#vixenfoxpup

[naffeclipse]

Naff. Serious question.

In Of Fox Maws, would eclipse be an Arctic wolf, or a fox as well?

Eclipse is an Arctic Wolf. He's bigger and toothier than Sun and Moon with a thick white coat and deep red and burgundy swirls on his chest. He also finds Hare Y/N adorable and sweet-looking.

A lone wolf is just as terrifying as a pack. Y/N would run the second they caught sight of a wolf man, but Y/N hadn't been alerted to Eclipse's presence yet. Eclipse has seen them, though, and wants to get closer, to know them better. He understands this requires patience, and he bides his time for the right moment to approach.

[nebuladreamz]

JSVSMUSVSMXG NEB HI

THE NOISE I MADE WHEN I SAW YOU REBLOG

HI HELLO

Your guy's whole y/nverse is what INSPIRED THIS BRO

I'M BAD AT INTERACTING WITH ACCOUNTS I LOOK UP TO AND FOLLOW, HELLO

GFHJSJHGFSJHG HI. HIIII................... BLINKS....................

GRIPS MY FUCKING HEAD HI BIG WAVE Y/NVERSE........... MY BELOVED.................

[saturnsstufff]

Alight! unrelated post to what I normally upload! But I wanted to put it out there!

How many of you liked Aphmau's series "Minecraft Diaries". but got saddened it ended, or disappointed that certian things were mentioned, then never brought up again?

How many more of you just like watching Minecraft roleplays, whether it be DSMP or more?

Well if ive perked your interest, I did somthing right.

Ranging from diverse charaters, LGBTQ+ friendly, and a wider range of species we bring you "Mythical Upbringing's".

A few of us ( @vixenfoxpup , @sugarandspicebutnonice , myself , plus more ) have started a bit of a big project to upload, and write a storyline.

Well we're not ready for uploading currently, I ask for you to look out for us in the future if we intrest you!

-Saturn

(Ps: here's a few screenshots!)

[helliontherapscallion]

Taglists

Hello all, I have decided to make a taglist post bc it’s easier for me than a google doc thingy. If you want to be on any taglist, just let me know which specific one via comment, dm, or ask. When a series is finished, you will still be tagged in future blurbs about the series (if they get written, no guarantee if every series is going to get small add ons though)

If you see that your name isn’t on here, please just let me know. Also let me know if you’ve recently changed your username

Italicized text means that I couldn’t tag you (you need to have the “allow search by username” on in your settings for me to be able to tag you)

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Male reader: 

@totem-awooga

SBI:

@afifaj

Adrenaline Junkie:

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week:

@immadatmostthings  @hee-hee-haw  @dearnataliealoveletter  @wasteofspacze  @dirtydiavolo  @vanhakirja  @rinzyx05  @misselsbells06  @ialexabsuniverse  @im-a-depressed-gay  @energy-drinkk  @mothra-main  @i-need-hugs  @dragons-lurk-here  @katj733  @m4r-s  @vievi  @dykeragee  @waterstrawberry  @aplaintart  @kakamiissad  @myunfinishedsymphony  @nagitokinnieissad  @autumnpleaves  @justanothergirlwithdemons  @zachariethememerie  @moon-asia  @m0on-blue  @strawberrysodababy  @akikko-yataro  @haikkeiji  @shiningsunrises  @cinnamonmochi  @queen-turtle-boiii  @imanewsoul  @angelicaschuyler-church  @vixenfoxpup  @ella-ivanov  @shio-yuki  @misfortunatem00n @ijustshatbricks  @sugarandspicebutnonice  @coolayee  @haikkeiji  @sadassflatass  @sylum  @faceache111  @kusuinko  @http-issaclahey  @angelic-scent  @multifandomgirl94  @lifestylesleep  @altwitchtrash  @queenbouncingjelly  @eieminia  @livie-bug82108  @cheybaee  @demure--daisy  @midnight-storm  @moonbaejpeg  @miavfx  @vilbur-s00t  @coreybyrg  @comfytastic  @kodababy @artisticfandomtrash-blog  @yourlmanburg  @indigopocky  @futuitsursum  @hello-there556  @kike-jii  @kalipto  @everyfuckin-day  @youhyakuya  @katsuki-bakubae  @coreybyrg  @invadorxeno  @ryxjxnnx  @pyrotechnics84  @appetiteofapeoplepleaser  @jjk-is-my-shit  @the-fictionwriters-hairdo  @poggers-froggers  @halloweenpoison13  @karieka  @bloodgoddessoftherealm  @anonymous-hq  @elebeleb  @charlotte-is-missing  @nonbinaryidiot  @galaxypankitty3030  @chxrrymilkshake  @dontevenaskidonthaveananswer

The Ashes of Yourself:

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The Forlorn Tale of Dionysus:

@cutiebear45 @starbuni @

Destiny Written in Begonias:

@sleepdeprivedgod @everlizzzz @blum-bl @smolbox-png @imapotatoandimconfused @aikochan4859 @blumarzipan @sweul @my-name-is-milk @smolbeanvik @

[alison-anonymous]

flustered raphael ♡ headcanon

Flustered Raphael Headcanon

Requested: yes, a huge thank you to @vixenfoxpup for being the first to request something for TMNT! I hope you don’t mind that I turned this into a headcannon, darling! It might be a little short since this is my first TMNT piece!

Warnings: none

♡♡♡  

        ♡ i feel like Raph would be the kind to rarely get flustered (obviously), but when he does it’s super cute and super bad lol

        ♡ like he has to be the “tough guy” of the group, so obviously he has to put on a dominant front. He’s always the one who has to be the flirt, the teaser, the one that puts himself out there before you even have the chance to. It gets to the point where he enjoys seeing you get so flustered all the time that it becomes a force of habit for him (it makes him happy to know he can have such a intimate effect on you). So when you are the one to make the first move, it catches him off guard

        ♡ no, seriously

        ♡ like you think you would be caught off guard if your crush made a move on you? Supercharge that from a 1 to a 20 and you have Raph after you make the first move

         ♡ let’s say, just for an example, that you made either a dirty reference or some sort of pick up line that you thought wasn’t going to work but turned out to have a supersized effect of what you were attempting to achieve. He would be shell shocked (lol see what I did there ;) 

         ♡ like I’m talking the whole package 

         ♡ bright red face because it’s only suitable, he would begin to stutter trying to figure out what to say back as his eyes go wide, searching for something ANYTHING to say because he’s supposed to be the dominant one and what the hell were you, the most magnificent human being on earth, doing with him? 

          ♡ he would be floored for the rest of the day, no fucking joke

          ♡ the memory of you doing whatever you did would follow him around for the rest of the day, your smug face showing up in his mind even during training so he would lose concentration. He would start tripping around the lair, even on his own two feet because he would be so concentrated on you that he wouldn’t remember where he was going 

           ♡ and if his brothers were around to witness it? oh lord, teasing for the next five months 

           ♡ heaven help this turtle

           ♡ you would make sure to get in your fair share of teasing him too, as is only right ;) you adored being able to have the upper hand for once and to be able to make him flustered around you too rather than it always being you with the shaky hands and butterflies that made you feel like puking rainbows 

           ♡ it would take him a little while to finally regain his composure again, MUCH longer than you would think because, y’know, he’s used to being the dominant one. But when he finally did regain his composure, he would make sure to double his flirting on you for the next months in order to get back at you ;)

           ♡ let’s just say that your relationship is definitely a competitive one in the game of flirtation ♡

♡ a.a.

[paper-lilypie]

@vixenfoxpup teehee yes :)c

"they're quick when tempted" LILY YOU CAN'T DO THIS LILY

YOU CANNOT MAKE REMARKS LIKE THAT AND EXPECT TO GET AWAY WITH IT

But see, what if I go towards them EQUALLY AS FAST? NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVEEE- oh shit they're grabby-

I promise you, you are never fast enough

[paprikalu]

@vixenfoxpup Oc 😊 ❤️

If you want me to draw your Oc,just message me!

[naffeclipse]

I had a thought while working today since I saw something baby penguin related

What if harpy!y/n already had a lil baby penguin of their own when they meet eclipse? How would reactions ensue, eclipse's, sun and Moon's, and the lil penguin's themself?

Just imagining eclipse marveling how the baby is even softer than y/n-

Oh my gosh, the thought of this is making me melt!

Already parent Harpy!Y/N is hyper-vigilant of any threats to their chick. They keep far from the water and are always cuddling their baby to protect them from the sub-zero temperatures. Their penguin harpy young has soft, gray downy to help her through the cold but it's still not enough without a parent's help. Y/N only leaves their baby to get food and that's only for seconds.

Y/N does notice a prowling siren in the waters. That's all the more reason Y/N evades and hides as far as possible from the icy coast, but the baby needs food. Y/N can't stay away forever. They tremble in fear at what harm a siren might bring to them and their little girl.

Y/N returns from one of those rushed hunting trips, fish in their mouth, when they stop in absolute horror to find a large orca siren holding their baby in his clawed hands and crooning over the soft fluff of the little one. Y/N flies towards their chick—knowing full well that they do not have a prayer in this fight to defend their young—but are gobsmacked when the siren catches them and neatly places their baby back in their flippers.

Eclipse doesn't let the beautiful harpy go. Of course, not. He needs to tell them that he is so thrilled to finally meet them and how lovely their little one is. Y/N is still in panic mode, waiting for the violence to begin and how to shield their little girl from it, but it never comes. Eclipse is all sharp teeth and curiosities. He can't wait to bring the two harpies to meet his adoptive young—what a beautiful family they'll make!

Y/N is still terrified for their baby's sake but Eclipse is so insistent (grabby) and then, oh, there are two siren young. Y/N is tittering between "this siren is going to feed my baby to his babies" and "oh... they look cold..."

It takes a long while for Y/N to be okay with Eclipse holding their baby and to believe that the siren young can be cared for in their own harpy manner, but eventually, they all form a little motley unit!

Sun and Moon are larger than the chick and love grabbing fistfuls of that fluff because that's what they do with harpy Y/N's feathers but baby chick isn't okay with that, so, the little sirens are taught to be gentle. Siren young are a bit more durable than Hapry offspring. The baby chick, however, has two warm and snuggly buddies now.

The little girl harpy is so intrigued by all the commotion! She knows something's not right when her parent isn't happy with the weird black and white fish holding her, but she loves playing with the other smaller fish, and she wants to be tough and play rough like them and sing like they do!!! But she chirps a lot and her notes are quick and shrill. She loves Eclipse like a father and she loves her harpy parent, too.

[nebuladreamz]

I'M GOING TO KINDLY ASK THAT YOU STOP GIVING ME A HEART ATTACK EVERY TIME I GET A NOTES NOTIFICATION FROM YOU

no don't ever stop

My mental capacity cannot take multiple hits like this when I see you interacting with my silly posts- especially when you INSPIRED said silly posts-

grovelling at your feet, I was in a vc with a friend and they heard first hand how insane I went

GHFSJHGGFHJSGHGHJ HIIIIII BIG WAVE I WAS GOING THROUGH A TAG AND THEN GOT BASS BOOSTED SEEING THAT POST AND. HAD A MOMENT OF POINTING AT MY SCREEN LIKE

[naffeclipse]

So the Syzygy boys are all tough and scary, BUT when I imagine them having to watch over a kid (hostage situation) I can only imagine 2 things

Either they still have access to their systems from when they were daycare attendants

OR

"..."

"..."

"Do you... Want a beer?"

"THEY'RE FOUR-!"

"IDK! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO WITH THEM?!"

Oh, Sun and Moon would not want to find themselves around children—not for fear of caring for said kid, they know very well how to tend to children, but for the fact that they don't like those reminders. They don't like anything that brings them back to their daycare days.

[nebuladreamz]

Btw I am gazing at your banner

The way you draw Moon just hits different in the best way

SOBS!!!!!!!!!!!! OUGHGH THANK YOU HES SO SILLY TO DRAW <3333

[saturnsstufff]

@ur-cow-nonny @sugarandspicebutnonice @vixenfoxpup

[saturnsstufff]

Misfortune

credit to @vixenfoxpup​ this is her work, all characters belong to her.

Warnings: Character death

Misfortune.

    It happens to absolutely everyone at least once in their lives. Whether it be the loss of a beloved’s life, of one’s own life, or the worst luck that one can imagine, it has affected everyone in the world.

    Well, what if misfortune was given by one being? But not by their own will? What if misfortune was the very culmination of the one forced to bestow it upon others? Would you then pity the one who had to force their gift upon others? Or would you still resent them with all your might, wishing terrible events to happen upon them, because of something they cannot control?

    Maybe she can answer these questions, through a look into her past, present, and what is to come for her. 

    Introducing, Rahni.

    The young immortal had beauty beyond compare, with locks of curly, blossom pink hair, soft gray eyes, rosy skin, and a smile that could brighten anyone’s mood.

    This is the woman who built her kingdom, brick by brick, inch by inch, day after day. For nearly three hundred years, the woman single handedly made her empire one to remember, with the fire made blue by those who have wronged her, and who she had slaughtered. She built her empire in the coldest of lands, to ensure that any mortal who trespassed there would not survive unless she granted it.

    She ruled there with a mighty, yet kind, hand. Every day, she would mingle with and befriend her subjects, granting them each their daily needs, whether it be advice or material items, such as food and warmth, in the freezing air. This went on for generations, the empire living without war due to how generous Rahni was with other kingdoms, them being unable to find reason to attack the Arctic Empire.

    Until, one man showed up. A stranger who had managed to survive the frozen wasteland and, what was rumored to be enchanted, forest that surrounded the empire, and when he was confronted with about what his purpose was for being in the empire, he simply said, “To see Her Majesty, myself, and see if she truly is the ruler she is put up to be.”

    This angered her loyal subjects, offended by how someone could doubt their ruler’s authority, and caused them to notify the empire’s guards, arresting him. Word got around to the Queen and soon she summoned him in her throne room, due to her curiosity. The man presented himself by the name of Zieran, and he had come from another kingdom, to study how her own functions. 

    This surprised the queen, and out of pure curiosity she granted Zieran permission to live and study in her land, as long as he stayed in her palace.

    Over the course of the next few years, Zieran learned more and more not just about the empire’s economy and system, but about Rahni, herself. How she would always visit her townsfolk, communed with her palace servants, and laughed with her guards. He learned that she never treated those that were below her authority as such, instead lowering herself in front of them, and when he asked those she spoke to about it, they simply stated that it was impossible not to treat her as an old friend every time she came to them.

    Soon enough, Rahni and Zieran began to become closer, when Rahni requested that he shared his studies with her each week, so she could verify if what he had found was true. She eventually realized that everything that he found was indeed factual, but she still called for these meets, as an excuse to see the tall man each week. Soon each week turned to twice a week, to every other day, to every day. The two were inseparable, soon falling in love. They were then wed, years into the ordeal.

    The new king and queen continued to rule for years on end, Rahni sharing her youth with Zieran, not making him immortal, but so that he aged tremendously slower. Together they colonized new lands, allianced with more kingdoms, and were infamous for their good deeds to their people and others.

    ...Alas, it was never meant to be.

    One evening, Rahni had walked into her chambers to witness an assassin in the act of murdering her husband. In a fit of rage, she annihilated their soul, before rushing to her husband, who died in her arms that day.

    The village rarely saw their ruler after that day, for she never spoke to anyone outside the palace, and those that she did speak to only had short, curt conversations with her. She continued to grieve for her king, but that was merely the beginning of her history with misfortune, and how it would forever affect her future.

    “M’lady?”

    Rahni lifted her head from her hands, having been in deep concentration, focusing on her royal reports and proclamations from neighboring kingdoms. She had just started reading a letter from the fellow god and emperor, Rio, before she saw that one of her head guards was at the door to her office.

    “Yes, sir?”

    “You see, ma’am, the other guards and I found something, and we’re not sure what to do with her.”

    “...’Her’?” Rahni’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What on Ranos was he talking about?

    “Yes, ma’am. I believe that you should see her for yourself.” Curiosity once again got the best of the immortal woman, so she had her guard lead her to her throne room. “Before I open this door, your Highness, I ask that you don’t… overreact.”

    Now Rahni was itching with suspense, dismissing her guard with a mere wave of her hand before reaching for the door’s knob.

    What she found on the other side shocked her.

    The noises of a baby’s wails greeted her ears, and standing in front of her throne was one of her handmaidens, holding a crying infant. Rahni practically sprinted to her maid, not sparing a glance as she asked, “Where was she?”

    “We found her by the horse stables, madam-”

    “How long was she there?” Rahni’s hands were held midair, as if she were contemplating just snatching the baby from the maid’s arms. 

    “It can’t have been more than a day, when our guards made the patrol around the palace grounds last night, there was no one in sight, then when one of our stable boys went to replace the horses’ feed, there she was in the feeder,” the maid was looking warily between the baby and the queen, not sure what to do in that situation. Rahni continued to restrain herself from grabbing the bundle in the other woman’s arms, but she did lean closer to examine the supposed orphan’s features.

    Despite her face being bunched up from wailing, she could see that she had emerald green eyes behind tears, and a small head covered in ginger locks of hair. On the sides of her head poked out small ears with slight points on the ends. Rahni could no longer resist the urge to reach for the child, so instead of taking her into her own arms, she settled for having the girl wrap her small right hand around her own pointer finger, doing so made her wails silent.

    Rahni wept.

    She, as an immortal, would never be able to have a child with a mortal, hence why she had no children while her husband breathed. Yet, Rahni could not deny the maternal instinct in her heart when she made contact with this small human. But… 

    “I can’t care for her…” Rahni forced herself to remove her finger from the infant’s grasp, and once she did she began to cry again, this time harder as she shook her soft hands in fists. Rahni resisted the urge to place her finger back in her hold. “I wouldn’t be able to find time for her, let alone take care of her!”

    “Then let us do it!” Another maiden entered the throne room, trailed by a few more. “Let us take care of her! We’ll feed her, change her, and make sure she grows healthily!” Rahni was taken aback by the womens’ urge to keep the girl. She looked between the maidens, to the baby in their arms, to the room around them. Still looking unsure, the eldest maid, who was currently holding the babe, spoke up.

    “Mistress, you’ve been so glum since Zieran, you need someone like this in your life again,” The woman paused, still seeing uncertainty in the queen’s eyes. “Would you like to hold her?”

    Rahni’s eyes lit up, despite her somber stance. She silently nodded and walked towards her throne, the maidens following closely behind. At this point, even a few guards were not-so-discreetly poking their heads through the main door.

    Now seated on her grand throne, Rahni extended her arms expectantly, soon receiving what she requested. With the infant now in her arms, she stopped her loud screeches, and looked up at the queen, with big eyes.

    Rahni’s heart lurched in her chest, and as she gazed down at the ginger babe in her hands, the palace staff knew that there was a new addition among their midsts.

    Rahni decided that it would be best to assume the role of the infant’s older sister, instead of mother, but she did bestow the child with the name Xena. Xena continued to grow and age with beauty and grace, and the two sisters’ bond was unlike any other. Rahni always made sure that the other’s needs were met, and Xena consistently helped her sister in times of need, including helping the queen become used to visiting her people more often, again. 

    However, sixteen years later when things began to look up for Rahni, it all came crumbling down again with misfortune.

    Xena, now sixteen, had quite the habit of using Rahni’s personal library. The young woman knew of her sister’s immortality, and of the many different ethereal beings and realms, so one day, while looking through the shelves of books, she stumbled upon a worn book on a back shelf. The book’s cover was covered in dust, and the spine was falling apart. Blowing the dust off, Xena found that the book was about the undead realm.

    This was one of the few realms that Rahni refused to tell her sister about, and the fact that Xena had found this made her ecstatic. So, opening to the novel’s pages, she found an endless supply of knowledge about the realm, such as the unique species, mannerisms of the undead, and what the terrain was like, ranging from warped forests to wastelands that contained lost souls in its very soil.

    But what interested the young princess the most was the ruler, Shugarah. The queen of the undead, stated to be ruthless and unforgiving. The more she read about her, the more she wanted to know, so one day when Rahni went to visit another kingdom to discuss a compromise, Xena began the process of creating a portal to this forbidden land. According to the book, she needed materials such as obsidian, ruby dust, and the portal creator’s blood.

    So she set to work in a private section of the palace garden, where she layed a circle of obsidian in the grass, and spread the ruby dust in the center. Lastly, she used a rock to cut her hand. With the blood oozing from her palm, she mixed it in with the ruby dust in the center. Xena took a step back as the portal roared to life. The dust and blood swirled within the obsidian to create a window into the hellish land, and as she looked into it, her body was struck with fear, but along with that fear was intrigue.

    After she patched up her new wound, she mustered all of her courage, and grabbed a bag of supplies, such as the book, first aid, food, some gold, more ruby dust, and she jumped into the unknown.

    The first thing she felt was heat that she could never compare to the summer’s hottest days, but despite the temperature, she did not sweat.

    “Odd,” she whispered, as she examined her clothing, seeing no sweat marks. Looking around all she could see were red rocks that made the floor, that covered the sky, and crawled up all around her. Collecting herself, she began her trek through the land, book in hand. What she was searching for was Shugarah’s fortress, which was said to be hidden deep in the center of the world.

    On her journey, she found indescribable places and creatures, including an ocean of lava instead of water, purple and blue forests, and walking skeletons. 

   After what seemed like days, she finally approached the grand walls of Shugarah’s fortress. Just as she was about to begin her treach through the walls of the infamous building, she saw a few young creatures in the corner of her eye. They seemed to be humanoid… pigs? She remembered reading about them, and how they were called ‘piglins’. They only came up to her waist, and some looked undead compared to others, their skin green and bones showing, but nonetheless, they played with wooden swords.

    She giggled at their little game, and approached them.

    “Hello!” The piglins had not noticed her before, but when she spoke, they seemed very startled and the tallest one nervously held his sword at her, while the rest hid behind him. Xena sat down, not wanting to seem threatening to the young piglins, and reaching into her bag, pulled out the gold she had brought, which were in little nuggets.

   The tallest immediately recognized the yellow mineral, and his pupils dilated at the sight of it, but his stance did not move, and he was still focused on protecting the other piglins. Xena then placed a few nuggets on the ground, and crawled back slowly, waiting for him to approach her instead of her approaching him. Soon enough the piglins approached her, one by one, five in total, and Xena found herself immersed in playing with the foreign children.

   She wasn’t sure how long they played together, and was also unaware of how long she was being watched by a mysterious figure from the fortress walls, which was now about ten yards away from the group. 

   The playtime between the two species led to a makeshift conversation. The piglins understood a miniscule amount of English, but could not speak it. Xena pulled out her book once more, looking for the section about the others’ species, and she, herself, began to make makeshift words in their tongue, which consisted of grunts and groans instead of fluent words. With her back now to the fortress, the piglins sat in front of her, listening and seeming to giggle at her poor attempts to speak like them. One even laid their head in her lap, seeming to be the most comfortable with her presence.

   This went on for who knows how long, but the end was coming closer. Eventually, Xena saw as all of the young piglins around her stiffened and became eerily silent, except for the, what seemed to be, youngest that had fallen asleep in her lap. All of their beady eyes became locked on something behind her, and before she could realize what was happening, a voice spoke.

   “Impressive, I’ve never seen them so open around something not of their kind.” Xena hesitantly craned her neck to glance behind her, and there she was. Shugarah. She was even more elegant than she was said to be in the book, and Xena could only gaze in awe.

   Shugarah wore a dress of black silk that hugged her slim figure, the only skin that showed was that of her feet and a portion of her leg that revealed itself in a slit in the dress. Her sleeves were made of a slightly transparent material, drawing attention to the muscle in her biceps and forearms. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight braid that swept over her shoulder, long enough to have the end touch her hip. The goddess stood at what seemed to be a seven foot tall stance, with her gazing down at the teenager in a slight interest, with her glittering hazel eyes. 

   Xena couldn’t help but feel the urge to bow in the intimidating presence of the queen of the dead, but could only sit there due to the sleeping piglin on her legs. Snapping out of her trance, she turned back around to softly remove the creature from her lap, but froze again when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

   “No, no! Don’t move him, they can be quite rowdy when woken abruptly,” Shugarah had knelt down to be directly behind the much younger being, and her head was just above Xena’s shoulder. “Here, let me take him.”

   Before Xena had time to process, Shugarah’s long arms reached around the girl, and swiftly took the snoring child into her own grasp, not even stirring the small piglin from his slumber. They both stood then, and the teenager wasted no time turning around to properly bow to the queen.

   “Oh, dear, none of that, now,” Shugarah shook her head, moving the child in her arms so that one of her hands was free. “Now, state your purpose.”

   “Uhm, no specific reason, Your Highness! I-I just found this book, and I-”

   “A book, you say?” Shugarah raised an eyebrow. She leaned slightly to look around Xena, and saw the book there, it’s pages still open to where it spoke of hell’s many creatures. Xena began to fumble over herself as she rushed to turn around and pick up the abandoned novel.

   “Yes!” she cried. “I had found it in our library, and your world sounded so interesting, so I-”

   “Made the portal…” Shugarah mumbled, breaking eye contact. The two stood there for a minute in silence, before Shugarah asked, “So tell me, mortal. Do you have a name?”

   Shugarah was surprised when Xena hesitated to answer. As she looked down at the ginger, she couldn’t help but notice that she was looking at the nearby fortress as she fidgeted with her hands.

    “Well?” Shugarah stared at her expectantly.

    Xena blinked, drawing her gaze away from the fortress, back up to the queen before her.

    “Well, your Highness, I come from the Esther family, and I live with my sister-”

    “‘Esther’ as in Rahni Esther?” Shugarah’s eyes lit up, and a smile graced her features before she realized her reaction, and she cleared her throat. “I mean, you come from Rahni Esther’s bloodline?” This sudden change of tone confused the mortal, but she didn’t question it. Instead she merely began to walk past Shugarah, towards the fortress, continuing to gaze at the intimidating structure.

    “Yeah, she’s my older sister,” she answered, without looking at the other. Shugarah blinked at how nonchalantly a mortal could say that their sibling was a goddess. 

   At this point, the piglin children had run off, leaving just the youngest still asleep in Shugarah’s arms.

   After a moment of watching Xena, Shugarah had two thoughts at once. “You still never told me your first name, child.”

   “Oh, my apologies, it’s Xena.”

    “What a lovely name,” Shugarah then initiated her second thought. “Would you like to come inside?” Now that caught her attention, causing Xena to turn around, her eyes as bright as stars. The queen chuckled at her enthusiasm, and led the younger being towards her abode, with the redhead practically bouncing on her toes.

    Once inside, Shugarah introduced Xena to some foreign cuisines, and the two made small talk with each other about the underworld and overworld, and how their kingdoms were run differently. They had been talking for about an hour until, “Miss?”

   “Yes, Xena?”

   “I was wondering, in the book it said that you were ‘unforgiving’ and ‘cruel’, and I wanted to ask, uhm, how come you haven’t…”

   “Killed you?”

   Xena was shocked by how blunt she was, but she nodded sheepishly, awaiting Shugarah’s response.

   “Oh, it’s because you looked interesting, I guess.”

   Xena’s skin paled, but then the queen laughed.

   “Dearest, I’m joking with you! I was intrigued while watching you play with the children. Most adventurers who survive the path to my fortress don’t survive, and when they do arrive, most try to attack the piglins and their young. So when you came along, you did something I wasn’t expecting, and not much down here is ‘different’, so to say.” Shugarah looked away, a somber smile on her face.

   The two continued to chat until Xena realized how long it must’ve been since she left her realm. Bringing this to Shugarah’s attention, the queen offered to make a special portal that would lead right into the fortress, for whenever the young woman wanted to visit at any given time.

   Agreeing to this arrangement, Shugarah led Xena to her, what looked to be, a garden with many exotic plants and a few mystical creatures roaming around the grounds. The goddess proceeded to make a much more grand portal than the makeshift one that Xena had made, with it standing upright instead of on the ground. Once activated, Xena could see her garden on the other side, and more importantly, who was on the other side.

   Xena cringed at how Rahni seemed to be absolutely fuming, standing with her arms crossed in the garden, near Xena’s previous portal. She looked up to the queen, only to see her wide eyed, seeming  to be absolutely enamored with the overworld, or, more specifically, the other goddess.

   Taking a deep breath, Xena stepped through the portal, with Shugarah staying behind, but still visible within the portal’s borders. Rahni began to approach her sister, looking ready to scold the living daylights out of her, but then she glanced behind her, and froze. Her eyes went wide, much like how Shugarah’s had, and her face went a light shade of red. Xena decided to slip past her, waving to Shugarah before departing towards the palace.

   The two goddesses gazed at each other, only hearing of the legends that the other held, and never actually meeting in person. Little did either of them know, this moment would change their lives forever.

   From that day forward, Rahni, instead of Xena, snuck to the portal to see Shugarah. In their time together, Rahni learned that the other goddess had also lost her husband recently, and Shugarah learned of Rahni’s kingdom and how she came to be the empress she is now. There was an immediate connection between the two, which was plain to see for anyone. Xena would also involve herself in the queens’ affair, being a, what one would call, “wingwoman”. Before either of them knew it, they were in love.

   For years, the two’s bond grew stronger and stronger. But, again.

   It was never meant to be.

   Rio, the god of chaos and monstrosity, had heard of the queens’ bondage, and out of pure boredom, decided to come in between it. He watched from afar, still feigning friendship with Rahni, as he searched for anything to bring the lovers apart. During his watches, he found one who was close to both of them, and that they would do anything for her.

   Xena Esther.

   One night, he snuck into her room, and while there, made an absolute monster out of her. He cursed her to forever walk on all four limbs, to be given a jaw full of teeth sharper than any sword, and a mutilated body of orange, a mix between all of scales, feathers, and fur.

When he completed the transformation, his maniacal laugh could be heard all throughout the palace’s walls. This awoke Rahni, and she practically flew to her sister’s bedroom, but alas, it was too late. Rio’s infamous power was irreversible.

She wept at the sight of her younger sister, now a horrid beast, who didn’t even seem to recognize her older sibling. Rahni was forced to have her guards lock her away for everyone’s own safety, including Xena’s.

Shugarah eventually got word of what had occurred, and she was absolutely furious, enraged that another god could do this to an innocent soul. She would have gone to punish him, herself, if Rahni hadn’t stopped her. Shugarah could see the pain and anguish that the empress felt, and decided that the best thing for her to do would be to comfort her companion.

Years after the incident, Rahni and Shugarah had wed and conjoined their two kingdoms, Rahni’s being the practical gateway to the underworld. Rahni was slowly recovering from the loss of her sister, but soon enough, the two wives could not live happily forever. 

Rahni had been asleep, Shugarah managing the souls passing into the afterlife that night, when an aura of suspense swept over the empire. It was a night that was very similar to another.

The night King Zieran had been murdered. And soon, it was about to happen again.

As Rahni slept, a guard entered her bedroom. Unbeknownst to anyone in the palace, it was an imposter. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

The stranger approached the queen’s sleeping figure, and slowly raised a sharp dagger above her head. But… they couldn’t do it. The assassin could only hold the weapon in the air, trying to force their arm to finish the act, but eventually had to pull themself away forcefully. Rahni slowly awoke to see the intruder, frozen next to her bedside. Her gray eyes showed minimal fear, for she could see that the soul before her may have had cruel intentions, but their heart was good.

She quickly disarmed them, and sat them on the floor so that she could speak to them calmly. The stranger soon burst into tears, murmuring apologies not to Rahni, but someone else. She gave them a minute to compose themselves, until they were finally capable of speaking. She did, however, resort to threatening them for the truth, still wary due to this person having tried to kill her not an hour beforehand.

They introduced themself as Faux, and that he was the younger brother of the assassin that had killed Zieran. He had come to avenge his brother, and to finally prove to the world that it was, in fact, possible to kill an immortal being. Rahni could not help but feel pity for the boy before her, for he looked to be no older than sixteen. He reminded her of her sister, in a strange way. So, she struck a deal with Faux.

“If you are able to slay the god, Rio, then I will grant you your brother back, in return your word that you and your brother will never slay another living being again.”

Faux agreed, and Rahni then granted him the supplies that he would need to defeat the god of monstrosity. Of these supplies included a charm that would turn Faux into an ordinary fox as a disguise, and a vial of serum that would turn its consumer to stone.

And so, Faux set off on his quest to kill a god. When he reached Rio’s kingdom, a temple within a jungle, he activated the charm and turned into the small, orange mammal. He snuck into the temple, where other animals from around the world roamed. Rio liked to surround himself in the company of different creatures to examine their features, and make new monsters with the inspiration. 

The time was noon, and Faux had discreetly slipped the serum into Rio’s cup of wine. He watched from afar as the god entered the room and sat down to his meal, and he witnessed the unsuspecting king down the wine in one gulp. Instantaneously, Faux saw that Rio’s skin turned to a hard stone, forever frozen in the position of placing his goblet on the table.

Rahni could feel from across the world that the deed was done, so she revived Faux’s brother’s soul, and she fled to her dungeon, where Xena had been kept for nearly six years. However, what she found horrified her far more than the beastly figure that her sister had previously had.

Xena was dead. The transformation from her monstrous form back into a human was too much for her body to handle, and there she was on the dungeon floor, limp and lifeless.

Rahni’s shriek echoed through the entire empire, and the grief that overcame her was unbearable. She sobbed as she held her sister close to her chest, her tears flowing more than they ever had before. Xena’s death was the one that broke the young goddess.

Rahni isolated herself from absolutely everyone but Shugarah, and she never spoke again. Throughout the years of her existence, Rahni who had once been a goddess of promise and prosperity, was now the culmination of grief and sorrow, all due to her everlasting misfortune.

[naffeclipse]

Btw the mistletoe kisses in White Coat make me absolutely feral, thought you should know-

BUTTT I have to wonder, would Eclipse try to use that tradition with the vigilante? 👀

THANK YOU! (If anyone hasn't read it yet, you can read it here!)

Eclipse isn't usually so compelled into holiday traditions simply because if he wants to do something, he will do it. He doesn't need the excuse. But the mistletoe is an amusing exception. He'll get that kiss from the vigilante and play with them in the way a tiger does, all sharpness and menace, goading them into giving in due to the mistletoe hanging above them.

The vigilante will duck and weave to escape such a situation, but if Eclipse catches them in his arms, and there's no other escape route, they'll see that the only way out is through. They'll share a kiss like ice and fire, and then the vigilante is yanking on a sun ray to catch him off guard, escape his crushing grip, and hit the ground running.

[naffeclipse]

Hi, just wanted to let you know the part of SJ that is my absolute favorite and runs through my head at all hours of the day-

That last chase sequence, where the vigilante believes that everything is over. Their favorite detectives know who they are. What they are. Believing that there is no redemption for them, due to what Eclipse had said.

And the boys, trying so desperately to keep up, to catch up, to catch them and explain. That they don't want to lose the best person that had possibly ever come into their lives. To avoid losing another person that they're so close with.

A chase unlike all of the ones they had had in the past. Before it had been a game of "catch me if you can", when this chase, if they don't catch them, they may never have the chance to again-

Being just a step behind them, out of reach, barely being able to grab their clothes before losing more and more proximity. Before they're gone from their sight.

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH RAHHHHH

THANK YOU!!! Ohhh, I love how well you decipher that scene because it really is the most important chase of all their lives!! You're so sweet, thank you for reading!

[naffeclipse]

Since Orclipse calls y/n "Birdie", would that leave him to be the most possible contender to call hare!y/n "Bunny" out of the 3 in OFM?

Nicknames, Naff, nicknames are such a staple in your fics and I love each of them-

Of course! Y/N is too terrified to correct him by saying that they're not a rabbit, much less a bunny, but the affectionate name grows on them eventually.

THANK YOU! I love nicknames and terms of endearment so much sobs