#💛Kieran

[ufolvr]

Kieran: um... Uh... Do you. Um. Do you want to start over and be friends again 🥺???

Me: oh honey dear... I never stopped being your friend

#looking at kieran as someone whos in his 20s is like oh no honey i get it. i get jealousy. i get how it burns you from the inside out #but youre like 13. theres still time. i love you. #fr though every time someone asked what he was to me - friend or rival - id say friend. #if asked if i Was his friend id say yes without a doubt #darling angel... i hope you make more friends. i hope this helped you get out of your shell #carmine i hope you die #pokemon scarvio #pokemon scarlet and violet #blueberry academy #indigo disk #indigo disk spoilers #the hidden treasure of area zero #the hidden treasure of area zero spoilers #💛kieran #him and allister would parallel play

[dipplinduo]

Happy birthday!!! Hope you’ve had a good one! I haven’t gotten the chance to read all your fics yet, but I just want to let you know that what you’ve written of “The Dichotomy in Our Hearts” really has gotten to me in the best way and really helped me on a bad mental health day. Thanks for providing a hub for us dipplinshipping lovers! Stay iconic!

Oh my God that feedback on that fic is actually legit among the most heartwarming things I've ever had the pleasure of hearing regarding my work.

I am utterly amazed that my writing has the capacity to do that, and I'm really, really honored that it was able to help. 💛💛

I am also quite literally honing in and writing more for it this weekend because I know it's been on the back burner for awhile, and those of you who do read it have been patiently waiting 🥹💛💛

Thank you so much for the birthday wishes & kind words!!!

#seriously this one really got to me #anything to make some brighter days 💛💛 #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran #my fics #absolute fuckin fave #fave #buckmink being iconic #“stay iconic” also GOT TOMEEEEE

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So i hope its okay... Can i request arven penny nemona and kieran Meeting a pokemon Trainer that is basiclly Pokemon sword/shield MC and maybe hop or marni come to visit? Or it can just be Just the Trainer i wouldn't mind anyway here's the team

A inteleon is kinda like a big brother to the team but still is Sometimes mischevous

Zamazenta who May look cold but is essentialy a big puppy

Gerdevoir who kinda has a sibling like rivaly with with salazle on who's stronger

Salazle who is a little diva but both her or gardevoir will beat you up if you insult the other

And a sylveon and glaceon who are like peas in a pod and will go out to defend the other if something happend

Anyway you don't have to write it if you don't want to since its kinda long and have a good day/night 💜💛

Arven

Apparently saving a region from an ecological crisis wasn't your first rodeo..as you've done this in Galar too.

After sharing stories of how you became champion, prevented Chairman Rose from causing a second "Darkest Day" with Eternatus, revived the Hero Duo (with Zamazenta being living proof), etc...Arven's fully convinced you need a vacation.

Funny enough, Paldea was meant to be your fresh start and a way to begin your studies like a normal kid.

But of course that didn't happen.

Facing the Titan Pokémon together reminds you of the Dynamaxed ones, but you thanked Arceus they weren't that gigantic nor have any brutal G-Max moves.

When it comes to food, Arven learns you can make a mean curry dish, often trading each other recipes.

In fact, you've made so many types that your team is just happy to eat whatever you've cooked up.

Speaking of which..your current team is the same one from Galar. You decided they were ready for a new adventure in a new region by your side.

Inteleon, once a timid Sobble, tended to sneak bites of curry/sandwiches from the others, but otherwise acts like a cool older brother to your team.

His Snipe Shot is deadly and he lowkey missed being able to Gigantamax, although he likes how flashy he becomes when terastalized.

Zamazenta actually enjoys belly rubs, discovering this only after witnessing Arven give Mabosstiff pets on the stomach.

Gardevoir and Salazzle have been rivals since they were a Ralts and Salandit, having a few sparring matches during camps/picnics.

But trust they will BOTH go on the offense if anyone dared hurt the other. Arven witnessed this firsthand down in Area Zero when an Iron Hands attacked Salazzle with a ground move, and Gardevoir's Moonblast absolutely destroyed it.

Finally, Sylveon and Glaceon were two inseparable Eevees. You couldn't catch one without taking the other with you, and ever since then they've stuck together like glue, even evolving at the same time.

When Hop and Marni visited you in Paldea (whether to just travel or study abroad), Arven gets a little jealous that they were your friends before he was..but learns to get along with them.

Penny

Assuming she was studying abroad in Galar (after ditching Team Star) when the events of SWSH took place, she definitely would have seen your face around social media and on nearly ever TV station.

She knew you defeated Leon in the championship.

But she NEVER would've guessed it was you who also stopped the second Darkest Day from happening--and quelled Eternatus, of all things.

It was like you were the protagonist of some epic anime, doing all this heroic stuff yet being so casual when talking about it to her, Arven, and Nemona.

But she wants to hear all about your adventures!

Even though she was a little jealous you did all these cool things while she had to continue her studies.

She's thrilled to meet your Sylveon and Glaceon, finding their strong bond to be sweet and similar to her own Eeveelutions.

If you went to Crown Tundra, she immediately asks if you met her father and apologizes on his behalf if he was too overbearing.

But you amuse her with the story of how Calyrex kept temporarily possessing his body to speak to you.

The first time you brought out Zamazenta, Penny was a little intimidated by the way it looked at her menacingly...

Until it does the same thing Miraidon/Koraidon did to her during Operation Starfall:

And that is tackle her in kisses and icky wolf slobber.

She wonders why all your Legendaries do this to her..

Underneath the gruff, tough, and battle-hardened appearance, it turns out that it's really just a giant puppy longing to be spoiled like a Growlithe.

Nemona

Right from the get-go, she knew you were Galar's most recent champion and wanted to see how you fight.

Of course, that meant you had to adapt from the Dynamaxed battles you were so accustomed to and get used to Terastalized battles instead.

But you're a quick learner.

In fact your Inteleon, despite being at a disadvantage against her Pawmot, still managed to sweep half her team.

Sometimes you'll have your Paldea starter in your party in place of Zamazenta, but when you brought the shield wolf out for the first time during a picnic...Nemona was in awe.

"So THIS is one of the legendary heroes that Ms. Raifort taught us about????" She gawks, especially as you bring out the rusted shield and let it transform.

Penny made a good point: you may as well be a modern-day hero of Galar yourself!

She also wanted to hear all about your trials and tribulations with the gym challenge, having seen your battle on television and how Leon congratulated you for winning the championship.

Ngl it made her tear up the first time she rewatches it with you, proud of how you were still eager to finish it even though the Second Darkest Day interrupted the match and almost destroyed the whole region.

It lowkey made her feel bad when you, her, and the others had to go down to Area Zero and prevent another disaster that would've also unleashed dangerous Pokémon all across the region...

Yeah, you definitely needed a break and a chance to feel like a normal trainer.

And what better way to do that than to battle Nemona again and again?

Kieran

When you first met in Kitakami, you never struck him as the type to be Galar's Champion (as well as its savior from the second Darkest Day--the first one being an event he read about in books).

It's not something you liked to brag about anyways. So you downplayed your experiences while talking to him during the signboard project.

All he knew was that you lived in Galar and participated in the gym challenge. That's it.

Only when you show up to BB Academy does he overhear people talking about you like you're some celebrity, and he realizes you've been keeping even more secrets from him...

"Did you hear?? The Galar Champion is joining the league club!"

"I heard they reawakened Zacian and Zamazenta! They brought the heroes of Galar back to life!"

He refuses to believe it up until the moment you two battle, where Gardevoir and Salazzle worked incredibly well together, before you sent out Zamazenta near the very end.

Ofc Kieran is FURIOUS, screaming about how you lied to him yet again and "never changed".

"You told me you were just a normal kid from Galar...WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING FROM ME?!!"

It's so unfair. You're hailed as a hero in a different region, you held two (and eventually three) champion titles, AND you have Zamazenta on your side...while he's a nobody from Kitakami who gave up so much and worked so hard--only to realize he'll never be even half as great as you.

How could he ever be like you with so many achievements under your belt?

But after you two become friends again (with you apologizing for not fully telling him the truth about yourself), Hop called you in hopes of visiting the academy's Terarium to research the Pokémon there.

You introduce him to Kieran, and they have a long chat about their rivalry with you.

Things get a little awkward when Hop rambles about his constant losses against you and his desires to become stronger (plus his struggle to step out of Leon's shadow), only to find his true calling as a professor in the end.....before asking Kieran how he coped.

"...oh um...I-I didn't really cope that well. I got jealous and bitter and..let's just say I wasn't very nice to [y/n]." He mutters, feeling ashamed.

"Awh really? But you seem like a nice chap now!" Your Galarian rival/friend tries cheering him up, although he understood his pain and felt that same humiliation several times before.

But Kieran did learn a thing or two from him, just like he did from Nemona. Battling was still his calling, but he forgot how to have fun with it, and he needed that reminder.

He mentions trading you an Applin, and Hop does a spit-take, asking if he knew what that meant (or if you told him).

If so, then he congratulates you both on your new relationship.

If not, then you let Kieran google it on your rotomphone...

Before he buries his face into Zamazenta's fur a few seconds later, trying to hide his worsening blush while you and Hop just laugh.

#clanask #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon penny #pokemon nemona #pokemon kieran #pokemon hop #pokemon swsh x reader #headcanons

[choicesfandomappreciation]

Secret Admirer Event—February 2024

Thank you to everyone who dedicated their time and talents to make this event possible! Without all of you, none of this could happen! I know not everyone who wanted to participate was able to, due to time and real life responsibilities, but I hope that you can still help support those who did. I will try to host another secret pal event before long. Maybe something in the spring?

Alphabetical by user name of the giftee Please let me know if you see any errors or any links that are wrong

💖 To: @a-cloud-for-dreams 💛 From: @cowboy-eldritch

Bryce x MC Art

💖 To: @aallotarenunelma 💛 From: @abelflints

Abel x MC Edit

💖 To: @abelflints 💛 From: @hydn-jpg

Lincoln x MC Art

💖 To: @aria-ashryver 💛 From: @aallotarenunelma

Quote Edits #1 Quote Edit #2 + Drawing

💖 To: @cadybear420 💛 From: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Lucas x MC Art

💖 To: @cowboy-eldritch 💛 From: @peonyblossom

Valax x MC Moodboard

💖 To: @gaiuskamilah

Marya Blades MC Art 💛 From: @storyofmychoices Nia Video Edit 💛 From: @a-cloud-for-dreams

💖 To: @hydn-jpg 💛 From: @cadybear420

Cas x MC Edits

💖 To: @inlocusmads 💛 From: @vampirkit

Trystan x MC Art

💖 To: @lilyoffandoms 💛 From: @gaiuskamilah

Kieran x MC Art

💖 To: @moominofthevalley 💛 From: @tveitertotwrites

COP MC Moodboards and Picrew

💖 To: @noesapphic 💛 From: @moominofthevalley

Desire & Decorum Moodboard and Playlist

💖 To: @oh-so-youre-a-nerd 💛 From: @storyofmychoices

Wind (LOA) Geometric Art Ernest x MC art and drabble

💖 To: @peonierose 💛 From: @totojo2

Gabe x MC Art

💖 To: @peonyblossom 💛 From: @inlocusmads

Kit Jackson x MC Art

💖 To: @storyofmychoices 💛 From: @peonierose (Art by @lilyoffandoms)

Mal x MC Drabble + Art

💖 To: @thosehallowedhalls 💛 From: @aria-ashryver

Woven Threads and Winding Roads (Pt 1&2): Five times Tyril attempts to braid Raine’s hair; and one time those threads begin to come together again as they should. Woven Threads and Winding Roads (Pt3&4) Tyril x MC Edits

💖 To: @totojo2 💛 From: @noesapphic

Come Back to Me, Detective: After Cameron Rose collapsed after saving Marguerite and the grand reveal of who was the killer all along, Trystan has some thinking to do before Cameron wakes up

💖 To: @tveitertotwrites 💛 From: @lilyoffandoms

Derek x MC (AME) Art

💖 To: @vampirkit 💛 From: @thosehallowedhalls

By Any Other Name (fic): Do Kamilah and Carmilla have anything in common besides some consonants and vowels?

#choicessecretadmirer2024 #choicessecretadmirer #choices secret admirer #choices #playchioces #choices game #playchoices game #choices fandom apprecitation #choices fandom

[elettralightwood]

Happy Pride Month my loves ♡

🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🖤🩶🤍🤎

Thank u @cassandraclare for giving us the representation we all wanted and needed 🫶🏳️‍🌈

Let me know which characters are just like you!!

I'm gonna party with Magnus, Helen, Hypatia, Kit, Mark, Kieran, Matthew and Michael!! 💙🩷

(Pls pls let me know if i have mistaken any character sexual orientation or gender identity. Or even any flag. Thank you!!! ♡)

#tsc #shadowhunters #the shadowhunters chronicles #happy something #happy pride month #pride month

[peonyblossom]

Countdown to 2024

⭐️ December 28: 4 artists or artworks that brought you cheer

@choicesfandomappreciation

@jaredkau 💛 i love your art to much and especially your ethan and tobias!! i love how different they are than canon they both look so amazing in your art style and headcanon my faves: my bday gift | big titty ethan | tyril and kieran spinny spinning | andrew graves (this one isn't Choices but i still love it)

@mydemonsdrivealimo 💛 i love seeing your art on my dash it's always so amazing!! and i'm so proud of you for starting commissions this year and super honored to have gotten one my faves: | my commission!! | thomas x avalon (for @gutsfics) | jensen through the years <;3 | reunion show poster

@oh-so-youre-a-nerd 💛 your art is seriously out of this world and i always get so excited to see it on my dash! i love your style and hope i can commission you this upcoming year! my faves: shakespeare redraw | aerin x mc | amalia getting ready | bloodbound art (for @gaiuskamilah)

@hydn-jpg 💛 i love your art so much and i'm so happy i was able to commission you this year!! hopefully i'll be able to commission even more next year! my faves: catboy!sydney | noah marshall expression meme | gabe, cas, mc sleepover (for @griffinsboyfriend) | plane doodles

#choices countdown to 2024 #choices fandom appreciation #playchoices

[cheemken]

Ya know I haven’t really talked about Drayton n Kieran yet so here’s some canon hc stuff!

Okay so I believe in the French translation it’s stated that Kieran is 14….which I don’t believe lol with how shy he is in the teal mask and then crying over not getting ogerpon in the teal mask as well it just doesn’t fit right w/ him being 14 it seems in line of someone who’s 10 or 9 really + Drayton says he misses the old shy Kieran who likes to battle for fun so we can assume that Kieran was in the league club even before his desire to get stronger and tbh if a 14 yr old was around ppl like the E4 I doubt they’d be as shy as Kieran was in the teal mask, being around those 4 would give anyone a confidence, boost, so yeah Kieran is probably like 10 or maybe even 9 but def no older then that, anyways enough of my rambling n to the actual hcs lmao

Once Kieran is back in the club after mochi mayhem, he’s often seen curled up against Drayton snoozing on the clubs couch together as all of his intense training messed up Kieran’s sleep the boy is often really tired

Drayton is actually really good at comforting/calming down a crying Kieran weather it be from a legitimate reason like the trauma from terapagos, when he’s tired that he can’t help but cry or just him crying from not getting his way with something, Drayton is the second best at calming Kieran down (the first being carmine of course)

On the topic of terapagos, Kieran often goes to Drayton about his issues with the legendary bc Drayton knows what it’s like to be impacted by a legendary and Kieran doesn’t wanna bother his sister more with his trauma cause like yeah terapagos was gonna kill him, that energy beam was going straight for Kieran, he’d be dead if protagonist didn’t step in, so he talks to drayton about his trauma n drayton helps the best he can

Drayton eventually drops the “Ex-champion” nickname teasing as he sees it really upsets Kieran n they just started being friends again! He doesn’t wanna lose Kieran again!

They fly together across the terrarium on their dragonite’s :) often having fun lil races 

Drayton joked about carrying Kieran when we beat him during the champion fight but he actually does give Kieran piggyback rides when he wants! He enjoys carrying Kieran a lot!

Just like with the E3, Drayton can be protective of him, that’s his lil brother your honour……stole him from carmine….~Drayton angst anon💛

Huh but y'know I can picture Kieran being 14, there are teenagers that are still kinda shy around that age, and given his upbringing, it's understandable why he'd act like that too

But anyways hahaha

That's dope tho, them bonding over their trauma regarding a legendary. Drayton never got to really face off Kyurem like Iris, only ever saw him after Iris finally got him from Ghetsis' control, a much tamer Kyurem than the one still being controlled by Plasma. He can't imagine how it must've been for Kieran too, being face to face w Terapagos, almost dying bc of it. Nearly died bros tho real lmfao

That's cute them flying around w their Dragonite🥹 reminds me of this one concept I have of Iris and Lance too hahah and aughgh the piggyback ride thing cndmdn like how Iris would do it for Drayton too your honour they are so soft cnmdnd

#but dray stealing him from carmine tho real😭🤣 #unova kids #pokemon hcs #drayton angst anon #an ask and an answer

[ufolvr]

Once again mourning the fact carmine is a fun pest of a character but pairing her up with her meek darling of a brother did her absolutely no favors. She just comes out as a turbo asshole whos always screaming at someone half her size. Come on girl go to therapy.

#like if all of that had been directed towards the PLAYER id have 0 issues with her behavior #i think more teen girls should be bastards #but kieran. the poor thing feels like he has to ask you if youre his friend in kitakami. do you see the issue here. #not to mention the line 'i didnt even hit him or anything' or whatever made me want to recoil and spit like a cornered cat #she shouldve been his classmate or some shit idk. the contrast is a bit too strong. its pure eyestrain at this point #📡 incoming transmission 📡 #💛kieran

[dipplinduo]

I understand if it’s not your genre of music, or if someone has submitted this before, but the lyrics to T. Swift’s song “Mr. Perfectly Fine” just fits so well for our main couple’s current dynamic in S&S dipplins! Just my opinion.

OMG no stop I am actually in the .005% of top listeners for Taylor Swift and I got your reference immediately LOL (this is also one of my favorite Fearless TV songs and easily the best vault track, you have GOOD taste anon).

And my GOSH that HURTS 😂😂😂 they're gonna end with "Lover", "You Are In Love", & "Daylight" vibes when all is said and done so long as my heart is still beating, I promise you that. 🤗💕

#i love being a swiftie and I love Swifties 💚💛💜❤️💙🖤🩷🩶🤎💙🤍 #fun fact #TTPD comes out a day after my birthday #I am so hype you dont understand #its 1000% gonna influence my writing LOL #my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #juliana pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana x kieran

[greypetrel]

Haiiiii ✨💛 *serve minimo tre teglie di tiramisù*

For the AU meme (please do pick just one if these are too much :'D) : -15 for an Alyra and Aisling tag team (bonus if Merrill is interfering) -16 for the raccoon of our hearts and/or bearded king Garrett (but the king/queen is someone unexpected OO:) -26 for all of the babies / two of your choice / it's the TQC crew (omg!) instead and the DM is Darcy bambino mio bellissimo aaaaand of course Shahra has Something To Say about it because the setting is clearly a ballroom scene disguised as a dungeon

MA BUONGIORGIO.

I’m writing this as I start: let’s see if I can make it with three short things to post all together. The first one set my brain on fire and I’m loving it so WHO KNOWS.

Added after the first AU: OOPS. In my defense: I love urban fantasy and New York settings and this could become a series by itself.

Tis the prompt list

Could be Worse.

15. Urban fantasy/paranormal (werewolves, vampires, ghosts, paranormal investigators, etc.)

It all had seemed a good, innocent enough way to make more money.

Or at least, that’s what Alyra had thought at the start, when she and Morrigan had set up this whole endeavour.

They needed it to keep their house, an old abandoned firehouse that they were slowly and steady renewing. Except, the rent spiked, and neither of them together could allow it anymore. Go figure with a child of 10 in the middle.

So they decided, one night, that combining forces for a little, innocent scam that could bring them some more money, would have been the way to go. They just needed the guts to lie in people face, and they both had it, and competences enough to make their stories plausible - and they had them too.

Morrigan, an History professor at the Saint Nug Community College and part-time herbalist, would have made something up to root their claims in historical evidences, and concoct a fake exorcism. Alyra, a forensic psychologist, would convince old grannies that what they saw was correct. They just needed a scientific counterpart.

Hence when Lavellan came in. A colleague of Morrigan, who couldn’t lie to save her life and was there only because her job didn’t pay her enough to repay her student debt (“You wouldn’t believe how little Columbia pays their PhD students and assistants!” she would say, laughing it off), but beside the weird habit to dance when she had a blowtorch in her hand -who left Alyra extremely worried and had set on fire at least two cardboard boxes, one flower vase and Kieran’s homeworks- she was clever and insanely competent.

Or well, usually.

Not when she was shaking her instrument like it was a spray can, a frown on her face as the relevator beeped and booped wildly.

In front of the client, of course.

“Everything is perfectly all right, Mrs D’Onterre, our expert is just…” Alyra looked behind her, at the blonde who was now hitting her device against the wall as they walked on, muttering something with a pout in her voice. “… Checking that our instruments are perfectly functional. Which they are, right, Dr. Lavellan?”

“Oh? Y-yes, uh…” She blushed and stopped using her relevator as a hammer, retreating it and starting to look at it intentely, a deep frown on her face. They had tried to teach her to make a poker face, with scarce results for now. At least she was aware of it enough to look elsewhere. “… There’s some great activity, here.”

“Which means that we must be close.” Morrigan concluded, much more convincingly, stepping quicker and stopping before the group in front of a closed door. She turned on herself, making a show with a swirl of the fringes of her shawl and a tingle of jewelry as she did so. She dressed the part of the witch, and looked like one, deep kajal making her eyes seem even more poignant in the dim light of the old house. All in black and dark Bordeaux, she looked positively like a raven. “Now, Mrs D’Onterre, I must ask you to leave us alone. We need to commune with the Spirit, for the exorcism to be effective.”

“But I’m sure I could be of help in communicating with my poor, poor husband-” The lady tried to argue, nervously playing with the long string of pearls on her neck.

From the noise of them, Alyra considered, they must have been true: which only meant they could ask for more money than what they initially thought. If only Aisling could behave and stop glaring at the screen as if it had something wrong and she was surprised it reacted, it would have been an easy job, and they would have returned home with a glorious first gig in their pocket, and the money to pay rent.

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be here.” Alyra added, with a sympathetic hand coming to rest onto the woman’s shoulder. Her shirt was silk. Of course it was. “Ghosts process grief much more violently than the living. Have you heard of the five stages of grief?”

“I-” The woman looked at her, confused. “Y-yes, of course.”

“Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. One after the other. Our departed add Revenge and Destruction, if they’re treated in the wrong way.”

The woman paled at the revelation. Alyra smiled, faking a sympathy she really didn’t feel in the least.

“I know it’s difficult to stay away from your beloved husband, I promise we’ll call you in if the situation will allow it. We just need to make sure dear old Woodrow is past his Revenge or Destruction phase.”

“I see. Please, do all you can, there’s a Picasso in that room, that was his late mother’s. It would destroy him if some harm came to it.”

Alyra’s smile only grew, as her mild disgust for the woman in front of her. But she was a professional, so she just patted the other woman’s shoulder and promised her they would have been extremely careful and done all they can. Poor old Woodrow only needed assistance to pass into the light, and she could have returned to admire the painting her husband so loved.

And then, finally, after a last recommendation from Morrigan not to open the door, no matter what she heard or saw, they were finally alone in a filthy rich reading room. Scantly lit as well, because if they could afford bookshelves of pure mahogany, a table coffee between two sofas with a marble plane and yes, a damn Picasso painting over the mantel, covered by two flower vases that partially hid it from view, paying for new lightbulbs was definitely too much.

“Fucking parasite.” Alyra hissed.

Morrigan chuckled and started to pour the content of her bag on the coffee table, putting everything in order and sitting on one of the sofas exactly like she belonged, perfectly at ease in the luxury. Hadn’t she known she was born in a hippie community with no running water, Alyra could have thought her for a rundown ex debutante raised in the Upper West Side. She fixed a lighter, an incense burner with some sticks, a bunch of laurel, lavender and rosemary tied together, a small collection of crystals of various colours and shapes, some charts and a golden pendulum.

Which left Alyra free to turn towards the third party, glaring at her and pointing her hands on her hips.

“What did we say about rule number 3?”

“Stick to the plan and follow your hints.” She huffed, fishing a screwdriver out of a pocket of her boiler suit and lowering the goggles on her eyes. They seemed impossibly large and made her look like a fish. “I’m sorry, but this fucking thing is behaving.”

“Behaving how?”

It indeed was still beeping and booping like crazy, filling the room. It was getting pretty annoying, no way around it, and the fact that miss Columbia Doctorate was frowning at him, didn’t bode to anything good.

“It shouldn’t beep like so! It’s supposed to detect electromagnetism in the air… I calibrated it to detect the fields of house appliances, like fridges and A/C units, tvs… But it should not be so loud and insisting. Unless they have a real problem. Something is letting out a strong magnetic field, which makes my relevator react. I don’t know what it is, maybe they have a generator which is malfunctioning, such a strong field can only be caused by a quantity of electricity that isn’t really safe for a house, and if we calculate-”

She stopped, at least, realizing something. She looked up, eyes impossibly big behind the lenses and finally noticing that her colleagues were observing her with utter disinterest in their faces.

“Uhm, either I calibrated it to be way too sensible, or every bits of metal should be magnetic in this house.”

Alyra nodded, and walked briskly to a window, where she tried to stick the house keys to the metal handle. When she let them go, the keys fell to the parquet without a hint of resistance. Huffing in annoyance, the redhead picked them back up.

“Not a magnet. Please make that infernal device stop or I’ll throw it out the window.”

“I’m trying.” Aisling insisted, grumpily, as she slipped her bag on the carpet and sat on the sofa opposite of Morrigan, one ankle folded behind the opposite knee and back curved over her instrument. She fished some more instruments from her bag and set to work.

“Or maybe there’s truly a ghost.” Morrigan said, absent-mindedly, blowing on an incense stick and waving it around.

“Please.” Alyra groaned.

“Why not? This house is very old. XVII century, from the Dutch coloners. The legend says that Gertrude, the daughter of the owners, rich fabric merchants, evoked a demon and killed all her family. And there has been… Quite a few murders in the course of the centuries. All dead by stabbing.”

“We’re in New York City, people stab each other all the times.”

“Not all the time, my love.”

“Remind me to invite you to the next bring your son at work day. You’d be surprised.”

Morrigan chuckled, as she walked around with the incense stick, filling the room with its perfume as she kept on telling the story of that place, and more on the stabbing part. All the victims had been found in that library, all stabbed in the very same vital point. It wasn’t, that much was clear and Alyra worked with the police enough to know it, not the job of an amateur. And with enough mental openness, Morrigan concluded, one could also say that it was the job of not more than one person.

“Or just a bunch of history nerds with prosecution of grandeur and narcissism enough. Do you know how many Zodiacs have appeared?” Alyra muttered, propped on a windowsill and still not convinced.

Still not convinced by the fact that apparently, the smoke all flowed towards a certain corner of the library, right above a big brass globe that worked as liqueur cabinet. Morrigan observed it with interest.

“Odd.”

“There must be an air vent there. Come on, chant some things, spray your water, let’s go. This will cost the old goose enough money for all three of us, and we’ll have pizza on the way back.”

“You really don’t believe in anything unexplainable, do you?” Morrigan turned, cracking half a smile towards her as she raised an eyebrow.

“I think ghosts are just the products of suggestions. There’s no scientific evidence to support sightings, right?”

She turned towards Aisling, who now stood still, looking at the screen with less of a challenge on her face and pure concentration. She rose the goggles back on top of her head, and was munching on the back of the screwdriver absent-mindedly, leaving it beep, and didn’t look up as she spoke.

“Maybe it’s a ghost for real.”

Silence fell on the room. Or well. Almost, because the damned detector was still going crazy.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“I’m not. I wouldn’t have accepted this job if I didn’t believe in ghosts and the paranormal.” She looked up, blinking at Alyra with disbelief. “You don’t believe in it?”

“Of course not, this is a scam and I have a Master! You’re a Physicist, why do you believe in ghosts?”

“Because the world is that much duller if Nessie doesn’t exist.”

“You do believe in Nessie.”

“Of course! She’s very gentle and I’d like to give her some scratches. Such a good girl.”

“How do you scientifically explain a plesiosaurus in a Scottish loch?”

“There’s so many things Science hasn’t explained yet…”

“I told you she was the right person for this job, love.”

Alyra groaned loudly, and marched to the liqueur cabinet as well. If she was the only rational one that was sure they were scamming a rich idiot and nothing more, and wasn’t there hunting for ghosts, she definitely needed some liquid courage to restore some of her patience. She opened the globe and took out a bottle of whiskey that looked pricey enough. A fresh gust of wind breezed in her face, but she shrugged it and ascribed it to the air vent.

“Alyra-”

“Stop me.”

She uncorked the bottle -an old Glen McKenna from 1936- and brought it to her lips, when the bottle literally exploded in her hand.

She yelped and jumped behind her, covering the spike in noise from the detector behind her. Morrigan jumped at her, pushing her away and pressing her thumb in her palm, hard. Something felt wet there, and when Alyra looked down, there was blood on her hand.

“… Hell of an alarm.”

“We should get back.”

“We are due rent in two days. Clean this mess, say some prayers, take her money and get out.”

“She’ll realize we didn’t do anything, ask the money back and we’ll be over.”

“There’s no ghost!”

“DOWN!”

Aisling yelled, and Morrigan pushed Alyra down on the ground, just in time for a knife to be thrown over their heads, swishing in the air… And stopping its flight right in the centre of the Picasso on the mantelpiece, swinging forlornly this way and that.

The trio froze, as the detector launched a continuous beep in the air. Alyra’s butt was wet with spilled whiskey and she was sure she had other glass shards in her thigh. But all she could think about was another thing.

“Tell me that painting is a fake, please.”

Morrigan swatted her arm, groaning. Except, another knife appeared out of thin air, pointed right at them.

They froze instantly. How quaint, that when he came to bring them food -which was maybe not so casually every time Aisling was in charge of cooking lunch for everyone when they worked- Cullen, Aisling’s boyfriend, an ex-sergeant in the NYPD, suggested to come with them. Just for support and to do the heavy lifting. Alyra dismissed it with a groan, saying that they didn’t need a person more, and they couldn’t have justified his presence too. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but respected the no.

It would have come handy, right now, a fourth person that actually knew how to behave in a fight.

Everyone got stabbed in New York City, after all, and apparently today was their turn.

“We’re here to help!” Aisling declared aloud, talking right to the corner with the globe as she rose up, hands up in the air, a ghastly expression on her face.

The knife stilled.

No one moved.

“Go on.” Morrigan said, voice aloof as her usual, but Alyra knew her enough to read fright in it. Fright, in how her hands were clutched on her arm.

“I- uh- Sure.” The Physicist behind them continued, clearing her throat. “We- we- We were sent by your wife. Your lovely, lovely wife, to help you.”

The knife moved.

“NO! Please!”

The knife stilled.

“I- uh- W-we didn’t want to touch your things. Or… Or offend you. We did offend you, didn’t we? I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

No reaction from the knife. She walked slowly, palms still up in the air, and never turning from facing the corner. She walked around the coffee table and the other sofa, making her way impossibly slowly towards the corner with the liqueur globe.

“I’m Aisling. That’s Alyra, she’s my friend… She apologizes from taking the whiskey. Right?”

“I don’t-”

Two sets of eyes, one green and the other of a hazel so light that it looked yellow in some light, turned to look at her with scolding. Alyra felt the stupidest she ever felt in her life, but whatever trick it was, she played along. Whatever Aisling was doing was working, and by her own rule, everyone should play along. Damned sisterhood.

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have taken the whiskey without asking.”

The knife lowered its point, and Alyra paled considerably.

“See? She’s not that bad. She’s just a little grumpy and abrasive, but she’s very caring.” Aisling kept on, slowly making her way towards the corner.

“I’m not-”

“You are, love, silence.”

“And the other is Morrigan. She’s a good mom and she knows a lot of things! Really a lot. You would like her, if you read all these books. Her office is also full of books.”

The blonde kept chatting and telling trivial things, which incredibly seemed to be working. The knife didn’t raise again, didn’t motion to move and be thrown. It stood there, still in the air as the blonde apparently tried to befriend an invisible presence or a weird tourist trap. Alyra kept chanting in her head that it was just a tourist trap. That it was just a trick with the A/C, that was why the room was suddenly colder and she could see her breath condensed. That the knife was just hanging from a nylon string that they couldn’t see in the dim light. That was why the light was so dim, so they couldn’t see the trick.

Except, when Aisling came to stand right in front of the weapon, telling the presence of the squirrels in Central Park, and about how she saw one rolling down a hill full of fresh fallen leaves, once, and it was so cute. Slowly, very slowy, she managed to move a hand down and gently close her fingers on the handle of the knife.

“-There.” She said, smiling a little forcibly, but still a smile. “I knew you were good, Woodrow!”

She took the knife in her hand took breath to speak again, when someone else spoke.

“I’m not Woodrow.”

The blonde yelped and jumped behind, letting go of the knife. She stomped heavily on glass shards, thankfully with heavy combat boot on, and Morrigan yelped too, retreating over Alyra to dodge the knife that landed on the carpet where her foot was.

“I’m Cole.”

---

“… And you’re sure you really don’t mind it?”

Alyra asked, flabbergasted by the… Stoicism or stupidity, she couldn’t say, of Aisling’s boyfriend, leaning casually over the door of what had to be the oldest station wagon in the city.

“There are worse things.” He simply answered, shrugging as if it everything was normal.

“Worse thing? Worse things than welcoming a ghost that started to throw knives at people because in 1776 the one person who could see him asked him to guard the house and don’t let people steal from them? What is worse?”

Her voice sounded shrill, and she knew that from an external point of view she would have really looked like the worst in the little group that collected in front of the old firehouse, between the aforementioned run down station wagon and a Volkswagen Westfalia painted in purple and Bordeaux and ravens. And that group counted Morrigan, still dressed like your friendly neighbour witch, in boho fashion, one ring for finger and burning a bunch of bay leaves and rosemary around a floating takeaway cup of mango lassi that was somehow drinking up from the straw, with a decisive sound of sucking, all by itself, and an Aisling that kept on chatting with said floating takeaway cup. Explaining minutely how mango lassi can solve everything in the world, her mother always said, and how he would have loved the flat, and Cullen’s pancakes the next morning.

Said Cullen, who blinked twice at her, and in the most serious way, like he wasn’t talking with a person who was at her second existential crisis of the day, answered.

“She brought home a horse, last year.”

“Horses exist, ghosts don’t!”

He turned to look at the lassi cup, which lowered in time as a male voice spoke:

“I want to see the squirrels.”

“You don’t need to walk ghosts and clean their poop.” Cullen continued, cool as a cucumber. “And I hope this ghost won’t wake me up munching on my toes. Or sit on the couch and bite if you try to move him.” A pause, and he frowned, finally worried. “He can’t bite, can he?”

“The throwing knives part doesn’t bother you? Seriously??”

“I was in the NYPD. Won’t be the first knife attack of my life, won’t be the last. You’re a forensic psychologist, you should know it.”

Oh yes, Alyra did know it. All too well. And furthermore, she was really at a loss for further counter-arguments about that whole predicament. She could hope to win if it was two against one, using her relationship to Morrigan as a lever, and the old “I’m the mother of your son!” argument. But this was becoming 3 against 1, and ghosts existed, her wounded hand hurt, and all she thought she knew about the world was wrong.

So, she grunted, decided that she could stop playing hysterics, that was Williamsburg and not a playground, they just made it back from Manhattan all in one piece -more or less-, they got paid well, and their ectoplasmic impossible new friend was going to Jackson Heights with Aisling and Cullen. All she had to do and all she did was, now, regain some dignity, ignore how Cullen sympathetically patted her shoulder and told her that Aisling’s mother was right about mango lassi, and to just eat something and go to sleep.

With Alyra’s chagrin because she knew he was right but hated people mothering her.

With Alyra’s even greater chagrin, Aisling bid her goodnight by hugging her tight, as if they were suddenly best friends and without minding that all the redhead did as a comeback was awkwardly patting her back.

They wove their goodbyes as they hopped on the car, and with a half empty lassi floating in the backseat, they drove away into the night and left the other couple on their own.

“You told me it was a scam.” Alyra retorted.

“I told you that potentially it was a scam.” Morrigan blinked, turning annoyed by that discussion. “Only if we didn’t find a ghost. It’s different.”

“You chose her of all people because she’s mad as a hatter?”

“I chose her because she’s really good at what she does. She turned down a research position at Columbia to go and teach at a community college, you know? And yes, because she believes in ghosts and Bigfoot and Nessie.”

“Maybe you should just go as a pair. Marry her and not me and live and work together in a world full of undead teens and seances and werewolves and dragons, without me breaking your rhythm.”

Morrigan looked at her with a look. With disappointment and scepticism, crossing her arms at her chest and bending her head that way. The same way she had looked at her ever since they met, when they disagreed.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Alyra grumbled, turning to get back in the house, marching towards the door.

“I look at you as you should be looked at, right now.” She replied, stopping her with a hand on the shoulder, squeezing.

Alyra turned and let the other hug her. She smelled like laurel and rosemary and incense, the shawl soaked all the perfumes she used in the night. It was a good perfume, and it smelled like her. She melted right into that, sighing heavily and circling her lover with both arms, before speaking again.

“I’m sorry. It was just… A lot to take in, and I’m looking for some easy target to blame to rationalize something that can’t be rationalized.”

“I know, love. It’s going to be all right. She’s right about one thing, tho.”

“…What?” She groaned.

“That Punjabi place was good. I bought you some Biriyani. And a mango lassi.”

“… You too.”

“I’m objective, and you are not. And you’re always grumpier with an empty belly.”

Alyra groaned, pushing the other away and rummaging in her backpack to find the keys, marching up to the door.

“I’m grumpy because ghosts fucking exist and Miss Unicorns and Rainbows wants to fix it with yogurt and mango.”

“It’s a lot to take on, but you know what does it mean?”

“What?”

Morrigan turned, stopping beside her and grinning with the exact same expression of a cat who just put its paws on a big, fat tuna while the fishmongers was distracted.

“We’re gonna make a lot of money out of it.” She grinned more. “So, now get your shit together and eat. Yogurt and mango won’t put you in any more existential crisis, I’m sure, and we do need Unicorns and Rainbows to make those money.”

Alyra then didn’t mind being pushed out of the way, handled a paper bag smelling heavily of spices, and let her fiancée open the door and enter first, with a huff of satisfaction as she sat on the bench and slipped out of her boots.

Maybe she was right, and that was what they needed.

But Alyra, forensic psychologist with a Master, refused to admit that anyone was right on mango lassi as the universal solution to all problems.

She could accept ghosts, but not that.

---

The road back to Jackson Height went pleasantly.

No one was around at that hour of the night, so it mattered little if Aisling was turned towards the backseat, smiling and explaining and listening to Cole explaining that he could disappear, if he wanted. But he didn't want, and he wanted something to do.

The way he -dead at fifteen and still sounding much like a teen- said that he needed to be useful to stay in this plane and get friends, and begged them to let him help, clutched at Aisling's heart with a vengeance. Cullen squeezed her hand, knowing, and she assured the ghost that he could stay all day on their couch doing nothing, for all they cared. It was, indeed, a very comfy couch.

They settled up for some more house rules -no haunting electronics, those were a lot of money, no waking up if not for emergencies, no touching the stove- as they went, driving the whole way up to the old ground floor flat they occupied.

Parked the pick up, they showed Cole the inside. It wasn’t much, and Aisling had to put some effort in shooing the pinto horse from the couch and back to the small courtyard outside, but it was well lived in. A yellow couch in front of a tv, a small kitchenette with a fridge all covered in photographs, more photographs and prints on walls painted in a warm shade of teal. A door to the bathroom, one to a bedroom, a glass one to the courtyard. A small table with space for six, another with two chairs outside.

Cole didn’t need a bed, but Cullen made him one on the couch anyway, shrugging it off as just “a trial, see how you like it”, as Aisling put all her instruments from the bag back to a bookshelf near a desk all covered in papers, notes and books in a terrible order.

Half an hour later, the couple bid goodnight to their new roommate, reminded the horse to be on his best behaviour, and closed the bedroom for the night.

They were, actually, too tired to spend much many words, and just hopped in their pjs and under the covers. Aisling curled up against Cullen’s side, as he switched the light off.

But evidently some more words were there to spend. After ten minutes in the dark, Aisling spoke again.

“Cullen?”

“Mh.”

“Are you sleeping?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“No Quantum Mechanics after dinner, hon.”

“Mpf, it’s not Physics.”

“Go on, then.”

She shifted on his side, crossing her arms on his chest to look him in the face as she made it.

“You worked with Alyra when you were in the police, right?”

“Some times, yes.”

“Does she hate me?”

Cullen opened an eye, looking at the silhouette of her face in the dark. And sighed heavily.

“She doesn’t.”

“But she always, always look at me with such an annoyed face… I don’t know, I feel like I’m always saying the wrong thing.”

“Does she blink when she looks at you?”

“Uh?”

He sighed, shifting a little to get more comfortable under her weight, recalling years ago, before he resigned from the central.

“She always looked annoyed and grumpy. At everyone. And yet she always had a helping hand. But when she was pissed off for real… She looked at you without blinking, let you finish speaking and then destroyed you with words.”

He bent up slightly, pushing his head forward to plant a kiss on Aisling’s forehead, affectionately.

“Mh. I was thinking to quit.”

“What? Why? You’ve been so happy to go at their place.”

He sat up, propping himself on his elbows and switching the lamp on the side table on back again. She blinked in the light, shifting to rest her head on his stomach, fingers absent-mindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t look at him.

“I like Morrigan, a lot. And Kieran too… But if Alyra doesn’t like me… I don’t want to be annoying. I know we need the money… But I don’t know, maybe this is stupid. Maybe I should go back to uni.”

“Ash.”

“I think that if I called, Dorian and Solas could get me back my job. It was paid badly, but…”

“Ash, you hated it. They paid you awfully litte. No.”

“I brought home a ghost, Cullen! Who tried to kill me!”

He frowned down at her, with reproach.

“Little Brother tries to kill us twice a week, I remind you. How many toes has he broken you?”

“That’s different! Cole is a ghost!”

Cullen sighed heavily, moving to pick her up and bring her bust up against his. She helped the movement, grumpy but not so angry as to avoid the contact. He sat her on his lap, crossing his fingers on her waist, as she circled his chest.

“Honey, you know I love, you, right?”

“Yes, and…?”

“… And I love you, but honestly ‘we found a ghost, can I keep him’, it’s not remotely the weirdest thing you ever told me or asked me.”

A moment of silence, and she frowned at him.

“What the fuck, Cullen??”

“It’s not you and Dorian talking about Quantum Mechanics over dinner and expecting me to understand.”

“We made it easy! I teach, and he’s-”

“Quantum Mechanics, Aisling. With formulas.”

Another moment of silence.

“And demonstrations.” Cullen concluded.

Aisling pushed back to face him and give him a look full of disbelief and reproach, before slipping down and flopping heavily at his side, on her back with her arms crossed on her chest.

“See, that’s why I went to teach to Saint Nug. You could understand us if you just had some more maths-”

He chuckled, slipping down himself to hug her and press a kiss on her temple, soothingly.

“It’s a lot, that’s true. But it’s gonna be fine, honey. We faced worse things.”

“Like Quantum Mechanics at dinner?”

“I’ll admit that isn’t remotely the worse thing, even if I understand more your mother when she speaks Bengali.”

She laughed through a kiss, trying and failing to kiss her boyfriend back. She had more luck with just snaking her arms around his neck in a hug, finally relaxed.

“How come?”

“Have you ever tried your own cooking?”

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #morrigan x mahariel #cullavellan #paranormal investigation AU #aisling lavellan #alyra mahariel #writing petrel #if you can catch all the references you win a muffin!

[aro-ortega]

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my writing / my art

my original characters + setting (light of the sea) - kieran calaer / hamish fairbairn (jay) / natalie barnett / joanna barnett / lyra schenk / lucas cassidy / chester bishop (blue) / eleanor grant (artie) / nai'im al-amin / gimble / gustavo / stowaway

kenelm wist / honey ogden / jodi patton

ana tolia / beltran

bf art 💛 / nsfw 🔞 / mira / enika / suzana / weaver / jay / fang / kerry / capheous / sahscka / hollis / rosalind / plasma

fallen hero - sidestep / ortega (julia / ricardo / aro ortega) / anathema / chen / herald / argent / mortum / puppet / ace / rat king / boris / rosie / hollow ground / nocturne / jake

sidestep & anathema / chargestep / steelstep / flystep / argentstep / mortumstep / chargesteel / chargesteelstep / chargeflystep / chargentstep

vanya mikhailov - marta / vanya x ricardo / vanya x chen / vanya x ricardo x chen / vanya & ace / three of hearts

milo park - puppet neil / milo x ricardo / milo x argent / milo x ricardo x argent / milo x mortum

sasja jespersen - puppet john / sasja x julia / sasja x daniel / sasja x hadley / sasja x daniel x hadley / sasja x argent

chuck kelley - puppet wade / chuck & ricardo / chuck x argent / chuck & daniel

xander wyatt - puppet yvette / xander x ricardo

teddy harlan - puppet ruby / teddy x julia / teddy x argent / teddy x argent x julia

josef richter - puppet addison / joe & julia / joe x chen

#op #🚧

[katsigian]

going thru valen's tag tonight and jst wanted to leave a lil love in ur inbox abt him ! 💛 i still have so much lore of his to cover, but i love love reading ur headcanons and cyberpunk stuff. ur so damn creative ! don't mind me as i climb my way thru valen's tag and learn more 🫣 hope ur having a nice night, kieran !

AHHHHH you're so kind Sam 🥹 thank you so much, I really appreciate it 🖤 I actually recently fixed up my tags, so it should be hopefully easier to navigate 🤞 If you wanna see just the lore stuff, that's all here! And thank you again, you're lovely! I hope you have a great week 🖤

#this was so nice to read dhfjdhs #this is also my opportunity to tell you that whenever i see the Ocean tag come across my dash i sigh dreamily while i go take a peek #at all the amazing tidbits 🥹 #mailbox 💌

[appropriatelystupid]

#love that the duration options are 1 day or 1 week #i’ll be honest i don’t even know if there’s one right answer but there is a wrong answer #appropriatelypolled #appropriatelyfeline #poll

[tartiicat]

HANSUM CAT

Drew this up for my dear friend, Kieran! 💛

#furry #furry art #furry artist #snep #snow leopard #cat #big cat #cat artist #animal artist #tartiiart #furry fandom

[coastalwind]

here's eight questions for nine four people

tagged by: @bellalaloca and @soberintentions thx for tagging me

last song i listened to: mi delirio by anahi

favourite colour: yellow 💛

last tv show or movie i watched: chucky

currently watching: chucky

sweet, savoury, or spicy: sweet

relationship status: single

current obsession: Pokémon's new design for Kieran

last thing i googled: fairy sandwich recipes

tagging: @oatmilfcoffee @lxnelyhearrt @napstabloody @means-nxthing

#tag game

[cheemken]

I am back with more hisuian zorua!Drayton stuff

His sleeping habits won’t leave my brainnnn, I think he’s turned both his at home bed and dorm bed into nests of blankets, pillows and totally not clothes he’s stolen from family and friends, he doesn’t really realized he’s turned his beds into nests, he spends so much time in his human form that his more pokemon instincts kinda just happen unconsciously 

He doesn’t even realize that when one time the E4 + Carmine and Kieran can over for a sleepover he made a giant nest on the floor for everyone to sleep together in, the others noticed but didn’t say anything to not embarrass Drayton (this was after the reveal), he sees the E4 + Carmine and Kieran as part of the pack just like his family so in his mind they all gotta sleep together

He also still occasionally crawl into his parents or iris’s bed and sleep with them (and drayden and subway twins when they visit) bc again pack instincts, he’ll also sleep with his Pokemon curled up around him as well sometimes!💛

Awww🥹🥹

Oh that mental image is so cute your honour I'm gonna combust that being smth that keeps him safe too imagine him just snuggling close to someone who sleeps next to him too in his lil Zorua form🥹

#he reminds me of my oc hahah #well ocs #theyre like werewolf kids #can turn to tiny wolf pups #but also speaking of #imagine drayton in this au in his zorua form tho #in the middle of thr night padding across the hall to go to either of his family's roon #so hed curl up next to them while sleeping #or just takes them in his own room bc thats where his nest it hahah #but oughgh thats so cute ;w; #hisuian zorua drayton au #ducydoo2000 #an ask and an answer