#snadger

[cvbullshit]

[starburst0822]

Old fanarts I made

Yanma (Pokemon)

2. Syamin (Pokemon)

3. Snadger (Gravity Falls)

4. Tucker (Animal Crossing)

5. Vee (The Owl House)

6. Roman (Sanders Sides)

7. Ron (Ron's Gone Wrong)

8. Mystery Twins (Gravity Falls)

9. Bella (Animal Crossing)

[violetjedisylveon]

Datura(Eda's mentor)

Tada! Datura from my Eda raises two gods AU. Here's the first chapter she's in!

If you want to know what beast she is exactly, I have no idea, I drew something vaugly feline and gave it lots of things I think are cool and badass, so birdish legs with cassowary claws and feathers and not always stinging tentacles cause why not? Her eyes do the cat thing where happy/excited/interested/playful = bigger and scared/angry/irritated = thin.

All of the images are from after the coven system was established, so within a span of 42 years from coven establishment to the current point in the story, ~8 years before the show.

The reason is Datura looked and was very different before the covens. That scar is from a coven related encounter. The earliest image is the center half shifted one.

These are her full and half beast/witch forms. And yes, that is blood, it's Cockatrice blood.

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 132, at story point, 140, at human's arrival

Sexuality: pansexual, polyamorous

Species: Werebeast

Coven: covenless, wild witch

Occupation: healer(formerly), potion maker(formerly), baker, Guardian.

Palisman: Jalapeño, a snadger

Family: Chusi(primary mate), secondary mates, several children and grandchildren, Edalyn Clawthorne(found kit), Enzo Clawthorne (grandchild), King Clawthorne(grandson)

Datura was the parent Eda needed but didn't have with Gwendolyn when she first got her curse. Datura was able to handle the situation far better and didn't treat the Owl Beast like something that could be removed or cured, and she was able to handle the Owl Beast itself without getting hurt. She is bigger than it.

Datura does consider herself Eda's beast parent and Eda as her kit, she has never tried to replace Eda's parents, but she filled the roll they couldn't and was what Eda needed. Eda considers Datura to be parently, like she is her parent.

So Enzo and King get to call her grandma cause Datura, like any good parent, is going to embarrass Eda about the fact that the illusion spell she made for her kid looks like the child of her and her ex!

More on Datura, Werebeasts and close up of Datura's staff under the cut!

First thing you gotta know about Datura is that she is very tall, her beast form is is over twelve feet tall, and her half beast form is over seven feet. So yeah, she's very tall but extremely good at stealth, especially for something so big.

Her Palisman is a Fire Honey Snadger, his name is Jalapeño, Peño for short, and he's a spicy little shit. He's also very old, only about 10 years younger than Datura, Werebeasts typically carve/find Palisman earlier than witches and demons.

Datura, as her name might suggest, is quite good with poisons and toxins, she is also a very skilled healer and uses older, less modern forms of magic. Magic more connected to the environment and world is typically practiced by Werebeasts since they are more connected to nature.

Datura is good at keeping secrets and has a lot of forbidden knowledge, she is a Guardian of nature, smaller creatures and knowledge. She dwells in the deep swamps of the Isles where she lives, hunts and studies magic.

Datura is firmly against the covens, Belos in particular, most Werebeasts, who used to live among witches, just decided to leave and go back to the wilderness to avoid the covens since you really aren't going to spend the resources to go after something with magic, sharp claws and teeth, the ability to change shape on the spot and who live in packs sometimes when they aren't doing anything.

Werebeasts in general dislike the coven system way of magic, Datura absolutely hates it for personal reasons not elaborated on here.

After Belos's rise, a general misconception sprung out of nowhere(belos) that Werebeasts were more animal than not, and that just made staying away a better option for Werebeasts due to the fear others had of them suddenly going feral on everything. Werebeasts don't do that, if they go feral, it's cause they've been threatened and they will react like anything will, fight flight freeze, or they've chosen too.

Werebeasts are polyamorous, as most typically have a primary mate, sometimes two primary mates, and many secondary mates. The bond between Werebeast primary mates is unique and somewhat comparable to spousal relationships, but not entirely, it is a different bond and a very strong one.

Primary mates may go years or decades without seeing or hearing from one another, and then get right back at it.

Primary mates do not have to involve sex, secondary mates usually do.

Monogamy is viewed as an inefficient, slightly odd thing to Werebeasts, why limit yourself(sexually and for reproductive opportunities)?

Sometimes Werebeasts will breed with other species, with beast demons, the result is a typical Werebeast child that is more likely to have the beast form of their beast parent. If that child then breed with another beast, the same thing happens, there Werebeast stays dominant.

For witches and bi pedal demons, it gets a bit more complicated.

The offspring of a Werebeast and a witch or biped demon will take on the Werebeast traita, essentially being a full Werebeast despite being half. It remains the same as long as the offspring is at least 25% Werebeast, once it falls below that, the offspring might have some shifting difficulties and a less developed half shifted form, eventually it degrades to the point where the hald shifted form is no longer there, and there are many witch bloonlines with Werebeasts blood in them that sometimes express themselves with odd birth defects, like tails or claws or feathers.

A complete transition for Werebeasts involves changing every aspect of how they look and their body structure, an example is Datura naturally being a digitagrade and for a full shift she'd have to go from digitagrade to plantigrade, which is rough on the body and causes pain if a Werebeast stays in that least natural form too long. Full shifts also involve taking on a human/witch skin color, which most Werebeast don't have and that takes more energy. It is possible for full shifts, but it is uncomfortable and considered unnecessary when the half shifted form gets the job done just fine.

Werebeast/witch hybrids that inherit a beast form but don't inherit the half shift frequently suffer from joint pain due to the two darasticly different forms and no in between to ease the transition.

Yo, drawing Datura was stupid fun, I loved drawing both her forms and I really liked the outfits I came up with, I'm very proud of them, so here's some close ups, I spent a stupid long amount of time drawing these, I got sick twice, I'm gonna show you them as much as I want and you're gonna see all the details.

Main shot

Angry

Danger Floof. I know, she looks adorable but she literally just killed a Cockatrice, those things are lethal. Danger. Floof.

Casual at home, she's watching Eda and Peño fight over food, child Eda would absolutely pick a fight with Peño.

Could you tell this was my favorite? It had a different color scheme that might've tipped you off to some stuff but when deciding I sent to my friend and cousin and they both said the blues and purples. It's really pretty.

This one I also really liked drawing, there's just something about it I love.

And Jalapeño at the end, honey peppers are a sweet and spicy type of pepper on thr boiling isles. Honey peppers are also the name of a popular snack, of regular spicy peppers dipped in honey and either all drippy or like a taffy.

Alright, that's that, it's finally done and I can post the next chapter!

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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Aww they’re going to make a snoat!

[thesnadger]

The thing about that tweet on getting Babadooked or Skinamarinked is that it never makes it clear whether "getting Babadooked" means you're the one compelled to harm those you love the most or the one watching the one you rely on for protection turn on you and become cruel.

[jayxel1102]

My Brain made this up, Waddles, as a human, and a Snadger, as a human

Snadger and Waddles?? :0

[nenoname]

while the only redeeming quality of love god really is the stan joke, it does emphasize how bad mabel is at matchmaking and also how much romance sucks actually

[fizpup]

2023 artfight attacks! (1/2)

characters in order belong to @tintoonz @incendiarymoth @alabasterpeony @the-snadger @sidruni @wishfuldorian and @bubbykat

[browniefox]

I asked for fic recs so it only makes sense that I provide some.

The Invisible Stan by The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

Simple, short, but elegant. You know how hanahaki disease is a trope? I feel like this should be a trope, but idk what you'd call it - Ninny disease sounds bad, but like it's clearly based off of Ninny from the Moomins. Anyway, great fic <3

An Outreached Hand by WDW

Ghost trick au! Love a good ghost trick au! I reread this recently and it still holds up so well, still so good even if unfinished. Haven't played ghost trick since, some of the twists make a hair more sense - especially the twist in the last chapter posted and being like 'OH IT'S *THE* GHOST TRICK'. Shoutout to undead creepiness and cute kitties :3

Retrograde by scrawling_stardumb

Kissing this one on the mouth. Only one chapter and unfinished, but it's a long chapter and really makes you go 'whoa'. It's interesting because the summary *technically* gives you more info than the chapter itself, but it's that kind of dramatic irony that fits the writing so well. A good solid McGucket POV too, which there really isn't enough of. Tbh, it stands okay almost as a one shot? I wish this became a whole popular au like all the others, bc it kicks ass as a concept.

Finding the Right Frequency by impish_nature

A pretty cute one! Ford trying to figure out how to deal with Bill, and Stan having found a stable job, and someow their two worlds intersect. Cute moments between the two, and some good Stans getting to reconnect.

Things You Can't Take Back by thesnadger

Classic by the Snadger! I always appreciate people who take Stan's memory less and make it more complicated, or at least have there be aftershocks to have your whole life erased :D So well written.

like they were a perfect fit by hapful

Stanford Pines and the photo he never looses. A beautiful story about Ford throughout the ages and his opnions on family, specifically Stan.

putting the dog to sleep by parsnipit

Old Yeller is such a sad story, and also some of this made me think of Mice and Men, and ugh just Stan and Ford and beign willing to kill something you love - sometimes because you love it - and it's such a perfect analogy to them I could die.

none of those phds is an md, you dumb idiot by untrustworthyglitch

I always love a fic that acknowledges language barriers. It reminds me of a really old fic where I did something similar, but like, being away from Earth would lead to you forgetting a lot of things, including language.

Too Late, Too Soon, Not Enough by IncomingAlbatross

Ah, gotta love a good fic that shows the missing scene of Ford and Stan switching places. Who came up with the idea? Who needed to be convinced? What swears do they get to use while off camera? Stan I love you so much, and Ford I lov eyou for beig nso complicated.

Raising Stakes by MaryPSue

Mwah! A Classic if I've ever seen one! While I'm partial to werewolf!Stan, Vampire!Stan does have so much potential and MaryPSue puts it to use so well! A great look into what Gravity Falls was like back in taht time period, and I love when people utilize Susan in fics that take place pre-portal <3 Also, Carla! I miss you so much Carla <3 It's drama, it's action, it's everything!

Lost and Found by PengyChan

Tate & Fiddleford have a lot of untapped potential, and while I think going the angst route makes a lot of sense, this one is almost more fluff and catharsis, I guess? I love it, near and dear to me.

Off-Season by anistarrose

Time Travel fic, but not a timestuck au? More likely than you think! A cute oneshot with particular focus on Stan, Mabel, and Dipper. Just a fluffy little thing with a couple strangers helping Stan out through a difficult winter.

Persist and Dwell by fencesit

A bit of Soos's trust in Grunkle Stan, and a mystery that isn't so much mystery as it is simply just not explicitly said. One of the final scenes has still stuck with me, and this is defo a concept I'd love to see explored more.

flee from your ghosts (burn your house down) by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup

While typically OTGW x Gravity Falls crossovers are, like, Pinescone, I'm partial to this version where Wirt is their dad. There'a few details that didn' sit well with me, but over all so incredible and well written. Some of the metaphors are just so evocative I could eat them. The descriptions are to die for. And I love the depiction of a dad struggling to get his kids to open up to him that feels like it's part dads struggle with teens and part those pines twins just won't tell the truth.

If you have any Gravity Falls fic recs, feel free to comment them!

[scribefindegil]

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Proper post when it is not … midnight (I missed my self-imposed Gay Jock Pride Deadline by 6 minutes) but Chapter 4 of “In Case Of Emergency” is up! In this chapter: the plot continues to thicken, a split party leads to only the most high-quality decisions, and several discoveries are made!

[max-and-oliver-poetry]

Art Ideas for Gravity Falls fans:

○Caryn beating up Filbrick

○Stanley holding a Stanley (cup) in front of the Stanley Mobile

○Baby Fidds playing his banjo to some piggies

○Dipper pushes Pacifica away from 'rich girl' expectations and makes her have real fun.

○Mermando coming back to visit Mabel and gives her a shell necklace.

○Quentin Trembly pleading for Time Baby to join him.

○Multi-Bear, Dipper, Bill, and/or Ford singing to BABBA

○A snadger 🩷

[fangirlwriting-stories]

A Summer Decades Ago

Summary: Relativity/Reunion Falls, Twenty Seven years before Stanford, Mabel wakes up to find a different kid at her door.

Author's Note: Whoops instead of more uncomplicated reasons to hate Filbrick Pines I think this chapter gives him an infinitely more complex relationship with Mabel than I originally planned that adds a real layer of tragedy to his character which is very much not what I intended when I started this AU

This is gonna have a couple of retcons that if I wrote this as a story in complete before posting definitely would have changed some things earlier on, but that’s not the vibe of this loosely collected group of scenes that I’m posting more or less as I write them because I do what I want, so if you guys could just roll with the retcons that’d be great thanks

Also in this one Mabel is 35 and the portal incident happened five years ago, Filbrick is 15, and Stan and Ford are born in 15 years when Filbrick is 30, making Mabel 50, and 62 when Ford arrives for the summer. Only the first two parts are relevant but that timeline was way too hard to figure out to not say the last parts too.

Masterlist

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It’s early in the summer when Mabel wakes up in the portal room to see a kid on the front door camera.

She figures at first that it’s a kid from town who’s gotten lost, or maybe someone that’s arrived early in the morning (7:00 early?  She doesn’t open until 9), whose parents are right behind him.

Either way, she heads quickly upstairs, where as soon as she shuts the vending machine she can hear the frantic pounding coming from the front door.

“Hold your snadgers, I’m coming,” she calls, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.  When she pulls the front door open, she’s met with a young teenager clearly in the middle of panicking.

“Woah, hey,” Mabel says.  “Are you alright?”  Possible scenarios run through her mind.  The kid doesn’t look amazing, but he’s not banged up enough to be running from any kind of monster.  He doesn’t have enough stuff to justify being here on a vacation and having gotten lost.  In fact, it seems like he just has the clothes on his back.

“I—” the kid looks down at the ground, clenches his hands into fists, and seems to try and brace himself.  “My name is Filbrick.  You’re— you’re my Aunt Mabel, right?”

“Uh… I doubt it?”  ‘Aunt’ implies Dipper is back over here and has a teenage kid, and there are some pretty significant reasons Mabel would know if that was the case.

“Well, not Aunt exactly, I think Dad says you’re like my second cousin or something, but— but he calls you my crazy aunt who lives in the woods, so…”

“Wow, he really knows how to flatter a girl,” Mabel deadpans.  “Are you guys in town?  Did you lose track of him?  I can probably help you find him.”

At that, Filbrick’s breathing starts to quicken, and he shakes his head.  “We— we live in Jersey,” he says weakly.  “He— Dad threw me out.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Mabel asks, eyes widening.

“It was my fault,” Filbrick says, still not meeting Mabel’s eyes.  “I deserved it, I fucked up.  But I don’t have anywhere else to go and I remembered him saying something about my crazy aunt who lives in the woods in Oregon and the people in town said you’re Mabel Pines, so—”

“Woah woah woah,” Mabel says, holding her hands out.  “Kid— Filbrick, right?  Slow down.  First of all, I don’t care what you did, he should not have thrown you out at your age.  What are you, sixteen?”

“Fifteen,” Filbrick says.

“Yeah.  Bullshit move on his part.  Second, you’re from New Jersey?  How did you get here?”

“I hitchhiked,” Filbrick says.  “With a couple people.”

“Wow, so that’s unsafe.  Okay, come in,” Mabel says, waving Filbrick inside and trying to take a deep breath of her own.  This is definitely not what she’d planned on doing this morning.

Filbrick follows her inside, and Mabel leads them both to the kitchen table.  Filbrick still hasn’t looked up from the floor.

“Okay, I wasn’t really planning on company,” Mabel says, heading for the cabinets.  “But I can—”

“I can earn my keep,” Filbrick says quickly.  “You don’t have to feed me or anything, I— I can sleep outside in the— do you have a shed?”

“Stop.  Stop talking,” Mabel says, pinching the bride of her nose.  This is so above her paygrade.  “You are not sleeping outside in a shed, and you do not have to earn your keep.  Jesus, kid.  You’re not even old enough to have a job.”

“Dad says I am,” Filbrick says.  “He says I could work, like, under the table jobs so—”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean you should,” Mabel says.  “Kid, you can stay here as long as you need, I— I don’t know if I have a spare bed, but the couch is open.  I’ll have to clean the glitter off of it, but—”

“You don’t need to do that,” Filbrick says.  “Whatever you want to offer is fine.”

“Yeah, I’m cleaning the glitter off of it.  Look, sit down.  Take a deep breath.”

Filbrick sits down at one of the chairs and takes as deep a breath as he can seem to manage, which still sounds pretty panicked.

“It’s okay,” Mabel says, even though it is very much not.  “You’re safe here, alright?  You can stay here until… until whenever you don’t need to anymore.”

It’s a scary thing to say, because she wasn’t planning on any of this half an hour ago, but Filbrick looks scared out of his mind sitting there, and she can’t just toss him out on the streets at fifteen.  That’s younger than she was when she struck out on her own, and she was probably too young to do that, too.

Filbrick doesn’t seem much calmer, but he does nod.  “Thank you,” he says.  “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You don’t— you know what, we’ll talk about it later,” Mabel says.  “I’m going to make you some food.  Do you like leftover spaghetti?”

…

Eventually, Mabel lets Filbrick work in the store, because it’s very clear he’s going stir crazy not having anything to do.  He still gives all the money he makes back to Mabel, though, and says he’s already freeloading in her house, and this can just be paying her back for that.  He won’t budge on it no matter what Mabel says.

She lets him work at the cash register, which he’s pretty amazing at, actually.  He’s got a real eye for people trying to steal, and has caught every single one so far, staring them down with a very unimpressed look until they either sheepishly put the craft supplies back, or sheepishly pay for it.  The first time Mabel saw him catch someone, he shouted a man twice his size out the door, yelling that if he wanted to steal, he should be better at it.  Mabel laughed so hard she almost cried.

On slow days, Filbrick spends most of the time staring out the front door, waiting for anyone else to show up.  He doesn’t ever seem comfortable doing anything else, even if Mabel tries to nudge him to get a book, or some supplies, or something fun to do while he’s just sitting there.

For this particular afternoon, however, it’s a good thing, as it’s because he’s just sitting there that Mabel knows something is up when he gasps and stumbles backwards away from the cash register.

“Filbrick?” Mabel asks, stepping away from where she’s restocking supplies.  “Are you okay?”

“What is that?” Filbrick asks.  He points towards the door, and when Mabel turns to look, she sees a fairy floating outside it.

“Oh, that’s Sparkle!  She’s a fairy,” Mabel says.  She heads over towards the cashier and ducks underneath it to get her supply of fairy dust.  She sets the container down on the counter and pulls out the pouch of gold coins she has stashed in with it.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you,” Mabel says, waving to Filbrick.  She starts over for the door, and Filbrick gets up and follows her, though he hides behind her back, just barely peeking out.

“Hello Sparkle,” Mabel says.  “Is it still three coins, or has it gone up again?”

“Still three,” Sparkle says, sounding relieved to be saying it.  “I don’t think I’ll be able to carry them if it goes any higher.”

“I’m happy to come out there, you know,” Mabel says, taking the fairy dust and passing the coins over, which Sparkle balances on top of each other like a precarious stack of baked goods.  “You don’t have to come all the way over here.”

“They still don’t trust you enough to let you see the grove,” Sparkle sighs.  “Give it a few years.”  She pauses, and glances behind Mabel, meaning she must have noticed Filbrick.

“Mabel, I don’t want to alarm you, but I think you have a growth,” Sparkle says, pointing at him.

Mabel laughs a little, and glances back at Filbrick, who looks almost petrified, staring at Sparkle.

“This is my… well, technically he’s my cousin, but he’s been calling me Aunt Mabel, so I call him my nephew.  Filbrick, this is Sparkle.  I have a deal with her for fairy dust.  It’s much better than glitter at making sweaters sparkle.”  She winks at Sparkle as she says it, who winks back.

Filbrick doesn’t say anything, and ducks further behind Mabel.

“Hello,” Sparkle says.  Filbrick still doesn’t say anything, and Sparkle laughs.  “You don’t need to be scared,” she says, seeming amused.  “Mabel, I hope all your family aren’t such flutterbugs.”

“I’m not a coward,” Filbrick says, obvious anger in his voice.

“You sure, kid?” Sparkle says with a teasing smile.  “You’re like a hundred times my size, and I’m not scared of you.”

“Hey, go easy on him,” Mabel says.  “I don’t think he’s seen much Gravity Falls weirdness yet.”  She turns to Filbrick with a gentle smile.  “Sometimes things in Gravity Falls are a little… different,” she explains.  “I’ve been trying to come up with a way to tell you.  We’ve got some monsters, and magic, and creatures like Sparkle.  You’re gonna see them from time to time.”

Filbrick glares down at the ground and doesn’t say anything else.

“I’ll talk to you later, Sparkle,” she says.  She’ll probably be able to smooth things out easier when Sparkle isn’t here.  “Thanks for the fairy dust.”

“Same time next month,” Sparkle says with a smile as she flies off, balancing her coins expertly.

Mabel shuts the door and turns back to face Filbrick.  “So—”

“I’m not a coward,” Filbrick snaps.

Mabel blinks.  “No, buddy, you’re not,” she says.  “Plenty of people are a little freaked the first time they see stuff like that.  It’s normal.”

Filbrick just turns and storms off towards the back of the house.  Mabel almost goes after him, but maybe he just needs some time to himself to calm down.  Gravity Falls weirdness can be a little hard to swallow at first, after all.  She knows it was for her, when she first discovered it.  She’d practically had a panic attack the first time she saw a gnome.  Filbrick actually handled that really well, in comparison.

…

Several hours after the store closes, Mabel finds Sparkle dead at the edge of the lawn.  She looks like she was squashed under someone’s shoe, and the gold coins are gone.

Mabel asks Filbrick if he saw anything, and he says he’s pretty sure someone was chasing something around in the parking lot earlier.  He says be doesn’t know his name, but he had large puffy white hair.

“That’s Gideon,” Mabel says, gritting her teeth.  “That little— he probably wanted the gold.  God, when I see him next—” she stops with a shaky breath, and drops her head in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she hears Filbrick say.  “I should have told you when I saw it.”

“It’s okay,” Mabel sighs, running her hand through her hair.  “Just— I don’t know how to take her home.  I don’t know where the fairy’s grove is.”  She presses a hand to her mouth and takes as deep a breath as she can manage.

“I’m sure someone will come looking for her,” she says after a second.  “I’ll keep her here.”

So she puts Sparkle on a soft bed of tissues and yarn, the best she can do when she doesn’t know the fairies’ culture surrounding the dead.

Two fairies do come looking for Sparkle the next day, and when Mabel takes them to her, the three of them cry together.  They let Mabel come back to the grove for the funeral.

She wishes it felt like more of a joy to be trusted to do that.

…

It takes a long time, but Mabel does get Filbrick to start coming out of his shell.  She manages to get him to goof off a little while working in the shop after she shows him it’s okay by doing it herself.  He stops looking quite so scared every time she approaches him, and looks at her like she hung the sun in the sky whenever she compliments his work ethic.  He very hesitantly starts asking for things at the store, and different meals for dinner.  She learns his favorite is spaghetti and meatballs, which she suspects has something to do with that being the first thing he ate when he got here, but she’s not going to say anything about it.  They start making it together, and it quickly becomes one of Mabel’s favorite things to do.  She’d never planned on having kids.  She’s starting to wonder if she should.

The night it all goes wrong starts off really well.

They’re closing up the store together, and Filbrick is taking inventory while Mabel counts up their profits for the day.

“And we should probably get more electric blue yarn soon, but other than that we’re good,” Filbrick says, giving a small smile as he walks back over towards the cash register.  He sets the inventory pad down next to the cash Mabel’s counting up.

“Yeah, that electric blue goes fast,” she says.  “It’s a lot of people’s favorite.  I’ll put in an order for some tomorrow.”  She sets the last twenty to the side and writes down their profit for the day.  “Alright, we’re doing pretty good this week.  Keep this up and I’ll take you to see a movie sometime.”

“What movie?” Filbrick asks.  “Because if it’s that unicorn one, I won’t be impressed.  Plus it won’t have nearly enough glitter to satisfy your insane appetite for it.”

“Did you just make a joke, Filbrick?” Mabel asks, turning to face him with a grin.  Filbrick smiles back, and Mabel gasps in mock offense, keeping the joke going.

“Well, that’s it, now we’re definitely seeing the unicorn one,” she says, reaching out and giving Filbrick a noogie.  “No getting out of it now, I’m taking you to see a unicorn movie.”

“No!” Filbrick protests, pushing himself away from Mabel, though she can tell he’s not bothered by it from the giant grin on his face.

Before Mabel can continue teasing him, however, there’s a loud knock on the door.  She turns to see a large gruff looking man standing right outside.  She sighs and starts over, planning on telling whoever’s there that the store is closed for the day, but then from behind her she hears a panicked gasp from Filbrick.

She turns around, intent on asking what’s wrong, when the person outside bangs on the screen door again and yells, “Open up!”

“Alright, hold your snadgers,” Mabel says, walking the rest of the way over.  “I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed for the—”

“You have my son,” the man says, and Mabel blinks.  Her eyes widen a second later.

“You’re Filbrick’s father,” she realizes.

“You have my son,” the man repeats, no change to his tone.

Mabel looks back at Filbrick, who’s standing ramrod straight in the middle of the room and clearly wants to disappear.  She takes a deep breath and turns back around.

“You kicked your son out of the house,” she says, as evenly as she can manage.  He’s not a small man, and she’s not going to pretend he doesn’t set her nerves on edge a little bit.

“He needed to be taught a lesson.”

“I don’t appreciate your lessons,” Mabel says.  Filbrick makes a small terrified sound behind her, and Mabel clenches her hands into fists.

The man stands up straighter and glowers down at Mabel.  “That,” he says dangerously, “is not for you to decide.  He is my son.”

“He’s fifteen,” Mabel says.  “He wouldn’t make it on the streets.”

“Well, I suppose now we’ll never know, will we?” the man says.  “I’m taking him home.”

Mabel looks back at Filbrick again.  There’s obvious terror in his eyes, and he looks like he’s trying very hard to keep himself from bolting.

Mabel draws herself up taller, turns back to Filbrick’s father, and shakes her head.

That answer does not seem to be appreciated, as he narrows his eyes.  “Girl—”

“Don’t call me that,” Mabel snaps.

“I’ll call you whatever I want.  If you try to keep my son from me, I’ll press charges.  You can find out how you do behind bars.”

Almost involuntarily, Mabel’s eyes drift towards the vending machine.  Partway there, her gaze lands on Filbrick again.  He’s grabbed onto the desk to try and stop his hands from shaking, but they still are, and obviously.

“Filbrick, go clean up the dishes in the kitchen,” Mabel says.

“You will go nowhere, boy,” his father snaps, and Filbrick gaze snaps to him.

“Don’t—” Mabel starts, turning back around to glare, but before she can continue, she feels the familiar sting of a smack across the face.

Mabel clenches her hands into fists and stares the man down, trying not to show how afraid she is, for her and for Filbrick.

He does not seem to like her defiance, and Mabel puts up an arm to block his fist a second before it hits her face, though it doesn’t really do much in terms of minimizing the impact.  She grimaces but holds herself there.

“Touch me again and I will press charges,” she says lowly.

“You think you can take me on?” the man asks, giving an amused smile with a cruel curl to it.  “I’d like to see you—”

“No!” comes a sudden voice, and before Mabel can turn around Filbrick is shoving himself in between her and his father.  “No, please, just— I’ll go home, just don’t hurt her!”

“Filbrick,” Mabel says, reaching out for him.  Filbrick smacks her hand away.

His father gives him an unimpressed look, and Filbrick can’t keep looking at him after a second, dropping his gaze and clenching his shaking hands into fists.

“Stop shaking, you sniveling coward,” his father says, which, predictably, does not lessen Filbrick’s shaking.

“Filbrick, no—” Mabel starts, reaching for him.  Just before she grasps his arm, a fist swings again at her face, this time too fast for her to stop it.

Mabel feels the rough impact with her face slam her sideways into the edge of the desk.  Her head cracks against it, and she hears Filbrick scream for only a second before the light snaps out.

…

When she wakes up, it’s dark outside, and she’s alone in the house.

…

Mabel fights for months to try and get ahold of Filbrick, or his father, or his mother, in hopes that she might be more help.  She tries to go through Glass Shard’s police force next, but instead finds that Filbrick’s father is one of the officers, which ruins that plan before it can get started.

She tries to get help from someone in Gravity Falls, but no one has anything close to jurisdiction that would be helpful, and finally, she has no choice but to refocus on her store, or risk losing her house.  She throws herself into portal work twice as hard in an attempt to make up for something.  Try to save the other family member she’s failed so completely.  It doesn’t work.  She still doesn’t know what she’s doing.

She hopes in some desperate part of her that Filbrick will seek her out again, but he doesn’t.  In fact, the first time she hears from him again is over a decade later, when she gets a call from a Caryn Pines, saying she found Mabel’s name as the only one in her husband’s address book, and that she wanted someone from his side of the family to be there for the birth of their second child.  Apparently last time, it had been just her side of the family there, and Filbrick hadn’t spoken to anyone and had stood in the corner dead silent.

Mabel gets the address and drives almost two days straight to New Jersey, and upon heading to the pawn shop, finds the baby must have come while she was driving, because there’s a note on the door about the pawn shop being closed and the family being at the hospital.

Mabel gets directions from a nearby gas station and heads there, and upon introducing herself as Mabel Pines, is directed to the maternity ward and the room that Caryn is in.

Upon knocking, she’s greeted by a young boy.

“Hello,” she says.  “I’m Mabel.  Who might you be?”

The boy’s face lights up.  “You’re my Great Aunt Mabel!” he calls happily.  “I’m Shermie!  I’m 7!”

“Well it’s great to meet you, Shermie,” Mabel says, feeling something raw and hopeful in her chest at the fact that Filbrick’s son knows who she is.  “I heard you’ve got a younger sibling now!”

Shermie bounces in obvious excitement, but says, “Nope!”

Mabel blinks, tipping her head in confusion.  “No?”

Shermie bounces a couple more times and announces, “I have two baby brothers!”

Mabel’s eyes widen.  “Two?”

“Yeah!  My Ma had twins, so there’s two of ‘em!”

“Oh that’s wonderful,” Mabel says, a bright grin taking over her face.

“Yeah, come meet ‘em, come meet ‘em!”  Shermie reaches out and grabs her arm, then pulls her into the room.

Laid back on the bed, looking absolutely exhausted, is a woman who must be Caryn.  She’s holding two babies in her arms, one of whom seems perfectly content to lay there and look around, and one who’s screaming his head off, his face bright red.

Mabel’s hands go to her mouth, her heart swelling in her chest.  “Oh my goodness,” she whispers.

“Ma!” Shermie yells over the sound of the one crying, drawing Caryn’s attention.  “Great Aunt Mabel’s here!”

Caryn looks over at Mabel and smiles warmly.  “Oh, thank goodness you made it,” she says, raising her voice just enough to be heard.  “Filbrick is walking my side of the family back to the exit.  I’m a little surprised he’s not back by now, but he’ll be glad to see you when he gets here.  I’m Caryn.  Sorry, but I’m not going to stand up or shake your hand.”

Mabel laughs, starting over towards the bed.  “No, of course,” she says.  “I’m Mabel.  I’m so glad to finally meet you.  I hadn’t heard from Filbrick in such a long time.”  She doesn’t want to ask directly why, especially because she doubts Caryn has the energy for a conversation like that right now.  So instead, she tacks on, “But this is such a wonderful way to reconnect.  Do they have names yet?”

“Well, we were going to name him Stanford if he was a boy, but we didn’t really have two names picked out,” Caryn says.  “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

Mabel settles down in the chair next to the bed, and Shermie runs over to sit down on the couch by the window, happily swinging his feet.

“Would you like a break from holding them?” Mabel asks, and sees instant relief pass over Caryn’s face.

“Oh, yes please,” she says.  “Filbrick’s been busy running around, I’ve had them all morning.”

Mabel takes the calmer baby first, and takes a moment to rock him back and forth before taking the one who’s still yelling his lungs out.

“Well you have got a lot to say, don’t ya?” Mabel says, doing her best to rock him while holding onto him and his brother both.  It works enough that he stops wailing quite so loudly, at least.

Shermie hops up from the couch and runs over to stand in front of Mabel.

“Can I try to rock him so he calms down?” he asks, looking up at her with a bright grin.

Mabel glances up at Caryn.  She nods.  “If he’s careful.”

“Alright, here, I’ll trade ya,” Mabel says, climbing up and letting Shermie take the chair.  She passes over the fussing baby, and demonstrates with the other how to hold his head and support him.  Shermie gets the hang of it quickly, and then rocks the baby back and forth until he manages to stop crying.

Shermie beams up at Mabel.  “I did it!”

“You did,” Mabel says, smiling back.  “You’re gonna be a good big brother, Shermie, I can tell.”

Shermie bounces a little bit in excitement, before remembering that he’s holding his brother and calming down.

Mabel looks down at the one she’s holding, who’s looking up at her almost curiously, if it’s possible for a baby to be curious.

“That one’s pretty unique, actually,” comes Caryn’s voice.

“Oh?” Mabel asks, turning to her.  “Why’s that?”

Before Caryn can answer, the door at the other end of the room bangs open, and all three of them jump.  The baby in Shermie’s arms starts crying again.

A large man that looks very much like Filbrick’s father had when Mabel met him storms across the room, followed by a nurse who seems to be trying to talk to him.

The man stops when he notices Mabel, then looks at her, eyes narrowed.  “Aunt Mabel.”

Mabel swallows.  “Filbrick,” she says.  A bit of nerves slip into her voice.  She doesn’t have a good track record with family reunions.  “It’s good to see you again.”

Filbrick glares at her for another second, before turning to face Shermie.

Shermie hunches over a little on his seat, holding his baby brother closer, and then pausing to double check that he’s supporting his head.

“Sherman, give me that baby,” Filbrick says.

“Sir,” the nurse behind him says, but Filbrick cuts her off with a very angry gesture.

“Why?” Shermie asks.

“Because this nurse is going to be taking care of him.”

“She’s going to what?” Caryn asks, pushing herself up in bed.  “Filbrick, I thought you were joking!”

“I don’t joke,” Filbrick says, turning to glare at her.

“What’s going on?” Mabel asks, finding herself stepping in between Filbrick and Shermie, and the baby Shermie’s still holding.

“I’m not raising twins,” Filbrick says, turning a firm and angry look to Mabel.  “I didn’t prepare for twins, I didn’t want twins.  And I won’t raise twins.”

“Filbrick,” Caryn says.  She tries to push herself out of bed, only for the nurse to rush forward and hold her down.

“Ma’am, you really shouldn’t get up,” she says, though she keeps looking back at Filbrick.

Filbrick has turned again to face Mabel and Shermie.

“I’m not having an argument about this,” he says.  “Sherman, give me that boy.”

“Filbrick,” Mabel says.  She reaches out with her free hand to hold him back, and though she feels the anger and tension in his stance, she’s not worried he’ll hurt her.  “Calm down.  Let’s talk about this.”  The baby in Mabel’s arms starts to squirm.

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” Filbrick says, drawing himself up taller.  “Sherman, give me—”

“Hey,” Mabel cuts him off.  “Outside.  We’re having a talk.”

Filbrick’s gaze turns almost murderous, but Mabel stares him down, and after a second, he turns and stalks for the door.

“Woah,” comes Shermie’s tiny voice from behind her.  “How did you do that?”  Mabel turns around and sees him staring up at her in awe.

She turns to look at Caryn, who looks equal parts scared and desperate.

“Here,” Mabel says, passing her the baby in her arms.  “I’ll be right back.”

She turns and walks out before she can get any kind of response.

Filbrick is standing right outside the room, looking very unhappy.  He looks about to speak, but Mabel talks first.

“What is wrong with you?” she asks, crossing her arms.  “You can’t just give up one of your kids.”

“I can’t afford twins,” Filbrick says, crossing his arms right back and glowering down at her.  “Would you have me go bankrupt?”

“Of course not, but there are other options first,” Mabel says.  “You have family that can help you, you can make adjustments.”

“You can’t rely on family long-term,” Filbrick says.  “If you can’t hold your own in this world, people aren’t just going to help you.  A man needs to be able to take care of his own.”

“There’s nothing wrong with needing help,” Mabel counters.  “Look, my store is making pretty good money these days.  I have enough that I can send you some every month if you need it.  You can—”

“I’m not going to take handouts,” Filbrick says, sounding disgusted at the very idea.  “I don’t need anyone’s help to take care of my family.”

“You do if your solution is tearing that family apart,” Mabel says.  She reaches out to try and grasp Filbrick’s arm, but he takes a step back before she gets close.

Mabel takes a steadying breath.  “Listen,” she says.  “Before you got back here, everyone in there was excited about the twins.  Caryn was talking about what to name them and Shermie was overjoyed at the thought of having two little brothers.”

“Caryn is my wife,” Filbrick says coldly.  “And she should know this is my household.  And Shermie is my son.  I decide what’s best for him.”

“Filbrick,” Mabel says, and try as she might, she can’t stop her voice from cracking.

“I won’t have any more said on the matter.  If he was your son I’d let you do as you see fit.  But he’s not.”

Filbrick turns to walk back into the room, and Mabel’s pretty sure her heart’s shattering in her chest.  Her brain won’t stop shoving at her the image of Filbrick on her front porch, desperate and begging for help, and the panic on his face when his father showed up again.  It’s nice to have proof, she supposes.  First Dipper, now Filbrick.  She really can’t save anyone right.

But damn her if she ever stops trying.

“Give him to me then,” Mabel says, just as Filbrick’s hand lands on the doorknob.  He stops, and turns to face her.

“I’ll take him,” Mabel says.  Something bitter in her chest spits out before she can really stop it, “if you really can’t stomach asking for help getting another set of diapers.”

Filbrick turns around and crosses his arms again.  “You don’t want to raise a kid.”

“Don’t tell me what I want,” Mabel snaps.  “You know I’m capable.”

“You don’t want to raise a kid,” Filbrick repeats.  “They suck up all your energy and time and don’t give you anything back.”

“You gave me plenty back,” Mabel says quietly.  “You gave me your company and your companionship.”

Filbrick narrows his eyes.  “Your methods were less than impressive.”

“Well then I guess I’ll have more time to learn with this one,” Mabel says.  “Do you think I can’t do it?”

Filbrick looks at her for a long moment.  Finally, he just turns and walks back inside.  Mabel stays at the door, not quite sure what that means.  After a minute or so of her debating whether or not she should go back in, the door opens and the nurse from before steps out, carrying a baby.  He’s back to fussing and squirming.

“He, um,” the nurse says.  “He told you to take him and leave.”

Mabel takes a shaky breath, and tears well in her eyes as the nurse passes the baby over to her.  Mabel looks down at him, and suddenly the gravity of what she’s just done presses down onto her shoulders.

“Yes, um, ma’am,” Mabel says, looking up just as the nurse is about to walk off.  “Can— is there someone I can talk to about how to raise a baby?”

The nurse looks just as lost as Mabel feels for a second, but nods.  “Come with me,” she says.  Mabel follows her down the hallway.

She casts one last glance at the room behind her, and then is interrupted by the baby below her starting to wail.

Mabel rocks him back and forth, shushing him as gently as she can.  The nurse looks helplessly back at her, and Mabel aims for a smile that’s more confident than she feels.

…

Mabel names the baby Stanley, remembering what Caryn had said about naming the other Stanford.  It feels like the best connection with his brother that she can give him, and the best apology she can manage for failing to keep them together.

And maybe it wouldn’t have even mattered.  Maybe they wouldn’t have been as joined at the hip as her and Dipper.  But she can’t quite resist doing it anyway.

Besides, it’s not like she’ll ever know.

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Does the Gravity Falls Snadger count as queer? Or it is more like monster fucking than actual queerness?

I'm gonna say that's more in the monster fucking department

[violetjedisylveon]

Spoiled Hatchlings

Summary: Datura spoils her grandkids. Eda feels guilty and tired. And needs a nap.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: exhaustion, trauma, mentioned trauma, guilt, angst, the usual but with more fluff around it now.

A/N: The series finale is today guys! Isn't that insane?! Can't really believe the Owl House is ending, but I know it won't really end for me, I'll just keep plugging along with my aus and ideas and keep coming back to the show like gravity falls. It's a lot like gravity falls for me, lots of good memories and times with my family, only the good memories I have with this is talking with friends, online and in person, about this and it being my secret little show I watch. I'm not going to lie, the Owl House and the toh fandom has been really fun and important to me, it's given me a lot of characters I can relate to, more than any other show I've watched, and it's given me a lot of fun times making stuff like this AU! It's one of my favorite shows!

Enough sappy talk, I know you're all here for Enzo and King getting spoiled so let the spoiling begin!

Eda raises two gods AU link here.

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Datura had a vast skill set, being well over a hundred years old meant she picked up more than a few things, but damn, could the Werebeast cook!

After Enzo had woken up, Eda had found her mentor in the kitchen cooking up all sorts of treats and dishes. Some of Eda's absolute favorites were subtly snuck in the variety of options laid out for them and despite her guilt, Eda couldn't help herself.

There was just something about Datura's cooking. Maybe it was nostalgia, maybe the fact it had been so long, maybe not having to do the work herself made it better, and maybe some of the Werebeast's fur fell in and did something to make food taste better. Regardless of the reason, Eda was thankful she didn't have to cook. It felt like her body was going to give up on her any second.

Enzo really liked Datura's blossom bread, fresh out of the oven with a thick, sweet syrup made from the kid's favorite fruit. King, like the little gluttonous monster he was, was eating just about anything in front of him and Nibs was enjoying a snack of boiled Cockatrice eggs, a favorite treat of most Cat Snakes, she was making a mess, small chunks of bloody red egg were scattered about with the powdery remains of the purple yolks. Datura had a taste for the poisonous flesh of Cockatrice.

Eda herself had taken some biscuits and selected from the assortment of fruits and other plants laid out. She took a bite from a Cattail, it was cooked to perfection, void of the toxic bitterness it had raw.

It was one of her favorite fruit snacks while living with Datura and immediately brought back memories of reading some old text by the fireplace on a cold winter day.

Fuck, the nostalgia of this place was hitting her so hard.

"Amanita, could you go gather some more fruit for me? I have a feeling Enzo would like to try some." Datura was saying to a swamp cat napping on the windowsill.

The mossy green creature stretched with a wide yawn and rose, the water plants growing along her back bobbed as she shook herself out. The swamp cat meowed at Datura in that high pitched, needy way most felines did.

Datura rolled her eyes but allowed the critter to crawl across her tail and onto her shoulder. Amanita promptly settled onto her chosen perch and began to rub her head against Datura's cheek, the pair of mushrooms on her head released a sweet scent.

From his spot in a hanging nest near Datura's peppers, Jalapeño growled at the swamp cat monopolizing Datura's attention. Eda smiled at the familiar scene, Jalapeño and Amanita certainly hadn't changed.

The Werebeast scratched the swamp cat under her chin, resulting in a loud purr from the critter.

"Enough making Peño jealous, go get the fruit." Datura scolded Amanita gently.

With an upset huff, Amanita leapt off Datura's shoulder and landed in front of Eda. She hissed and clapped her mushrooms together, sending a wave of rotten smelling spores into her face, then in that haughty feline manner, trotted off.

"Naughty Nita." Datura sighed, offering her a towel.

Eda took it and wiped the spores off.

"Naughty is one word I'd use." Eda grunted.

"Aren't you a little old to be picking fights with wildlife, kit?" Datura mused.

Enzo giggled at that. Eda rolled her eyes. Amanita, who as far as Eda knew was anywhere from twenty-three to who the fuck knows years old, had been hanging around Datura her whole life, there were pictures of Amanita as a kitten somewhere. Swamp cats tended to live pretty long as far as wildlife was concerned, she'd read somewhere that the lifespan was similar to a witch's.

I guess long lived felines attract each other. There were several colonies of swamp cats that made Datura's territory their home and, at least when she'd lived with the Werebeast, frequently came in to just hang out like they owned the place.

"Kit, are you listening?" Eda looked up at Datura, who she had just realised was talking to her.

"Uh…"

Datura flicked an ear and smiled at her.

"I was saying that I am going to check the new kits in Amanita's colony tomorrow afternoon, and your Owlet was wondering if you could stick around and see them. Maybe you could give me a hand, the breeding season was very successful from what I've heard." Datura said.

Eda looked down at Enzo next to her. They had withdrawn into themself, ears tucked tight against their head, facing away from her and nervously tapping his feet, er, foot in this case. She made a mental note to write down the withdrawal behavior for Clover.

"Enzo, do you want to stay?" She asked, gently resting a hand on their hunched shoulder.

"We don't have to! We can go if you want, it was stupid anyway!" Enzo said quickly.

Eda turned Enzo to face her and got them to look up. Why did they always look so scared to ask her something? They looked like she was about to hit them! It was going to kill her if it kept up.

"I can do something you want, Starshine, I'm pretty flexible if you haven't noticed." She paused, feeling their shoulders relax under her hands.

"If you wanna go do something, we can do it, it's not a problem, okay?" She said.

Once again, Enzo didn't look like they fully believed her that such simple things weren't a problem. But the kid nodded.

"I wanna see the baby kitties." They said timidly.

Eda smiled, Enzo rarely asked for things they wanted, they'd ask for things for King or Nibs, but not themself. It was a good start.

"Alright, we can go see them with Datura." Eda said.

Enzo smiled up at her like she put the moon in the sky. She ruffled their hair.

An impatient meow came from the table, Amanita was sitting with a basket of Blossom Bat fruit hanging from her mouth.

"Geesh, can't you wait a minute?" Eda asked, playfully batting the swamp cat back.

She hissed and dropped the basket in front of Enzo.

"I'm gonna find shit on my pillow, aren't I?" Eda asked Datura.

"You know Nita." She chuckled.

Eda rolled her eyes and turned back to her breakfast.

XXX

"I can help you with those." Eda offered, taking an armful of dishes to the sink for Datura.

"Why thank you, kit." Datuta said with a soft purr.

"Do you need my help?" Enzo asked.

In comparison to Datura, who towered above her at over seven feet, Enzo looked so small, the kid was less than half of Datura's height and they were sitting. She could only imagine how they compared to her beast form, Datura would absolutely dwarf him.

"No Owlet, you can explore outside for a bit, Nita and Peño can show you around. Just don't get up, okay?" Datura told Enzo.

They looked at her for permission.

"Are you sure?" They asked.

"I've got six limbs to wash with, we'll get along just fine without you, Owlet." Datura said with a flexing of her tentacles.

Datura gave her a sly, impish grin over her shoulder.

"Besides, I believe my kit wants to talk about things that little ears shouldn't hear." Datura whispered loudly.

Enzo giggled at the supposed secrecy.

"Now get going, it's a beautiful day for nestlings to enjoy the sun."

Datura made a gentle shooing motion at the kid.

They giggled and wheeled towards the door, they stopped and leaned over the counter, motioning for her to come closer.

"I like your mom, she's nice." Enzo whispered not so quietly into her ear.

Eda's face warmed, Datura laughed.

"Starshine, she's not-" Eda started.

"I like you too Owlet, you are very sweet." Datura cooed, giving them a gentle pat on the head.

Enzo beamed and gave her a nod, then wheeled out the door with a giddy laugh at how fast the wheelchair went on automatic mode.

Eda watched them go, she didn't have the heart to correct them, and she didn't want to open that can of worms just yet. She turned around, Datura was giving her a mischievous, amused grin, her pupils were dilated and her tail ticked with anticipation. Eda rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Go ahead." Not like I would be able to stop you anyway.

"So I'm your mom now, am I?" Datura chuckled.

"Didn't wanna explain it." Eda shrugged and turned to the dishes.

"Suit yourself, kit." Datura shrugged and settled in beside her.

Eda listened to the kids' laughter as she fell into the familiar routine of washing by Datura's side. Despite the playful gibe, it was an almost automatic thing.

Datura was humming softly and tapping her foot as she went, her tail moved in time with the beat. Birds and wildlife could be heard beyond the open window, flowers and swamp flora bloomed, perfuming the air in an earthy, natural aroma.

Everything, even Datura herself, was the same and everything was so different. No, she was what was different.

"What is it, kit?" Datura asked, reading her troubled mind just like she used too.

Eda took a breath, prepared to blunder an apology out, when she heard the kids laughing outside. Enzo's earlier withdrawal was called to the front of her mind. The kid had some issues, Clover had been able to confirm that much, and true to her word sent some tricks to handle it, but Eda hadn't been able to implement any of them yet, she didn't know how to introduce it to Enzo.

They might not even know that something was wrong! From what the kid said, there had been a time before whatever went down, and with the way they talked about him, she didn't think their father had been the one to screw them up, but it seemed like it had been a long time since they had seen their dad. A lot must've gone wrong since. It worried her how little of this puzzle she had.

An infant demon, a powerful, severely traumatized kid with an extreme, unexplained fear of the Emperor, both of unknown origin, sharing a father who was absent and probably dead. That was it.

"Are you worried about your Owlet?" Datura asked softly.

"How could you tell?" Eda asked dryly.

"When you reach a certain age, you get good at reading people, children can't conceal all the tells, just the most obvious ones. I knew something was up the moment I saw them. No one can hide the way they smell." Datura answered.

Eda sighed and stared at her reflection on the plate she was drying. She looked tired, more tired than when she brought the kids to the park. Maybe a few days with Datura wouldn't be such a bad idea. It would give the kid someone else he trusted.

"Yeah, something is definitely up." Eda admitted.

Datura hummed, her tail ticking back and forth. Eda saw the gears turning in her head as she formulated an idea.

"It seems that you need help with your hatchlings, kit." Datura said, grinning broadly at her.

"You know they really aren't my kids." Eda pointed out.

Datura leveled a doubtful stare at her and Eda conceded. It was sounding less true every time she said it.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you need, kit, your house demon should be fine by himself for a few days." Datura offered.

A few days without having to be soley responsible for two kids and herself sounded nice, and it wouldn't be right to just show up and leave. Plus Enzo needed a broader examination of their health, King too if, Datura could figure out what either of them were. And she might actually find the courage to apologize to her former mentor for all the trouble she brought into Datura's life.

"That doesn't sound too bad." Eda nodded.

Datura flashed her a wide, fanged grin and pulled her into her side. The Werebeast was purring up a storm.

"Excellent! Now, tell me all about your hatchlings." Datura purred.

Her pupils were so very wide. Excited was a gross understatement, Datura was absolutely thrilled.

A familiar warmth worked its way through Eda's body, easing the ache of her joints and guilt in her mind. Datura had always had that sort of calming effect on people, damn it felt good.

"Well, Enzo really likes Blossom Bat fruit, as you've probably noticed and they also like this type of squid, it's called nut head squid, used to eat it with their dad and, uh sister, I think." Eda said.

She didn't know exactly who the "Este" Enzo kept referring to was, her best guess was that sister they'd mentioned. It made enough sense.

She noticed Datura was looking at her weird.

"What?" She asked.

"You kept a straight face, you've matured a lot since I last saw you." Datura said.

Eda rolled her eyes.

"It's not like the kid knows, and I'm not about to explain all that to them." Eda grunted.

Datura laughed.

"What about the little one, what does he like?" She asked.

"Oh, King will eat anything that's not nailed down, he's an absolute glutton and a little monster about it too, the amount of times I've caught him trying to sneak something- guess I should expect it, they do live with me. Oh, and if he gets really mad he'll get all huffy and let out the most hilarious, adorable squeal you've ever heard, it's like a tea kettle!" Eda said.

"Oh I look forward to seeing that, and if they're anything like you at all, they'll learn to get away with mischief soon enough, enjoy the calm while it lasts." Datura advised with a chuckle.

"Was I really that bad?" Eda asked.

"You were positively horrible, kit, but not the worst kit I've had, actually, you were rather tame in comparison." Datura said.

The smile on her face told Eda the Werebeast was thinking back fondly of all the chaotic hellions she'd allowed into her home.

At least I'm not the worst.

XXX

Sickness tainted the air.

Datura set the bowl she was holding down and shook her witchling awake from her place curled by the warm fire. The child was underweight and racked with illness and infection. She stifled the growl that rose in her throat, the time for anger was later.

The witchling grumbled weakly and rolled to face her, sticky red tinted eyes stared up at her. Datura held out the bowl to her.

"Kit, I need you to drink this. It will make you feel better." She instructed.

The witchling gave her a distrusting look.

"She said all sorts of shit would make it better." She growled as she rolled over onto her back and covered her eyes with her bandaged arm.

Datura's tail twitched with irritation. The witchling clearly had some unresolved issues that, thus far she had refused to fully talk about. Datura hadn't asked for any information and let the witchling say what she was comfortable with, but comments like those were annoyingly vague.

"This is food, kit, you need food to stay alive." Datura explained.

The witchling lowered her arm slightly and gave the bowl a slightly less murderous, distrusting look.

"It's not some weird medicine?" She asked.

"In my experience, good food is its own medicine." Datura grinned.

The witchling sat up and hesitantly took the bowl and spoon offered. She took a cautious spoonful, her eyes lit up and she began eating faster.

Datura checked the witchling's wounds while she ate. The jagged lacerations were still raw, but healing nicely and due to her diligent care, were not infected. She rewrapped the wounds and sanitized the old wrappings with a quick spell.

The witchling had finished her soup and set the bowl aside by the time she was done. She had a satisfied grin on her fever flushed face.

"Did you enjoy it, kit?" Datura asked as she collected the bowl.

"It's amazing! You're a great cook." The witchling complimented.

"Thank you, kit, I'll be sure to make it for you when you're better." Datura said.

"What was it anyway?" She asked.

"A Cockatrice and willow leaf soup." Datura told her.

Realization dawned on the witchling's face, before she could object, Datura stopped her.

"You are sick, kit, the willow will reduce your fever and I used Cockatrice bones to make the broth. I'm not going to trick you again, but I need you to take medicine when I give it to you. I am not trying to kill you." Datura said sternly.

The witchling had her legs pulled to her chest, Datura recognized the posture from years of being a healer. Her witchling had more trauma than just her cursed state.

She did the only thing one could do in this situation, comfort the witchling. She sat next to her and began to run her fingers through the knotted mess of fiery hair.

Grooming was soothing to many beasts, and this child, while not one herself, had one in her that influenced her behaviors.

Soon, the witchling had relaxed enough that she was leaning against the Werebeast.

" … they tried so many things to fix it… she wouldn't leave me alone or let me out of her sight for more than two seconds… she made me do so many weird, uncomfortable things, brought me to some real creeps, some of that shit wasn't even medicine!… she never listened to me…" the witchling trailed off, fiddling with a stray lock of hair.

"She said she wanted it gone… no matter what… even if they had to tear it out of me… I don't know how… maybe it told me… but I knew that would kill me…" The witchling nervously glanced at her.

Datura could smell her terror, it came off in powerful waves. The witchling was trying to keep her emotions in check, and failing hard. Datura detangled her hands from the messy hair and cupped the witchling's face gently. She hesitantly leaned into the Werebeast's rough, weathered hands. Datura pressed their foreheads together.

"Listen to me, kit. I will not ever hurt you. I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable, and I will tell you what I give you." She said softly.

"I am not going to try to remove your curse, as far as I'm concerned it's there to stay. Attempting to is a useless, traumatizing endeavor, and you've had more than enough of that. What I will do is teach you how to manage it and manage the beast when it takes control." Datura told her.

"You're not scared of it?" The witchling asked.

"Kit, I'm much bigger than it, and I have plenty of experience dealing with beasts, I'll figure out how it works and make a counter. I will be fine and you will be safe." Datura said.

The witchling smiled at her and finally allowed herself to relax. Datura went back to grooming the kit.

"Your hair is a disaster, kit." She commented.

The witchling mumbled something unintelligible, she was close to the land of sleep. She shivered and reached for the blanket. Datura felt a purr rumble in her throat, she shifted and curled around the witchling, letting her find comfort in her soft, thick fur.

"Sleep well, kit."

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Bet you weren't expecting that at the end, were you?

Next up, Datura continues spoiling her grandkids and teasing Eda about a certain songbird.

I decided Enzo is smol. They is 3'11" now, and will get slightly taller by luz's arrival, maybe they will be 4'1".

King, Enzo and Nibs all saw Eda and Datura interact once and just assumed Datura was Eda's mom, no questions asked. It's not that hard of an assumption to make, Datura certainly doesn't help the situation.

Also I might have the next chapter ready to post as soon as sunday. It might be a shorter one but I might have it ready enough.

Anyway, I decided to go into the episode almost 100% blind, didn't watch the trailer and have only seen little bits of it, I want to be surprised and I know I'm gonna get hurt but, price of being in this fandom. So it's gonna be fun and give me more ideas on what'll happen at that point in this au(it's gonna be worse, for sure 😈 ) enjoy the finale and lets send the Owl House off with a bang!

VJS Out!

[jellybeanzrock]

So I was casually reading an Ominis x hufflepuff reader fanfic as one does, and my tired brain reminded me that slytherins are snakes and hufflepuffs are badgers and THEN

GUYS IT’S THE SNADGER

[iceb4gw-c]

yo I didn't ask but what game did you manage to get? Anything good

-@st1tchedmyheart (he won't admit it, but he's genuinely curious)

Didn't really get anything cool but I did get about 5 deer and a few Jackrabbits?

Though I did get this weirdly deformed badger? No wait, it looked half snake, so a Snadger? Something like that idk