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Going Home to Roost (DCA Harpy AU) Chapter 37

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Flying Changes - Chapter Four

A Nessian Equestrian Fic

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CW: Mentions of alcohol abuse and drunk driving, mentions of family members being hurt bc of addiction. Cassian is indeed an ass in this one. So is Mor.

“Look, Nesta. You got yourself into this. You’re the one who drove drunk to the cemetery last month where you knew your sisters would be there. It’s almost as if you wanted to be caught, falling into a trap they didn’t even set.” He shook his head, looking out the nearby window.

“You’re lucky you didn’t kill someone.” Eris huffed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I know I might be asking for a lot. But I can’t stand it here, Eris.” Nesta said, crossing her arms.

“You’re asking for something that I can’t do. The judge will not lighten your sentence. In fact she may double down. Or better yet throw you in jail.”

“Maybe it would be better.” Nesta mumbled.

Eris rolled his eyes. “My hands are tied. You put yourself behind that wheel. There's no excuse for that in this world.”

Nesta remained silent, her foot tapping against the table’s leg. The probation officer leaned back in the opposing chair staring.

“Sorry chick-a-dee. You should have known better.”

Her eyes raised until she met his gaze. Glaring from her silver blues to his browns. A smirk rolled with his lips. He leaned down, closer to Nesta. “Careful, pup .”

Eris shot a glare at the officer. “Watch your tone, Bellius. That’s my client you’re speaking to.”

Bellius lifted his hands up in mock surrendering. “Sorry, Eris. Bitch got my tongue and all.”

Nesta snarled shooting up from her chair, but Eris caught her wrists before she could do anything. 

He leant down to her ear. “If you want a punishment worse than what you have now, by all means, continue.”

Feeling Bellius’ stare, Nesta yanked her wrist from Eris’ grasp.

“I’m done for today.” 

Nesta marched out of the tackroom in a silvery blaze.

**

Bits of the citrus peel came under Nesta’s nails as she finished peeling the clementine. Eating one at a time, Nesta took out her phone, shuffling a playlist to listen to. Her head bobbed to “Stone Mother” by Joise & Laurel. The folky country music played in her earbuds where cellos and violins made art with their bows. Drums in the back and piano as the melody she sang along softly to the music. The sound helped soften her thoughts from earlier with Eris and Bellius. It was something she didn’t want to think about; how she ended up here.

Looking up, Nesta watched the horses from the therapy barn graze. By now she was learning who was who despite not working with them. The two terrasen cove horses were Sundrop and Starlight.They trotted around the area, playfully annoying one another. At first glance it wasn’t easy to tell who was who, but if she looked closely, Starlight’s forelock was a brownish color compared to the rest of his mane that was whitish blond like Sundrop’s.

Grazing near the pasture fence was the nidaros draught named Betty. Cassian mentioned he wanted to call her Betty Brown Eyes but everyone vetoed the name. The horse looked up, watching Neta. She could maybe see where Cassian was coming from, however she would not ignite that man’s ego.

The sun was setting in the late August sky as Nesta’s gaze traveled from horse to horse. It was so natural looking at them, studying their markings and their behaviors that she didn’t notice that different music was playing.

Until she heard the soft violins play the instrumental version of a song about a summer’s cruelty. Her eyes widened at the sounds as she remembered it all; riding Flame in the Grand Prix freestyle in her first Olympics at sixteen. Flame performed the piaffe gorgeously, his body in elegant trot. But what stole the show and earned them the bronze medal were the smooth transitions of the flying changes in his canter strides.

Naturally Nesta’s posture changed from muscle memory. Back straightened, eyes forward, hands steady. Her attention was solely on the music so her gaze unfocused from the world around her. Colors of the sky and grass and horses blended together. Her face stayed neutral as if she was still performing.

Then the music stopped as the wire to her earbuds were yanked. Startled, Nesta scrambled to stand, meeting blonde hair and glaring brown eyes. She stood up fully, tucking her phone back in her pocket, the clementine on the ground.

“Can I help you?” Nesta asked.

“You can help the ranch. Breaktime is over.” The woman said.

 Nesta recognized the designer logos on the woman’s outfit and accessories. Who the fuck brought Barbie Karen out here?

“Excuse me, but you don’t order me around.”

“I do when my cousin owns this ranch. I do when my best friend has had to suffer from not just alcoholic parents, but a sister too.”

Guilt slid right to her heart at the mention of her family. Shifting left, Nesta stared at the woman in front of her. She looked oddly familiar, remembering her on Feyre’s instagram. Ranging from posts featuring the City of Starlight to late night stories. Her stomach twirled with slight envy whenever they appeared on her feed. She raised an eyebrow at the woman as she tried to recall her name.

Michelle? Monica?  

Nesta glared. “I don’t know why you’re being such a busybody? And in any case, I follow Cassian’s orders.”

The woman glared right back. “Cass and Az went to the tack shop a few towns over to buy more feed or whatever.” She glanced down at her manicured nails before continuing. “It doesn't matter. Cass put me in charge of you. As a reminder, you were sent here to work. Not to look at ponies all day.”

The guilt dried out as anger brewed over it, swelling in Nesta’s stomach and mind. Her hands curled into fists. As emotions rose, so did the familiar wanting waves of liquor Nesta knew she should ignore.

“Fuck off.” Nesta snapped, her tone bitter to the bite.

The woman stood unphased. “Cassian mentioned you would be stubborn as Rhys’ mule. Get back to work, Nesta.”

Nesta moved back so she was leaning against the nearby tree. “I think I’m quite content to stay right here actually. And clearly you know me, but I don’t know you. Although you seem oddly familiar.” The desire to drink grew with every word she spat.

“I remember my sister hanging out with an alt-righteous bitch. Megan was it?” She spoke without missing a beat.

“It’s Morrigan.” The blonde snarled. “And last time I checked, the alt-righteous bitch was the one who almost killed her own sister by driving drunk.”

Time swirled as Nesta was no longer standing near Morrigan on that damn ranch. No, she was behind the wheel of her car, familiar blue eyes looking at her in fear, wincing for the impact to happen. The guilt rose and overlaid her entire soul as engine smoke blew into her lungs. 

Cold deadly rage bolted Nesta from the tree, her body barely inches from Morrigan.

“You know nothing about that day.”

“I know enough.”

The rage grew sorrowful in its course through Nesta’s heart. Her desire to defend herself lay defeated in between them. Nesta silently walked past Morrigan, bumping her shoulder with the blonde’s.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Morrigan called out.

Nesta stopped, looking over her shoulder. “I can’t stand you if I’m sober.”

She walked away, every step in wrath and grief. As Nesta came near the house, spotting a bay mare trotting around uneasily. Her body language came off as scared almost. Don’t I know the feeling?

Turning her head, Nesta continued walking down the dirt driveway making it all the way to the mailbox before turning on the two way road, heading to the right. Her phone was her only companion whose battery life ran dangerously low as the sky only grew darker.

**

Nesta was unsure how long she was walking for as she made her way down the road. The urge to drink was clutching her throat, needing the taste of smooth cold vodka. Her nails scratched her left arm, trying to suppress the urges that she fed willingly for the last several years. Body aches and a pounding headache merged not long after, her symptoms starting to come back in high tide.

Fuck that bitch. Fuck Morrigan. She doesn’t know anything. None of them do! Nesta thought to herself as her mind stayed focused on all of these thoughts. Her guilt had drained entirely but only to be replaced with anger. It was like this for years, no one knowing the truth, and Nesta knew she shouldn’t be surprised, but it bothered her. It bothered her to her bones, as they carried her trauma.

A car going the opposite direction came over a hill, its headlights blinding Nesta for a moment where she walked on the narrow shoulder. Large fields were all that she could make out as she stopped walking. A slow dread curled into the pit of her stomach. Where the hell was she?

She peered up to the sky, the once oranges and pinks and purples were now the shades of blackish blues. The sky was littered with stars, however their names she never could recall. Feyre was always good at remembering the constellations, their names and where they were in the sky.

The thought of her baby sister made the pit grow bigger, anchoring her to the stop. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to think of Feyre. Reaching into her pocket, Nesta drew out her phone that’s battery was at five percent. Panic strode deep within her, hands shaking. Quickly Nesta unlocked her cracked screen, moving on autopilot as she found the last number she called that was several weeks ago. The phone dialed, her anxiety growing.

I shouldn’t have called. She’s busy. She has her life. She doesn’t need me. But I–

“Hello?” A voice Nesta recognized far too well spoke on the other line.

Nesta struggled to speak, but her anxiety pushed through with a tail flare of courage. “Ellie?”

An old nickname for her first younger sister. Growing up they called each other Nessie and Ellie, a duo that survived their mother’s laws and father’s absences. The other day she didn’t want to think of her, but now she clung to her sister’s voice in this endless sea of darkness.

“Are you drunk?” Elain accused.

Startled by the accusation, Nesta’s pitch shot high. “W-what? No. Listen it’s a long story, but I walked off the ranch and my phone is dying-” 

“What!? Where are you, Nesta? What are you even thinking? Are you asking to join our parents now?”

Hurt slammed into Nesta like the wind was knocked out of her. But she pushed it down, all the way to the rage she grew familiar with living with. The rage everyone saw.

“Fuck you, Elain. I was just trying to talk to you.”

“Well excuse me for not knowing the difference. I don’t think I’ve spoken to you sober in almost two years, Nesta.” She sighed before continuing. “And the last several times you called, all you did was apologize to me while drunk.”

“You got yourself into this mess, Nesta. Figure out how to get back on your own.”

Her words ironically mirrored Nesta's conversation with Eris. Before she could hiss or cry out, the line went dead. Nesta pulled her phone away from her ear, the black screen filling the void. Numbly, Nesta walked, her anxiety and hurt and rage clung to the ground making her steps heavy as she pushed forward.

Her eyes stung with tears as Nesta continued walking. She sniffed, hoping to bottle these feelings away. She hated crying. Hated looking weak. Hated how she could be taken advantage of with tears. As sadness brewed into a simmering rage, she suddenly stopped. Lights of a nearby store shined, an open sign flashing in the corner of the window. Then it hit her.

“I also live down the road from the House of Wind. I run the general store down the way. If you make a right out of the ranch and keep going down, you’ll find my place eventually.”

Before Nesta knew it, she was running. Her lungs heaved at the sudden exercise as Nesta pushed open the door, almost falling face first into the wooden floor. Trying to regain her breath, Nesta gazed around the shop area. There was a counter filled with crops probably from local farmers. Nearby was an entire shelf dedicated to the local honey, ranging from honey in a bottle to honeycombs. On the other side was local pet food and toys. There were a few spots that held snacks and drinks for customers.

As Nesta approached the cashier counter, news clippings of barrel races that were so old the paper was an ugly hue of a brownish yellow. There were actual photos along with magazine cut outs. Then in an old wooden frame behind the counter was a photo of a woman who looked like Emerie. Her smile was big as she stood next to a bay colored horse. The horse wore western tack as it seemed genuinely content with the woman.

“We’re about to close, so make it fast–Nesta?” A voice came out from a nearby backroom. Her new friend stood with her hair in a braid like the other day. Emerie lifted the hatched to cut through to the store area.

“What are you doing here? I thought you said that you were…what’s wrong?”

Nesta shook her head, but felt the sting of water in her eyes threatening to fall. She rubbed her eyes roughly, pushing the tears away. She took a breath, then another one. Her hand still over her eyes as she spoke.

“I..I got lost.” She sheepishly shrugged. “Didn’t want to be alone.” She mumbled the last part.

There was weight on her free hand. Pulling the hand away from her face, Nesta cast her gaze downwards. Emerie’s hand laid on top of her’s.

“These roads can get pretty scary at night if you’re not familiar.” Emerie said, before pulling her hand away, ushering Nesta to the backroom. With a little encouragement, Nesta stepped forward going. Most of the room was taken up by shelves, back-stock items. At the end of the room was a desk with a computer and a phone.

“Make yourself at home.” Emerie pointed to a chair as she walked to the desk.

Nesta sat comfortably in the cozy armchair. It was worn down by the years with scratch marks and stains, but the golden velvet stood out like a sore thumb. It was the brightest item in the room, possibly on the store level. Nesta raised an eyebrow at the chair.

Emerie grinned at her expression. “I live upstairs, but sometimes I like to read down here when the shop is closed. My dad’s family has had this shop for decades. My mom helped with this store ‘til the day she died.”

Her brows furrowed, lost in a memory. A moment passed before Emerie spoke again. “He wasn’t a good father or husband, but that chair was the one thing he allowed my mom to have.” Emerie shrugged. “Having the chair here is like having her down here too.”

Glancing down at the chair, Nesta’s fingers traced the left armrest. Her gaze returned to Emerie as her new friend stared at her own tattoo on her arm. Emerie traced the words inked into her skin.

“It was something she said to me every day, even on the day she died. ‘I love you Emerie, more than the mountains, the moon, and Mars .’” Emerie’s voice cracked slightly when she finished the quote.

“I’m sorry about your mom.” Nesta’s mother appeared in her mind. Her stare mirrored Nesta's eyes, watching with unrestrained coldness. Rubbing her arms, Nesta tried to draw warmth from the friction of her hands.

“Thank you. Also I’m sorry, I tend to leave the AC blasting down here all of the time.” Emerie apologized as she tossed a blanket from a nearby basket.

Nesta caught the thow, noticing all of the different horses scattered around. A similar one flashed from a childhood memory. Quietly, she breathed looking back up.

“Is your dad still around?”

Emerie laughed, although there was little evidence of humor. “No. He died two years ago. Had a heart attack while running the store…When I found him.” Emerie tapped her fingers against the desk, shifting. “It was like a weight had been lifted.”

Nesta moved so she sat cross-legged underneath the blanket, mindful to slip off her boots beforehand. “I felt similar when my mother died. I was already traveling to shows by then, but when my dad called me to tell the news, I felt…I felt clear, if you ever felt that before.”

Emerie nodded. “I have.”

Standing up, Emerie opened the mini fridge near her desk. She pulled out two glass bottles that resembled beer. Nesta voiced concerns, but stopped short when Emerie handed one to her, a colorful label she’s never seen before. 

Cola Cold  - originally made Smite Hill.

“Smite Hill?” Nesta puzzled, staring at the logo.

“It’s a small town south of here. They’re not friendly, as you could guess by the name, but they make all sorts of craft sodas and strangely enough neat rabbit statues.” 

Emerie took a sip. “Their cola is far by the best in the world. And it’s a twist cap, so don’t even worry about asking for a bottle opener.”

Nesta hummed, twisting the cap off.

The first sip hit her with something fizzy, sweet, tangy, and maybe even citrusy. 

A small smile appeared as she took another sip.

“See? It’s good.”

“It’s fine.”

“Liar!” Emerie grinned.

The two smiled at one another, clanking their bottles together.

After a moment, Emerie asked. “You wanna tell me how you got here?”

Nesta took a sip of the soda. “Not really, I don’t wanna talk about me right now.”

Emerie didn’t push, taking the hint. Settling into her desk chair, she reached for a book near the computer when Nesta gasped.

“Is that The Seven Lords and Me ?”

“You know Sellyn Drake?” Emerie’s eyes sparkled with a devilish delight.

“I’ve only read that one from her. What else do you recommend?”

“Oh Nesta Archeon, you have no idea of the pandora box you just opened.”

As the truck turned off, Cassian had an uneasy feeling nestled inside him. Everything was fine up until Azriel and him were on their way back from the store for horse feed and other necessities for the barns. He spotted Mor’s convertible in the lot in front of the house. Grabbing the bags from the tailgate, Cassian began walking to the therapy barn first. He winced slightly with the added weight on his shoulder.

But as he walked, Cassian didn’t see the braided golden brown hair he’s grown familiar with over the last two weeks.The newest horse over in the corral was moving uneasily. She kept trotting and cantering, changing her gaits.

Where was Nesta?

“Cass?” A feminine voice called out. 

Cassian turned to see Mor coming out of the house.

“Hi Mor. What’s up? Have you seen Nesta?”

Mor picked at her nails. “You didn’t see her on your way home?”

“On the way home?” Cassian shook his head. “What the fuck happened, Mor?”

“I asked her to finish her break and return to work. It’s what she’s here to do after all. We got into a little spat, and then…” The words trailed off as her hands struggled to empathize. 

“Then what, Morrigan?” 

It was rare for Mor’s full name to be used within the family. It was even rarer from Cassian.

Mor disappointedly shook her head, caught off guard by the use of her full name. “I don’t know…She said something like going to drink or something. Then she just walked off the ranch.”

The world froze as Cassian’s mind went over everything that Mor just said to him.

“And you…You, you didn’t stop her?”

“I didn’t think she was serious and then 15 minutes went by, and…I’m not sure where she went...”

Panic rustled in his chest. “Alright, and you saw her walk out the ranch, not anywhere else?” He shifted, handing Mor the feed. “And here, put this food in the barn. Just leave them inside the feed room. I’ll get to it later.”

Mor grunted, the heaviness catching her slightly off balance. “Where are you going?” 

“To find Nesta. Unless you want to call Feyre on how you lost her sister.”

His friend quickly turned around, heading to the barn. 

His foot tapped, thinking.

Nesta couldn’t have gone far…Downtown is about a twenty minute walk from here. It’s the closest place to buy a drink.. 

Cassian pulled out his phone, calling her. It went straight to voicemail.

“Shit.” He dialed a second time, but was left with the voicemail again. He sighed as he stayed on the line.

“Hey Sweetheart, I don’t know where you are, but you need to get your butt back over here at the ranch…I’ll see you soon.”

His hand pulled at the ponytail from the half-up half-down look. Biting his lip, Cassian raced through his options. He could call the cops, but that could make everything worse for Nesta. And after her AA meeting earlier in the week, she seemed to be doing a little better. Was this all for nothing? His other hand hovered over Rhys’ name in his contacts.

Fear brewed as Cassian recalled that he had faced this before, losing someone out in the field during a battle. But what started as a rescue assignment turned into a recovery mission. The fallen soldier was eventually found far out west of the base. The state of his body…Cassian shook his head, not wanting to relive it again.

I’m not there anymore. He took a deep breath before running up to the house. As he ran, Azriel came flying out of the door.

“Emerie just called.” Azriel said, sounding a little breathless.

“Emerie as in Rip’s daughter, Emerie?” Cassian questioned.

“The only Emerie we both know who has the ranch’s number. Nesta’s with her.”

Cassian blinked, the shocked settling in. “She knew how to get there?”

Azriel shrugged. “Maybe Emerie mentioned it at AA. But we can discuss that later.”

The brothers hopped into the truck before taking off down the road.

**

The door to the truck flew open as Cassian jumped out. Standing on the store’s porch was Nesta. Behind her stood Emerie. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” Cassian shouted. Frustration and worried mixed, but it was only anger that dripped from his words. His gaze titled down, finding two glass bottles on the ground.

Cassian’s body shook, unable to hide his wrath. “You were drinking?!” 

Nesta looked down, not saying anything. Her arms crossed over her chest.

“Nesta, get in the truck.” Azriel called out, climbing out the driver seat. His black stetson hat blended with the night sky.

Nesta didn’t look back as she got in through the passenger door side, sliding to the middle. Cassian began to sneer when Azriel approached him.

Emerie glared at Cassian. “She was with me the entire time, Valyrian. She hasn’t had one sip. You know this is a dry store.”

Azriel nodded, picking up one of the bottles. “We would’ve smelled the alcohol on her. This is pop. She isn’t drunk, Cass.” His tone was almost a warning to his brother.

Cassian wrestled trying to find the right words. His ears shaded pink in embarrassment.  “I’m sorry, Emerie.” He stood as the regret of his words sunk deep. “Thank you for looking out for her.” He spoke gently to Emerie. “I’m sorry that I yelled and accused her of drinking.”

Emerie rolled her eyes. “I don’t care that you yelled, I care that you accused my friend. And more importantly you should be apologizing to her. Not the other way around, General .” Cassian’s old nickname from high school rolled off her tongue like it was nothing.

Cassian mumbled, agreeing with Emerie before he and Azriel got back into the truck.

The truck ride home was the most silent 2 minute car drive Cassian had ever been on. Not soon enough they pulled up onto the long driveway. Cassian didn’t spot the red car in the lot anymore. Mor must have left then. Probably for the best..

The three left the truck. Nesta stormed away, heading to the house. Cassian started to follow, reaching for her hand, but Azriel stepped in front of him, blocking his path. At this angle he could see the slight differences in their height.

“Leave her alone tonight. It’s been a long day for everyone. Talk to her in the morning.”

Cassian sighed, his anxiety spiking. 

“Let’s take care of the horses for now. It’ll distract you.” Azriel moved past him, but soon turned around. 

“You may also want to take your lessons and learn from them. Whatever you said about the damn horse in the corral, apply it to Nesta. She’s not broken, but no one becomes an alcoholic for shits and giggles. You of all people should know that.”

Cassian grimaced, the toll of his emotions from the evening wearing him down like rocks under water. He felt his brother’s hand on his good shoulder.  

“Let her come to you, Cass. When she’s ready.”

“When did you become the smart one?” Cassian questioned, cocking his head to the side.

His brother let go of his shoulder, heading towards the barns.

As Azriel walked he called out. “I have two very idiotic brothers. Someone has to be the smart one out of the three of us.”

Cassian agonized replaying the moments with Nesta in his mind. The emotion was so much, the dull familiar pain in his shoulder ached. He groaned, massaging his bad shoulder. The chronic aching had returned like clockwork. 

Glancing up the meadow of stars above him, a soft voice called out from his memory. The voice felt almost like it was from a different lifetime, combing through the ridges of his childhood.

“Today was bad, Cassian. But that means tomorrow can be better.”

Cassian turned, his gaze settling onto the mare in the corral. She wasn’t pacing as much, but she refused to stand still. Her big brown eyes watched him, as if something or someone was communicating with him.

“And if the next day is bad, you don’t give in. Keep reaching for tomorrow.”

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This was a whole lot of fun to read!!

@ravenwriter16, you did a wonderful job recreating my aus and how they would interact with the archivist. I was definitely surprise that you would pick a fight with Roxy! I'm guessing that's something you wanted to do for a while, right? 🤣

And the room is wonderful. Like a dream come true. 🤩

I feel honor to a part of your creative process and am I still enjoying the rpg asks you've been sending.

Now you better get back to peeling those alien potatoes. We still have many bags to get done before mealtime.

Creative Minds Think Alike!

Episode 1---Episode 2---Episode 3

Featuring the amazing: @amymaleneart

Reminder! If the content creator doesn't approve of how i represented them, or their AUs/OCs then I will edit my work or DELETE it. It's not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators!

I do not beta read! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

I hum a random Disney song to myself while I finish up preening my wings. I grunt when I untangle and pluck a few of my downy feathers. Holding the offending feathers up to my face I narrow my eyes at them.

I exam each one before selecting a couple to keep, tossing the rest into the bag hanging by a hook nailed into the side of my desk.

My hands smooth over my preened wing before the whole thing shifts back behind my back. I roll my shoulders, getting comfortable. I hold the smaller feathers in hand close to my chest as I lean back in my spot on the windowsill.

It was a very relaxing day today. A few complaints here and there from Residents, a couple certificates stating new worlds starting up, and some even came over and registered their OCs. Very easy paper work, so easy in fact that I had handed the reigns over to my little servants.

The robots handling the records after some sprites review them for any falsities or spelling errors. A small Mothman wearing reading glasses was signing documents in the corner. Whenever one of my servants finishes a document, record, or more commonly a letter, they wrap the parchment up, tie it with a strand or ribbon, then hand it off to my messenger ravens.

I open the door with a small smile as one of said ravens waddle up to me. I nod my head in courtesy as it takes to the skies. A small white roll of paper tied to its leg.

I hum and get to my feet, stretching while I suppress a yawn. “I should do some work to pass the time…”

Looking down at the feathers in my hand an idea comes to mind. Snapping my fingers, two plushies encased in a green light float over. They weren’t sewn shut yet, so it made it easier to deposit equal amount of the feathers into each of them.

I wave my hand and they seal with magical thread. I grin and hold out my palms. The green fades from them and they drop into my awaiting hands. Two Squishmellow-like plushies, with one looking like a cute frog the other a baby bat.

As I head to the door with the plushies in hand, a couple pixies fly over with my cloak, my Archivist coat of arms pin, and side satchel. I thank them, taking each object one by one.

They bow, giggling as they head back to their cleaning tasks.

I eye them suspiciously but end up just sighing and heading out. It was noon right now, and I take a few steps away from my mushroom before stretching my wings out fully. I hum in content before folding them back up and heading down the cobblestone path to the Castle.

I wave to castle workers, mainly gardeners currently, and to creators who happen to be out or were tidying up their houses. It was a peaceful day…

Which made it a very boring day…

I sigh and fold my hands behind my head as I walk, biting the side of my lip slightly. “I know I need to protect this place from thieves and assassins…But I could really go for anything like that right now…”

Hmmm…

When in doubt, head to the art room!

Now here’s something you must understand about the Castle’s Legendary Art Room. It is HUGE!!!

Of course it has to be, with all the creators here who uses this room and its materials for their own enjoyment. It was like a grand extravagant ballroom but with multiple floors connected by floating stepping stones. The room having enough space for canvases of any size. You can find whatever color paint you could think of and a plethora of brushes, paints, markers and pencils.

If you choose a spot to use and want privacy, you can even raise up walls that block everything out. There you could change your surroundings, add music to help you to focus, and even the smell to suit your tastes.

Already there were a bunch of creators, some taking a little snack break and sitting at the tables in the middle of the room. On either side of the walls were a few boxes and opening areas in use. The sunlight falls in through the glass ceiling, providing a comforting warmth.

A few people pass by me, either carrying their new creation out of the room, or hurrying into the room with a huge smile on their face that gave away their excitement to start on a new project.

I head into the room, arms falling to my sides and wings folding in closer to my back, not wanting to knock anything over.

I reach an open wall on the first floor. A small easel with a blank canvas is positioned in front of a simple wooden stool. On a small table near the canvas was a simple six well pallet, three already filled with simple green, red, and blue. Next to it was a small tin can, with paint splatters all over, which was filled with paint brushes.

I grunt softly as I take a seat on the stool, my wings draped behind me and on the floor. Lucky it the floor looked newly cleaned, so I didn’t worry too much about dirt getting on my freshly preened feathers.

I sigh and eye the brushes. A flat acrylic brush with white bristles stands out. The white wooden handle covered in splattered paint of various bright colors, most of yellow. I reach into my bag and pull out white fingerless gloves, making sure they stay tight around my palm as I slide them on. Then I snap my fingers and my wings melt into my shadow. My clothes turn white and my leather bag becomes a light beige, slightly fuzzy material.

Now prepared, I reach over and lift the brush I was looking at earlier. It feels rough and light in my hand.

I dip the brush in the green paint and lift it to the canvas. It’s sloppy and I think I made it too small, but I enjoy myself as I paint a simple door. I finish up with a small circle that made up the knob and then I set the brush down.

I can’t help but smile and wiggle un my seat in excitement as I lift my fist up to the canvas. I knock on my painted door, green staining my knuckles. I pull my hand back and wait.

I hear the sound of the keys jingling, then metal shifting against metal, then the door knob turns. The door slowly opens and a bright light greets me.

I laugh as the light becomes blinding. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I get tossed into a room, landing roughly on my bottom. I yelp and groan in pain while standing up and rubbing my back side.

“Oww~…Forgot about the rough landing…” I grumble.

The room I was in was white and bright. No shadows around expect for my own under my feet. I dust my pants off, making sure I still have everything on me. I straighten up and take a deep breath.

What happens next is going to be a tad difficult but nothing I haven’t managed to do before.

I plant my feet down fully and flex my hands into fists then relax them. I repeat this action while taking a deep breath.

It all happens so quickly. A bunch of bright and popping colors start splatting on the white walls, floor and ceilings. It was strange yet amazing to look at.

Though there was the usual itch at the front of my mind that told me to move, I knew it was better to just let it happen and go with the flow of colors.

Moving one foot in front of the other, the splatters start to actually form real illustrations.

Soon I was under a bright blue sky with a couple white clouds. I smile as a small breeze blows by, rustling a few trees nearby. A multitude of flowers surround me, scattered around these grassy hills that made up this strange painting-like world.

Everything seemed to be painted into existence. While I walk, paint squishes underfoot. Splattering on and staining my white clothing. Seeing some brighter flowers in the distance and up a small hill, I break off running.

Laughing as I’m covered in paint.

When I reach the top of the hill, I spread my arms out and take in this world’s sunlight. Covered in bright pinks, reds, yellows, blues, and greens.

A long and high whistle draws my attention. I look around, holding my hand over my eyes as I scan the fields.

I smile when I see a familiar yellow Fox Fae waving excitedly down the way. I wave back and start my descent down the hill. I lose my footing and start tumbling down instead of the graceful run that I had envisioned.

I hit the bottom in a face plant. Groaning in embarrassment when I hear the fae give a windchime like giggle. I hold up a finger, face still planted in the ground.

“Not…a word…”

More laughter than something poking my head. I look up and meet a green and blue gaze. Her yellow, gray, and black fur puffing out as She keeps trying to contain her laughter. She wears her usual blue overalls with the multi colored sleeves and legs.

A big bushy black tail, which had yellow paint coating most of the tip, swings happily behind her. Her ears pull back slightly as she covers her mouth.

“Oh ha, ha. Yeah, laugh it up.” I halfheartedly scold.

After getting back to my feet. I take in the giant colorful splatter all on my front and probably on my face as well. I gesture to my messy cheeks and raise a brow.

The fae giggles again, holding out both her paws. The yellow pads on her left paw turn white and she dips her right clawed index finger. It becomes coated in paint and she begins drawing in the air.

I watch and hold out my hand underneath the magical drawing. She pulls back with a smile and snaps her fingers. A handkerchief falls into my awaiting palm.

“Thanks, Color.” I wipe my face off with the offered cloth while the Fae nods her head happily before turning around and heading back to her easel and canvases.

I pull the handkerchief away enough to get a peek at the already completed sixty-four paintings. Yes, I counted them…I WAS JUST CURIOUS!!!

Anyway…Twenty-two of these canvases have the familiar blue and yellow aliens with their little human pet. I smile, laughing evilly but quietly so Color won’t hear me. Both Veterinarians were really nice and Stardust was so cute when they found out I could understand them.

Color scolded me though for teasing them…So of course I’m gonna do it again today!

Tucking the dirtied hanky into my satchel, I walk over to stand behind Color as she works on her newest painting. It was still in the beginning phase of her creative process, but I could already make out two VERY worried aliens and a very loopy looking Stardust.

“Painting #23 looks great, Color. Though, I expect nothing less from a talented Resident such as yourself!”

Color nods her head, claws flying over the canvas with such ease. She pulls back from the finished product and holds her chin, tiling her head. I watch as she turns her gaze to me and gestures to the painting.

I blink owlishly at her before something clicks. I smile and the feathers in my hair start to puff out in excitement. That’s all she needs as she grabs my arm, fur glowing a bright yellow as she jumps into her painting, with me screaming in confused delight behind her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ship was pristine and busy. Species of all types in various uniforms pass by the two of us. To fit in better, I had allowed my wings to come out once more. Color walks next to me, leading the way.

A few people recognize the emblem pin on the strap of Color’s overalls. Color was not only the creator of this world, but she was also the Head Chef on this ship, making food for both Alien and Human alike. I watch as she smiles and waves at people she knows, my eyes wander to her new pair of arms that she made of paint.

I snicker and look down at my own arms, only the one pair. I was glad I could play my whole appearance on being from a distant planet. Color helped me with that when I first met her, letting me volunteer at a human shelter for a while so I could better integrate into this world.

“Miss Color!” I look up to find a white-feathered Cosmodian wearing a pink uniform walking towards us. She had a sash around her chest that was bulging with two wiggling bumps.

Color beams and waves at the ship’s head scientist. As Dr. Chica Cygnus walks up, Color starts doing her usual sign language. Luckily, with a little translation spell, I could understand her like everyone else on this ship…with some extra words that the signs couldn’t express.

-Hello Chica! How are you?-

“Just dandy! These two little sweeties are so well behaved!” She pats the sash and two cute little chubby faces pop out.

I gasp and try to keep my squeal to myself as I fish out the two plushies. Color smiles and pets the yellow and white/blue heads. The harpy toddler versions of Sun and Moon chirp, Sun’s blue eyes sparkling as he almost jumps out of the sash, while Moon’s red eyes only peak out from the fabric.

Color keeps Sun in the sash, Chica and her fussing and lightly scolding him, while I put the small plushies into the sash.

Sun immediately dives after the frog while Moon raises the bat and starts to chew on its head. I smile then look to Chica, “Giving their Caretaker a break?”

Chica nods, “Poor thing is working so hard. Thought ze might like a small breather!”

-That’s really sweet of you Chica! When I get back I’ll do a little check in with ze.- Color signs, giving one last scratch to both the harpy chicks, who purr in response.

“Miss Color?” a familiar voice calls out, drawing our attention down the hall.

There they were, Dr. Sunafetia Obqaurtz, Dr. Moontiedea Obquartz, and Captain Dawntitus Eclipseso. All looking profession in their uniforms, and looking very cute with their fluffy ears. I could just reach up and run my talons through the fluff all day—,

I clear my throat and look away while Color and Chica greet them. Chica gives a small bow before taking her leave, cooing at the two little bundles of feathers and happiness as they play with their new toys. I stop her subtly and place two more of my longer and softer feathers.

I say a quiet thank you before turning my attention back to the conversation color was having with the three boys.

Dr Sun was smiling, cradling a small form close to his chest, “It’s so good to see you again, is everything well?”

Color nods her head, ears happily twitching. -How’s little Stardust?-

“Not so good, I will admit,” Sun looks down at the little human in his arms with small pink, star-shaped scars all over their skin. They whine and nestle their nose deeper into his fur. “Poor thing got into Monty’s medicine. But after they sleep it off, everything will be fine.”

I snicker, very happy with the whole situation. Last time I was here , the little brat that Sun was holding, threw their lunch at me, bit me, and thought it would be funny to toss their toys at me in a nice game of catch…but only with my face.

Don’t get me wrong! I do hope they get better and I understand that they were forced into this. They were fun to hang out with and I…kind of deserved all their onslaughts…

Color and I can understand human speak as well as Cosmodian tongue. So, I might have…teased Stardust with it for a while…

…

IT WAS FUNNY!

Moon spares me a glance, raising a brow, “Miss Raven. Fancy seeing you out here.”

“Oh uh…Yes, I’m here because Ms. Color invited me over for…” I spare her a glance, “Tea?”

She snorts, covering her mouth, her ears shaking. She calms down and raises her arms, -I wanted to show her around the ship a bit more. Were’s the harm?-

The Captain rolls his eyes, all of his ears, folding back slightly as one of his canines peaks out from his lips. “The harm is, last time you brought this certain Cosmodian, it resulted in an all-out brawl with her and Private Lunesetia. Which ended with both of them in the infirmary.”

“Great job by the way.” Moon comments and I smirk. Sun was trying to hide his amusement by checking on Stardust.

“Not helping.” Eclipse growls.

I hold up my hands, “With all due respect, she had it coming.”

“Really?” He crosses his arms, “And why, in the great abyss, is that?”

I look to Color for help, eyes pleading.

She raises a brow, a mischievous smile splitting her lips as she takes a step back, her tail happily swishing to and fro behind her. Her yellow fur gaining a pinkish hue, reminding me if a sunrise. My wings puff up in surprise before my gaze darts back to Eclipse.

Sun was now standing to the side with Color, Moon joining them as well, leaving me alone to have a stare-off with Eclipse.

“Traitors…” I mumble, blowing some hair out of my eyes.

“I’m waiting.” Eclipse steadily taps a finger against his arm.

“Okay so uhm…funny story actually—,” I fidget with my hands, rubbing the leather of my gloves. Why was this feeling like I was getting scolded by a parent.

“YOU!” a shrill voice shrieks.

Color flinches, ears twitching irritably, in fact, all of the four Cosmodians present fold their ears back. My wings jolt up, spreading out and hitting a poor cleaning bot. Slamming the poor thing to the ground.

Before I offer my apologize, a gray blur charges towards me. I yelp and grab both the oncoming fists, making sure to keep a steady hold on them. I slide back a bit, the force almost knocking me off my feet. I grit my teeth and look up at the offender.

My green eyes meet burning yellow eyes. I grunt and take in a sharp inhale, “Heya Roxy! How’s it going? Lip feeling any better—,”

“SHUT UP!” She growls, spinning me around.

As I’m turning, I shoot a glare at Color, once again asking for help. But she was holding Stardust now, rubbing their hair while giving me a coy grin, her fur bristling.

“You’re evil!”

Moon raises a brow, “The Private or Ms. Color?”

“Both—?”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” Roxanne yanks one of her fist away from my grip. She rears it back before sending it hurtling towards my jaw.

I barely have time to dodge, releasing her other hand. She’s slams on the floor, face first. I shout as I tackle her, keeping my weight on her to pin her down. Ny wings were very helpful in that regard, adding more weight.

She growls as I grab her arms and pin them on her back. She twists and turns, trying to snap her giant teeth at me.

My chest rises and falls as I greedily gulp down air. Roxanne, though a jerk, was a worthy advisory in combat. I really need to brush up on my training.

“Yield?!” I ask.

“LIKE HELL I WILL—,”

“Enough! I will not have this on MY ship!” Eclipse’s booming voice causes both of us to still.

Moon and Color snicker while Sun, covers his mouth. But his flapping ears give away his real feelings towards all of this.

“Raven, get off the private, NOW.” Eclipse levels me with a hard stare as I climb off the gray Cosmodian.

Roxanna scrambles to her feet, giving me a stare that screamed murder. Then she dusts off her red uniform, growling slightly at the massive boot print I left on the side.

“Private, you were out of line—,”

“WHAT?! BUT SHE—,”

“Was doing NOTHING that warranted you charging at her.” Eclipse takes a step forward, his tall stature dwarfing both of us. “You’re already on thin ice already! I ordered you to stay in my office while we went to fetch human 411811*13112-8.”

“I received no such order from you, Captain.” She puffs out her chest in defiance, though I could see the slight tremor in her form as Eclipse flexes his hands in an attempt to calm himself.

I balk at her boldness, eyes darting between Eclipse and her while my mouth hanged open.

Before Roxanne can make her situation worse, Color steps in. Having handing calming blue to Moon, she was free to use her hands. Her colors changing to a calming mixture of blue and green.

 -Captain…if I may be so bold?-

Eclipse looks down at her, eyes losing some of their fire now that they aren’t directed at me or the Private. He takes a deep breath, “You may.”

-I would like to be in charge of their punishment. I can assure you that this won’t happen again.-

“I’m not so sure…” Eclipse looks over her and straight at us. The wolf and I flinch, then shuffle away from each other.

-Trust me…-

Eclipse sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fine…You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

He then waves to us, “Be my guest, Ms. Color.”

Sun chuckles while Moon grins. The oldest of the twins lets out a whistle, “You guys are in for it now~.”

She smiles and turns around. She spares a glance at me, and upon seeing the evil twinkle in her eye I’m suddenly very afraid. She turns all her attention to Roxanne.

-Private. You will help the cleaning crew with caring for uniforms for the rest of the day

“WHAT! ARE YOU SERIOUS—,”

“Private!” Eclipse warns, making her shrink into herself slightly.

Color just raises a brow, a small streak of red piercing through her calm greens and blues. -I hope this will help you reflect on the error of your actions today…-

Roxanne growls lowly, clenching her paws into fists. She turns tail and storms off, her stomps booming thanks to the sound echoing off the walls. Her tails swishes angrily behind her.

Color smiles then looks at me and I flinch, a shudder going down my spine.

As an Archivist I have a sort of…Spider Sense so to speak. I’m able to sense a Creator’s Aurora, a small pulse of otherworldly power that ebbs out of their body. Every Aurora feels different, unique to its user.

Color’s—Amymalenart’s Auora felt like invisible feathers flying through the wind, soft enough to tickle. Though as her stare continues to linger on me, I could feel the wing pick up, making the feathers slightly sharp as they fly over my skin.

My own feathers bristle at the feeling.

I swallow the lump in my throat. I wish they taught me how to deal with handling these type of things when I was back at the Academy.

-You…will help me in the kitchen!-

I blink, my wings stilling. “That…That’s it?”

“Boo…” Moon voices, yelping when Sun elbows him, reminding him to behave.

Sun steps up to Color, who gives him a warm smile. The yellow Cosmodian gives a small bow, “Moonie and I will take our leave now. It was nice seeing you again.”

Moon rolls his eyes, rubbing Stardust’s back as he begins walking away. When he reaches my side, he leans in slightly, “Next time, put more strength into your grip.”

I give him a pointed look. Of course he would want me to get into MORE trouble…

Sun pats my shoulder when he also passes me, giving me a reassuring smile. The brothers turn down the hall, removing themselves from view. Eclipse steps between me and Color.

He folds his hand behind his back, “Behave…BOTH of you.”

‘Fat chance…’

I roll my eyes mentally while I assure him I won’t and Color does the same. He gives us a look that said he didn’t believe us, but sighs tiredly before leaving, following after his younger brothers.

I let out a sigh myself, “That was a lot…”

-You’re not done yet~.-

I eye her, “Well I know I have to help you in the kitchen, but like…only as a taste tester right? Or helping you cook something?”

Color lets out her usual chime-like laughter. Her magic wavers and I see her human form. Blue hair framing pink glasses. Her black and yellow sweater having a few paint spells. She wipes a tear from her eye, her fae form returning.

-Hardly! I received a shipment of…We’ll say potatoes. AND THEY WON’T PEEL THEMSELVES!-

She snatches my arm and drags me to the kitchen. I groan which she ignores, laughing. I can’t help but laugh as well, Color’s joy contagious.

I shrug, resigned to my fate of peeling alien tubers with my colorful friend.

Guess I’ll have something to do today after all…

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Episode Three is completed!

I want to say my most gracious thanks to @amymalenart! Thank you for letting me write your AUs and you amazing Fae-sona.

And thank you for roleplaying with you on your blog! I've been having so much fun!

Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed it as much as i had writing it!

Have a Fantastic day or night!

[mewpirate]

A few general starson headcanons !

I am SOOOO NOT NORMAL ABOUT him

- he really likes mac and cheese , it's one of the foods he only wants to eat .

- other foods that he really likes to eat is pudding, strawberry cheesecake , and bell peppers

- he's a picky eater , probably because of poor dieting from Milo because Milo was also a picky eater.

-blasian , specifically Jamaican and Chinese

- 6 years old

- he really picks things up from Milo, that includes swearing and picky eating , along with being a little abrasive .

- he does have a few nicknames given by the crew , like Chick pea , little cancan (a reference to the yellow canary bird) , Goldie , Sunny boy , swine (NAME GIVEN BY HORACE IM SORRY LMAOOOO) , Stella ( y'know how some parents misname you like that when they're busy? That's what Milo does) and Starsy

- unfortunately he finds Milo has a older - brother / father figure since he never had a father .

- he does view Sariah as a "substitute mommy" but nothing can top his real one

- speaking of parents , His mummy is a star goddess (I've posted about her before) . Starson talks about her A LOT but most of the crew thinks hes lying or showing off , right until in an unaired episode where the Jolly hounds went to space and explored the galaxy ( this was inspired by that one deleted concept of Snow White and the prince dancing on a cloud with stars)

- he crash landed onto earth as a baby . The crew took him in .

- I'll explain this as best as I can, his appearance is like a half-moon half sun . Idk just think of Sundrop .

- I took a little bit of inspo after hearing @candle-cove-character-requests 's headcanon that starson is similar to a starfish. I like the idea that starson literally HATES sea stars/starfish , he finds it uncanny valley . (Kinda like that one video where a cat gets scared of a badly made plush of said cat) He does calm down about their appearance in later seasons , but he still feels like really uncomfortable when they are mentioned . He views them as a distorted , ruined version of the night stars. He hates how they feel hates how they crawl (tbh he's right though they are genuinely scary when walking in full 2x speed and a buuuuunch of sensory issues . Milo calls him Starfish / little seastar to annoy him .

- since he is the only black crew member and the other crew members either don't know how to handle his hair type or they don't care in general his hair gets a little matted and tangled unfortunately 💔💔💔 he keeps it under his bandana

- he's a little sleepyhead from time to time during the day , he usually stares out into the windows at night , thinking of his home world.

- he and Kimothy are a silly goofy duoooo I cannot quit thinking about them this duo needs to be normalized they are toy-box coded especially the songs best friend and ET and that one " i am both beef bastard everyone knows I am the ultimate master !" Song by Neil cigara or whatever I can't spell

- after he was killed by Milo he woke up back into his homeworld with his mama 💔💔💔 but in a lil ghost form since star people come back into the sky after they died on earth (IF they are on earth) .

- poor boy barely knows about his culture because he's been stranded on earth for God knows who and has been taken in by a bunch of white/nonblack pirates 💔

- he has a pilled brown stuffed rabbit that Roger sewed him , he named it cosmic ⭐

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

The Crazy Quartet Playing Crazy Chicks Song(2023)

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[Note: Do Not Reblog Without Permission.] 

Credit for Crazy Chicks goes to Ken Ashcorp

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for FNAF goes to Scott Cawthon

Credit for FNAF Security Breach goes to Steel Wool Studios

Credit for Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

Credit for Steven Universe goes to Rebecca Sugar

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Blitzwing becoming friends with those three....uh, technically four (because Moondrop counts as the fourth.) seems like a interesting idea.

and yeah I know I didn’t draw The Decepticon Insignia, I know I was going to, but I’m gonna be lazy and just leave it as is....

and yes, I like the song “Crazy Chicks”, it’s a good song....well I think it is, but it’s okay that not everyone likes it.

Spinel is holding a boombox that is playing the Crazy Chicks song.

Sundrop is on Blitzwing’s shoulders, Robo-Fizz is on Sundrop’s shoulders,

and Spinel is on Robo-Fizz’s shoulder.

like picture Blitzwing running all over the place with them like that, all while Spinel is holding the boombox playing that song.

Moondrop is still part of "The Crazy Quartet" since both he and Sundrop share the same body.

I am working a type of Crossover that has to do with Spinel being a Crossover with TFA and some other series as well...

but it would also be interesting, if Spinel is found by Blitzwing and Lugnut, like she could still look a mess when they find her, and before she poofs and reforms on how she looks when she meets Steven, Amethyst, Garnet and Pearl.

even if Spinel is suppose to “stay perfectly still”, she ends up taking a “break”

and goes with the two, but takes that gem communicator in case Pink calls from Earth to tell her that the game is almost finished and she will be coming back to get her.....which if it’s been a thousand years, of course it wasn’t a game...

plus while on Earth, in Detroit...

Spinel could of been with both Lugnut and Blitzwing, or possibly both them, Megatron, Mixmaster, Scrapper and the Imprisoned Professor Isaac Sumdac,

when the transmission from Homeworld starts to play for all the Gem Colonies that have those Gem Communicator things....

so it wouldn’t just be Spinel watching and listening to what Steven was saying, it would also be The Decepticons and Isaac.

and possibly the Autobots if they just got there....

after listening to it, we all know what happens to Spinel like it had implied in the movie, in her heartbreak and extreme emotion after finding out she was tricked by Pink, who lied and abandoned her....

causes Spinel to poof...

and I guess if she formed a very close bond to Blitzwing, like they could be Binary-Bonded (which is a canon Transformers thing....)

then I guess after she goes poof and there is nothing left but just her heart shaped gem, I guess Blitzwing would run over to her and gently pick her gem up and hold it  gently in his hands.

what Pink did to Spinel, wasn’t okay....even if she did become a better person over time, that still didn’t give her the right or excuse to lie to Spinel like that, and if you think about it, Spinel was like a little kid at the time when it happen, and even if she isn’t a little kid anymore, Pink still technically tricked a Gem-Child into playing a game that wasn’t really a game.

even Greg has no excuse on how he raised Steven, even though he was mostly raised by Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl, at least they had a better excuse than Greg, because those three wouldn’t know most of the needs of human children.....plus if some info about how Greg raised Steven is true, then he would of got in REALLY big trouble if a responsible adult found out much sooner.

even if Greg’s parents weren’t the best, but maybe there are reasons why they made him do half the stuff he didn’t like, and maybe if those three had sit down and talked about it, maybe they could of reached a compromise.

I still think it’s possible that Greg’s Mom or Dad or both of them, had suffered from sensitive hearing, where they couldn’t take very loud sounds, and that could be one of the reasons why they didn’t allow Greg to have any music, because of his habit of turning it up way too loud and it ending up causing his Mom or Dad some discomfort and pain.

the other theory I have is that back in Greg’s youth, it was really dangerous at night to be out alone, and that is why his parents wanted a curfew for him, and the reason why they made him take up wrestling for self-defense.

but because those two didn’t tell him, he ended up becoming well, a not so great father later in his life....

sure Greg has some good points about him, but it doesn’t excuse him for the other stuff that Steven had pointed out, that he is just like Steven’s Mom...

and even before we find out the truth in Steven Universe Future, we know that Greg did do some selfish actions when he was pretending to still be hurt...

yeah, it’s good he wanted to spend time with Steven, but he was also responsible for Steven’s self-doubt about his powers not working, which his own self-doubt might of caused him not to active his healing powers.

even if not all fans like Steven Universe Future, but the fact is that Steven’s emotional traumas had started away before Steven Universe Future, and it was going to end up reaching a breaking point that would be in that future series.

even the flash backs of past episodes, when Steven was being treated by Connie’s Mom, even proves this.

even if it can be good for Steven to learn about his Gem Powers and how to defend himself if should the need every happens...

but he was still a human kid, and if it were possible, I would of slap Greg over the head for how he spoke to Steven when Steven was driving...

yes Steven is part Gem, but he is also Human, and it wasn’t right for Greg to just refer to him as “Your a Gem” and that he’s “Not Like Other Kids”

I get that is how it was wrote, but still, if he had said “Your Half-Gem” that would of been not as bad...

even the moment between Greg and Connie, where they went all “Human Beings...” (didn’t they fist bump....?) and not considering how Steven might feel about it and maybe he might be feeling left out, he is still a human as well, even if he is a half-human & half-gem....

and if Sans is Steven Quartz Universe’s future self, it would be his Human side, and he could still have the light type soul of a gem that is a part of his now Monster-Soul, and his body could still have some form of minerals...?

that make up a Gem, so Sans would still technically be a Gem Hybrid.

Steven becoming Sans, could happen in different ways, either by reincarnation or a type of being brought back to life after both him and his gem were forcefully separated and Pink-Steven didn’t reform on time to re-fuse with his Human Half.....

both sides of Steven would share the same memories, since they are like the same but also kind of like siblings, which makes their fusion platonic that was born from the romantic love between Greg and Rose.

and we know what happens to the human half when their gem is forced from their body, and one of my theories are this...

that if the human-half isn’t rejoined with their gem-half, they will eventually die...

so if the Human Half of Steven didn’t re-fuse with the Gem Half of Steven, the human half would of ended up dying...

and if Gaster is Sans and Papyrus’s Dad...

Gaster could of brought Steven’s skeleton back to life, with his magic from his soul, which would end up causing Steven to become Gaster’s son.

Steven’s Soul could of already been a hybrid, and was a split half of his gem twin that is Pink-Steven, but instead of moving on to the afterlife right away...

Steven’s Soul was still in his lifeless body and not yet moved on yet when Gaster found him, and Gaster was able to infuse his soul’s magic into Steven’s Soul, that was still looked like a Human Soul, that takes the shape of a heart.

the change to Steven’s body, could end up having his age flux like how it did in one of the episodes in Steven Universe, but instead of going forward, he ages back to a baby, like he did on one of the other episodes...

Steven could of also have his full name in his jacket, which Gaster could of read when he uses the jacket to put around the now Baby Steven/Sans, to keep him warm....and after reading the name and finding the hidden “Sans” in there, Gaster decides to rename his new little son, Sans...

Steven or now “Sans” might end up not remembering his life as a half-human & half-gem, until he becomes the age where he and his gem half were forced apart....

if the reason why Pink-Steven took so long to reform from Steven’s Gem, might be that he was trying to look more like his Human Half, and even using some of the human DNA that they share to add to his reformed body, it could of taken much longer to recreate a type of “clone body” that was made up of both organic matter and physical manifestation of light.

but it would be because the Gem Half of Steven took too long, that would result in the Half Half of Steven losing his life.

if both halves are separated too long, it will result in the human half slowly dying.

and if Connie wasn’t there for Steven after White pulled his Gem out like she did, and if Pink-Steven didn’t go to him.....then the Human Half of Steven would of died maybe a few moments later if they didn’t re-fuse.

White, Yellow and Blue did feel bad for being the cause of Pink’s actions, and they are becoming better, and become like Mother Figures for Spinel.

both Steven and Spinel, were technically hurt by Pink in different ways, and Pink has no excuse for it, and even if it would just be Fanon, I still like the idea of Rose not being the same Pink Diamond, but another Pink Diamond that the other who actually left Spinel, had created to act as her double while she is away possibly colonizing other planets with another Pearl, and leaving her Pearl with Pink/Rose.

like in the flash backs where Pearl is telling Sapphire on why Rose started to rebel in the first place, it could turn out the Pink/Rose in the story is actually a new Pink Diamond that was made by the Original who did abandoned Spinel in the garden...

like the new Pink who would later be called Rose, had a fragment of the Original Pink’s light, that was placed into a new pink diamond gem.

and it was Pink/Rose that created the Rose Quartz Gems, NOT the Original Pink Diamond....this would also mean that Original Pink is Steven’s Grandmother....even if the idea would be Fanon...

even before traveling off Earth and to other Gem Worlds, Rose could of went back for Spinel at any time, but didn’t....

and in a Crossover Fanon Timeline, if there were two Pink Diamonds, the reason why Rose didn’t go get Spinel, was because she had no memories of her and didn’t know that the Original Pink Diamond had abandon her in a garden in space.

even when Rose was still being Pink Diamond II, she could of still went back to Homeworld to hang out with the other three, all while Pink Diamond I was secretly taking over other planets and making more gems in a far off space or universe, away from White, Blue and Yellow’s colonies, including Rose/Pink II’s Earth Colony.

Pink I could of gave Earth to Rose/Pink II to rule over, while she runs off to take over other planets and showing she is just as good at making colonies as White, Yellow and Blue.

we know that we loved the caring and kind Rose, and finding out she had did some ethereal heartless actions to gems that loved her, makes one wish that it wasn’t the same Pink Diamond, and it turning out there was two Pink Diamonds, and the one that is Pink II, was made by Pink I and left in charge of the Gem Colonization of Earth.

Pink I might of knew what was going to happen to the Earth, if the colonization was fully completed, but chose not to tell Rose/Pink II.

Pink II under the disguise of a Rose Quartz (but later after poofing, made that her new form when she had reformed and no longer looked like Pink I.)

had to find out on her own....

all the warps that let Gems leave the planet, could of been purposely broken, so not just Homeworld Gems couldn’t come to the planet, but also to keep Pink Diamond I from coming back....which Rose had secretly had made sure of.

if Pearl knew that Rose was just a second Pink Diamond that was created by Pink Diamond I, that could of been one of the promises Pearl made to never to speak of and not just the fake shattering.

Blitzwing and Spinel forming a type of bond with each other, just seem like a cute and interesting idea.

maybe Blitzwing could act like a big brother to her.

it be interesting if Robo-Fizz sang "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" by Frankie Valli. to Spinel.

Robo-Fizz might change the words a little, maybe saying “I Thank Goddess I’m alive.” I mean, even Imps could respect The Earthly Mother....right?

balance between The Masculine & Feminine energies are important, and we should be lucky that the Toxic-Feminine energy isn’t as bad as the Toxic-Masculine energy....and we all know how it can be when Toxic-Masculine ends up influencing someone or more people....some times it wont be pretty.      

like I had pointed out before (and this would include the Fallen Angels...)

“if they are gonna act like children, then they will be treated as such.”

I’m talking about the Masculine ones....and if I was allowed to, I would grab both Jesus and Antichrist by their ears if they should ever cross lines they shouldn’t....

and I would do the same to both Cain and Abel, even flick both Cain & Abel on their foreheads.

and we all know that those Watcher Grandpas and Grunkles who fathered The Nephilim, had possibly gave into their temptations because of the Toxic-Masculine energy, and yeah it did end up giving birth to the Nephilim...

but in a way, there were good things that came out of it, like some people today who are Earth Angels are descendants of some Nephilim....

even though I’m not sure if all Earth Angels are descendants of Nephilim, I guess it is possible that some percent are.

this also might be a crazy theory, but I can’t help but think that Acephobia is connected to The Toxic-Masculine energy....it would make sense, given the stupidity of Acephobia and how it is.....                                                                 like the song from Jem and The Holograms goes “You Will Never Win My Love” and “Your Going About It All Wrong.”

I think this is the only drawing I’m going to post up for tonight, I do have another one that I’m still working on, that has to do with FNAF...

also even if I would find some form of wanting to be in a relationship with someone in a romantic way, they would need to understand when I need time to be alone and have me time, to just relax, by just reading, drawing, listening to music and even playing video games.

and how I don’t like being touched at times, and I sure as heck don’t want to fall for the wrong type of guys like I did in the past....

which my falling for the wrong type of guys, might have to do with a mix of loneliness and being influence by certain energies being absorbed into my body, which lucky didn’t cause me seizures, but I guess the energies would have to be SUPER strong in order to cause seizures...

like being a large room with a lot of people, and you kind of leave your guard down, and the energy from all those people will end up flying around the room and then end up absorbed into your body, which would then make you go through a overload where the extra energies end up causing you go through a seizure.....of course because some Doctors aren’t open minded that not all seizures are gonna be the same, they will end misdiagnosing.

even though I haven’t had seizures since moving to the town I live at now, but that might be partly because the other places I had lived at before, were full of dangerous energies in most spots in it, from both a place and people who unknowingly cause the seizures from their energies.

and I’m glad that I figured out that my seizures were energy based, and not like what would be the normal type that isn’t energy based...

babies even when they aren’t born yet, are really sensitive to the supernatural, so they can sense if the said supernatural force is dangerous.

and it could be possible for babies to get seizures from a negative supernatural energy, even if most babies seizures have nothing to do with it, but in most cases it could be that....my first seizure was when I was a baby, if I remember right, I think I was told I was a year old when it happen...?

or maybe almost close to a year old...I will have to ask about it again sometime.

but the point is, that a baby who is sensitive to energies of both people and a place, can get seizures from supernatural energies.

once again, while not all seizures that some babies end up having, will be linked to energies of both people and a place, it might be possible that only some percent are.

anyway, even if Charlie’s Dad Lucifer is in charge and let’s the other kings of the other rings rule their own rings....they could be counterparts of some of their Masculine Fallen Angel Counterparts, who were part of the imbalance problem.....you can’t leave them alone for 5 minutes without them causing a Toxic-Rebellion, although they wouldn’t be the only problem....

and yeah in my weird point of view, I believe both sides are at fault, and if they stop and think for a minute, they would figure out they only acted that way, because they were infected by Toxic-Masculine energies.

and it’s been that way, since those humans from those Ancient Times during the age of the Indo-European Warriors had wrongfully dethroned the Goddess.

not sure there would be a Goddess in Helluva Boss or Hazbin Hotel, but I think in a Fanon Timeline version, they might be and she would be very supportive of Charlie and be very proud of her.

also don’t get me wrong, I can still believe in Jesus, but if he crosses lines he shouldn’t that end up hurting lives, then I will have  to put my foot down and call him out on it, and still have thoughts of wanting to take him and even the Antichrist by the ears, that is if I was allowed to....

and yeah I get he is the Messiah, but he is also technically Family, since we both are descendants of King David, and like I said many times before, me being a descendant of King Solomon is more of a blessing than a curse, cause still not taking that throne.

I’m still gonna hope Jesus is only a distant cousin, and the french royal family I’m related to, aren’t his and Mary Magdalene’s descendants....

I know that I had found out that Charlemagne is my Ancestor, but I kind of forgot what number of Great-Grandpas that he is.....and I’m still confused about what I had read before that had talked about Jesus and Mary Magdalene’s descendants, like was it saying that Charlemagne is one of the descendants or not....plus even if that were true, you can’t just say your a descendant of those two, because there will need to be some form of evidence to back it up.

so I’m just okay with knowing that Jesus is a distant cousin who shares the same Ancestor like King David....and hopefully is only a distant cousin.

even if King David wasn’t the best dad, and should of punished his sicko of a son for what happen to Tamar....and let’s not forget that Noah wasn’t the best granddad either, who instead of giving a proper and fair punishment to his son, but instead of made his own grandson the scapegoat.

and like the song goes “it’s too late to apologize” Grandpas David & Noah...

you know that song by onerepublic.

I’m listening to “She’s a Rebel” by Green Day right now, I think after I finish listening to that song, I will listen to “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry.

anyway, hope some like this crossover drawing, and I hope some like the idea of those four being friends and doing crazy stuff together, like driving others crazy by having Spinel hold a boombox playing “Crazy Chicks” all while Blitzwing is running, sounds like a crazy, weird and interesting idea.

I’m weird, so of course I’m gonna have weird ideas....and this is gonna be one of them....I have no regrets. XD                                                                   

[one-winged-dreams]

🧸🫂 for Vincent!

@askthelovenest

YES, FUELING THE VINCENT BRAIN WORMS, ty alicen

Which one of you is the type to gift the other a stuffed animal for Valentine's Day? Has it ever happened before?

Haha. Valentine's Day. :D

Anyway, it's me. I give him a stuffed animal for Valentine's Day. It's a chocobo chick, and I gave it to him on our SECOND Valentine's Day together. It was a half-joke about him needing something to watch him while I'm not with him so he'll lighten up. His name is Sundrop (a slight reference to my XIV insert's baby chocobo) and Vincent absolutely played the whole thing straight and continues to do so. AFTER being embarrassed for a few good seconds.

Sometimes when he's away somewhere, he'll pull him out and talk to him.

How do they comfort you? How do you comfort them?

GEEEEZ, we're the same hat meme except it's 'same trauma'. Mostly. Obvs he went through more than I did in certain regards.

We don't like... Openly addressing it when we're Feeling It™. So when one of us notices the other is slipping, we're honest about it FOR them. We affirm each other, ground each other. Just the assurance that we know what the other is going through is enough to make us BELIEVE the affirmations. No one else can console each other like we can.

[crazycatkatetrap]

So @webzebs, I know some others have given you their help, but I figured I'd offer mine up as well☺️~

Before I do anything, I make little different sketches on a sticky note, trying to find a version/pose that I like them in (this isn't the best example, but it might help explain😅??) A lot of the poses will look like shit first off, but that's why you draw little sketches of multiple poses and see which one you'd like to work with/ is what you're trying to portray. I also use the stick figure method (that's why Sun looks so stiff🤣🤣) but if you look at Moon, I have lines outlining the position I want him in. They're a bit hard to spot, (sorry about that) but it's how I decided I wanted him slightly bent over, as if in pain, while Sun is standing up straight, not feeling anything (except arrogant maybe . . )

Then I take a picture of the sketch, move the transparency setting to 70% (you can still see the sketch, but it it makes it easier to see your digital lines as well) Then I start doing the outline.

Then I delete the sketch and I'm left with what I can only describe as a detailed coloring page🤣 During this time, you can correct anything you don't like, add or erase, etc. Then I add in the colors first, then after I'm satisfied with the colors I've used, then I get into the shading. (I should mention, this, I color them in on a separate layer, than collapse the outline onto the colored layer. Gives the piece a cleaner look in my opinion🙃)

This is the flat version without shading. So unlike others, I don't render my artwork. I've tried to in the past, but it just didn't look right.

When it comes to shading the cute scrunklies, I highlight the area I want to shade, outline it with an airbrush in a darker tone than the original color (not black, just a slightly darker color) and then extend the brushes settings to the limit, select a color slightly lighter than the original, then go over the selected area in one swipe. It sounds stupid, but it leaves a really clean and soft shading texture🥰 (you can see this effect on Moon's Scarf, giving it a softer look)

For the overall scene shading, I still wanted the flames to be the main beacon of light besides their eyes. Shading the night is difficult, but I usually just use the same airbrush I used for shading, create a separate layer, then extending it to it's limit again, select a dark grey (not completely black, but the closest you can get to it) and go over the whole piece. If you're lucky, one swipe should be enough, but if you want a darker night look, you may have to go over it 2 or 3 more times. For this screenshot scene, I went over it 3 times to try and create depth (I failed at this, but then again, I had never drawn a screenshot before this😅)

If you want to be really in depth with the night look though, get your largest brush, expand it, and on a separate layer, cover the whole frame in black, than adjust the transparency to your liking. For the version above, I put it at 40%

Sorry I rambled. I know you were only looking for ways to pose them, but I thought I might as well add in a way to shade them and give them some depth to their limbs.

Well, sorry for rambling, have one hell of a day/night dude✌️

Does anyone know some good tips on drawing poses for the Daycare Attendants that look more “alive” instead of me just making them stand rigid.

Like I want to draw them leaning over and scrunching down and stuff but I’m struggling lmao any help is appreciated

[whosbex]

You ain't missing out now! 👏

❤- Favorite Tangled Character?

💔- Least favorite Tangled Character?

✨- Moonstone or Sundrop?

🎥- Favorite Season (½/3)?

📺- Another show you’d like to see have a cross over with Tangled?

😺- Number 1 animal companion?

💎- Favorite AU?

👗- Favorite character outfit?

👔- Least favorite character outfit?

🧠- Random Tangled Headcanon you have?

🌙- Favorite Moon Character? (E.g Cass, Varian, Eugene.)

📚- Favorite Tangled Fanfic?

⏰- When did you join the fandom?

💭- How did you learn about TTS?

🎶- Best Tangled Song?

🙉- Worst Tangled Song?

💞- Which character do you relate to the most?

💢- Which character do you not relate to the most?

💥- A big a opinion you have related to the Tangled movie/series?

We all know Cass is my gurl from now until forever! But I also love her smokin hot dad where she definitely got her looks from,Hector and her aunt Adira.😌

Nigel. He can go die in a hole for all I care.

Moonstone 1000%!!!! I have built SO MUCH lore around that opal.

Season 2. Gave us all a lot to work with when it comes to lore and it Twas sad that it Twas not touched on enough in the next season.

Probably HTTYD and the book series the Wingfeather saga. They are both heavily based on dragons so I’d put a WHOLE ASS BUNCH of Saponin lore in there.

I can’t pick one animal 😭😭😭. My number ones would have to be pascal,owl,little big guy,and Hector’s pets who I have named Raynan (rhino),Kinzey & Thanatos (bear cats)

Any next gen aus and anything involving the brotherhood!

Cassandra’s adventure suit and her armor in season two. And raps and Eugene’s outfits in season three. I also like the redesign outfits I’ve made for Cass and Andrew for my next gen au.

Probably Rapunzel’s coronation gown. It just doesn’t feel like her with the big poofy skirt. And Eugene’s outfit for rap’s coronation

I have WAAAAAAAYY too many 😭😭😭. Here are some of them: Hector has ADHD,Cass is near sighted and also has ADHD but she’s medicated (idk if they had that but let’s just say they do),varian and Edmund are both autistic,Stan and Cass are cousins (the cap being Stan’s uncle),Quirin is the oldest of the brotherhood,Edmund is the second oldest after him is Adira and Hector is the youngest. Hector is a Capricorn and is born on Christmas eve (is there a specific reason y I headcanon that? No) Hector and Eugene’s mom are half siblings,Cap had a wife when he adopted Cass but they got divorced,and then Cass’s “mom” died when Cass was 16. Willow has ADHD,and her and the Cap used to be a thing. I also headcanon that the Cap’s name is Caleb. Adira and Eugene’s mom used to date,earlier in high school. Hector stole his rhino from a circus that was passing through the DK,and he found the bear cats in the woods. Cass found Owl as a bb chick that fell out of his nest and was hurt and this happened not too long after her mom died so Owl just became her emotional support animal as well as her fighting bird. Andrew is dyslexic,oh and Quirin is color blind.

Idk ig Cass but I don’t like how they wrote it in the series. But my second would have to be Varian cuz ngl that would also make sense. But yet again I’m also interested with the moon!Eugene au.

I need to read more but so far Blood of my brother by AMax76✨😌✨

2018,when season one just ended. I did watch the short film when it came out but,then I just kinda forgot abt it😅. So yah I officially joined in 2018

Saw the teaser on Disney channel.

My top three should be, 1) ready as I’ll ever be 2)waiting in the wings 3)nothing left to lose

Through it all and living the dream.

At the beginning:raps. By the end? Cass,Eugene and Varian.

Fred.

Again I have too many😅. But I’ll try to keep this one shorter. IMO we should’ve had more lore on the DK and especially Saporia. I really would’ve liked to see them really dive into the motives of why they wanted to take Corona back. I also think that Ready as I’ll ever be should’ve gotten a reprise ont eh finale I stead of us getting through it all,cuz let’s be real that song was not it.

[amymaleneart]

Going Home to Roost (DCA Harpy AU) "I Need a Harpy-Sitter pt 2

Second part just dropped!

@lets-zofifi-stuff and I are having so much fun that this will be a 3 parter instead of 2!

[bloo-the-dragon]

A few coloured sketches of my take on Cress and Flare alt outfit designs for @cyberstatic-fox who created these two lovelies!

[drawingangel666]

Hii!so i found your blog right now while i was trying to find a good fic until i yours and it made happy so when will part 2 of "first meeting" ? Its the best fic i ever found! <<:

Hi! Sure thing <3 Here you go!

'First meeting' FNAF SB Headcanons Part Two

Part one

The glams and sun/moon reacting to first meeting the GN! Reader.

This part one includes: Glamrock Chica, Sundrop and Moondrop

Let's get into it!

🐣G L A M R O C K C H I C A🐣

🐣 She is really excited and energetic, so she might bump into you while you are looking around the Mega Pizza Plex

🐣 She will try to apologize but she will start 'following' you around

🐣Once you notice she will smile and walk away

🐣This little chick (pun intended) gets really flustered whenever you look at her

🐣 She goes to Glamrock Freddy for advice on how to approach you

🐣Overall, she is as nervous as energetic as ever, but her eyes are settled on you.

☀️S U N D R O P☀️

☀️I don't know what got you into the daycare, a new job as an assistant, a shift as a guard, the babysitter of someone's child or being the legal tutor or older sibling of a child, but you got to the daycare and he could see you right away.

☀️His bells would giggle when he skips all his way to you, smiling. ´Helloooooo new friend, what's your name?` he would ask in a sing-song tone.

☀️Smiling he would gracefully lift you up (idc about your weight, he is a 6-7 feet tall animatronic, he can lift anyone up)

☀️ He would be such an extrovert and talk with you about anything and everything, taking as much time as he can

☀️If you got to go, he is a little bit clingy but he will *eventually* let you go.

🌑 M O O N D R O P 🌑

🌑 He notices you easily enough, either you are lost or you are a new night guard. Either way, he'll have fun scaring you a little bit.

🌑 Once he is close to you, he'll see you and get considerably quiet.

🌑 He'll start following you around, either with his ceiling wires if you are at the daycare or crawling in the walls

🌑 If that freaks you out (as you should) he'll stop and will follow by two feet. (His bells will sound whenever he skips in he step, he won't admit it).

🌑 He'll glare at anyone who's close to you

🌑 Eventually, he'll go away when he has other things to do, but he'll remember your features precisely.

[randomfandomkizzy]

Some this cute like sundrop/moondrop and the glam rocks reacting to a kid accidentally calling them a parental title? 

Hey! Sorry I didn't post yesterday! I've recently come down with something and I'm just hoping it's nothing serious *shudders* but while I'm awake in my sickly dazed state I figured I'd attempt to knock out some requests!

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Glamrock animatronics & sun/moon reactions to being called a parental title:

Sundrop/Moondrop:

Honestly Sundrop himself was used to kids accidentally calling him Dad or Mom, it came with the job but moon however wasn't used to it.

The first time a kid would call moon mom or dad he'd stare at them for a while before walking away. The next time the same kid would do it he'd go full mama bear and protect that child with his life. "I've only known this child for a day but if anything happens to them I will kill everyone in this room and then myself"

Glamrock Freddy:

The first time a child ever called Freddy Dad, he swore his gears stopped turning for a second. It was PURE joy. He loved the kids and knowing they loved him enough to call him Dad made him so happy. After that anytime a kid called him Dad he'd bend down and give them a tight hug, not enough to hurt obviously, then ruffle their hair before letting them run off to play.

Roxanne:

Being called mom? No way. She'd much rather be called the cool aunt or something other than being called a mother. She would humour the kids and act friendly if the word Mom slipped from their mouth but most of the time if it happened she'd immediately say something along the lines of "Your mom is over there, rockstar" or "I'm a wolf, I couldn't have a human child, silly" She attempted to be nice but being called mom just wasn't her thing.

Glamrock Chica:

Glamrock Chica on the other hand, ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! If a kid called her mom she'd give them special attention all day unless needed somewhere else. She's eat lunch or dinner with them, let them be front row for the show, take them to mazersize and help them with the maze. She just absolutely loved the idea of having that special bond with a kid. When the day would come to an end and she'd have to tell the kid goodbye she always felt like crying, she hated saying goodbye to her little chicks.

Monty:

Monty was a good mix between Roxanne and Chica. He didn't so much like the idea of a child calling him Dad but if they did he still thought they were cool enough to go hang out with. He'd give them piggy back rides and glare at anyone who looked at them funny. They'd play golf and he'd show them his bass guitar, letting the kiddo mess with the strings. He wouldn't hang out with them all day however, once he lost interest in playing the "fun Dad role", he'd wonder off to either cause some mayhem or find a cooler kid to hang out with.

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I hope this is good! Like I said before I'm not feeling super great right now and my brain feels like mush. Hopefully this will pass and I'll be able to get better and longer works out for everyone. I didn't go through and check Grammer or anything yet, so I apologize for any typos or weird wording. Thank you all so much for the love and appreciation on my last posts! Peace!!

[glitterdragonthegreatprotector]

Sonic the Hedgehog X Doctor “Eggman” Robotnik

This AU is a mix of multiple Sonic universes, from the games, to the anime, to the shows.

Sonic and Eggman are around the same age.

Sonic started fighting Eggman started fighting each other when they were in their early 20s.

They found out they had chemistry when they got stuck on an island together and were forced to get along to survive, and ended up becoming good friends (but they kept that secret from their allies).

They started dating while they were still “enemies”; their friends didn’t know that they were a thing.

Sonic was the first to kiss Eggman, and that was when they both first expressed feelings, going back to the island.

Years after dating in secret, they both came to a compromise. Sonic would let Eggman take over the universe, would even help take over, while the doctor would take things easier than he originally intended to be in his take over to be.

Sonic’s allies were betrayed when Sonic took Eggman’s side, and suspected that he was brainwashed into working for him, and they try to undo the brainwashing (that isn’t there).

Eggman’s allies are similar, because of how soft Eggman is around sonic, so they think that Eggman is wrapped around Sonic’s finger, and they try their best to undo brainwashing.

Both sides wrong, they just gay-

Eggman would call Sonic “Sapphire” while Sonic would call him “Easter Egg” as their loving nicknames.

Eggman goes back to being called “Doctor Robotnik”, but still let’s people call him Eggman. Sonic starts calling him “Ivo” when he’s serious, “Julian” when he’s absolutely pissed. When the doctor is mad on the other hand, he’ll call Sonic “Olgilvie Maurice”.

Dr. Robotnik and Sonic end up getting married, and both the Freedom Fighters, and the doctor's old allies crashed the wedding, but the fight made it all the more memorable for the newlyweds, and they both think about the day fondly. It was just like old times for the both of them!

After the Robotniks are wed, they go on to experimentation. Testing out roboticization for their army, trying to find a less painful way. They also make to where the robotized people are still in control for the most part, and can make decisions outside of work.

Dr. Robotnik and Mr. Robotnik end up making a daughter named Sunnyside Robotnik, that is a splice of their DNAs.

She sees all their robots as siblings, and the robots are very protective of her, outside of coding.

Her catchphrases are “Sunnyside UP to the top!” and “Sunnyside UP the ranks!”.

Her friends call her “Sunny”, while her parents call her “Sundrop”, “Sunshine”, “Sunflower”, “Goose Egg” and “Little Chick”.

She’s scared of the Freedom Fighters, due to their more violent attacks since Sonic left the resistance.

Belle from the doctor’s time as Mr. Tinker ended up joining Eggman, due to Sunny kidnapping her, and learning they were basically sisters (Sunny kidnapped her solely because they were siblings, and she wanted her family to stay together).

Dr. Robotnik and his husband are kind rulers, and Robotropolis isn’t as bad as Mobians thought it would be, much to the Freedom Fighters' slight dismay. They still think that Eggman is brainwashing people, when in reality he’s a good leader now.

The Zetis are part of the army, and are the toughest troops, but their living conditions under the Dr are much better than when they last were forced to work for him. (Personal quarters, their own personalized weaponry, a sense of power, and they are treated decently. The Cacophonic Conch is only used as a necessary punishment, for when the zetis start becoming a threat. If they are obedient for the most part, Sonic will vouch for them, and make sure they are treated well).

Master Zik was robotized, due to him nearly expiring. Zavok is more loyal now, due to the Doctor preserving his master’s life.

Master Zik sometimes tries to train Sunny while he’s on his mandatory break, and when she’s not studying to be the next ruler.

Sunny calls him “Mr. Zik” or “Mr. Master” which he finds adorable, but Zavok finds it slightly insulting. Zik sees “Mr. Master” as her trying to be double respectful, but not completely understanding that’s not how it works.

She calls Sonic “Daddy” and Ivo “Dr. Daddy”.

They have a portal machine, and they often bother other versions of their family with the fact there’s a Sonic who fell in love with “Baldy McNosehair”. Sonics flat out throw up, while the Robotniks start screaming, both of which are very amusing to them.

Sunny likes visiting other versions of her Dr. Daddy, to help them jumpstart their empires, and many versions of him enjoy her company, and her intellect.

Sunny’s grandparents on her daddy’s side are robotized, but they are now more in control of themselves. On her Dr. Daddy's side she doesn’t know her grandparents. Her grandmother tries to visit, but her daddies will have the guards try to murder her on sight, so she knows that her grandma is worse than the Freedom Fighters.

Metal Sonic was given a more advanced AI so he could be a better big brother to Sunnyside.

Metal ended up becoming rebellious, and is more of a daddy’s boy than Sunny is a Dr. Daddy’s girl. He sides with his step father more than his creator, and likes spending more time with him.

Scratch and Grounder are also big brothers to her, and fight for Sunnyside’s attention. She loves them both equally, and they both would die for her given the chance.

Coconuts doesn’t get the appeal to her, but he does like how nice the doctor  treats him when he’s on Sunny duty.

Sunny sometimes goes to the Swatbots’ breakroom, to talk with the swatbots and give upgrades and repairs. They all love her, and they feel genuine excitement whenever she visits their break room.

The tiny tyrant  is loved by all, except by the Freedom Fighters, and Eggman’s old allies. Everyone else loves their future ruler with all their hearts.

Sunny has been kidnapped by the Freedom Fighters multiple times, and has grown to have a fear of Amy Rose. She tends to direct her hatred towards Eggman for “corrupting” Sonic at Sunnyside, being their daughter.

Sunny likes being kidnapped by Dr. Starline more than she does being kidnapped by the Freedom Fighters, mainly because he lets her play with Kitsunami and Surge, and he’s much nicer to her. She’s just a hostage to lure her parents in anyways, and isn’t worth fighting back against.

Dr. Starline is more of a nuisance than anything in this AU, and has a similar relationship to the Robotnik family, as Eggman in the Sonic Boom universe has with his Sonic. They are enemies, till they’re on break, or have no reason to be. Dr. Starline is welcome to come back to work if he pleases, but he wants his tyrant hero back, and the hedgehog destroyed like in the original plan. He’ll only be welcomed back by his idol when he accepts that Eggman is happy, and genuinely loves Sonic with all his heart.

Sonic also has some respect for Dr. Starline, due to his loyalty even in his rebellion. He only rebelled because he was loyal after all.

Kitsunami and Surge are allowed to come over by themselves to “gather information” while “pretending” to be on a playdate. They actually just do this to play with Sunny.

Sonic does the “funny kiss” with Sunny, like how Sally used to do it with Tails.  Dr. Robotnik will read the book and do the scary voices. It helps her get to sleep, the same way it helped Tails when he was younger. Sally has caught them doing this with her, when she was on a mission to kidnap Sunnyside. She couldn’t go through the mission after that.

There are running areas around the Robotropolis castle/homebase that Sunny, Sonic, and Metal run around on, because the Freedom Fighters will violently stop them in Greenhill if they try to play there.

Sonic will often try to scope out other universes to give his little girl a taste of what he had before he changed sides.

When she’s not with her daddy and big brother in other greenhills, she likes helping her Dr. Daddy destroy things.

I'll build some more things from this on my ask blog @sonic-robotnik-and-his-husband

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idea   dump   for   the   tangled   au

because   this   is   becoming   a   thing   now literally   this   is   just   me   spouting   ideas ,   not   everything   is   set   in   stone   i’m   just   rambling   and   putting   it   somewhere   SDFSDF

BIG   shout   outs   to   @nilirae​   and   @hercbled​   for   indulging   me !      i   hope   u   guys   know   u   can   totally   adopt   this   au   too   if   u   want   to !

characters :

princess   rapunzel   -   prince   cloud

eugene   -   zack

mother   gothel   -   jenova

cassandra   -   sephiroth

maximus   -   nanaki

pascal   -   a   chocobo   chick

parallels :

sundrop   flower   -   mako   energy

rapunzel’s   hair   -   cloud’s   mako   eyes

crown   -   black   materia

eugene’s   nose   in   the   wanted   posters   -   zack’s   hair   in   the   wanted   posters

-   cloud   still   has   the   ability   to   heal   if   he   sings   bc   @unvanitas​   said   it   was   compulsory   for   cloud   to   sing   if   he’s   taking   the   place   of   a   disney   princess   and   who   am   i   to   say   no   to   that -   i   feel   the   need   to   keep   the   healing   ability   since   it’s   such   a   big   part   of   the   movie ,   so   the   healing   will   be   something   lifestream   based ;      instead   of   a   drop   of   sunlight   falling   from   the   heavens   to   make   the   flower   there   was   a   spout   of   lifestream   condensed   not   to   the   point   to   make   materia ,   but   mako   instead -   or   maybe   u   COULD   see   it   as   a   form   of   materia   and   he   gets   infused   with   a   cure   materia ?      that   could   work -   haven’t   decided   yet   if   i   want   it   to   give   cloud   super   strength   too ,   i   don’t   want   him   to   be   overpowered   so   maybe   not ,   maybe   just   more   endurance ? -   his   eyes   glow   naturally   and   are   super   noticeable   even   during   the   day   but   especially   at   night ,   this   is   supposed   to   be   the      ‘   telltale   weirdness   ’      like   rapunzel   having   insanely   long   hair -   i   might   also   keep   the   glowing   hair   when   he   heals   just   to   keep   that   symbolism ,   except   it’ll   glow   teal -   if   i   can   figure   out   how   i’d   love   for   jenova   to   still   be   able   to   puppeteer   him   bc   i   need   that   angst -   considering   cloud   has   no   inherently   magic   hair   for   zack   to   cut   and   i’m   not   about   to   have   him   stab   clouds   eyes   i’ll   assume   something   similar   to   advent   children   happens   with   the   purifying   lifestream   water ? ?      gotta   figure   that   out   too

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New ladies!

Belladonna; Hellebore; Tansy; Violet.

Not sure of there will be any more incoming. While they were trying to catch the remaining hens yesterday, one flew over the fence and met their neighbour’s dog. And as to whether there are any others still resident at the in-laws’ remains to be seen - they really didn’t have a count of how many there were, and with four roosters among the hens free-ranging, nests and new chicks just kinda happened.

Delphinium jumped back *into* quarantine last night to say hi to her pals, but this morning wanted out to go back to Sundrop, so I caught her and lifted her back over. She kinda sorta wanted to come to me when I called her, but at the same time was freaked out by the big scary human talking to her. Snowdrop also wanted to go in with the new hens, she knows them and doesn’t know the Old Guard so I put her in and have left her there for now. I’ll leave this lot a bit longer before integration. They’ve all come from the same place and are unlikely to have picked up any bugs suddenly in the past couple of months (since we’re not dealing with avian flu this time around!!) and in any case, I don’t have a big enough space to do a proper distancing quarantine. It’s a social, getting-reacquainted quarantine more than a health thing. 

Current occupancy is 12 hens and a rooster, which is ideal for my current setup. If any more are forthcoming, my options are to add a second coop and expand the run (which I’d like to do anyway), or to give a couple/three to my brother and SiL, who are considering chicken keeping. They could only have a small concern, as they’re suburban, but I’ve said I’m happy to provide them with hens instead of them having to buy them and figure out how to get them to their place as nether of them drives. As things stand right now, though, I’d have to keep them for a while, so expanding a bit would be a good plan anyway. When I can get materials.

At some point, now that I know I’m not limited as to numbers, I’d also like to get at last two silkies - one white and one black!