#since autumn doesn't exist for the cats

[its-xiu-ya-time]

i LOVE warrior cats it's one of my autistic special interests from when i was a kid that never went away. this post felt tailored to me and i just HAD to respond so here are some of my ideas!

i went for straight warrior names, but feel to turn any disciples into --paw. under the cut to avoid being annoying

based off of their actual name meanings:

shen qingqiu: leafpour OR leafdrop OR leafglare -> leafstar (fallingleaves is a good name too, but i didn't like fallingstar)

luo binghe: icyriver OR icystream OR icyheart -> icystar (alternatively, glacierheart -> glacierstar)

yue qingyuan: mountainpeak -> mountainstar (i also liked peakstar, but couldn't think of a suffix before --star)

liu qingge: willowsong -> willowstar (alternatively, melodywillow -> melodystar. i also liked risingashes for him, not in relation to his name but more of a phoenix reference...)

shang qinghua: flowerwhisper -> flowerstar (alternatively, blossomwhisper -> blossomstar)

mobei-jun: frostdesert -> froststar (alternatively, snowydesert -> snowystar, or freezingdesert -> freezingstar)

mu qingfang: fragrantwood, fragrantbark -> fragrantstar (alternatively, sweetscent -> sweetstar?)

qi qingqi: silverflower -> silverstar? unsure on this one, her name is harder. (alternatively, quailgrass is good! but i didn't like quailstar)

wei qingwei: this one is also hard... i think highstar, largestar, or loftystar works but i can't think of a suffix before --star. (though they didn't relate to his name, i think something like stonemelt or stoneslash or boulderslash would work too)

ning yingying: smallwhisper (i liked smallspring and smallpaws too, though they didn't relate to her name)

ming fan: brightgallop, lightgallop

liu mingyan: drizzlemist, willowmist

sha hualing: sandblossom, sandflower, flowerchime

gongyi xiao: this one... got me. i'm genuinely not sure how to make one based off of his name. i tried my best by making some of it up so have: gentleweep, gentlemourn, OR for a happier name, gentlelight

su xiyan: nightrise

tianlang-jun: daycarnelian -> daystar (but i also think it would be fun to name him dayfall to match sxy!)

zhuzhi-lang: bamboobranch

For scientific reasons, what would be svsss characters warrior cats name

Sect Leaders can be the Stars ✨️ Disciples can be the lik Paws 🐾

Ok, me first, Binghe has got to have the prefix Icy in my PROFESSIONAL opinion..

Icykit, Icypaw... [something]... Icystar

[alicianicoly]

@fairy-verse @aoi-kanna @galacii-gallery

Since you said we could make fairys to live in the Fairy-Verse, i made this little fairy

Name: Valentine

Valentine is a hibrid of autumn and and winter, his father was a autumn fairy and his mother was a winter fairy. His parents died due to a cat attack, he lives alone in a tree near to the big folk villager

Valentine doesn't like to Interact with the other season fairys due to feel not like a fairy, he feels like that because his parents were diferent from each other, sometimes he feels like the domains of the winter fairys is his home, sometimes he feels like the domains of the autumn fairys is his home, it's so confusing to him.

Sometimes Valentine feels very alone, but his days at the big folk villager are full of joy when the children comes to his tree to play, of course just the little ones know about his existence and sometimes they come to him with gifts such as fresh fruits and confy clothes.

Valentine visits each season domains, he just watch the other fairys and doesn't Interact much

Please tell me If something's add so i can change what's wrong, k? I Hope you like it <3

[miabbh]

for the ask game: 15, 16, 25 + 26 :’)

Thankssss dear Lisa 🩷🩷🩷 I love you lots and lots and lots

15. favourite weather to write

Autumn/Fall. During summer the vibe is nice but I feel like my phone or laptop is burning out. During winter my fingers just freeze soooo much (as well as the keyboard from my laptop so I need to punch it to write the letters m g h a u c & space) and, again, I feel like my device will explode in my face if I stay by the fireplace. Spring is okay too but there's hugs... I (used to) enjoy writing with the window open so I can feel inspired by the simple existence of earth... but the window is now a door to a balcony and if I open it I won't ever see my cats again (↼⁠_⁠↼⁠)

16. favourite place to write

my bedroom, my bed, sitting against the wall or lying down but like- feet to the head and head to the end of the bed. Can you picture it? English not good today

25. besides writing, what are your other hobbies?

firstly, that's very sweet to ask 🥹

besides reading of course, I absolutly love cooking. Listening to music is a must I dont even consider it a hobby anymore. And I also dance on a in a traditional portuguese dance group 🤸🏻‍♀️ very nice that since I joined the group there's no YouTube videos about our presentations... 🙃

26. are you able to write with other people around?

Nop. Firstly I thought it's because I feel guilty for writing and not doing something else "more useful" (stupid idea, I know that, but something inside makes me kinda... think that writing isn't serious—and I take it too seriously to accept the idea of people being annoyed by me to be writing instead of helping or just be there spending time with them, as it could somehow influence the message of the text in a negative way).

Although, I had the opportunity to be part of a writing club and I couldn't write a single world down. There is something about the fact that people know who I am, that is, they see me and my face and know my name and all that makes me feel... Shaky. Needless to say, I only went to the first session hsjsbsnsshbs and I almost ran away...........

I just can't. It's not because I'm ashamed exactly of what is being written, because most of the people around me doesn't understand english. It's just that... I feel judge ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

love my bed ♥️♥️

Lisaaaaaaaaaa I love youuuuu 🩷🩷🩷 are you feeling better? I hope so, because you were just to pretty on Halloween that probably the cold wanted to accompany you home

Love you love you

ask game questions

[loosesodamarble]

the fictional men you mentioned are all so handsome can you tell where and what type of media are they from.

Aha... So I kinda forgot that this ask was in my inbox for a few days. But hey! Now I'm getting to it! Sorry to make you wait, Anon!

Hopefully, getting the answers you seek will satisfy you.

(For anyone who doesn't know what Anon is talking about, I made this post a few days back where I shared some of my favorite characters and explained their similarities.)

Now, onto the answers.

First off, are Nacht and Morgen Faust. The people who frequent my blog are most definitely already familiar with these two. They are my ultimate blorbos. Do not separate me from them. Anyways, they're from the manga and anime series Black Clover.

They're both introduced during the Spade Invasion arc so for any anime only-s out there, they don't get that much presence. In the manga though, oh boy is there stuff happening for those two!

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The lovely redhead I shared is Karma, from the dating sim Cinderella Phenomenon (and the fandisc Evermore).

I had so much fun when I played his route the first time. And OOOOHHHH! His story in the fandisc! And I think it's thanks to Karma that my love for weapon wielding love interests was solidified.

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The next (and only other) pair of characters from the same media are Saint Germain and Herlock Sholmés. They come from the dating sim Code Realize series (there's the original game "Guardian of Rebirth" along with two fandiscs, an anime adaptation, and a stage musical).

Their backstories are so tragic and I want only the best for them. The few moments when they're both on screen make me giddy, no joke. Also, I never thought I'd be into guys who wear top hats but then these two exist!

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The next character, Paschalia, is from the dating sim Radiant Tale (which had its fandisc [Radiant Tale Fanfare] released in English just this summer!).

I binged his route in one night and he's changed my brain chemistry~! I'm honestly putting off replaying his route for the good ending because I want to forget as much as possible and relive his story as fresh as I can.

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The next character I shared was Kageyuki Shiraishi, from the dating sim Collar x Malice.

He's such a funny little guy with his love of cats and inability to understand basic human decency. He's also very sad and his Tragic Love End has art that punched me in the gut, shook me down for cash, and then lovingly kissed me on the head before walking off.

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Lucas Proust from Virche Evermore: Error Salvation. (Also, not to brag but I pre-ordered the fandisc Epic Lycoris which I'm very much looking forward to this autumn.)

He literally gets done so dirty by the writers of the game. I want to fix his situation but I also want to see him continue to suffer because his misery is kinda beautiful.

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Blond #3 is the lovely Shion Mayuzumi from Variable Barricade.

Chronic kept man syndrome. Former model. Gaslighting king (I don't even know how much I'm exaggerating by saying that). Honestly, I want to indulge his laziness. He makes it so tempting...

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Bringing in style from the Kyoho era is Kinji from the game Winter's Wish: Spirits of Edo.

It's actually been a while since I've played Winter's Wish and Kinji's route specifically since I'm trying to complete, like, five games at once. But I do remember kicking my feet and giggling at the fluffy romance scenes.

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Next there's Orlok from the games Piofiore: Fated Memories and Piofiore: Episodio 1926.

He's such an adorable assassin! And he kills for the sake of the church he belongs to! Don't worry, he gets better. He's the love interest that gets Fuegoleon-ed in his good ending.

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And last but not least is Il Fado de Rie from Cafe Enchanté.

A literal angel of a man. So beautiful and divine and helpless and clueless. Also, very adorable that he has a love for dating sims while being a dating sim love interest.

[echthr0s]

tagged by @softtidesworld

I have many OCs but since I was tagged by a Far Cry/Fallout mutual I will do... the main Far Cry/Fallout OC! and also his brother, for funsies.

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name: Noah Marten Kingfisher

nickname: I don't think he has any, unless his sister has given him one that I don't yet know about

gender: inapplicable but most people regard him as male and he's fine with that reading

star sign: I haven't done natal charts for any OCs, unfortunately

height: somewhere in the vicinity of five feet, eight inches, I imagine

orientation: yes

nationality/ethnicity: USAmerican by citizenship, an African-diasporic mishmash by heritage

fave fruit: according to Preston, "cherry Nuka-Cola is NOT a fruit" 🙄🙄 but he is rather fond of berries (all kinds) and mango

fave season: autumn

fave flower: good question (he has a whole sunflower Theme going on but I don't know that that's actually his favourite flower! that motif is more about symbolism than actual preference)

fave scent: [orc voice] man flesh

coffee, tea or hc: cocoa all day

average hours of sleep: I... lmao man idk

dog or cat person: dog

dream trip: hmm

favorite fictional character: this is actually an excellent prompt but aside from knowing that Noah is a frequent comic book enjoyer I couldn't actually tell you what his favourite characters would be

number of blankets they sleep with: all of them

random fact: Noah is a CIT alum and would later (much, much later, lmao) return to that very same campus to eventually become Director of the Institute!

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name: Gabriel

nickname: you don't give Gabriel nicknames. you just don't. he does take an epithet quite gracefully, though. "the Revelator" is a particular one that gets its fair share of hushed whispers throughout the Wasteland

gender: inapplicable but most people regard him as male and he's fine with that reading

star sign: [see above]

height: *waves hand around the "five feet, four inches" area*

orientation: aroace, we surmise. but we think this is mainly a result of severe trauma as opposed to being a neutral lack of attraction

nationality/ethnicity: I imagine nations don't really exist in the same way post-war, so I couldn't tell you. he's simply a Wanderer. I'm also not sure how to square ethnicity in a setting like that. he's Black, though. regardless.

fave fruit: [Ulysses voice: ''Dandy Boy Apples are NOT fruit. they are a mockery, a--"] [*immediately mutes ED-E*] dandy boy apples :)

fave season: it's all the same to him

fave flower: I think if given the space to really consider it, he'd like dandelions

fave scent: if the entire Mad Max franchise had a smell, that'd be it. Gabriel probably should have been a Mad Max character, honestly. he'd say so, at least

coffee, tea or hc: black coffee enjoyer

average hours of sleep: Gabriel doesn't sleep, he dreams /truedetective

dog or cat person: no

dream trip: anywhere off this blasted rock

favorite fictional character: *puts a pin in this one*

number of blankets they sleep with: also all of them. but it's because Ulysses has piled all of them on top of him

random fact: you wouldn't think so, but Gabriel got on like gangbusters with the kids from Little Lamplight. they fucking love him

[viciouslyfilthy]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

🐀 {Basics} 🐀

Name: Quotittak Slinkbane.

Alias: retired Rat Mother; former Broodmother; giant rat; she-vermin; rat mom; Quo; Quoti.

Gender: cis female

Age: 200-400+

Species: Skaven

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Talents/abilities: brute strenght (despite being a gentle giant, she is capable of things such as shattering rocks with a punch and lifting a whole chariot; she could easily snap a human's spine like a tree branch if she wanted to)

🐀 {Personal} 🐀

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: She believes in the Great Horned Rat but she is not 100% devoted to it nor understands much about the chaos deity; it's just sort of a thing she's always heard about so it just kind of engraved in her mind without questioning it.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: queekish; limited english.

Family: she likely has many Skaven descendants of her in the clans that get thrown in wars but she never really got to meet them ever since they were wee ratlings she nursed.

Friends: she doesn't have any for the time being, sadly.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high (depends on mood)  / average / low / very low / non-existent

🐀 {Physical} 🐀

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese (?)

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / dark brown

Eyes: brown / blue / dark green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: stretch marks on her lower belly (hidden by fur) & breasts; small scratches on her belly, back and tail from the ratlings being playful with her during her time as a Broodmother.

Facial Features: nothing much that stands out! She's just a giant rodent, her face is the average rat snout & short fur like most Skaven.

Tattoos: nope.

Supplemental: Quoti is disabled! As a result of the decades she spent in the same position making ratlings, her spine became twisted, malforming/misplacing some bones around her ribcage area; she requires a cane for support to properly walk and lean on. Unfortunately has to deal with chronic pain.

🐀 {Choose} 🐀

Dogs or Cats?

"Ohh... Quotittak never know-heard of smallthings before... want to care-love smallthings, yes-yes.."

Birds or Hamsters?

"So small-tiny! It is alive-live, yes? Ohhh! So-so small... like newborn ratling..."

Red or Blue?

She tilts her head, seemingly not understanding what is being asked of her.

Yellow or Green?

Same story. You might as well be speaking in riddles to her!

Black or White?

"Uhm..." she's getting uncomfortable, unsure if these words are supposed to mean something to her.

Coffee or Tea?

"...water, yes-yes?"

Ice Cream or Cake?

"Ohhh!! Sweet-things! Yum-yummy! Give-hand them to Quotittak, please-please?"

Fruits or Vegetables?

"More sweets! More-more!"

Sandwich or Soup?

"Yummy water..."

Magic or Melee?

"Quotittak not-not like fighting... but if must-need... to survive.... yes-yes.."

Sword or Bow?

"What-what that?" She sniffles the air.

Summer or Winter?

"Nice-warm... yes-yes! Quotittak sleep lots."

Spring or Autumn?

"Still giants shed! Like-like magic... warpstone cause-make this?"

The Past or The Future?

"Quotittak bad memory, yes... Quotittak look-see forward- always!"

[namelessmewmew]

Old Art Archive Part 2.

Original captions under the cut.

Mentally and physically [my back is not doing great at all] I am not doing well and wanted to try to draw something really simple today so here is a pikachu oc I just made, probs will change their design a bit later but I do like their colours very much at least

Sylveon + Swirlix [Regular and Shiny] fusion/hybrid oc. Yeah I’m going to make alot of sylveon fusions/hybrid in the next bit just because sylveon is really cool. Uh dont have anything else to say.

Not so great attempt at a top down perspective [i think that is what it is called] + another test to try to get used to the rough lineart tool agaiI'm not sure but I think I have seen designs very similar to this?, Curly hair + big sweaters for tired/always sleepy characters is just a common thing right? Idk, but except some more chronically tired characters from me soon. I dont know what else to put here.n. Do think it looks nice other than the perspective.

For once going to ramble on for a bit I have had Ultra for quite a while [Since I was like 5 I think? Alot of the ocs currently in my gallery are like at most a few years old]. I don't have any previous drawings of her anymore [and some of her designs where never actually draw]. Originally she was a Super Mario oc, a Paragoomba with Rainbow wings, then a Flutterbie [Original species, a bunny butterfly basically, this design was never actually drawn] and now a human. Its not visible here but she has bunny ears on the hood of the hoodie, also I swapped the butterfly on her outfit for a rabbit to make more sense with the hoodie but also, so that I go with a butterfly theme for her husband [he doesn't currently have a name, his old name was literally just darkness, so I don't know what to go with now, maybe Violet? As their story is called Ultra Violet] Although I haven't talked much about the general lore about my original stuff, I redesigned her wand specifically to make more lore sense. Now that I think of it, basically all my human characters have wands but I haven't designed any of them other than hers yet. Wands come in all shapes and sizes and styles in my lore, but I trying to make at least one consistent part, being one big jem and a few small ones. The title might need make being an attack [think magical girl attack].

Drew the cat, then decided to be experimental [for me at least]  with the shading and shadow. Came up with a story for it while drawing it, I wont share it here yet as I want to make sure it makes sense and that I write it correctly but what I will say now is that purple cat [they are currently unnamed, I need to think of something] has had a very bad day and now had just lost their umbrella during a rainstorm. [I actually find rainstorms to be the most relaxing type of weather and so does this purple cat [at least] usually but just not in this situation]. Really like how this came out despite how rough the whole thing is.

I think my previous post actually might me get alot of frustration out my system [I haven't being so well home life wise but I feel weirdly better after that drawing with the purple cat]. So here is a 100% better and happier looking drawing. Another new design/character, I really need more black cat characters. Everyone should have more black cat characters because black cats very cool.

Took a really old sketch lying around in my wip folder and decided to try to remember where I originally wanted  go with the design. They are based on a Super Mushroom and Invincibility star [as well as a tiny bit on Mario himself,when I get to designing an outfit for them, it will likely be at least slightly mario themed]. Yeahs thats it.

Just a little thing with Cass, because I think I should draw my already existing characters instead of new ones, or very now and then at least, lol. Also love just how round and soft he looks, just like an actual small kitty :]

Random Autumn themed pony?? I guess?? Will probably tweak their colours later. Its nearly spring here not autumn lol.

Don't really have anything to say, uh a experimental piece I guess? Not really a vent just a piece I have had in my mind for a while.

warm-up doodles I guess, might make that middle doodle into an actual piece later today or tomorrow.

Background maybe clashes a bit to much to the rest but eh I felt like drawing some mountains. A experimental piece when it comes to the pose and perspective but  I really like how this came out and also really like the hair detail I did : D

Wanted to make a red and pink bunny so here is a random design,  probably going to them some markings because their design is a bit plain now. Really like how their eyes look : D. Im a bit surprised I don't have many bunny characters because I think they are very neat, especially albino bunnies [which this character is based on].

Character was designed by https://artfight.net/~Caskix as an artfight attack. Changed her design a little bit but overall like her design alot still. [Also golly heck, I used to be able to draw furries decently but cant really anymore , so going try to figure out how to draw them better again.]

Redesign of an unsold adopt. Might make a neater drawing/some extra stuff and sell them later [will probably be ota] or might keep them, not sure right now.

Redesign of Peaches [Might change their name but not exactly sure].  Saturated their colours a bit more and changed their markings a bit and I like their design even more now.  Also like how this came out in general, have been feeling off about my lineart lately so might do some more lineless or sketchy stuff.

[ch4rryc0smos]

YOU WITH THE DARK CURLS / YOU WITH THE WATER COLOUR EYES ! — DEAR ARKANSAS DAUGHTER | LADY LAMB.

── .✦ ❝ H A Z E L E L E A N O R A - A D E L A I D E V E L L I C H O R . ❞

𓇼 — xxv | cancer | infj | british 🖇️

appearance ; pale skin, mole under the left corner of her bottom lip, emerald green eyes, sharp features, 5'11 [180 cm], athletic [or sleeper] build, barely noticeable scars on hands. scars over most of her body, most visible on back. dimples when she smiles hard. ombre [brown-blonde] hair.

beliefs ; time is finite but the soul isn't. life exists even when you do not anymore, you are infinite in the ways stars are reborn from the dying fumes of another, you are stardust. cosmic child, why do you fret?

⋆ ─ look for what brings you joy, exemplify it, you do not owe the world your bones, your blood, and yourself. ⋆ ─ live as if it's your first time. time does not wait.

personality ; realist, calm & collected, intuitive, cerebral, meticulous, diligent, compassionate, observant, vigilant.

positive traits ; caring, in tune with other's emotions. compassionate, [mostly] voice of reason, empathetic, kind, selfless.

negative traits ; anxious, bottles up her emotions, skeptic [has trust issues], struggles with boundaries.

quirks ; fidgets when she's nervous | voice gets a bit louder and faster when she's talking about her passions | likes to fidget overall | has a [slight] oral fixation.

likes ; flower crowns, writing, reading, coffee, cats, foxes, nature, people watching, deep conversations, psychology, biology, anthropology, autumn, planetariums, museums, kenji sato.

dislikes ; arthropods, heights, loud noises, narrow-mindedness, extreme temperatures, snobby people, arrogance, dishonesty, people who do not take accountability.

deepest secrets ; she actually just wants to make her parents proud, but she also despises them ─ but she doesn't, it's confusing. she wants to give her brother what she never got.

⋆ ─ she wants simple things, she wants a home where she isn't at a requirement to wake up at the crack of dawn, a home where there's silence when she wakes. she wants peace. ⋆ ─ she doesn't like the government, or authoritarian rule in general.

── .✦ ❝ B A C K S T O R Y . ❞

BORN in the heat of summer, hazel vellichor was meant to be the light in her parent's lives. meant to bring them success, and to become the joy they sought out when they decided to have her. but it seemed that, she would end up being everything but the light they wished for. throughout her mother's pregnancy, her father was absent, working in l.a, and he had asked for a son, a man to continue his legacy.

when she was born, aurelia, her mother, was sent into a frenzy, knowing well that hazel's father would not be happy. when he arrived, he was met with the face of his newborn daughter. he was enraged, blamed aurelia for bringing a burden onto the family.

the vellichor family moved to the u.s when hazel was just a month old, so her father could focus on his business, not having to worry about the family reputation back at the u.k.. hazel grew up to be a calm and collected child, mostly keeping to herself until she was five.

that's when it changed, kenji sato moved to l.a with his mother, emiko. and eleanora, hazel's grandmother welcomed the boy and his mother with open arms. which to the young girl, meant that they were safe. they were friends.

one thing leading to another, he became a constant in her life. she thought that for the first time since moving here, it wasn't as lonely, and as depressing. for two years, he was her rock, and she was his. they promised each other, one night under the blanket of stars, that they would never forget each other. that they'd stay at each other's side for as long as possible.

it wasn't long.

at seven, hazel was told that she'd be moving back to the u.k, to the vellichor family house. she didn't know they had one at all. and she wanted to question it, but knowing her parents, their volatility, she didn't test the waters. she complied to their wishes, packed, until the thought of leaving was unbearably loud in her head.

so she escaped to the one place that she knew would provide her with comfort, with solace. kenji's place. she told him about what was going to happen, she expected anger, not silence, not minutes that she could hear ticking, and not him hugging her and asking her to please not take her bracelet off.

when hazel moved back to the u.k, she considered those the most dreadful years of her life. she studied, tried mold herself into the perfect daughter for her parents, a prodigy, a trophy child, took every elective, tuitions, everything. she barely made friends, her only constant then was maple, her best friend. throughout middle and high school, she focused on her studies, on achieving the best. and then her mother got pregnant again, right before she'd be graduating high school.

she knew that her sibling would not be spared the torture that was the vellichor family. and she thought that they would be the undoing of the plan she'd so meticulously created, to be executed the day she turned eighteen.

she turned eighteen, moved out. despite her parent's curses and reprimanding. she left. but that didn't unchain her from their shackles, she went on to become a public speaker.

which brought them fame; all they've ever wanted.

── .✦ ❝ C U R R E N T . ❞

ONE of the greatest speakers the world has ever seen, a public figure, and an advocate. hazel vellichor goes on to fulfill her parent's wishes, unwillingly. but the public doesn't know that. they see her flourishing, they see her joy at being a voice of reason, at speaking up, and not falling victim to capitalism, and what it makes of humanity.

she thinks that nineteen might've been true freedom, and ever since then, it's only been getting better, even the travelling, all the calls don't feel bad. nothing could ever be as bad as living under her parent's roof, and seeing their faces every day, and hearing the words that jabbed into her ribcage, left bruises along the muscle of her lungs.

she's living the life she asked for, until she gets into contact with a hayao sato, someone who apparently knew eleanora hyde, her grandmother. it's been so long since anyone's mentioned her. hazel misses her. she ends up going to japan, for an event, and there, mr. sato helps her re-explore her love for science, something she learnt to sacrifice for the sake of commerce, for speaking, for the publicity her parents wanted her to achieve.

there, he mentions ultrawoman. the role hazel's grandmother once held. her mother should've been the next one in line, but aurelia didn't want the role under any circumstance. hazel promised her gran that if she ever became ultrawoman, she would do her justice.

she didn't think the time would have arrived so soon, that she would be required to accept the role bestowed upon her. but she wouldn't deny it. she would do what she was asked to. that's something that never changed with her, she thinks she was made to serve others, something about it felt right.

what she didn't think about was how hard it would be to find a balance between being a public figure, and being a literal superhero. or how much harder it would be when the person that's meant to help you has too big of an ego himself.

ultraman is clumsy, self-centered, and clearly has no idea what to be doing, but hazel has no idea that he's her childhood best friend that she had to leave behind.

at twenty-five, she is required to figure out a whole new part of her life, one that's always existed, and a part that she had to leave behind. she has to dust off the shelf she refused to visit previously.

and she has to uncover a new story, including him.

𓇼 — appears in reverie [complete], saudade [complete].

★ ; i love my girl, THANK YOU!! my ultraman: rising s/i, everyone. this post took so long, can't believe i'll have to make these for my other s/i's too... save me. i also had picrews, but i couldn't find a place to insert them. anyways, here's hazel!!! i have a playlist for her too!

ch4rryc0smos © 2024

[civicmuses]

anonymous asked:

So.... basic facts about Marsha's family? From a new follower who isn't terribly familiar with her

Hunson Abadeer

Demon lord

Ruler of the Nightosphere, a hell-like dimension

Raised Marsha, Sarah, and Rosaline

Struggles to really connect with his half-human kids

Narcissistic and short-tempered but loved his kids

Frequently took his anger out on his kids

Was overly protective of his kids

Often pushed his kids into the family business (ruling the Nightosphere)

Marsha and Sarah ran away; he dumped Rosaline onto Marsha and Sarah hundreds of years later

Marsha has been dodging his attempts to reconnect

Elise

Human woman

Probably the only one that Hunson really loved

Was in college when she met Hunson

Loved kids and wanted to be a mom

Was disowned by her parents when she got pregnant

Mother to Marceline, Sarah, and Marsha

Was unaware of Sarah's existence

Loved Marsha and Marceline very much

Became terminally ill while Marsha was a baby

Sent Marsha and Marceline away so they wouldn't have to see her die

Is alive again under mysterious circumstances

Family doesn't know she alive

Depending on the RPer, I'm open to portraying Elise as Simon Petrikov's sister.

Marceline

Marsha's oldest sister

Is 3 years older than Marsha

Grew up on Earth, mostly alone

Traveled with a man named Simon Petrikov for a time before he had to leave her for her safety

Was around Hunson for a time until he ate her fries

Hunted vampires for a time before she became one of the last vampires in existence

Met Sarah and Marsha hundreds of years later

Loves her sisters

Likes to tease and play jokes on her sisters

Has a pet poodle named Schwabl who Marsha adores

Had a brief falling out with Marsha and Sarah while she was dating Ash

Sarah

Marsha's second oldest sister

Is currently 3 years older but was originally just a year older

Sarah never made it to term; was brought to life by Hunson

Grew up in the Nightosphere

Was often made to look after Marsha when they were kids

Sarah and Marsha are very close as siblings

Ran away with Marsha after an extremely bad fight Marsha had with Hunson

Was saddled with taking care of Rosaline when Hunson dumped her on Sarah

Into gardening and raising butterflies

Has a pet owl named Azrael that Marsha took in as a fledging

Rosaline

Marsha's younger sister

Looks to be 8 years younger and is 600 years younger

A product of a demonic ritual that had Hunson being initimate with a cult member

Was spoiled absolutely rotten by Hunson

Began acting out in order to get attention from Hunson

Was dumped on Marsha and Sarah when Hunson didn't want to deal with her anymore

Her older sisters all love her

Marsha practically scooped Rosa under her protective wing

Rosa does still get on Marsha's nerved from time to time

Isn't really fond of Marsha's romantic interests because she feels they're taking Marsha away from her

Likes Marsha's animals but often doesn't go about the right way to interact with them

Marsha's dogs often chew on Rosa's toys; isn't helped when she uses said toys to tease Marsha's dogs

Marsha's animals (since pets are family too lol)

Has 9 dogs (Autumn, Apple, Butch, Brutus, Mr. Black, Hazelnut, Leigh, Ross, Victor & Charlie), 5 birds (Apollo, Chickie, Pipsqueak, Roth and Poe), a shape-shifting familiar named Blackberry, a python named Cornelius, 2 goldfish (Dory and Nemo), 6 rabbits (Fluffy, Baxter, Bun, Cinnabun, Fiver and March), 2 rats (Gus and Doug), 3 ferrets (Jammy, Swifty and Skitters), 4 mice (Basil, Minnie, Ms. Nibbler and Mr. Squeakers XV), a hedgehog named Needlemouse, a cat named Neil and a Nightospherian Iguana name Rex

Mr. Black, Ross, Hazelnut, Butch, Brutus, Victor & Charlie and Leigh are Nighthounds; demon dogs that come from the Nightosphere

Fluffy, Bun, Jammy, and Rex are all animals that come from the Nightosphere

Fluffy was her childhood pet; Mr. Black and Ross were nighthounds Marsha knew as a child and young teen respectively

Love her animals like they were her children; especially her dogs

Autumn is a light in Marsha's life and her pride and joy

Most of her dogs are toy killers (except for Leigh); mostly stuffed animals and dolls

Mr. Cottontail, Marsha's plushy collection and Rosa's toys are frequent victims; especially to Autumn

Marsha's animals are frequently teased and unintentionally antagonized by Rosaline

anons about my muse's family | open & accepting

[gccdstories]

//MEGAN LOOK!! WE HAVE THE WHOLE "always on the road thing" now from SPN!! And Also what Xaden and Catriona are doing in CC//

Catriona watched Wendlyn burn, she almost couldn't find the interest to care. She looked to Xaden, their children. She turned away from it. 

She'd hoped Drakon wouldn't make good on his threat, but right now - that didn't really matter did it?

------

Aleksander titled his head, dark eyes focusing on his brother. 

"What the fuck do you mean hide?"

Xaden exhaled, closing his eyes to breathe and not focus on his brother's glittering eyes.

"Alaric wouldn't hide, he -"

"Enough Aleksander. We need time, we need allies. We cannot die here."

Their parents would be so disappointed. Had their mother woken yet? The last he heard their father had followed her to sleep. 

He'd matched her breaths, curling up as a cat on her bed. They'd been incased in crystal, protected deep in Winter. 

He hoped with his blood thirtsty Kallias turned out to be he didn't murder them. He hoped Anastasiya or whoever ruled Autumn now had taken them to safety. 

"So what's the plan? Just let them win?!"

Dean snarled stepping toward the table. Xaden shook his head, he focused on the map before them.

"We regroup, we survive, we do what we can to gain a foothold here. Perhaps we take up Shahar's mantle too."

None of them cared for the fae or mortals under Eosphorous hand. No, no this was personal and it would end in fire and blood. 

"Alright. Well what are we calling ourselves since Wendlyn doesn't exist any longer."

Dean crossed his arms, he didn't look convinced. He'd been furious they hadn't been able to grab Orion and Shahar from the dungeons. Hypaxia had taken the fall as best as she could. 

Becoming the scape goat they needed. Xaden wondered not for the first time what the rest of his brothers would think of his actions. 

What his father would have. 

He'd have some plan, he'd know someone or had some secret that would have mitigated all that damage. But Xaden had refused to wake him, Catriona had been right all those years ago. 

They desvered their peace.

Xaden looked to Catriona, this had been her idea. She slid a finger down the road that would become known as the Spine. 

She looked up, her eyes glittered with rage. 

"Ophion. We are the snake that will never die, that will mutate. They'll never cut our head off."

Exhaustion weighed on them, on all of them, really. Xaden knew it. Just looking around the table, the few lights that they had flickering like they wanted to go out every moment, Xaden saw his own exhaustion reflected in everyone's eyes. Their postures. Aleksander might be holding to his anger, yes, but Xaden knew his brother well.

Even in that anger, the way Aleksander's shoulders slumped just enough, told Xaden how tired the other male was.

He looked at Catriona as she spoke, as her finger slid over the map's lines. Her own voice was quiet, but it wasn't exhaustion that tinted such a thing so much.

No. Xaden could recognize the rage that boiled within her.

He felt it too.

❝ Ophion. Works for me. ❞ Xaden looked at the others, each of them giving a nod or a shrug in agreement.

❝ We'll win this, Sasha, ❞ he said, laying a hand on his brother's shoulder as the words were whispered. ❝ We will. But you know as well as I that we cannot do it alone. Not against them-- ❞

So we'll wait. And we'll plan. And we'll fight to the end... because we have to.

He wouldn't accept any other option.

@siderealxmelody

[spectatingwitchowl]

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꒰⁠ A Glimpse into Fragments ꒱

Just as the rest of the year was shrouded in rainfall, summer was no exception to the same old weather. It was as if clouds never even moved an inch, forever stuck in a loop of nothing but precipitation. The sun did not exist. The skies were never blue. It was all just rain, rain, and more rain.

Summer, in particular, is an interesting story. Meteorologists had reported severe thunderstorms and hurricanes during the season much more frequently compared to any other time of year. A morning news program was not complete without weather advisories, updates about yet another cyclone to hit land before autumn officially arrives, and which areas will be affected most.

“Not again...” Satsuu murmurs in the middle of the broadcast with a tone of sarcasm, not taking the news too seriously.

“Hah! I mean, we had bad weather for an entire year— and still counting! It's all the same thing! Wouldn't that one be too bad?” Lemon takes a sip of warm tea on his mug.

“Yes, but...” Satsuu pauses. Not that they should ignore the warnings, but he does make a point— but he kind of doesn't as well that it is not exactly right. “We should still make preparations, you know?”

“Of course! I wouldn't forget that! It was perfect timing, indeed, because I went out and bought stacks of food the day before yesterday! And good ones that would last long as I recall! Remember that project I told you about? I scrapped it, but kept the batteries and did not open them yet— which means we can still use them!”

“Great! I thought you were eager to be sent away by stronger winds next week.”

Lemon may be slightly reckless with his foolery and whatnot, still, he'll never fail to do something beneficial for everyone even if that act was as simple as opening the door for a customer during times when he was having a light conversation with Muffin and Cupcake in Willow Grove's. It was that characteristic that Satsuu have noted in him. A trait that never changed and left him ever since they were a bunch of children throwing tantrums, nonsensical arguments, and heaps of crying for the slightest reasons here and there. ‘How much has things changed, yet that thing again...’ Satsuu thought, just as she does everytime Lemon was around. She may not have been the best person around him during what she referred to as ‘those old days’, but they have certainly managed to outweigh them to the point where she was no longer perceived as a sort of threat to him.

“By the way, I found out that that movie you kept talking about since last week were to be airing after this. What'd you say about it? Shall we watch? And maybe prepare the popcorn or something?”

“Absolutely!” Satsuu immediately replies, each syllable individually blurted with enthusiasm. “I'll be right back; I'll be cooking them right now.”

And just like that, they settled on the floor like two lazy cats in a regular rainy morning and at that point did time walk backwards, each step reverberating the past to the present's ears. Not only each sound, not only the sound of one's bright and youthful voice before they were ridden by growth, but even the slightest of details, the sunlight's warmth above layers of gloomy heaps of clouds gently reaching toward their skin as Lemon excessively rambles about the very same show they are watching, how the hopeful glimmer in the eyes of those whom were once oblivious children were contagious, how they lack a care in the world whether the song they're singing is out of tune, or how unsynchronized their dances get— when ignorance was bliss.

Unfortunately, all is buried in rust, rubble, and rot. One cannot create the exact environment of a familiar, homesickening smell they had in mind with just their bare hands, or glue together a vase shattered into powder in such intricate way that its original conditions have been perfectly restored, and neither does fixing and reliving what time had written. One can only laugh at it, look at it like a vintage frame, or worse, forget it altogether. But no doubt does everyone grow around them subconciously and despite the impact of time on the nature of life, create subtle yet recognizable fragments embedded in a person's continuous melting pot of traits, like how sand is present in something as pristine as glass.

Again, Satsuu can only laugh. This time though, she was certainly not laughing alone.

~~~~~~~~~~

This took longer than expected, but here we are nonetheless. There are a bit to unpack here, definitely. Let me give a summary of their backstory in order for this to make sense. I was supposed to write about their backstory in two separate posts explaning their own points of view towars their past interactions.

Satsuu used to bully Lemon during the first and second grade and he saw her as a threat even when she no longer torments him. Enter high school, and Lemon was still a target. Satsuu, who felt guilt for seeing the entire thing repeat, and despite not talking to him yet, gathered evidences and spoke to the councellor. Her, Lemon, and his bullies talked in the office which led to the bullies suspended and a baffled Lemon. A week after that, Satsuu requested him for a talk wherein she apologised and from there, they had conversations and gradually felt comfortable with each other before settling in with their current friends during the fresh years of college.

On a separate note, this is probably the story most parallel to my experiences and it honestly felt awesome using nostalgia as a medium for this as I was able to describe the feelings of both the character and I in deeper detail.

[jaijaitbinks]

A Long Collection of inessential Genos, Saitama, and GenoSai headcanons that gradually get more chaotic

Individual Headcanons:

Saitama has no connection with his parents whatsoever. He practically raised himself. And, as a result, he hasn't had much of a childhood, and he isn't as knowledgeable as he should be about certain subjects due to lack of role models to teach him (projection go brr)

Genos initially learned how to cook si he could provide for Kuseno whenever he stopped by, because he secretly always felt bad for being a "burden" and for distancing himself from the man for the first 1 1/2 years since becoming a cyborg. He and Kuseno spoke about his feelings, however, and now he just learns cuz he gets bored on his hunt for the Mad Cyborg sometimes.

Saitama used to have trichotillomania, and it was what he first thought caused his hair loss. Additionally, after about a month of having godly strength, he knows the exact reason why he lost his hair (and no, it was not his strength. Kinda.)

Genos simultaneously loves autumn and hates it. Loves it cuz pretty, hates it cuz overactive (and edgy teen) brain is reminded of dying almost every time the season comes.

Saitama has ADHD-PI (ADHD predominantly inattentive). He is also autistic, with auditory and vestibular stims.

Genos has ADHD-HI (ADHD hyperactive-impulsive). Like Saitama, he has autism as well, but he has visual stims (he likes to zoom in and out on stuff with his robo eyes)

Saitama sees himself as a person heavily leaning towards Masc., and he's only ever known to be a man, but if someone somehow thought/referred to him as a different gender, he wouldn't care. (To this day, he justifies it as him not caring enough about a small mistake like that)

Genos also does not give a fuck if you thought of/referred to him as a different gender. He's too concerned about the Mad Cyborg to care whenever it happens.

Saitama has two exes. A shitty one and a chill one. He doesn't talk to either of them, but he did see them on the same day sometime after Genos moved in.

Genos has a massive soft spot for symbolism, major and small things alike. Aka: give him symbolic flowers and he probably won't throw them away immediately.

Saitama bites his nails when he's anxious. His palms are very calloused, too, compared to the rest of his skin.

Genos likes ducks—specifically Plumed Whistling ducks. He just thinks the feathers are neat.

Saitama loves lykois ("werewolf cats"). He spent 4 years begging his mom to get him one when he found out they existed. It didn't work.

Genos specifically asked Kuseno to make his latest arm set black because Saitama had told him once that black suited him.

Saitama used to be a D&D (or OPM universe equivalent) nerd when he was a young teen. He dropped it cuz of high school bullies (teachers included)

Genos sense of humor is just anything bizarre and loud.

Saitama takes long showers because he likes being enveloped in hot water. (Aka: he's touch starved to the 3rd degree)

Genos considered having Kuseno change his hair brown when he was 15.

Saitama despises beaches. Apart from the views, he hates everything about them and will actually go on a passionate rant about them.

Genos knows how to drive. Saitama doesn't.

Saitama used to work as an actor for a haunted house when he was 17.

Genos went through a grunge phase when he was 15.

Saitama knows how to steal without being caught, but he never uses that knowledge.

Genos eats straight sugar sometimes.

Saitama used to collect rocks, sticks, and marbles. He still has a few of those, sitting in a duffel bag he has in his closet.

Genos once got a shitty sticker stuck on his arm and couldn't get rid of it for a full week.

Saitama, prior to meeting Genos, used to go dumpster diving for paint cans so he could put graffiti on abandoned buildings.

Genos picked a fight with a squirrel once in his late teen years for "disrespecting Dr. Kuseno's property"

Saitama once put a hole in the wall from headbanging to music (punk rock, specifically). He put a ban on himself to never listen to it in the house again.

Genos spent an entire day chasing down a dog that took off with his (broken off) arm.

Saitama got stuck in a strip club overnight twice. Both times he was drunk and woke up under the stages. He snuck out when the clubs opened up again.

Genos burned half of Kuseno's hair when he was first learning how to use his fire attacks. He felt bad and burned his own to make it even.

Saitama snuck into his school during the night just to get back his favorite pencil that he left in his locker. He somehow didn't get caught.

Genos, before he learned proper combat, he used to have a "grab whatever's close and throw it" type of style of fighting. More often than not, it was usually chairs and tables he threw.

[steviesmarigold]

Stevebucky Fic Recs: Werewolf AUs

The Trials and Tribulations of the Watermelon Werewolf: 147k words

It’s not easy being a werewolf, but Steve Rogers knows he’s lucky. Lehigh's doing well under his care, the humans and werewolves thriving. He doesn't have a mate, but a bonding like that is rare, and with all the members of his Pack already mated, he knows it’s not going to happen for him.

Until the day it does, the realization literally knocking him on his ass.

That’s fine; he can deal. He’s an alpha after all, and while there are rules to courting when one’s mate is human, he knows he can prove his worth. Except no one told him how hard it would be. And Steve is really bad at this. Really, REALLY bad.

After a couple of rough years, Bucky Barnes is back on his feet and ready to start a new phase of his life. He’s been given a second chance and while Lehigh might not be as big as NYC, he loves his apartment, chonk of a cat, new job and crazy neighbors.

Except things have started to get weird. Maybe it’s because of all the werewolves in town, although he’s never had a problem before. Yet he can’t help but notice things have changed, with people staring at him wherever he goes, asking him strange questions, and stealing his lunch.

And it all started when a watermelon was left on his doorstep.

My Big Fat Wolf Wedding: 12k words

“MARRIED?”

“Basically married. Permanently engaged anyway. Weres have their own deal.” Natasha sounds much, much too gleeful about Steve’s rapidly expanding personal hell. “So you better wake your blushing bride and tell him the happy news: that it was an accident and you had no idea what you were doing.”

“I,” Steve says, strangled. “I can’t do that!”

“You can’t?”

“He thought I was proposing! And he accepted!”

“Wow, maybe he’s just as dumb as you are,” Natasha says thoughtfully.

“I can’t just promise him a ring, take him home, drink from him three times in a row and then wake him up the next morning to say oops, just kidding!” Steve casts around, looking at his wreck of an apartment. “I don’t even have any good champagne!”

I’m a Sucker for a Wild Boy: 9.8k words

Steve is a vampire who’s never met a werewolf in his life before. Bucky is a werewolf who doesn’t even know vampires exist. Naturally, neck biting means two very different things to them.

In which Steve goes for a midnight snack and accidentally gets himself werewolf married.

Completely Ordinary: 12k words

Werewolf Bucky Barnes has been running for years. Ever since Hydra started hunting him, he's been moving from place to place, never calling anywhere home for too long. When he meets Steve Rogers, the owner of Black Magic Coffee in his new temporary hometown of Ordinary, Texas, Bucky finds himself wishing he could actually put down roots.

And the Autumn Moon is Bright: 9.7k words

It takes Steve a couple of weeks to discover all the changes the serum has made in him...until the night before the next full moon, to be precise. Now he just wants to know if he can be fixed, and why his shiny new instincts have taken a turn for the incredibly embarrassing where Bucky's concerned.

the Witch and the Wolf: 151k words

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Bucky.

This boy was like others you might know. He liked to fight wolves, pretend he was a knight, and wage magnificent wars against the most villainous of villains. He played knights and vanquished all the villains he and his friends could imagine. But then he grew up, and the villains vanquished him.

And there was another boy; Steve. He was not much like other boys you’d know, or maybe he is, depending on the sort of boys you know. Wars were not his ideal session of make-believe. He liked to befriend wolves rather than fight them. He was a boy, but he grew up long before he should have.

Adventures always start with kids like that. Bucky was the boy who took too long to start the process of growing up and then grew up all in one night. Steve was the boy who grew up much too quickly to have been a boy in the first place. This story might sound like it’s about just one of these boys, but that’s not really true. It’s not really about either of them, because to say that it’s about one of them would be disingenuous. Candidly, this story is about what they grew up to be.

The wolf and the witch that befriended him.

Tales of a Teenaged Werewolf: 1.5k words

Would it have been so difficult, Steve wondered, to send out a few pamphlets - "So You're a Werewolf!" or maybe, "Becoming a Slavering Beast for Dummies" - to help the unsuspecting human you'd bitten on the last full moon? At least then he might know why he kept ending up in the Barneses' yard.

dust to dust (don’t cry for us): 1.8k words

Wolves are smaller now than they used to be.

A World That Makes Such Wonderful Things: 8.5k words

“About that… This whole… gift thing? It’s you, uh, trying to date me? Right? That’s what that is?” Bucky asks and Steve can’t help it, the clench of his chest like maybe this is where Bucky politely declines, explains that he didn’t understand how this all works and he’d really rather not with Steve.

“Courtship,” Steve confirms, nodding stubbornly instead of giving into the clenching in his chest and the swimming in his head.

“Right. Okayyyy. Right,” Bucky says, and then he pauses for a moment, chewing on his lip in a way that’s definitely distracting but not quite distracting enough to erase the sudden feeling like a whole host of guppies has taken residence in Steve’s stomach. “On land we do that by going out on dates, y’know? You can pick me up at seven.”

“Wait- what?”

“I said pick me up at seven. I live above the shop, it shouldn’t exactly be hard to find.”

In which Steve is a mermaid, Bucky's a werewolf, and as always, they fall for each other.

The Winter Wolf: 95k words

No one thought the Great Depression would be an easy time, but none knew it better than Steven Grant Rogers.

When his mother married a farmer from out of town with a mean streak a mile wide in early 1938, twenty-year-old Steve honestly thought his life couldn't get any worse. Steve was sickly and unable to hold down any kind of job; a burden on the struggling family. When it all became too much, his stepfather talked Sarah Rogers into the unthinkable—abandon the young man where no one but the wolves would find him.

The Winter Wolf: 9.7k words

Though Steve had been through the deep dark woods to visit the Scarlet Witch many times, this time he encountered a big bad wolf. A cold wind swept up, and a chill ran down Steve’s back.

Perhaps if our hero were slightly less of an idiot, he would have noted said chill and run away. But that would make our story quite short. There is a reason people smart enough to run away from danger are not the subject of grand stories. (Coincidentally, they do often live longer lives.) Steve, shouldering the burden of narrative conflict, chose not to run away, but instead set his basket of magic apples down and raised his fists.

Or: A fairy tale about a young apple-picker and the mysterious wolf that protects his magic apple tree.

A Wolf and A Star: 10k words

In which Steve Rogers refused to sign the Sokovia Accords and opted for a quiet retirement in his cabin deep in the Pennsylvania wilderness. Despite there being a town nearby, Steve has slunk into his self-imposed isolation, ready to live out his days alone.

But when a wolf appears in his woods, he begins to understand that there are some memories he can't run away from and maybe he's too tired to keep going.

more than a weekend lover: 23k words

Suddenly, the wolf snapped his eyes open and steadily readied them on Bucky, who inhaled sharply when bright blue eyes captured his.

He was dead. He was so dead.

happily ever after has bite marks in it: 29k words

Bucky Barnes is just fine.

He lives by himself in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, hasn’t killed anyone for the better part of a year, remembers nearly all of his life except the parts he spent in a glorified freezer, and has nightmares only three nights out of five. It’s as good as it gets.

And then he meets a mutant wolf with his dead best friend’s eyes.

In which Bucky is aggressively okay with his self-imposed exile from society, and Steve is a werewolf who’s nothing like the Brooklyn boy Bucky still dreams of.

When Devotion Has Teeth: 15k words

Bucky’s sense of self as a wolf begins and ends with the smell of Steve’s blood. | Steve’s sense of self as a vampire begins and ends with the sound of Bucky’s heartbeat.

(Steve has been turned into a vampire and somehow even that is easier to deal with than being separated from Bucky for 70 years.)

I Wished On The Moon For You: 14k words

“Holy shit,” Sam says, and then delighted, “Holy shit. You look like my nana’s dog. This is incredible.”

“Yeah, funny that, when they gave him the serum it only really worked on the human bits.” Bucky, whose reaction to Sam thus far has been standoffish at best, and like a wolf whose territory has been invaded at worst, sounds amused, the asshole.

Steve growls a little.

Or rather: A story in which Steve Rogers is the littlest werewolf who could and Bucky Barnes comes in from the cold and makes him his home.

Four Sea Interludes: 9.9k words

Bucky has recently been bitten by a werewolf. He tries to hide it, but the villagers know. They come after him one night and he runs—the need for survival outweighing everything. He finds himself at a crumbling lighthouse but there is something ghostly about it—something magical.

Steve is a merman. The rest of his kind have been completely annihilated by the humans during the Supernatural Wars. He’s been swimming the ocean alone, going slowly crazy, until he’s drawn to a ghostly light just off the shore. He makes his home there, close to the beach, close to the lighthouse, surfacing each night, and hating humanity.

What will happen when they meet?

AKA

Werewolf!Bucky meets Mermaid!Steve and magic happens ;)

take a bite: 7.8k words

"I’d never let anyone freeze to death.” Steve gives a big sigh and flutters his lashes. “All that blood gone to waste.”

Bucky’s lips turn down and his nose scrunches up a little. “I want to be grossed out, but…”

“But you get it.” Steve gives him a pointed look. “Vampires aren’t the only ones who can appreciate how juicy blood is.”

*

Or: Vampire Steve saves newly-turned werewolf Bucky from a snowstorm.

To Rend With Claw and Fang: 28k words

Good morning, I'm Lisa Anneli with Channel 7 ABC News. In the wake of the devastating terrorist attack in DC two days ago, new data has surfaced from the massive SHIELD info dump that has sent the country scrambling for answers. HYDRA- known for decades as the Nazi science division that Captain America himself fought during World War II- is alive and well, and had been operating within the bowels of SHIELD for years unseen. Not only that, but it seems that HYDRA had many ties to the occult and the supernatural, using rituals and magic to create monsters such as vampires to further their cause. And the most surprising fact we've learned so far? The SSR, the origination of SHIELD itself, created a supernatural monster of their own to fight against HYDRA's experiments- a werewolf, named Steve Rogers. More tonight at 7 pm.

Once in a Blue Moon: 5.1k words

The worst part about being a werewolf in Brooklyn, reflected Bucky Barnes, wasn't making sure your pack registration was up-to-date or trying to find a landlord that wouldn't gouge you on the security deposit just because you turned into a wolf once a month. No, it was waking up the morning after a full moon, with your bones and tendons aching from the shift, and not knowing if your dumbass wolf self had sliced your palm open on a sharp rock in Prospect Park or a rusty nail in a building site.

Bucky Barnes is a werewolf in need of stitches. Steve Rogers is a nurse working the tail end of a night shift in a Brooklyn E.R..

Some things are inevitable.

My Stevebucky Fic Rec Collection

[shadowknight465]

The Wrath of Life

Light. Light of all colours in rainbow except for purple.  Surrounded by a golden aura. It was beautiful yet he is afraid.  When he tried to touch it. It burned him. Causing him screech a unholy sound with repeated phrases like. "Sinful creature and True spawn of hell."

There was a knock at the door.

Do these people have a life outside of bullying me?

He thought as he opened the door.  Except that the person was not who he is expecting, in fact he doesn't think he has ever seen him before. Before he could the stranger's name. He barge in straight to the guest room. "What a lovely house you two have, Nightmare." He said putting down his things . "Do you mind if you can run hot bath for me?" He asked.

"Um. First of all I don't even know you.  Second you can't just go to people's houses and expect them to treat you like royalty. " He said crossing his arms. The stranger look at him. "I thought Dream already told you about me." Nightmare thought of what Dream said before he left. "Neil?"

"That's me."

"Hold on if you are really Neil then give me proof."

Neil removed his cloak. Revealing that the cat has lost an arm. Nightmare felt guilty.  " Don't put on a sad face little boy.  You are just being protective of your home, and that I applaud you." Neil woke Nightmare with his thoughts. Neil then smile. " I guess I forgot that Dream told me you're not very trustful with strangers." Neil scratch his head "Speaking of which ,  Do you happen to know a person name Hubert Cumberdale or better known as Salad Fingers?" Nightmare gulped.  It's been awhile since he seen Hurbert his first and possibly only friend.  Last time he ever saw him was the time he had to take Hubert to the asylum. "Yes. I've know him." He answered. 

"Hubert wanted me tell you thank you." Neil responded.

"For what?" Nightmare asked.  He doesn't remember giving Hubert any kindness in fact he thinks what he did was horrible. "Because of your actions Huber is now married with a beautiful wife they had a lovely child." Neil responded.  Nightmare sigh in relief. " So I was worry  for nothing?"

"Yup. Now can you please run me a hot bath?" Neil responded. Nightmare decided this time he would run him as hot bath.

~~~~~

Dinner was not like what he was expecting.  Instead of him cooking it was Neil. But at least it was good. Baked beans with roasted ham. With a cup of wine. He felt comfortable knowing the person living with him for a while is friendly. "Hey Night, what time is it.?" Neil asked. Nightmare looked outside. "Well it is dark." He said. "Well time for me to hit the sack." Neil got up and went to his bedroom. 

Maybe I should go to sleep as well.

Nightmare thought. He took of his shirt. Brush his teeth with a dry corn cob. And went the his bed.  Falling asleep as soon his head hit the pillow. However instead of his normal nightmares this one felt wrong. He was wearing the same clothes Moon was except it was mostly black and sliver. He has markings all of him and he was behind a female paladin. Her skin was kissed by the sun itself. Her short hair looks like fire and her eyes were a red and yellow gradient.

"Sun. Is something wrong?" He spoke, but it wasn't his voice.  The paladin said nothing. "Sun?" The paladin turn with a flaming sword in her hand. "What are you doing?" He said backing away slowly, but the girl's eyes turned snake-like. And she jumped to him. Stabbing him with her blade. He quickly got the blade off of him screaming.  "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" The girl didn't answer.  Instead she showed her snake-like fangs smiling. He knew this was a fight so he summoned his unprepared scythe. The girl called for help claiming Moon was a traitor again and all the women that came looks familiar.  "But Sun. Didn't Moon said-" One of girls tried the reason. "She lied to us again." She cut her off. Nightmare felt betrayal, but he doesn't understand why. None of the girls responded and attacked him. One tore his mask and shot him in his missing eye with a arrow.  A mix of magic and weapons overpowered him. He knows he can kill everyone if he takes his gloves, but he made a vow to never used his bare hands. So he decided to do the next self defense.  By placing a cursed on them. One where they are trapped in limbo. He place his scythe on the ground and chant in latin. However the paladin attacked him in the back. He felt his life draining from him as he hears a man scream. "Mi Nina." He shut his eyes for the final time with the feeling of wrath and sorrow.

Nightmare woke up in a cold sweat. As he looked around he saw that the scythe Moon gave him was with breaking. Eventually turning a bit bigger with a moth at the bottom. 

What just happened?

He thought. Maybe another vision? He eventually fell back to sleep. He'll think about it in the morning.

~~~~

The autumn harvest festival has arrived and Nightmare put on his more regal garment. Neil was getting a few beers and the townsfolk had forgot he existed.  He was thinking about looking into the lore of the festival until a mysterious stanger showed up wearing strange garments.  She was pretty however.  Skin that was kiss by the sun, flaming hair that's been put up by a high ponytail.  A gold-red mask covering half her face, but not fully her scar. 

The priest was the first to got up to her. "Hello madam." He said.

"Olá" She responded.  "Huh?"

"I said hello in my native tongue." She answered.

"Oh. Anyways  What a pretty thing like you brings in our beautiful village?" He said.

Here he goes again trying to groom someone.

Nightmare thought as he rolled his eyes.  He look at her again and felt off. Like he met her before.

It wasn't long till she spotted him. She walks towards him.  Later squinting her eye. "M-Moonie?" She asked almost crying. Nightmare felt awkward.  "No, I'm Nightmare." He said. She blinked. "Oh my mistake, you just reminded me of an old friend of mine." She said as she walk away whispering "Eu sinto Muito.". 

Why do I feel unsafe around her?

Nightmare asked himself.

"You best keep an eye on her." Nightmare heard a familiar voice.  He turned and saw Nox in disguise.

"What are you doing here?" Nightmare asked. "Errands." Nox reply.

"Hey, Nox can I have a word with you?" Nightmare asked. Nox set the large sack he was carrying down. "What is it?"

"That's scythe Moon gave me.  Is it perhaps any chance curse?"

"What makes you say that?" Nox reply. "Last night I had a dream where I was murdered.  But it wasn't me at all." Nightmare answer. "Maybe the scythe didn't like you." Nox said. Nightmare could feel the jealous aura coming from Nox.

What's make that scythe so important to him?

He thought. "I think there's something that you're not telling me.  In fact ever since we first met I could sense you have some grudge against me and I don't know why." Nightmare said. Nox glared at him than he towered over him getting ready to punch him. Yet he didn't.  Instead he just sighed. "Moon's soul stuck in it. And I don't want anything bad happen to him." Nightmare had seen this behavior before.  In both real life and in his books mostly his romantic novels. "Are you telling me that you're..." Nightmare begin. "No. Not like that." Nox begins to plea. "In love with him?.." Nightmare finished.  He's no love expert, but  He can tell Nox is in love with Moon. Nox blushed a purple hue before covering his face. "Look me and Moon first met we had a rocky beginning.  I was task with killing death by W.D Gaster. I would have succeeded if that man didn't spot me. When we met again  It turns out that both of us aren't so different after all and.." Nox stops himself and put his arm around his chest. "He was the only person I could talk to about these feelings of hate on being born with a uncomfortable body." Even though Nightmare can't understand he felt bad for Nox. "So what do you think about that dream I had? Does it mean something?" Nightmare asked trying to change the subject.  "I don't know myself. And I read all of Moon's books and scrolls." Nox answered. Nightmare watch Nox pack up. "Where are you going?" Nightmare asked. "Home. Hecate freaks out being alone at midnight." Nox replied. Nightmare took a breath.  Then music became louder and more vibrant, with the lights and fire becoming brighter and more warm. He turn and saw the stranger dancing with the strong man. Something doesn't seem right. Usually the strong man would refuse to dance for anyone, but the little girl he was targeting.  And he could've swore he saw scales of a snake on the stranger. The stranger later took the man to a small alley.  Nightmare thought that the man is just showing her around town. So he didn't pay much attention. He decided to try out the bobbing for apples he saw a couple of people did.  He should known better than to trust everyone when they pushed his head into the water. Luckily the little ones are making smores next to its fire they made themselves so maybe he can rest there.  As he headed to the campfire the little boy with the abusive mother grabbed him. "Nightmare, I don't feel comfortable with that girl."

"What girl?" Nightmare asked.

"The girl dancing with my mom." The boy pointed out. Nightmare took a look and saw that the stranger with the boy's mother.

Wasn't she with the strong man?

He thought. He turned to boy. "I'll keep a close eye on them while you have fun with your friends. Alright?" The boy nodded. Nightmare walks towards the dancers, but made sure that both of them can't spot him. He watch as the stranger convinced the abusive mother to go to the alley. Once there the stranger carefully removed the other woman's clothes. Nightmare thought they were going to court with each other so he turned away embarrassed. Even if he wasn't there the two women would eventually be found, and be hanged for committing homosexuality witchcraft. He left to tell the boy he might be getting two moms if they can convince the court. To his surprise the boy didn't pay no mind to it. In fact the boy just ask if it's okay with God. He doesn't know how reply due to him not being religious.  So they change the topic. Eventually Nightmare forgot about the stranger. Later he got tried and decided he had enough partying for tonight. As he went back home he heard a scream next to him. He turn to where the scream was and saw the unimaginable.

Everyone that danced with the stanger died in pools of blood and a demon snake mantis fire thing licking some from her hands. Nightmare backed away slowly until a woman scream caught the creature's attention. She smile and dash past Nightmare and grabbed the woman and begins to feast on her. By making her paralyze with the vemon in her fangs. Then she gutted her with her teeth. Later riping her limb from limb until she was nothing more than a pool of blood. Worst of all everyone saw it. While Nightmare ran.

Is that a Solarite?

He thought, but someone grabbed him and push him towards her. The Solerite took notice and held him down. Nightmare closed his eyes and hope that the death will be quick, except it never came. Instead she froze in place and is beginning to cry blood. Then stopped. "Você conhece o Nim?" She said.

"W-What?" Nightmare asked. "I said. Do you know Nim? You know that apple tree dryad?" She said.

"Yes. She's my mother." He said. She glared, but not at him. "Essa vadia...I know she would do this. But never to her own son."  She muttered.  "Nightmare, did you summoned this..thing?" A man yelled. "No. I barely even kno-" He was cut off. "As if you weren't evil enough you destroyed a sacred ceremony. " Nightmare look down.

Are they that stupid?

He thought. "Wait, I cause the massacre.  Not him. And how is he a part of it?" The solerite asked. "Didn't he summoned you?" Someone else asked. "No. I came by going on a boat by myself. " She answered.  "Well he bleeds black blood." A woman said. "I have a close friend who bleeds black blood and he would never harm someone unless he has too or is provoked." She replied. The solarite stood up and allowed Nightmare to stand up. Then she put her hand on his shoulder.  Surprisingly it didn't burn him. "Are you a scapegoat?" She asked. Nightmare took a deep breath.  "Yes." She turns to village.  "Raise your hand if you still think he cause the massacre?" Not surprisingly almost all of village raise their hands. "Good thing my pets love barbecues." She whispered. "Now come to me if you think he is innocent." All the children and some of villagers came forward despite their loved ones pleas and threats. She came up to them and pat them all on their heads. Later did the same to Nightmare. "Who are you?" Someone said. The solarite smile. "I am the wrath of life." She said as she turns into a snake and begins slithering away. Many tried catch her, but she was too fast. And those that did hands were burnt to a crisp. Nightmare took the opportunity to run. He went home grabbed Moon's scythe and spent the night at the in-hill. Planning to talk to Moon about her and about that dream.

[adanceineorzea]

Character Summary: Tam Lethe

Alias/Nicknames: Tam Lethe (alias / city name), Nema (what their daughters call them)

Gender: Non-binary

Age: 77

Zodiac: Byregot - Lightning (Cancer)

Abilities/Talents: Scouting and Tracking | Foraging | Childcare | Self-reflection | Meditation | Picking up New Weapon Skills | Oddly good at Baking | Navigation | Overthinking Things | Standing Up For Themselves (finally) | Tree Climbing | Excellent Listener | Having Big Grandparent Energy | Eyeliner Application | Self Care |

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good/ neutral / evil / true

Religion: Since coming to Eorzea Tam has developed an affinity for Oshcon.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Tam isn't lazy, but they tend to get discouraged by things and end up taking a lot of time to come around to motivating themselves again. This can also come across as apathy when nothing else is further from the truth. They care a LOT about EVERYTHING.

Virtues: charity /chastity / diligence/ humility / justice / kindness/ patience

Languages: Tam has the Echo so technically they understand all languages. They also don’t have a great understanding of what the Echo is, and they had not left the Viera homelands before manifesting it, so they just kinda think everyone vibes with the way they speak and haven’t thought too much about it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Family: Vohnt Atoel (father), Ehjne Camoa (mother), Thalja Camoa (half-sister), Irya Wolt (daughter), Kjma Wolt (daughter), Varha Wolt (daughter), Nevja Wolt (grand-child)

Friends: Vejn Atoel (mentor / foster-father / BFF), Bjera Sunja, Mjret Wolt, Petra Wolt, Lejne Sunja, Herjn Atoel, Hfyrn Leshny

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship Status: single/ partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

Tam has had a lot of partners in the past but never been in love with any of them. They are vaguely wanting to find Lenje out there somewhere, but not necessarily for a romantic relationship. Though also not-not necessarily either.

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / pink / red / black

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale/ fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height: 70 ilms (5' 10”)

Scars: They have a few faint scars on their upper arms and one across their stomach.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them:

We Will All Be Changed - Seryn

Featherstone - The Paper Kites

Spirit Cold - Tall Heights

Carry You - The Native Sibling

Tagged by: @luck-and-larceny who I hope doesn't mind the tag spam

Tagging: YOU and you and You.

[anemeraldknight]

About Duke Cadash

I was “tagged” by @emerald-amidst-gold :p

Name: Duke Cadash

Alias: Herald, Inquisitor, Master Cadash (does this count?)

Gender: Male

Age: late thirties, I don't think I want to settle on a specific age (not just yet anyways); he’s a bit younger than Varric but only by a few years

Species: (surface) Dwarf

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: Duke is an archer and I think he’s gonna specialize to be an artificer. Because of his background with smuggling and having to deal with all of that crap, he’s incredibly good at tracking and finding necessary things from around him in the wilderness. He’s also an absolute beast when it comes to card games, so Varric watch out.

{𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Because his parents were cast out of Orzammar and thus Duke was born casteless and grew up as a surface dwarf, his parents still believed in the Stone and instilled this belief in him as well. He's not super into it or anything, keeps it to himself mostly and is not bothered with protecting the ideology too much. Also, working as part of the Carta taught him that it's very important to use every little piece of information/thing to your advantage, so that is why he won't denounce those who think he is the Herald because he knows that them believing it could benefit him and the Inquisition. He's only admitted that he thinks it's bullcrap to Blackwall thus far. To others he usually says that he doesn't know what he thinks.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: Common tongue, a bit of Antivan. Idk yet

Family:

Friends: Best friends with Blackwall and Solas, will probably want to take Cole under his wing. He has growing feelings towards Cassandra but also Dorian so he is conflicted on what to do. Also has a bit of a crush on Josephine but he'll soon realize that they're not really that compatible so they'll end up as really good friends I'd say. He also gets on really well with the Iron Bull and Krem. Varric's also fine but Duke feels a bit weird about him because he finds out that Varric used to work against the Carta in Kirkwall so he feels a bit.... embarrassed about it? Just conflicted? Idk there’s something there anyways.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual (panromantic) / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating/ (at the moment because he's just arrived at Skyhold so I'm not very far at all ╥﹏╥ )

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

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Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese (a thick mann)

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue (very very light though, almost grey) / green / black / other (gold)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other

Height: he’s taller than Varric so uhh like 5′ ?

Weight: unknown

Scars: The most prominent scars are on the right side of his face, basically next to the nose on the cheek and then also a bit through his right eyebrow and above it. He has smaller scars all over his body because of his previous line of work, but the biggest one is on his left thigh where he once got shot with a crossbow bolt. He took a long long time to recover and the situation was pretty dire - luckily Duke managed to pull through though. It's still painful on most days though so he has to rub numbing ointment onto it before he goes anywhere, especially exploring. He doesn’t wanna let others see it though.

Facial Features: He has a very beautiful prominent nose and freckles all over his face from spending so much time outdoors. When you look at him head-on you can see that his nose is a bit crooked (to the right) because one time he broke it, it didn’t heal properly. He has hooded eyes but they’re pretty big and very long yet sparse eyelashes. Because he’s an oldd mann he’s also got quite a share of wrinkles and since becoming the Inquisitor he has developed dark circles underneath his eyes. He also has nice luscious lips ;) Oh! And he keeps his beard very clean and groomed. Every morning (if possible) he redoes the braids in it and combs it and stuff. He’s incredibly proud of it.

Tattoos: No tattoos. Even though he respects the Stone, he's very proud to call himself a surface dwarf and to him tattoos on dwarves, especially facial ones, only belong underground.

{𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒}

Dogs or Cats? uhh neither :/

Birds or Hamsters?

Snakes or Spiders? (Duke is afraid of spiders, and I mean afraid)

Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White?

Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables both?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

{Tagging}

Literally anyone who wants to do this, it's really fun!! You won’t even have to tag me lol