from the start. Her parents were caught up in drugs, so they couldn't really take care of her. She ended up bouncing around different foster homes, never really feeling like she belonged anywhere. Growing up like that, she had a hard time being a kid. It was tough to focus on school or make friends when she was always moving around. By high school, she started hanging out with kids who seemed to get what she was going through - but they weren't exactly the best influence. These were kids who were angry and lost, just like her. They made her feel like she fit in, but it came with some pretty big downsides. Just when Zuri was turning 19, everything fell apart. She got accused of murder - although she didn't do it. She kept insisting she was innocent, but nobody cared to listen. She ended up behind bars, thinking her life was over before it even began. As soon as the cell door closed with a loud slam, she experienced a level of despair she had never felt before. The first few months in prison were really rough. She was mad at the world and scared out of her mind. But as time went on, something in her started to change. She realized even though she was locked up, her mind was still free. That's when she decided to turn things around. Zuri started taking every class she could in prison. She got her GED, then kept going with college courses. The more she learned, the bigger her world got, even inside those walls. Books became her way of escaping, taking her places she'd never even dreamed of. As she studied, she got really interested in law and how the justice system works. She started looking at her own case differently, seeing all the ways the system had let her down. While Zuri was working hard on her degree, she never stopped trying to prove she was innocent. She wrote tons of letters, filed appeals, and reached out to anyone who might listen. Finally, all that work paid off. The Innocence Project took a look at her case, and after a lot of legal back-and-forth, the truth came out. After 13 long years, when Zuri was 32, she finally walked out of prison a free woman. The world had changed while she was locked up, and she had to figure out how to fit in again. But she wasn't the same scared kid who went into prison. She came out tougher, more focused, and ready to make the most of her second chance. Now, three years later, Zuri's life looked pretty different. She's working at Rizzo's Diner as a waitress. It's not glamorous, but she’s grateful for the second chance. She's also in law school, juggling classes with her work schedule. It's exhausting, but she’s got a big goal driving her - she wants to help other people who've been wrongly convicted, just like she was. She wants to be the voice for people still stuck in the system, fighting the same battles she did.

[acertainmoshke]

Snippet: Dream Part 1

This dream sequence takes up a whole (relatively short, but still) chapter, so I'm going to post the whole thing but in sections.

Content warnings: fairly graphic allusions to self harm and attempted suicide (possibly the most up front I am about these things in the whole book, sorry), mentions of blood that go along with that and general wounds

For a moment, I know this can’t be real. And yet it feels more real than the real world has in so long. The murky water in the river is bright even on a cloudy day. It catches in the same wind that tugs painfully at the knots in my long hair. My too-big jeans scratch at my legs. My chest is new, the way it jerks with each movement still an unpleasant surprise. I don’t bother with the sweaters yet and my arms are bare beneath the short sleeves of the boys’ shirt I stole off a clothes line when you could still do that in the city. I’m so, so young and I have the strangest feeling of both mes hovering in my mind: I can feel myself not knowing things I should know. Sitting on the wall above the river, I still believe I will be growing old by the 1950’s and dead before the new millennium. The thought isn’t a sad one. My ribs ache when I turn to face Kris, and a thin layer of sticky blood glues my shirt to my skin. My arm aches too but brighter, sharper, a rush of relief from everything else. Blood seeps in little droplets from cuts I put off wrapping, dripping down my wrist and onto the bricks between us. The same blood stains the switchblade I haven’t washed yet, still in my other hand. Kris won’t look at me, but even in profile I’m surprised at his youth. We both look—will look—so young still it’s easy to forget we’re not frozen. But his face is rounder, softer, more like Zuri’s. The worry lines, carved like divets into his rough skin, are not yet present. The ghost of childhood glamour still clings to him, blurring the spines and glossing over the horns. I feel myself reach out a blood-sticky hand to touch his arm, light like a butterfly, just below the cuff of his grown-man’s shirt. I remember that his hardened skin feels soft brushes better than rough taps. Another part of me remembers that in 10 years a deep gash along this arm will make him cry and then leave a thick scar where my fingers graze. Now, or then, he pulls his arm away and my chest hurts. I want to say I’m sorry, please love me. Except that I’m not sorry. I can’t feel bad about the only thing that makes the world hurt less. I can feel river spray, heavy with chemicals, tickling at my bare feet. It would be easy to push off the wall, inhale the poison water, and know no more. I won’t, of course, but— No. That’s wrong. Because I did. I remember the unbearable sting of water in my lungs, the very first realization that I wouldn’t die no matter how I tried. But this time, something is different. Maybe it’s that I also remember his tears and the shimmering of broken glass in the road. But I don’t push off, I don’t feel myself flying. I put my arms around as much of his body as I can reach. He doesn’t turn around, but he doesn’t pull away either. And then someone taps my shoulder. Again, this is wrong. I remember this day. No one else was here.

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[sketch-guardian]

after a long time, he is Kabir!! :D

He's 7 and a rough childHis relationship with Demya started... fairly well, but he was always on edge like a caged animal around her and practically everyone, to the point he was almost violent. His demon form was used for the first time when he was five, tho not fully since during that time he only had his horns, by the time his father passed away, he wasn't yet found by the without until a month after, where he basically ran away from the orphanage only the first day in, living completely on the streets and close forest before he was attacked, so he was very malnourished by the lack of food, shelter and sleep, but that didn't stop him from fighting back, thanks to that he was the only kid Solomon had saved who was hurt and close to death, this was also one of the reasons why he was always on edge at the start

He has his own sense of order that he NEEDS to follow, his father, unlike his mother, was more composed and that's the only trait (besides half of his hair) that he got from him. However, this traits crash with the feral part from his mother, so his sense of order is his own, it's still very messy, but if he doesn't follow it he gets anxious. So people like Zury may see it as there's not actually any order but if they change things of place he will attack

He is very cheerful and playful one, always running around the other kids, or roughhousing with his mother, however, he gets overwhelmed easily by his hypersensitivity. Back to the original post about them when you answered about him getting an amulet from Azul, I liked so he did :D he got a bracelet with a wolverine, whoever tries to take it away from him gets bitten

Hybrids are born as humans and they start getting their half demon/angel parts when growing, so his senses started to develop after he became five, which is the age this happen. This means he has to get adapted to higher senses in general, which gets him very overwhelmed, be either by new smells or big spaces, so when Demya tried to take him hunting for the first time, they had to stop until he got used to the new clear environment, she has to go slow and patient with him at all time during his whole childhood if she doesn't want him to react badly

The way he gets friends or knows who to trust is thanks to his mother, if she trusts them, then it's fine. This actually helps him a lot since his territorial side tells him other hybrids are a threat towards his family, so if they're from Demya's circle then he can trust them and sees them as friends or family. This is also why he likes Nikolai, even tho their parents don't get along that well, he is part of the group of friends so Nikolai is too, besides he sees Nikolai as "weak, friend, not a threat, must protect". With people like witches however, the smell alone gives him the fight or flight reaction and which one he will use is always random

This one got too long so sorry about that TwT, next one will be Aurelia and after that the Odon's triplets

Another wonderful fanart for your original Obey Me Prophecy AU, I love it!😍💜Kabir seems really cute and a little pest like Demya, in his own way😂

I also liked the explanation of Kabir's messy set of rules, because it kinda reminds me of the organized mess that my bedroom is🤣🙈moreover I loved the little details of Kabir being easily overwhelmed, the amulet and his friendship with Nikolai✨don't worry about writing too much or too little, I honestly adore reading your work and everyone's asks☺I admire the passion and effort with which you draw💕thank you very much again! I will patiently wait for the other fankid ocs, there's no rush😌💖

(Obey Me Prophecy AU and the fankids belongs to @shainaloveuwu )

(RAD Classmates and the New exchange students belongs to me)