#so while i dont think theres anything that challenges this i dont know if there actually is

[chicabear15]

I think it's funny the fandom has accepted Michael being an arsonist because there is no actual 100% proof he's set anything on fire.

Henry set up the fnaf 6 building to burn down and Michael doesn't seem to be aware of this.

In the paper at the end of fnaf 3 it says that while foul play hasn't been ruled out, the fire was most likely due to faulty wiring.

I will acknowledge that Michael's speech being coupled with the burned remains of fazbear frights and the final fnaf 3 minigame in hw1 does have implications of it being foul play but that's only circumstantial evidence.

[wall-eye]

If you annoy people for fun, don't be surprised when people don't like you

Work rant in tags. Didn't know there was a 30 tag limit lol

[bbq-potato-chip]

i can't think about drawing right now I HAVE THINGS TO DO!!!

[snoopychris]

fully introducing snoopy!chris and woodstock!reader

chris remembers the conversation he had with matt so vividly. semi vividly. to be completely honest, he hardly remembers anything at all. something along the lines of ‘she’ll be hurt if you say that.’ at least, that’s what he thinks matt said. he wishes he could remember a little bit of the conversation, but it couldn’t have been that important if he didn’t. he should’ve felt bad for the way he was ending this relationship. most people would. but not this relationship. not today. not chris.

“look mikayla it’s not me, it’s you.” chris speaks, standing up from the sorority couch he was previously seated in. the girl besides him, face covered in disbelief, scoffs as she looks up at him, standing up to follow him out the door. chris continues on without a care in the world, glancing behind him to face her once more. “can i help you?”

“well… yeah kinda. first of all my name isn’t mikayla… it’s mackenzie… second of all isn’t the phrase… it’s not you it’s me?” she asks, furrowing her brows at chris as he continues walking towards his car. chris shrugs smugly, clicking the button to make his getaway more accessible.

“it probably is but… i wasn’t really the problem here so. you know… live a good life or whatever they say. to be honest i don’t… really care. so. later i guess.” chris smirks as he climbs into the drivers seat of his old, beatdown, volkswagen beetle. it makes him look stupid sometimes, but a car is a car. he won’t complain. not about this anyway. its still all his. some guys his age dont even have a drivers license. Chris chuckles to himself as he parks in the garage of his apartment complex, strutting his way into his apartment.

theres a few stray puppies that are standing by the door that chris wishes he could help, but the no dogs allowed sign on the door forbids him from doing it. he cant get kicked out of another complex. if he did, then it wouldve been nearly every building that was affordable for him. his keys jangle as he walks into his space, slamming the door behind him shut. he licks his lips for a moment before taking a seat on the couch next to matt, crossing his legs as he props them up on the coffee table. 

“and thats zeta tau alpha done. you truly underestimate me. one girl from each sorority on campus. dumped by me. only took me 6 weeks too.” matt scoffs at chris’ persistence on completing the “challenge” that was realistically nothing more than a drunk blabber. the beer bottle in matts hand is placed down on the table rapidly, the disappointment in his face settling. matt bites his bottom lip as if to watch his mouth– to sensor his thoughts. he doesnt have the heart to tell his brother the things hes really thinking. maybe some other time.

“that's two girls per week on average and its incredibly sad of you to do. they all have feelings y’know. “ to some extent, chris knows that matts right. he was always the smarter brother to begin with. Chris shrugs slightly as he reaches for a swig of matts beer, wincing slightly at the taste. he was never much of a drinker for the taste of it. if anything, it was more for the feeling that it gave him. it took away the feeling of being a disappointment. 

it wasnt always this way. ages ago, chris had some sort of life plan. he would graduate high school with decent grades and take his skills to college. he would play baseball for his schools team while majoring in journalism or some sort of writing. Chris still doesnt know where his plans all went wrong. 

a single bump in the road took him down the completely wrong path. as much as he regrets never doing anything with his life the way his brothers had, chris doesnt think hed ever redo any of it. he’s as content as he can be with the place hes in now. it sucks to always be compared to other people, his brothers especially, but there wasnt much he could do about it anymore. 

Chris notices the way matts open to speak. its impossible not to. he’s almost afraid of what matts about to say. he expects some sort of lecture. some sort of scolding. something hes unfortunately used to. 

“you wanna go to that new coffee shop down the street? Nick asked me to get him a matcha before he got back from his appointment.” matt’s words almost lift a weight off of chris’ chest. he’s never been more relieved to be invited somewhere. Chris nods slowly, his phone on the couch buzzing a few times shortly after he stands up.

matt notices it. matt also notices the way chris does everything he possibly can to ignore it. chris disregards all of it as he walks out the door, not even bothering to grab the keys to his car. matt follows close behind, hooking his carabiner to the loop of his jeans the way he always would.

it was a constant. one of many things matt had that chris didn’t. one of many constants chris wanted at times.

there’s not much exchanged on the ride there. not much needs to be said. there’s not much that should be heard. it’s too much. it’s all too much right now. “down the street” for matt is realistically across town for any other person. it’s a drive that’s quiet. relaxing. it’s a silent prayer, almost, that the ambiance of the coffee shop is the same as the car ride. 

when chris walks inside, he wished he had never left the house to begin with. there’s nothing wrong with the place itself. it seems fine. it seems like any other coffee shop. what chris can’t stand— what chris wants to avoid—is the person behind the counter. chris can’t stand you.

he’d seen you around a few times before. you were in a sorority— he wasn’t quite too sure which one, but he also didn’t care enough to find out. every single time he saw you, you were always so bubbly and full of joy. the yellow tint of your bow matched your entire aura. chris hated it.

“hi matt! hi chris!” you cheer, the sway of your ponytail infuriating chris even more. he was one smile away from losing it. albeit, he smiles fakely, tapping his hands on the counter as if it were a drum kit. “what can i get for you guys?” 

chris hopes you can’t see the way he rolls his eyes at every single one of your words. his eyes scan the bright menu over and over again, not quite deciding what to get. the smile on your face is still incredibly present. he hesitates for a moment, glancing at your figure and then at matt, who had already ordered both his own drink and nicks. 

“just pick something for me. none of your girly pink shit. something strong.” chris requests, clapping his hands together as he takes a seat at a nearby table. he couldnt believe that somebody could be so cheery all the time. he just doesn’t get it. maybe there’s a chance you’ll forget he’s even there.

he feels the looming. it’s impossible not to. the staring. all of it. “what.” he spits, whipping his head around to look at you. he feels a little bad when you’re standing there with a tray of drinks in to go cups. one he recognizes as nicks matcha. one is matt’s lavender latte. and one is nothing more than a black iced coffee. he found it hard to believe that you had actually listened to his requests. at the same time, he expected nothing more from you. “something else i can help you with?” 

“i just um… yeah and basically” you stutter, setting the drinks on the table for matt and chris to grab on their way out. matt takes the cue and leaves with two of the drinks, only leaving behind chris’ and chris himself. chris scoffs when you can’t form a coherent sentence, standing up and grabbing his drink before speaking. 

“spit it out kid” your eyes widen at the suddenness of it all, the tray falling to your side as you bite your inner cheek. 

“well i wanna be your friend and i-“ chris cuts you off before anything, shaking his head in disbelief as he takes a sip of whatever drink you made him. it’s bitter. it’s good. 

“not happening” he states, a pout on his face present as a means to mock you. you’re more persistent than chris expected. 

“but-“

“nope.” he states once more, placing a few dollars on the table before walking out the door. somehow, it only leaves you wanting his friendship more. it’s a challenge. you’re willing to accept it. you’re willing to wait.

you drag your feet back to behind the cafe bar slowly, beginning to make other drinks as you watch chris climb into the car that’s waiting for him out front. a gentle elbow to the ribcage from your coworker makes you smile, writing a small message on the cup in your hands.

“he seems so sweet... and hes cute too. i have a feeling you’re not gonna give up on being his friend are you?” she whispers, gesturing her head to the door. to nobody’s surprise, you shake your head as you pour out some spare milk, licking your lips before speaking.

“nope.”

a/n: WAAAAA im so excited for this au u guys dont GET ITTTT

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[betterthanyalls]

hey betty wetty bo confetti

How’s about Ares x Reader in which she’s the daughter of Odysseus and and and she’s defending Telemachus & Penelope from the suitors and after getting into a fight with Antinous or however u spell his name, she meets Ares somehow?

BTW DONT FEEL PRESSURED OR FEEL THERES A TIME LIMIT - TAKE YOUR TIME 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

Okay love ya 🤩🤗

that nickname concerns me BUT HIIIII so ion know how good this is :sobs: , i made it in the span of like 2-3 hours from a burst of motivation. HERE YOU GO TAKE THIS AS A LATE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

Masterlist

Warrior's Blood

Ares x Reader

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Action

Words: 1.4K

Published: 11-3-2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A loud belch sounded from the palace’s dining hall, followed by boisterous laughter and unorganized yells. The princess of Ithaca glared down the hallway while she stalked past the dining hall to her destination of the training grounds. “Men,” a loud voice called, the speaker standing up on a wooden bench, “we have been waiting for the throne for far too long. Can’t you see we are being played?”

Y/n slowed her pace, taking a peek into the crowded room to see the one suitor she hates the most speaking. Antinous. 

“I say, we take the throne. That boyish prince and his sister only stand in our way to the queen. Once we are rid of them, we shall have full access to the crown." Cheers and yells followed quickly. The onlooking royalty sneered in disgust. Normally, Y/n would only walk away and tell her mother about the new plan, but something inside her felt different��an urge to fight, a need for conflict. 

Taking a step into the light of the hall, Y/n cleared her throat.

“What would my mother think of this? Threatening to kill both of her children and then seizing her by force?" Y/n had to keep from gagging, not only at the idea of their threat but also the horrid stench of the room. 

Antinous turned to the princess with a look of pure murder and flame.

“Well, if it isn’t the weak girl. If you speak even a word of our plan, I will rip you limb from limb so you can meet your father in the underworld,” he stalked towards the younger girl with a vicious grin. “Now that I’ve thought about it, how about we begin that plan now? Starting with you.”

Y/n was wise enough to duck down, blocking an oncoming punch, only to be nailed in the gut with his knee. Falling to the ground with a sharp gasp, she was pulled to her feet by her hair. “Come on, girlie. You had the strength before to challenge me; where is it now? You’re as weak as your father.”

Staggering and getting out of his grasp, she pulled up a loose fighting position. The princess narrowed her eyes at Antinous’ insults while taking steps back to match his steps forward. Y/n tried to find some sort of strategy to take him down, like how Telemachus taught her. Her brother would always say to fight with wisdom, but there was no wisdom anywhere near this fight. Strategy only works if your opponent has strategy too. Antinous was anything but a planned fighter. 

So with her next best option, Y/n grabbed a nearby vase and chucked it at her rival's head. She missed, making Antinous even more angry. With a yell, a foot made contact with her stomach, throwing the princess to the floor and her head hitting a pillar. Pain shot through her entire body as she struggled to regain her breath. 

‘So, I did this easily. Thanks for the amazing lessons, Tele.’ Her mind wandered, forgetting about her approaching opponent as she took a glance at a nearby wall. There, up high, hung a tapestry by her mother. The twelve Olmpyians were displayed with divine glory. Glory that could help Y/n not die, if only they saw her. With nothing left to lose, the princess sent up a silent prayer before deciding to help herself.

With much pain and huffs, Y/n managed to stand on her feet once more with a sway.

Antinous offered a loud laugh, ricocheting off the stone walls.

“You just can’t stay down, can you? Do you not want to see Odysseus in Hades?”

“Don’t you dare speak my father's name,” she hissed through gritted teeth. She leaned onto the pillar with one hand while her other held her hurt stomach. Something other than pain burned inside her—a yearning to see him hurt, to see Antinous suffer. 

A new energy boosted her body; her muscles didn’t feel as sore, and the pain was dissipating. Deciding not to question this, Y/n dodged another punch aimed for her jaw. With fast footing, she grabbed a spear off the wall beside her and countered another punch.

Antinous grabbed the spear to rip it from Y/n’s grasp. Quickly, Y/n pulled the spear closer to her and kicked Antinous in the ribs. Instead of knocking him down, he only stumbled back. 

‘Left’ A voice spoke in her mind. Y/n was about to question the order until she noticed Antinous barreling towards her and instantly followed the demanded direction. 

Dodging a swipe of his sword, the princess swung her spear down at the man's knees, causing him to trip. Looking down to where he fell, a sudden push of rage flowed through her veins.

‘Blood’

She didn’t need to hear the voice again to know exactly what to do. With momentum, Y/n brought the weapons head down into Anitnous’ thigh, earning a scream from the male. She ripped the weapon from his flesh only to bring it down once more with another bloody cry. Her thoughts seemed barren except for a new order from the unknown voice. 

‘Stop’

That order only seemed to boost her adrenaline. Stop? She couldn’t. Not with all this pent-up anger and frustration she felt for Antinous. Y/n needed to make him learn where he stood as a guest in her kingdom. But as she raised her spear once more, the voice barked a command louder and all her pain and exhaustion rushed in.

‘STOP’

In an instant, her spear clattered to the floor as Y/n held her head with a groan. Antinous was being tended to by his fellow suitors, who had opted to stay on the sidelines. With labored breaths, Y/n managed to stumble away from the dining hall and towards the empty training grounds. 

Exhausted, she slumped to the sandy floor and leaned her back against a rack of swords. Her eyes shut against the glaring sun as the royal attempted to regain her breath. To her pleasure, the heat was blocked by a sudden shadow. The young adult cracked open her eyes to see a darkened figure wearing the full armor of a Spartan soldier. A mixture of emotions flooded into her soul as she recognized the nation's armor. Was this news of her father from serving beside the Spartans? But her hope was snuffed out as the familiar voice spoke.

“Stand up.”

She wanted to argue, but something in her felt compelled to follow the instructions. So, shakily, Y/n stood up in front of the warrior. From a new angle, she could see the stranger's identity. All breath escaped her lungs as she recognized the being from similar statues and paintings.

“Ares.”

The god, who towered over her with his divine form, smirked at the recognition.

“Indeed. I’ve seen your skill, princess of Ithaca. You fight well,” the god of war stalked around the girl in a circle, seeing her state after the fight. 

Finally, the two pieces connected in her mind as she turned to face him.

“It was you. The voice. The orders. That was all you.”

“You follow orders well, except for when you’re told to stop. I like that sort of fight.” Ares stood tall, power and bloodlust radiating off him as his armor seemed to brighten a bloody red in the sun’s light.

“Why’d you stop me anyway? You are the god of bloodlust, are you not? I could’ve killed him and solved the whole problem!” Y/n argued, upset at the missed opportunity.

“Have you forgotten the laws of hospitality? You would have been punished harshly by the gods had I let you continue. Not even I can defy those.” He glared down at her with warning. In response, she looked away with a defeated huff.

“Why’d you even help me then?” She grumbled, looking at the nearby swords; a few training weapons had begun to rust from limited use. 

"You have the ambition needed for the battlefield. Why would I let such skill go to waste with no proper mentor?” This caused Y/n to look at him instantly in shock, meeting the gaze of a grinning god beneath his helmet.

“Mentor?” 

“Y/n of Ithaca. You fight to protect. You fight to the last stand. That is a warrior’s blood. Like your father before you, you have the makings of a legend.” Ares held out his hand like he was shaking for a deal. “Become my champion, and I will help you become stronger than any opponent you shall face.” 

Y/n thought it over for less than a few seconds before grabbing the gods hand in her own and shaking them up and down. 

“Deal.”

[miowritings]

Maybe a fic of pjsk boys learning English with non-Japanese reader who’s good at it? (Feel free to ignore :D) have a nice day!

I-i-i love you!♡

Tsukasa tenma, rui kamishiro, akito shinonome, toya aoyagi x gn reader

✮a/n: sorry for being offline all of the sudden, i was thinking of quitting tumblr since i dont open it much, plus busy with school, im not gonna quit<3 more like a hiatus, ik how much it hurts to see an idol quit and i dont want yall experiencing that🙏 im more online on my ig account (@/yumi.anami) so if you want to talk, im here :DD, TRANSLATED WORDS ARE DOWN THERE!!

✮sypnosis: you, teach the boys how to speak english fluently.

✮contains: corny, sappy, love🥺

✮taglists: @akitosheart @nogenderbee

Tsukasa Tenma

-tsukasa decided that today was the day he decided to start using english! He already knew your first language wasn't Japanese, so he learns english with you, even if you speak japanese fluently

-while teaching him, he would have to ask for things in english only, yes he does know a bit of english but, its hard to communicate with such little words no?

-you introduce him to japanese and english dictionaries, flash cards, anything of the sort, even going as far as to make him listen to english songs!

-when asking for something like a ketchup or remote, he would have to say it in english

"Ah, y/n, could you please.. uh.. pass the... The.." he stutters, making some sort of movement in his hands, you know damn well he wanted that ketchup, so why not tease him? "Huh? The salt?" You ask, faking your obliviousness, tsukasa shook his head in frustration, then sighed in defeat. "The.. ケチャップ!!" He exclaims, you sigh, handing him the ketchup bottle. "Its ketchup kasa, but its okay, you got half the sentence right" you giggle.

-once he learned a bit more about the english language, he was getting the hang of it, except for his pronunciation..

-"ehem!" He clears his throat, then exhaled "i, live in a... A... Ru..ruru.." he stumbled, reading a post cards intently. "Rural, back from the top!" You stated, he groans but he knows that mistakes happen at first.

-"okay! I got this..! I, live in a ru... Rur..." He quits, groaning again, "y/n!! You picked the hard one didn't you..?!" He exclaimed dramatically, hugging you by the waist, you chuckle and carefully pushed him away. "Its a simple sentence.. i live in a rural areas ruu-raall" you exclaimed, making sure to emphasize rural "Dont push yourself okay? Theres still time.." you say, turning around to sit on the chair.

-tsukasa read the post card over and over and over until he was sure he's right! She walks up to you, reading the postcard. "I live in a... Ru...rural area! I live! In rural! Areas!!" He exclaimed in a much more louder than before, you got up and started cheering him.

-"hahaha!! Told you y/n! I dont need extra days to learn yknow?! Im like a champion!" He says playfully, you chuckle at his joke "y/n.! My dear, thank you for helping me.. ehem!" He clears his throat, making you face him "y/n! You are a.. beautiful person!" He exclaimed, making you bug eyed.

-"eh?! Since when did you know how to pronounce beautiful..?" You ask, still skeptical but impressed. "I practiced some words on my free time.. my friend said beautiful was both hard and simple.. it was challenging too.." he sighs "but i did it!!" "Yea, yea.. im proud kasa..but please dont yell in my ear.." you winced "oh.. sorry.." he chuckles.

Rui kamishiro

-rui already knew english, in fact he was good at it, so there was no need for teaching.. though he is a bit teasy with his english

-when you when you talk to him in japanese, sometimes he'll randomly speak english.

-"そしてこの犬はずっとボールに向かって吠えていた！私はただボールを取って犬に渡した" you ranted, you see rui have the mischievous grin on his face. "Oh..? At a ball? Thats very silly" he responds, in english, you sigh, knowing he would do something like this.. "really? Do you want me to speak in english or what?" You ask in english "日本人お願いします。" He stated, nodding intently.

-despite being good at english, sometimes rui has a hard time saying english words, sometimes he gets the pronounciation wrong.

-when he does get it wrong, he gets all peeved.. he knows that you'll tease him about it, but if it makes you happy, he'll laugh along.

Akito shinonome

-akito isnt that good at english, nor bad at it? Hes just there.

-ofcourse, you taught him proper english, he's still kind of pissed that he needs to study..

-"ugh.. cant i just speak to you in japanese..?" He groans, looking at the paper in his hand. "Didnt you ask me to teach you english? You cant back out now.. we went this far.." you plead to him, he sighs and reluctantly nods. "Fine.."

-even though he hates studying, he's very eager to learn, he wants to communicate well and to make you proud of him!

-akito takes alot of time when studying, so learning a new language would take wayy too long, but eventually he'll get there

-"Hmm.. say this?" You hand him a flashcard, which says "今日は天気が良さそうだと思いませんか?". "Oh..! Uh.." he clears his throat, analyzing the sentence "do..dont you.. think the.. weather looks nice today..?" He mutters, sounding unsure, his head tilting, looking at you to see your approval. "Hm.. its actually "dont you think the weather is great today?" But i'll let it pass, same meaning" you sigh.

-akito was very happy to know he translated it well.. sure it was a little.. different than the one on the flash card but it still works!

-once he knows english that much, its obvious he would tell his friends first, to flex and all.

-"Thats great shinonome-kun.!" Kohane chirped in, toya smiles proud in akito for actually studying.. an chuckles while exclaiming loudly "haha! Are you gonna speak english for the rest of your life?" She teases, smirking while waiting for a response. "Hello no.!" Akito groaned.

Toya aoyagi

-toya's already good when it comes to english speaking, hes not fluent, but its understandable.

-he would sometimes mispronounce words or get the meaning of the words mixed up, so he was glad to have you by his side.

-he would sometimes ask for you to tutor him english, the complex part of english learning.. he sometimes finds himself enjoying these study sessions..

-once he was good enough at english, he wanted to thank you so he wrote you something..

-it was a love letter, all in perfect english, he knew that it wasnt that big but he wanted you to know how youre teachings are important.

-"I know it isnt much.. but i just want you to know that our study time together paid off.." he mumbled, looking down, once he looked at you, he saw how happy, shocked and gentle you looked, he smiled at you and pulled you into a tight embrace

-"small..?! This is way too big...!!" You exclaimed, pulling hum close with a sigh.

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!!Translated words!! (Translated by deepl!!)

"そしてこの犬はずっとボールに向かって吠えていた！私はただボールを取って犬に渡した" → "and this dog kept barking at the ball, so i simply took the vall and gave it to him.."

"日本人お願いします" → "japanese please.."

"今日は天気が良さそうだと思いませんか?" → "dont you thing the weather looks great today?"

[ganondoodle]

can you tell us more ab shargon’s kids?? :0

(sorry for the ... very rough sketch and probably unreadable text, struggeling alot with art atm ... still ..)

Thank you for asking!

Shargon has two young children, Jyothi and Tyura (forgive the weird names, made them when i was young and they are too ingrained now to change ..)

(Shargon is a single parent; demons do not have a gender/only one, all of them have the ability to bear children with an organ that sits right beneath the demonic heart, they also do not need a partner, they can just decide to have a child and trigger the process- while carrying they cannot shapeshift since an unborn demon cannot go along with that- genetics are usually not a problem since demons generally draw from a huge gene pool dating back eons; if they have a partner they will have to exchange some heartblood for the child to be a mix of both; growing a child is very energy draining and when carrying its not unusual for a demon to resort to consuming food, which they typically dont need to do; maintaining a certain energy level is very important since otherwise the risk of deformities in the child increases alot; a newborn demon (birth occurs through the mouth) has a few baby teeth with which to bite its parent/caretaker and feed on their demonic blood, it is not a requirement but many do since it accelerates their growth and can even out energy imbalances)

Jyothi, comparable to a 13 year old human, is a rather healthy young demon with alot of skill using elemental magic (wind in her case), which is why shes being taught by Lord Eadrya; Eadrya wants Shargon dead and regularly attacks him and although both of his children inherited his unnatural and hated/feared eye color, Jyothi stood up to Eadrya not knowing who they were at the time (and thus not their status and reputation) since Shargon lives extremely isolated- and even challenged them to a fight showing so much character and skill that Eadrya saw past her heritage and offered to teach her

The two get along well and she often sneaks away to find them bc she is so eager to learn and spend time with such a powerful and careless demon that everyone respects ... unlike her parent, who is weak, riddled with anxiety and hated by everyone, she still loves him of course, but the more time she spends away the more she adopts the way the other demons think and speak of Shargon

Shargon hates that she goes to them so much, mostly bc he is afraid they, and especially Eadrya, will hurt her or stop her from returning home, even with her special status bc of her talents, she still is his child after all; he does not and could not force her to not go though (a benefit is that she has been the only one besides Thor (Eadryas best friend) able to stop Eadrya from literally killing Shargon, as much as they are horrible to him, they do care alot for her)

(Jyothi has only started to grow her horns and her markings and colors will shift alot as she grows, as is typical for young demons)

Tyura, comparable to a 6 year old human, is much more like Shargon himself, very fearful and skitters away if theres anything they are unsure of, they are of the same elemental type as Shargon (lightning) but thus far has never used it beyond weak defensive shocks; they are also mute and have a deformed left hand likely bc Shargon was attacked and hunted for a long time while carrying them, thus not able to provide a stable energy level the other demons know of them but any attempt to get close to them has been prevented either by Shargon himself or .. Tyura fleeing and hiding (their body structure is also rather similar, the round shape is largely just fluffy feathers)

when Shargon is in the human world his children tend to stay with the only other demon he can trust (Ceryrion, an earth elemental and the chillest guy you can imagine), they dont like him much but love children and will happily go about their day while a little Tyura clings onto their back (though Tyura will absolutely dive back to Shargon whenever they notice his presence) both kids have been to the human world before but since it is very uncomfortable to be in as a demon he has only done so for them to meet Mori (Shargons human friend that lives .. illegally .. at the gates to the demon world) and avoided bringing them there otherwise

the time he is away has notably increased alot after accepting the deal with Zaphira (being her bodyguard .... 24 hours a day .. granted she did not know he had children, and also didnt know anything about demons but that she could use him to solve her problems)

here i go rambling again, i hope that gave you a bit of an idea of them ;O;

[cimmerian1275]

Did getting double mutated change anything about Donnie aside from his appearance? Like did it change his personality, tastes, fighting style, and the like? Or is he mostly the same but just with wings and a tail?

Eehehehehe so glad you brought that up!! >:D

FYI while reading this answer, keep in mind his brothers DONT KNOW about the secondary mutation (hes been keeping it secret for a bit). He has an effective way of completely hiding the new mutation and making himself look like normal 👀 but making himself look normal does come with a couple of consequences.

YES, yes yes yes there are other changes. His taste leans more towards meat now, well- as a softshell he probably already had a love of meat/seafood and similar things, but now its just a liiiiittle more noticeable. He probably likes chicken allot more rn, and the urge to bite his brothers is probably a little stronger too.....

Personality? Not so much, maybe an increase in "cat energy" but his personality already resembles your typical manticores so theres not much of an effect or change to that aspect xD.

It absolutely affected his fighting style, hes WAY tougher now and can take a hard hit and brush it off pretty quickly!

Also -> "In certain medieval legends, the Manticore is described as having nearly invulnerable skin, which makes it impervious to conventional weapons."

The battleshell isnt really needed for protection anymore since even his shell became tougher along with the rest of him. But now theres the challenge of hiding how much stronger he is in a fight when around his brothers, he doesnt want to tip them off because any questions that come close to the truth will make him fumble with an obvious lie, and then hes in real hot water if they start prying...

——————

He also does infact have new extra abilities/hidden changes that arnt visible, such as:

His tail is venomous ofc, and the spikes down his spine are not something you want to scratch yourself on....

Popular ability to note that manticores have a "man-eating hunger" which- probably wont change Donnie much when you think about it? Lmao.

"Manticores are often depicted as more intelligent than typical animals" he didnt lose his smarts when getting double mutated, thats for sure heheh.

Manticores have increased flexibility too, and Donnie definitely benefits from that! Thankfully being a softshell means his shell is already a little flexible, buts it even moreso now (and that lets his wings move around properly too)

Theres tons of miscellaneous manticore abilities he may or may not have, i havent exactly decided on them all yet. Hes not going to be jacked up on crazy super powers xD

I mentioned "cat energy" earlier, he may or may not be more inclined to chur and purr, and he gets very good at taking cat naps.

He can also breathe fire 👇 something he discovers much later on when he gets sick >:)

Just think about that for a moment... Donnie and the power to create fire... hm.

Hah.

[cringefail-clown]

Jakehal is very fun. But why dirkkri? I dont understand what's appealing about it :? confused

theres a lot of things i like about dirkri and honestly i dont even know where to start lmfao

first of all, and its mostly a funny reason - davekat on crack. like some traces of davekat are still there - the arguing about shit, stoic facade vs emotional mess, all the good stuff, but its also so much more exaggerated it makes it this much more ridiculous. gets even better when you consider them under the lense of swap aus like alphaswitch or tbau, where they land on the meteor together. theyre most likely hunting each other for sports by the year two

second of all, the funney. theyd be so fucking funny together. their smallest arguments would take like twenty pages of non-stop flow of red-orange text to resolve, and not because they came to a consensus but because some third party physically dragged them away from their electronics. it doesnt do any good, since it only gives them both time to think over new arguments to use, and theyre back at it as soon as they get their phones back. like if we had a tournament about which ship would do the most collateral damage to the overall group, i think these two would be Up There. karkat would gauge his eyes out from frustration, because now not only does he have to deal with his piece of shit, know-it-all other self, but now theres also Fucking Dirk thrown into the mix. their home life is absolute insanity, a small jab about the other forgetting to buy sugar once again devolves into a screaming match about the merits and flaws of communism or some other inane shit. and theyre doing it for fun, they enjoy debating with each other, because often times they have vastly different opinions, and comparing their beliefs challenges them intelectually and morally. from the outside perspective theyre one of the most dysfunctional pair in the paradox space, when in fact thats simply how they want their relationship to be, and it makes them better people overall.

third reason is that theyre thematically delicious. dirk is a control freak, micromanaging his and his friends constantly. hes terrified of losing control, but hes also desperate for someone to just tell him what the fuck he should do. dirk doesnt think he should be in control of others, because he believes hes a naturally evil person capable of horrible acts, at the same time he doesnt trust anyone else to get things done but himself. hes a whole collection of contradictions.

kankri desperately needs to be in control as well. hes constantly injecting himself into conversations he has no business being in, trying to find someone thatd listen to what he has to say. hes wants to guide others, but his efforts are flawed, because he doesnt listen to other perspectives - hes got tunnel vision, as he thinks hes the one in the right while everyone else is wrong or ignorant (cringefail seer literally). he doesnt trust anyone else to make decisions for him, and becomes defensive when he thinks others are attempting to coddle him. his ass was definitely culled on beforus.

theyre also both so fucking lonely. dirk conciously tries to put difference between himself and his friends, worrying hell "corrupt" them. kankri tries to connect to his friends, but his behavior alienates him from them to the point of no one except maybe porrim want to have anything to do with him.

my point is, kankri wants to guide people but has to learn to listen to others and reflect on his own flawed opinions. dirk has to learn to trust that people closest to him can get shit done on their own and loosen up, as well as realise hes not evil at the core. them helping each other out - dirk teaching kankri about different perspectives, kankri teaching dirk about letting others do their thing - is something i think about a lot.

also i like to think theyd spar for fun a lot as well. its not really a reason and wholly my own personal headcanon but i wanna mention it as well bc its so funny to me. i like the idea of kankris behaviour being a complete reverse of karkat - where karkat is all bark no bite and doesnt like fighting or violence, kankri puts up a front of the beacon of love and peace and tolerance, but in his free time he gets his rifle and goes shooting at the fucking squirrels or some shit. i think he wouldnt have the same qualms about strifing as karkat. like dirk would try to jokingly jab his finger at kankris side and he would just fucking flip him over his shoulder and onto the table breaking it in half, because he doesnt like being touched unexpectedly and by gods dirk when will you fucking learn. he goes from 0 to 100 real fast. its such a hysterical concept for me.

[the-s1lly-corner]

RAH KINGER X READER PLATONIC HC PRETTY PLEASE

I just really like kinger and like rah reader sees him as a father figure and the reader is kinda childish, rah i love kinger, just do whatever ill literally love whatever you write as long as it's platonic and with kinger :3 anywhizzle i love you take care of yourself byeeeeee

Father figure!Kinger x reader

Fighting demons (sleepiness and hunger( while writing this posts opening me thinks I'll hunt down a snack after writing this up

Episode 3 made me weep :(

Notes: reader is GN, platonic post, reader isnt written with any specific age in mind but they are written as on the younger side

CWs: none

you dont bring up how he keeps his eyes screwed shut when hes trying to talk to you about something more serious or trying to provide you comfort over something thats been upsetting you... but hes so adamant on it that you dont bring it up

on a lighter note he checks in on you after adventures- even if hes already a little scattered on the details he makes sure that youre doing decent

you both sometimes sit together and just talk

really about anything- a lot of it circles back to your shared interests though! he gets just as passionate about it as you, tell him everything! he wants to know everything there is to know about your interests!

in return he tells you about bugs and insects, from different behaviors and species to cool bug facts

naturally you both spend a lot of time in the pillow fort... he seems to be more... clear headed when spending time in it.... your conversations tend to me more heart to heart there-

of course he cares about you outside of it and shows that off when youre both tending to your day to day life- but hes more there when youre both in darkness

he does his best to cheer you on from the sidelines when he cant join you on something in an adventure- you always hear his voice above everyone elses

if theres ever a challenge in an adventure he always sticks by you- if you need to do it alone he makes sure to let you know how well you did once its all over

[cloggedarteri]

no matter the game

if theres shooting i know imma miss every time

but id like to think that arthur would be sweet enough to take some time out of his busy day to try and help with my shitty aim

so

♡arthur whos siting with hosea at the table just enjoying what little peace is left of the morning before everyone is up and active. both holding their respective cups, arthurs a coffee and hosea a tea. and both just watch out the corner of their eye, reader whos making their way back up from the pier, face sullen and feet dragging. you dont even seem to notice their eyes on you as you walk past them and into your tent

♡and hosea just sighs into his cup

"what was that about, they're usually more pleasant in the mornin"

"usually...arthur can i ask something of you"

"course, yah dont have to ask 'sea"

"before you go on your way, maybe think about taking em with you"

"ah id love to 'sea but-"

"i know-"

"you know how they are with a gun-"

"i know-"

"they's just as bad as sean and if we run into trouble whos gonna save em?"

"arthur. please. theres no one better equiped to protect someone than you...just give em a chance. maybe use some of that wisdom you got locked in there and teach em a thing or two. theyve already got the guts to practice, though it aint much helped...now they need some sorta...structure"

"i dont know"

"arthur"

"all right, all right"

"who knows. you might even have fun. ya heard of that? fun?"

"yea, yea"

♡hosea patting his boy on the back as a thanks and dismissal.

♡arthur who strolls up to your tent and nudges your still body to get your attention. its take a couple nudges for you to peel away from the cover of your bedroll.

"lets gets going. we got things to do"

"i dont want to"

"too bad"

"just let me sulk in peace arthur"

"now I cant let ya do that darling...now come on. we're burning day light"

♡and that is the beginning of your hang out with arthur

♡arthur and reader having the usual mid horse ride conversation, arthur asking reader how theyve been and how theyve been taking the new move and how hosea's been recently since theyve buddies as of late. and reader asks arthur about himself, about what hes been up to and whats been keeping him away from the camp so often.

♡reader asking questions to get to know arthur better. whats your favorite color, your favorite meal, your favorite activity when you arent working yourself into an early grave trying to provide for the gang.

♡arthur who gets a little overwhelmed by the personal questions being thrown at him that he cuts the discussion short and lead them to a quiet spot where they could practice.

♡arthur teaching reader how to properly hold the gun, how to hold themselves, how to breathe, when to fire

♡the practice itself taking a while to get right. reader hits some. misses most to be honest. but the eagerness they have when they do manager to hit their target makes arthur think maybe this entire outing wasnt a complete waste of time

♡arthur telling reader that in order for them to finish todays practice they'd need to shoot every target they see, no bullets wasted or theyd need to try it all over again. reader managing to shoot each and every bottle/target arthur set up and being all excited

♡arthur growing a bit of a fancy for reader but him not saying anything about it, for now its just his business that he'll think about when he's alone on the road again. reader being all cocky but arthur dismissing their challenge with a smirk and a tip of the hat. arthur over his shoulder ordering reader to hurry back to their horse so they could get back to camp before hosea notices you've been gone longer than usual

[r1999isgonnakillmeoneday]

i have been getting a tad bit too obsessed with reverse 1999 lately and compiled some stuff around might edit it if i find more

this yapping session will be abt sonetto

her name is deprived from a fourteen line poetry called the Sonnet while also having the meaning of “little song or sound’

her udimo is a dog called Cirneco Dell’Etna a breed that originated from italy as stated in her storyboard

she doesn't know her date of birth and uses the date of when she was adopted by the foundation as her birthday (January 10th)

she's 16 yrs old

she's speculated to be 5'3 ft or 160 cm

her compliments are so sincere that people are often too shy to face her (the rizzler)

back in SPDM she was worried about vertin's arcane skill exams and tutored her privately

a helper in the SPDM once found a challenge letter with pink heart patterns in the trash bin (might imply that the letter was from matilda to sonetto)

sonetto is an artist as stated in her 80% bond story and glassfeder's description

sonetto likes collecting newspapers and treasures them

every year she gets a present from vertin on her birthday which is mostly a collection of poems

it’s implied (this is really obvious) that she has a crush on the timekeeper/Vertin and has also been implied sonetto's va during the reddit Q&A

on her medal she has an embroidered dog on it (i just thought this was cute)

since she doesn't know much about the outside world or her culture she doesn't see anything wrong with pineapple pizza or gelato pizza for that matter (april fools and pizza hut collab comic)

she keeps a frog in a jar in her room

time for voiceline analysis

"Sempre caro mi fu quest'ermo colle.”

this quote is derived from the poem L’Infinito by Giacomo Leopardi in the autumn of 1819 the poem is meant to show how he yearns to travel beyond his restrictive hometown of Recanati and experience more of the world that he studied.

this can also show the way sonetto might have wished to see the outside world just as she studied on the textbooks

"Regna sereno intenso ed infinito.”

a line from the poem Mezzogiorno Alpino written after a short stay in Courmayeur, Giosuè Carducci reflects on the clear Alpine landscape, with the aim of highlighting the power of nature.

the trees stood as if to enjoy the pleasure of the sunlight penetrating their branches, absolute silence dominates, broken only by the rustling of the river water.

this might show how much interest and adoration sonetto shows towards things outside of the foundation

“So long lives this and this gives power to thee.”

a line from the famous poem Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare, where he used this poem to praise the beauty of his beloved where their beauty is more preferable than a hot summer day. theres a bit of a change in the lines "So long lives this and this gives life to thee." the original line used life instead of power, it wouldn't really make sense if they used life for a buffer it would've been more of a healing skill so i get it

(i actually don't know what link this has towards sonetto soo fun fact sonnet 18 was about a man)

"I know the moon and this is an alien city”

the line is derived from the poem A London Thoroughfare 2 A.M by Amy Lowell the meaning of this poem is the feeling of being lost in a busy city, expressing emotions such as loneliness and being overwhelmed and how the only thing familiar to the writer was the moon. (aight im sorry idk how to word this one again another fun fact Amy Lowell is a sapphic and likes to call her muse or lover Lady of the moon)

“Each moment, now night.”

One of the lines from the poem Night by Max Weber (not the sociologist, also not sure on what to write since i dont actually know what the poem actually means i like to think that its about the silence and darkness of the night to show loneliness)

so basically most of these references loneliness and adoration towards the things the writer wrote about which might link to how sonetto might feel adoration and curiosity for the outside world and how she might've felt lonely in the foundation after being closed off from the outside world

(sorry if some words might not make sense and for how many things i've kept blank i failed literature so feel free to correct me im always up for discussion, its funny the way i found out most poets are queer are because of this)

[omamorens]

Excuse me, I know it’s been a while since fantasy high junior year, but I was wondering if you had any thoughts or head cannons on Adaine and Oisín as academic rivals in senior year?

OH I HAVE LOTS OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM the lack of content has not stopped my brainrot (a curse or a blessing…. who can tell) but senior high inkblade thoughts coming right up

Nothing beats forced proximity. Wizard classes are notorious for giving out group tasks to mitigate the stereotype of wizard shut-ins

General student population has not taken kindly to TRG’s return… and they’re still pretty much approached with caution

Not TBK though. they dont gaf bout these kids

Especially not Adaine.

So if she happens to be paired/grouped with Oisin Hakinvar for a lot of the projects, she just learns to work with him in relative peace.

“Peace” being doing most of the work herself because duh. Who else can do anything better than she does?

But Adaine’s idea of “peace” hurts Oisin’s draconian sense of pride.

The second time it happens, Oisin finally gets the sense to tell her to knock out of it and include him in the work.

“Why? You’re already getting a free pass because of me. Just say your thanks and take it.”

“This free pass is gonna bite me in the ass.”

“You think I’ll snitch?”

“I just don’t like owing you anything.”

Their argument quickly escalates until the threats of violence have reached their wizard teacher’s radar.

Which was perfect. Now Adaine can actually complain and have her partner changed without whining or sounding like she was being difficult.

Too bad for her…

“I can’t do that, Miss Abernant. Mr. Hakinvar is the only one with comparable capabilities as you that if anyone else were paired with you, it would almost be like handing them a free pass.”

There was a compliment there somewhere but Adaine cannot be bothered to dig for it. Not when she was being compared to Oisin Hakinvar of all people.

In the end, Adaine didn’t get a change of partner and was left to deal with Oisin on her own.

Surprisingly, he was not that difficult to deal with. Misgivings aside, Oisin had common sense and worked on his parts well enough that Adaine had no problem with their output.

Doesn’t mean she won’t complain though.

This rivalry was a battle of wits mostly— who could create the most efficient spell? who could cast more practically? who wrote glyphs more intricately?

Wizard classes were also deeply twined together that it was hard not so be in the same class despite having different wizarding schools.

Which also presented arguments in theory and the nature of magic as they see and interact with it in their perspective.

In short, Oisin Hakinvar was a fucking challenge.

When you’re Adaine Abernant, you’re used to being the smartest person in the room.

Sure her friends were smart in their own ways too (Riz was inquisitively smart, Gorgug practically smart, and all her other friends were brilliantly talented), but all of them mostly did not care to have the scholarly aptitude and arcane awareness to actually challenge Adaine.

And honestly? Being the smartest person in the room was kind of dull.

Oisin just had to exist and change that, and now Adaine is both challenged, uncharistically motivated, and driven to come out as the better wizard.

Being the Elven Oracle does not matter when your opponent is an annoying dragonborn who only had comparable capabilities as you do after he killed some rats—

It was infuriating, honestly insulting, and most of all untrue.

Adaine will just have to prove it to everyone when she eventually graduates top of the wizarding class.

That will happen after she tackles the mysteries surrounding her senior year first because Of Course something had to go wrong and it was up to the Bad Kids to actually do anything about it.

No, she will not be distracted by this. She can solve a mystery AND be academically competent. Who do you take her for?

Oisin will have to pry the top spot from her cold, dead hands—

in my head, theres another pov of this from oisin’s perspective but this has gotten too long and i have uni to tackle first. i hope you enjoyed this hcs because i truly have daydreamed inkblade senior year in its full glory in my head at this point.

[issj1]

Okay now I’m really interested in seeing some Max X Michi content. <3 or some headcanon’s at least ;)

Now I definitely love you anonymous person who asked this💐

(forgive my ass lack of quick response).

Michi and Max's relationship is a committed one. At the beginning, they both decided to stay in each other's countries for a while to learn more about their traditions, ect and deepen their relationship. They also learned to speak each other's languages for better communication, although they are still improving on this.

They dont fight that often, just some arguments here and there like a normal couple, but never anything that would threaten the relationship. Maybe some things are said in the heat of the moment but its always forgiven.

Both are huge on communication, always a a call here a call there. Can't spend much time away from each other once they're back home, especially Max. But video calls are usually enough. Honestly it's like they cant get rid of eachother even if they tried.

Michi:

She loves skinship, and she always touching Max, above all hugs. She loves playing with his hair too.

She gives the most passionate kisses that knock the air out of his lungs. Let's say it is her favorite passtime when both of them are home and have nothing else better to do. And he still melts for it.

Michi is fucking smooth. She loves to get a reaction out of Max by seducing and making him blush (or challenging him and flirting with her back).

Loves cooking, especially if it's for Max. And she does it out of pure curiosity, so as soon as she learns a new recipe, she wants to cook for him (Speaking of cooking, they take turns sharing recipes and cooking for eachother).

Rarely ever gets jealous, but literally will not allow Max to be alone with certain people. And she gets irritated when someone gets handsy with him. Although she knows he can defend himself, she just defend him from time to time.

Will probably forget important birthdays and anniversaries. And when that happens she will be sad. But will casually make up for it with surprises and silent apologies.

Max:

Bro declared his love first (the others definitely didn't have to help him).

In the beginning he was snarky and somewhat cocky. He still is now. But he was trying to impress her. He really wanted to leave an impression and he of course succeeded.

Max can be the biggest softy ever. Then the next minute he can the cockiest shit ever. And theres no in-between.

Max thanks his lucky stars each night for Michi and that she still with him. This man is truly in love with her.

Max can say the cheeseist pick up lines ever and making her laugh. It's apart from his job, so of course he is so good at making women fall for him and Michi fall for it every time and he loves it. Most of the time he is giving her compliments in German.

He truly loves confidence. He thinks confidence is sexy. Either confidence in yourself or youre confident in something that you do he is drawn to that it attracts him. Confidence is key.

Like I said, Max loves talking Michi. Either in person, on the phone, texting, somehow he needs to know she is there. I feel like Max hasn't been in a long term relationship, so he wants to spend as much time as possible with her/listening to her.

He thinks Michi is too good for him, and he loves when she give him forehead kisses and play with his hair.

When it comes to Michi, he’s often chatty, talkative, and more open. He occasionally tells Michi about how his day went and asks her about hers then listens attentively while asking questions to keep she talking. He loves the way her expression lights out when she talks. He loves hearing the change of her tone whenever she feeling happy and seeing how her eyes sparkle at the same time. The only thought running in his mind is how he adores her so much and he will do anything to keep that smile on her face.

Besides, u got a sketch

[badlifedecisionshotline]

'~-<《Red Jasper》>-~'

-Red jasper is very, very dear to me because it perfectly embodies what my current diety is like/stands for -Evine/ihakow (info post on him in the future)

~|[STABILITY]| -Take a breather, ground yourself & new beginnings

Red Jasp. helps strenghthening your foundation in a way it helps you feel more/0 stable enough to start acting in your life. Working with it helps you take on new persuits (jobs, hobbies, + etc) with a calmer sence of mind.

~|[Calming effect]| -Fight off unnecessary stress and overthinking - resiliency

A way it does this is also via curige, and in order to feel that way, you must be confident to some extent in yourself (mainly your capabilities). So its hard to be that stressed all the time if you trust yourself that if anything bad did happen, you'll fix/overcome it. [And a general sence of self encouragement and comfort]

~|[Overcoming challenges]| -Physical and mental

Red Jasper is atcualy well known for promoting physical strenght, stamina, speed- Witch adds onto aiding in taking new persuits. Letting go of negative sexual experiences (working on SA trauma + shame & guilt), as well as allowing you to work on issues surrounding vonorability. ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT- Its known for protecting those who buy it from agressive or angry people.

[Not mentioned before because i dont feel good and probably wont for a while so here summed up whats left in my notes:]

- Endurance, resilience, empowerment, assertiveness, determination, curige, self-confidence (i know i mentioned some of these before- but putting them here because they all fit together well)

- Honesty, speaking your truth

- Creative solutions to problems (could be considered thinking outside the box)

- Aid in Dream-recall, clear mind during meditation, natrual cleanser

WOW THIS WAS A TON! I might even add more if i come across extra information- I just love this crystal ok? This is my dad but as a crystal (yes the, previously mentioned Diety)

Keep in mind theres many veriations of Red Jasper, im just mentioning the kind with nothing added (?) (Not sure how the others work)

[cheesemonky]

Chapter 5: Deeper Into the Forest

pairing: fairy!felix x fairy!reader

Series Masterlist

Word count: 1.5k

summary: A fairy gets their wings once they're 13. A normal one at least. You're 23, and still without any. This leaves you without a mate, because who would love a wingless fairy? So when you decide to leave, it's quite the surprise to find a fairy with a wing missing…

warnings: i dont think theres anything other than it being absolute word vomit and garbage, NOT PROOFREAD

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the holiday house, casting a warm glow over the room. You and Felix stirred from your makeshift beds, the events of the previous night still vivid in your minds. As you stretched and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. The mysterious clue in your pocket seemed to pulse with an unseen energy, urging you forward on your quest.

Heeseung and the other vampires were already awake, gathered around the ornate table in the centre of the room. The atmosphere was markedly different from the night before, filled with a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Heeseung greeted you with a warm smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"Well enough," you replied, glancing at Felix, who nodded in agreement. "Thanks for helping us last night. That clue we found… it feels important."

"It is," Heeseung agreed, his expression serious. "The journey you're on is not an easy one, but it's clear you have the strength and determination to see it through."

Felix looked down at the glowing rock still clutched in his hand, its light now a soft, steady pulse. "So, what's our next step?" he asked, looking around at the group of vampires.

Jay, the responsible one, spoke up. "The clue mentions 'those of green.' It could be referring to a group or an entity associated with the colour green. There are many possibilities, but one stands out: the forest guardians."

"Forest guardians?" you echoed, intrigued.

"Yes," Sunoo chimed in, his sweet voice filled with excitement. "They're ancient beings who protect the forests and all its creatures. They're said to have a deep connection to nature and are known for their green attire and abilities."

Felix's eyes lit up. "That makes sense! But how do we find them?"

Riki, the youngest vampire, grinned mischievously. "Leave that to me. I know a guy who knows a guy. We'll get you in touch with the forest guardians in no time."

As Riki set off to make the necessary arrangements, Heeseung turned to you and Felix. "While Riki handles that, we need to prepare you both for what's to come. The forest guardians are not easily convinced to help outsiders. You'll need to prove your worth and earn their trust."

You exchanged a determined look with Felix. "We're ready," you said, your voice steady.

Over the next few hours, the vampires helped you and Felix gather supplies and prepare for the journey ahead. They shared stories of their own encounters with the forest guardians, offering valuable advice and insights. Despite their intimidating appearance, the vampires proved to be kind and generous hosts, their initial theatrics long forgotten.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the forest, Riki returned with good news. "I've made contact. The forest guardians are willing to meet with you, but you'll need to travel to their sacred grove deep within the forest. It's a long and challenging journey, but I have no doubt you can make it."

Heeseung handed you a map, carefully drawn and marked with key landmarks to guide you on your way. "Stay on the path and trust in yourselves," he advised. "And remember, the forest guardians value honesty and respect above all else. Show them that, and you'll have their support."

With the map in hand and a renewed sense of purpose, you and Felix bid farewell to your vampire friends, grateful for their help and hospitality. As you stepped out into the cool evening air, the forest around you seemed to hum with anticipation. The journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but you felt ready to face whatever challenges lay in wait.

Together, you and Felix set off into the forest, the clue in your pocket guiding you forward. The path was winding and often treacherous, but you pressed on, driven by the promise of discovery and the hope of unravelling the mysteries that lay ahead.

“Do you think we can trust them?” Felix asked, glancing back towards the now distant house.

“I think so,” you replied, stepping over a gnarled tree root. “They helped us, after all. Plus, they seemed genuinely interested in helping us find the Heart of Eris.” Felix nodded, though his brow remained furrowed.

“I just can’t shake off how strange that whole experience was. I mean, vampires?” You chuckled softly.

“I know. It’s a lot to take in. But if we can accept that vampires exist, I suppose forest guardians aren’t too far-fetched.” Felix smiled at that, his mood lightening.

“You’ve got a point there. It’s just… this whole thing feels like a dream.”

“A very weird, vivid dream,” you agreed, sharing in his wonder.

As night fell, the forest came alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures and the rustling of leaves. The moon cast an ethereal glow over the landscape, illuminating your path and filling you with a sense of wonder. Despite the challenges, you felt a deep connection to the world around you, as if the very forest itself was guiding you towards your destination.

“Look at that,” Felix whispered, pointing to a cluster of glowing mushrooms growing at the base of a tree.

“They’re beautiful,” you murmured, pausing to admire the bioluminescent fungi. “It’s like the forest is welcoming us.” Felix knelt down, gently touching one of the mushrooms.

“Y’know, seeing things like this make me forget a little about how dangerous this whole thing is…”

“I know what you mean,” you said, crouching beside him. “But we can’t lose focus. You convinced me to help you with this mess, so you better not forget about it.” Felix stood, nodding resolutely.

“Right. Let’s keep moving.”

The path grew narrower and more winding as you ventured deeper into the forest. Trees loomed overhead, their branches intertwining to form a natural canopy that blocked out the starlight. The only illumination came from the moonlight filtering through gaps in the leaves and the occasional glow of phosphorescent plants.

“According to the map, we should be getting close,” Felix said, studying the parchment by the light of a glowing flower he had plucked earlier.

“I hope so,” you replied, feeling the fatigue of the journey beginning to set in. “I could use a rest.”

“Me too,” Felix agreed, his steps slowing. “But we have to stay alert. We don’t know what might be out here.” After hours of walking, you finally arrived at a clearing bathed in moonlight. In the centre stood a towering oak tree, its branches reaching towards the sky like ancient arms. Surrounding the tree were figures clad in green, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Felix grabbed your arm, his grip tight.

“This must be it.”

You nodded, heart pounding with anticipation. Or maybe it was the way his hand felt against the skin of your arm. “Stay close.” As you stepped into the clearing, the figures turned towards you, their movements graceful and fluid. One of them, taller than the rest and adorned with a crown of leaves, stepped forward.

"Welcome, travellers," he spoke, his voice a melodic blend of authority and kindness. "We have been expecting you." You and Felix exchanged a wary glance before stepping forward.

“We’re here seeking your help,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. The figure nodded.

“We know. The winds of the forest have carried your story to us. But tell us, what brings you to our sacred grove?” Felix took a deep breath and began to explain, recounting your journey and the clues you had uncovered so far. The forest guardians listened intently, their glowing eyes never leaving your face. When Felix finished, the leader of the guardians stepped closer, his expression thoughtful. “Your quest is a noble one. But to earn our aid, you must prove your worth. We cannot grant our trust lightly.”

“What do we have to do?” you asked, your determination unwavering. The guardian smiled, a hint of challenge in his eyes.

“There is a trial you must undertake. It will test your courage, your wisdom, and your heart. Only those who are truly worthy can succeed.” Felix looked at you, his resolve mirrored in your gaze.

“We’re ready,” he said firmly.

The guardian nodded. “Very well. Follow me.” As you followed the guardian deeper into the forest, the air around you seemed to thrum with ancient magic. The trees parted to reveal a hidden glade, bathed in the soft glow of fireflies and moonlight. In the centre of the glade stood a stone altar, inscribed with runes that seemed to pulse with a faint, otherworldly light.

“This is the heart of the forest,” the guardian said, his voice reverent. “Here, you will face your trial. Prove yourselves, and the forest will aid you on your journey.”

You and Felix stepped forward, feeling the weight of the guardian’s words. The trial awaited, and with it, the next step on your path to unravelling the mysteries that lay ahead.

“So travellers, are you ready to take on what is to come?”

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