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childlikegoblinqueen · 12 days ago
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No joke though, I think Hunter would not think twice about being on diaper duty.
It’s what needs to be done. It makes A happy to be clean and cared for.
He sings to her and they “chat”… she smiles.
After he snuggles back with Willow and reads a book.
All the best stuff that comes with being a dad and he doesn’t think twice about the icky part, because he literally had to stand in the throne room and watch Belos turn into a violent slime monster.
Dirty diapers and happy baby? No problem.
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polyhexian · 1 year ago
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Fraggle Rock.
I totally need your headcanon on the Jasperverse gangs feelings about Fraggles because I have complex feelings about the SCOMverse Noceda Siblings views on Fraggles.
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I've never actually watched fraggle rock, despite my love of puppetry, but jasper loves making stuff like plushies so I think he would love puppets lol
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childlikegoblinqueen · 28 days ago
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Pre-Belos Grimwalker Tale Exclusive!
I'm going to post this on AO3 eventually, but this is in response to an ask about eventually exploring the Evoldo's rise to power and the Kingdom of Lovoed/Nommeking where Osran's spirit servant was first sacrificed.
I'm not going to tell anymore of their story (yet), but I wanted to leave this here:
TW: suggestive language, mentions of enslavement and violence, blood, and abuse.
This is a bit more mature than some other stuff, so I am putting it below the veil.
Off to work on Blight of the Living Dead AND some more post SCOM projects.
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Root of Evil
The young man took note of his reflection in the mirror outside the old clothing vendor. 
Pale skin. Pale hair. His horns curved back on either side of his head. He looked right. He looked left. Everyone always said they were his finest feature, the way they accented his pointed ears perfectly. 
He drew a spell circle weaving small braids on either side, and with them, tiny springs of lilac flowers and ivy. 
Adjusting his tunic just so, he flicked his tail in satisfaction, and checked the clasp on the green gem he wore dangling from his left ear. The color matched his eyes perfectly.
“I see you are already a witch of taste, sir gardener,” the merchant chuckled, “but I am certain a gentlewitch of your standing would not be wearing your work uniform during the evenings you have not come from work.”
“Ah. You would be surprised,” the young man cleared his throat, “King Alder has made sure that his royal gardeners are held in high regard for our work displaying all the beauty the of the Titan’s flora.”
“Hmmm. My own husband is enamored with the field of firecracker crocuses this time of year.” he nodded.
“Ah!” The young man’s eyes lit up, “That was my first assignment when I got this job! Those fields were pretty enough when I arrived at my post, but the real work in making them that lovely was recognizing where the weeds had set into the flesh beneath the soil.”
“And how would one figure that out?” The shopkeeper scratched his chin.
“Well!” the young man clapped his hands together, “where I was born, my parents taught me how to recognize rash weeds on the Titan’s skin. If you scratch them at just the right place you can relieve all of them and your plants – crocuses especially will give bigger fireballs in the sunset.”
“And this is why the king hires real witches to do this work. To pull up the weeds by the roots that is.” the shopkeeper snapped his fingers, “CLAVI!”
A thin boy, no older than 15 padded out of the shop with a snake measure. 
“Take this gentlewitch’s measurements for one of the new suits.” The shopkeeper ordered. The boy, Clavi worked quickly. Thin cracked hands measured the young man’s chest and lithe shoulders and the space between the middle of his shoulders and his neck. 
Without another word, he disappeared back into the shop to return with a fine deep teal jacket woven with some of the favorite symbols of Lovoed. Stars and swords and snapping snapdragons. A stonesleeper in a muzzle. A basilisk. And galderstones, of course. 
“It’s lovely, truly.” The young man ran a finger over the fabric. He knew he would best save his snails for a day when the rain boiled at its worse, but he’d received a bonus for his last weeks’ work and sent it all to his parents and what harm would it do him to look nice? 
Clavi, smiled slightly from beneath his dark hair. As if he was pleased that the young man admired this garment so much. 
“Did you make this?” he asked the boy. 
“Of course he didn’t!” The merchant stepped in. “I wouldn’t allow its hands on anything in this shop…” he eyed Clavi’s actual hands. Chapped and shaking. Touching the lapel to make sure it sat smooth over the young man’s chest. 
“I mean, to make the item!” The merchant swatted the boy. His ears flicked and he quickly retracted his hands. “The clothing at this shop is 100% made by real witches.” 
“Hmmmm. Is that right?” The young man said steadily. “Real, witches you say?”
Clavi’s shoulders drooped slightly. 
“Oh. don’t expect an answer from him.” The shopkeep laughed. “He had a nasty habit of speaking out of turn when we bought him, so we cut out his tongue.” he leaned in. “Clavi. You and your breed do not sew the items we sell here, do you?”
Clavi raised his tired red eyes to meet the young man’s. Slowly, the boy shook his head. 
“I think that tells me all I need.” The young man slipped out of the jacket. “I thought this was grift avenue! I have to spend my wages carefully, I won’t have any part of my leisure wardrobe be made in a sweatshop full of grimwalker werms.”
“I already told you,” the merchant growled. “that my wares are made by REAL witches. When you say this, what you are truly saying is that there is no fine spider silk from my shop that you would find yourself better dressed in?”
“If you prefer!” The young man snorted. He slid his green eyes over Clavi’s thin body, “but you and I know the truth? Eh?”
“Full of yourself, are you?” The merchant hissed, “you are still just a gardener, you know? Don’t act because you play around in the dirt on the Titan that you are some sort of actual noble! We honest witches are all here to make an honest living! I’ll have you know that Clavi’s ortet was a fine boy with the best embroidery skills and when he was lost in the war, we went through three more attempts to make sure we grew at least one that was up to scratch!”
“You’ll have no luck with this one!” A high pitched voice chuckled. The current head gardener clapped the young man on his shoulder. “His tastes are far beyond what a tourist trap like this could possibly offer!”
The merchant scowled at the newcomers. A band of three more witches, all dressed in the finery that indicated they worked as royal groundskeepers. “Very well, mistress.” he told her. “I suppose none of you – just three steps above scullery maids – would want to wear anything tasteful on your way to the whorehouses full of grimwalker werms?” 
“Ah!” The head gardener laughed. Her three eyes turned up, closed. “You know you may be right there!” she shared a smile with the others, “but our boy here has much more discerning taste than the rest of us!”
“Right.” Chuckled another gardener, “He wouldn‘t lower himself to partake in the fruits of the red eye district.”
“That’s enough.” The young man grumbled.
“Too bad,” the merchant smirked, “You’ll find they are quite compliant to whatever you want. And if not? Well if you pay the house enough, they will make sure the grims comply.”
The young man rolled his green eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I will duck out on tonight’s festivities,” he told the head gardener. “You’re giving me a headache.”
“Ha!” one of the gardeners chuckled. “You’ll find clothing isn’t the only thing that this one has a discerning taste in.”
“That’s none of your concern,” the young man smirked. “I’ll take my leave, if its all the same to you, mistress.”
“It’s your evening off!” chuckled another gardener, “You don’t have to ask!”
“Already have plans without your coworkers, sir snob?” the merchant taunted. “I suppose he has some silly paramour who is enamored with his station in the castle?” 
“He’s enamored with some noble. It’s obvious.” The head gardener chuckled, “we just haven’t figured out who he’s playing with just yet. Now.” she turned to the merchant. “I would LOVE to see what you have for a night of leisure. I’ve not spent my snails on a new bodice and set of silk trousers since last the wailing star passed by.”
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The whistling sound wove its way through the air. The young man waited for the answer. It led him to the walls of the old locked garden with ribbons of red. 
When he finally arrived, he drew three spell circles. One to summon stairs up to the top of the walls, one to rebraid his hair around his horns, and another to grow a bouquet of flowers. 
“Cliche isn’t it?” the witch asked as he stepped over the garden wall, stairs crumbling into the ground behind him. “A royal gardener, wooing a princess?”
She smirked and tossed her tight black curls over her dark shoulder. 
“No more cliche than a princess who is in love with her royal gardener,” the young man chuckled. 
“Hmmmm.” she hummed playfully, “who said I’m in love with you?”
The young man felt his entire armor melt immediately. He let his shoulders fall and his tail twitched with interest. “Guess I’ve got to give these flowers to some other witch then?”
“Oh please!” she rolled her eyes, “come on over here.”
They sat for a while, Shoulder to shoulder, saying very little. Watching the stars reflect over the top of the knee high above. 
“Why did you want to meet here?” he asked quietly, “Instead of in town? Or you know… uhhh.?”
“In my room?” the princess’ smile grew playful. “My father is entertaining guests. Traveling oracles from the left palm I think.”
“Your father. King Alder, is entertaining foreigners?” he mocked a choke, “That would imply that he agrees to admit that there's parts of the Titan that do NOT belong to him.” he narrowed his eyes, “What’s his game, Thistle?”
“No clue.” the princess sighed, “But he’s been looking for a royal oracle for years. He must be pretty desperate since this one set up shop in the middle of town. My brother seems pretty taken with the older of the two though.” 
“Your father would never marry off his prize possession to a traveling oracle.” the young man shook his head, “not unless they could bring him a pretty hefty prize.”
“True.” Thistle laughed, “But they can have fun without a marriage contract. Unlike a spare, like myself, The Titan has plans and Calix is meant for great things. I am but a pawn to be married off to some minor cousin of a noblewitch to increase the king’s reserve of galdorstones!”
The young man’s chest went heavy. 
“I didn’t mean…” Thistle shook her head. “I had to fake a headache to get out of the banquet tonight. Calix is all MOONEYED over the older guest like he wants to have a very particular kind of Midnight Conjuring with him.”
“That’s a terrible joke, Thistle.” The young man laughed. 
“Like you haven’t thought of that one for us” Thistle shook her head. Their gazes met. “Anyway, the younger brother gives me the literal creeps. It’s like he’s using his sight to see what’s beneath my skirts.”
“So don’t wear skirts?” The young man raised a brow suggestively. 
“Oh shut up!” Thistle threw her head back. “You know I prefer my market slacks anyway!”
“So.” The young man cleared his throat, “Before the merchant oracle sweeps you off your feet for a cliche tryst, do you think I might be allowed a kiss goodbye?”
“Oh, please.” Thistle smiled. She slipped her hands over his chest, “You know the only ‘cliche tryst’ I’m interested in is ours.”
The young man leaned in. The heat of their lips nearly pressed together, when he felt a weight on his left ear. 
“You know I won’t kiss you,” the princess said, “unless I can look at you as you actually are.” 
The young man nodded slowly. He let her release the concealment stone. 
“Thistle –” he whispered. He could see his bright magenta eyes reflected in her dark gaze. 
She smiled and closed the space with a kiss.
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childlikegoblinqueen · 1 month ago
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Working on BoTLD and imagining that teenage Hunter would have a Wednesday Addams disdain for Puritans the way Wednesday is with Pilgrims.
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(Yes, I know there’s some distinct differences between the two groups but the general idea remains.)
Like, a reenactment group comes in when he has a shift at Robin’s Roast and he goes all crazy, babbling about how shitty puritans were and what bs Witch Hunts were…
And the owners of the cafe won’t fire him because he’s really good at his job and popular with customers…
He takes his ranting to school, and to Palisman carving sessions with Dell…
And hanging out with Gus and on a date with Willow …
And…
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childlikegoblinqueen · 21 days ago
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Preview of first Post Scomverse Multi Chapter Story:
I have a lot of Bittersweet Symphony done, but that's the 90's Human AU with @threegoblinart. I'll wait for her for that one.
Here's a quick preview of the first post Scomverse multi chapter fic.
If you haven't finished Sweet Child O' Mine there's some spoilers.
The working title has changed to Criminal (like the Fiona Apple Song)
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“Oh hey!” He stopped a teenage clerk pushing a card of wart enhancing scream. The kid turned quickly and gave a little yelp, his eyes widening as recognition made its way through to his brain.
Hunter and Willow sighed while the familiar awkward silence hung in the air, broken abruptly by gurgling baby sounds.
“Ahzaboo papaa dadaWuhboo?”
The clerk shook his head. Willow frowned as his eyes turned from Hunter to the baby to her and back to Hunter.
“Oh hello, errrr, random customer.” The boy’s voice cracked. “What can I help you with today?”
“We’re looking for cards for a Baby’s Fangs Teething Ceremony?” Hunter gestured to the racks of cards on the wall.
“Mmmm.” the clerk hummed. He sucked in a breath. “Yeah, there should be a small selection right next to the ‘Happy Anniversary of Not Getting  Killed by the Draining Spell’ cards…”
“Ah.” Hunter scratched the back of his neck, “Yeah, well we’ll just show ourselves over there … and then to the self checkout counter.” 
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childlikegoblinqueen · 9 days ago
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So…. Following a BtVS/Monster of the Week type formula, Blight of the Living Dead was a bit more comical while setting up an overarching Big Bad for the season.
I have a few thoughts on where the next episode could go, and a few villains or classic monsters for subsequent episodes (feel free to pitch though! I’m genuinely interested in eating some brainworms)!
But I keep getting a needle for the next installment which picks up a bit where the last one fell off and plays with some older horror movie tropes and stuff.
It’s also a bit more serious than BotLD?
I’m not ready to revisit this just yet but I’m always happy to hear ideas!
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childlikegoblinqueen · 14 days ago
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BLIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD! Chapter 20 of 21.
I lied. THIS is the second to last chapter. It ends after this. Sorry.
ZOMBOMIN-NATION!
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Less than a minute left. What could possibly go wrong?
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childlikegoblinqueen · 11 days ago
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Blight of the Living Dead: Final Chapter!
...and wait for this to all blow over.
End of the line for everyone! Can they defeat the Zombomination Horde before Not Belos becomes sentient?
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childlikegoblinqueen · 23 days ago
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BLIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD! CHAPTER 18 (OF 20)
There is no "i" in team, but there is an "i" in pie.
Link ^^^
Not Belos’ eyes went sharp. Raw. 
Oh no.
Hunter recognized that look at once. 
Luz dragged had dragged him by the hand through the mindscape. Right before they’d escaped to the floor of the Owl House, Belos had given Hunter that same look. 
Angry. Determined. Murderous. 
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childlikegoblinqueen · 26 days ago
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Blight of the Living Dead!💀
👉The world is your bathroom! 👈
Vee, Masha and Josh reunite Cabin 7 when they meet Ryan at the boarded up library.
After a heart to heart, Veesha is stronger than ever and… why is the floor flooded? And is that Hunter who is screaming?
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childlikegoblinqueen · 1 month ago
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Does Hunter ever tell Artemis about his life as the golden guard?
Yeah.
He’d rather her hear it from him directly than from someone else who might give inaccurate information. I’d imagine that Hunter and Willow are very open about Hunter’s past and that Artemis is half grimwalker/ Child of the Forest.
He wouldn’t want her to feel shame for what she is, but she’d also need to understand what that means for her and for Hunter himself.
I think a lot about a flashback scene from Inu Yasha where he asks his (human) mom what “half breed” means because the kids were taunting him by calling him one, and Inu Yasha’s mom cries because she realizes that her son’s life will be hard.
I feel like there will be a lot of moments like that, and while Hunter (nor Willow) would NOT give Artemis all of the gory details at a young age, they’d want to be open and transparent for her, because Titan knows that Hunter was raised with nothing but lies.
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childlikegoblinqueen · 1 month ago
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BLIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD: Next Chapter Preview.
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“Oh, well that escalated quickly?” 
Luz held the ancient PC in her hands. It was wrapped in a drop cloth to keep it from burning her hands, but the real danger seemed to be from the scene before them. 
First, the floor was flooded.
Second? The windows which had been boarded up were now little more than sad shutters. The floor was covered in wood chips as abomination axes and scythes tore through what was left of the barricades. 
“Wiiiiiiitches…….” moaned the zombomination Witch Hunters of Gravesfield. 
“HA! YOU THINK YOU LOST US!” Hopkins shouted from behind.
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childlikegoblinqueen · 1 month ago
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I'm definitely interested in Artemis, pls tell more(that isn't spoilery)
So Orion and Artemis spend a lot of time together as kids.
They are often getting babysat by each others parents and and are seen together a lot on the slayground.
When they tell people their names they sometimes get asked if they’re twins.
When they’re very little they are just like? “No?”
As they get older it gets more confusing. They look nothing alike at all. In fact, Artemis especially doesn’t get it because Orion (presumably) takes after Steve’s birth father. He has two horns and even a tail.
He has Katya’s darker complexion and hair too etc.
So when someone explains they assumed they were twins because they are together a lot and their names match, Artemis being Hunter’s daughter, launches into a long explanation of why that is inaccurate because Artemis’ twin brother was named Apollo. Also Artemis and Orion in mythology was a love story etc…
So when an annoying adult, or another kid asks if that means they’re going to fall in love, Artemis’ reaction is immediate “EW GROSS!”
And Orion is also like “yeah. Gross…” 🫣 🤪 “I think.”
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childlikegoblinqueen · 1 month ago
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do you have any HCS about Artemis?
Yes!!!!!!
Spoilers below.
So, as mentioned previously, I think she's very chatty.
Willow did a lot more out of the house work, so Hunter stayed with Artemis for most of her first year during the day, bringing her with him to the palisman shop, or having her nearby while he was researching for his next book.
He talks to her non-stop and she babbles back. He thinks everything she's saying is "dada" for a while. In school she's that kid who is always being shushed by the teacher.
She's also pretty active and rolls around before crawling. She rolled away once while Hunter turned away for a minute and he called Willow at work hysterically crying that he "lost the baby in subspace..." but she just rolled under a table.
I have a headcanon in general that you can tell the age of grimwalkers because they have rings in their eyes for each year they've been alive... like trees.
Artemis has these. When you look at her eyes in certain sunlight they reflect as red/magenta.
Her hair is VERY thick and can't be cut by regular scissors. Camila suggests a tree trimmer, which works well.
Willow uses plant magic to style Artemis' hair. In turn, Artemis can do this when she gets older. She can also sprout palistrom leaves in various styles in her hair and branches as well.
Unlike Willow, however, Artemis is not great at plant magic that is outside of her own person. She's a healer, and a natural beast keeper (she attracts palismen too). She grew up around the Bat Queen and her "kids" who were like 11 ish by the time she was born? She's naturally empathetic to the language of the trees -- again, another thing that makes it strange to her why she can't actually GROW anything of her own.
Aside from that, she sings a lot -- her dad sung to her too, and she picked up on it.
There's more but it lingers a bit too much into spoiler territory.
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childlikegoblinqueen · 1 month ago
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BLIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD! NEXT CHAPTER.
Pride and Prejudice and Zombominations!
Link! ^^^
Luz and Amity go to the basement of the Gravesfield Library with a bickering Camila and Darius.
(I had a lot of fun with this one, folks!)
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childlikegoblinqueen · 18 days ago
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BLIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD: Chapter 19 of 20
Be a Hero.
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Hunter leads the Hexsquad into a battle of time to get the source of the infestation (an ancient desk top that holds the original simulation) to the Robin's Roasts freezers to cool down.
Meanwhile Gravesfield has become a ZOMBOMI -- NATION! More than half the town has been converted to zombominations, and Not Belos has raised several un-dead Witch Hunters, while Hopkins lives out his own fantasies.
So, of course this is the perfect time for a little drama.
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