#If they use the word the just poor Darius

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Some Unused Urbz (GBA) Dialogue

I was looking through the string table in the Urbz for GBA and noticed some dialogue that goes unused in the actual game and decided to catalogue it and share it because I just love things like this.

If you see an '@1', in the dialogue, that's just a placeholder for the player's name (or at least for all of THESE. Sometimes it's used for other things.)

As a side note, the dialogue for this game is pretty well-organized and all the characters have distinct enough voices (TS2GBA DO NOT INTERACT) that it's incredibly easy to figure out who said what. There's also a lot more unused strings, but I'm just focusing on the dialogue right now

First of all, all characters, not just those you can have as a roommate, have roommate acceptance dialogues. So, here are all the unused ones.

BAYOU BOO: Gosh, that's fine idea. Don't mind if I do. BERKELEY CLODD: Sure I'll move in with you. What a splendid way to meet a whole new set of clients. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Sure, I'll live with you, buddy. But be warned: I stay up late. CRAWDAD CLEM: You know, It'd be real fun to share accommodations with you for a bit. Sure. EPHRAM EARL: To haunt your house with your permission, this I will do. PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: Sure, so long as you help me memorize my lines. HARLAN KING: Of course I will. How wonderful! LOTTIE CASH: Okay! That'd be killer! We're going to have such an awesome time. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Sure, why not. It'll be just like college all over again. MAMBO LOA: I would gladly share accommodations with you. When do I move in? Now? MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Sure, why not? So long as you don't mind the smell of bleach. OLDE SALTY: You're darn tooting! I'd be your roommate any day. CRYSTAL: Okay! I can't wait to redecorate your dumpy pad. POLLY NOMIAL: Yes. To maintain a domicile with you would be most enlightening. GIUSEPPI MEZZOALTO: Why not, right? It'll be loads of fun. I'm moving in today! ROXANNA MOXIE: Sure, why not? It'll be fun, you know? A real laugh. THERESA BULLHORN: Yes! I would love to share your life of glamour and fame. DARIUS: Heck yeah, dawg. We can kick it together. DADDY BIGBUCKS: You betcha! DET. DAN D. MANN: It's an interesting proposition. Hm… Consider it done! LILY GATES: An excellent plan! Your place is much closer to where I work! KRIS THISTLE: You want me to move in with you? After all I've done? Wow. You're great. GRAMMA HATTIE: What a grand idea. Your house will be a great place to hold meetings.

There is also an unused set of rep group-related dialogues. These ones most likely being used if you managed to get an exceedingly poor rep with your rep group.

DARIUS: Hey, @1. Check yourself before you wreck your Rep. The Streeties are getting sick of you hanging around. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Sorry to be the one to break this to you, @1, but the rest of the Richies think you're getting a tad uppity. Clean up your act or we'll boot you. POLLY NOMIAL: Our patience with your gradual assimilation into our social sphere is waning. Progress or be excommunicated from the Nerdies. ROXANNA MOXIE: A few words of advice @1. Shape up or ship out of our group. End of story.

These MAY not be unused, but I've never heard of anyone getting any of these messages, and, for the life of me, I could not get them to activate through my own twiddling. There exists no dialogue for actually kicking you out of the rep group. So even if this WAS used, it would just be an empty threat. (I mean… it's implied that it was your rep group that picked you up after you crash landed in Miniopolis, which is why you're apart of it despite not really knowing anyone.)

As a side note, when I was going through getting to -10 rep points with the Richies, after about -6, every time I lost a rep group point, Roxanna Moxie kept on giving my silver plaques. RICHIE silver plaques. Using the Artsie silver plaque dialogue. By the time I was done testing things out, I had five of them. Strange glitch?

So, the Urbz GBA, for whatever reason, doesn’t let us romance the elderly. That doesn't mean that there isn't flirting and kissing dialogue for the unromancable characters! The first dialogue is flirting, and the second one is refusing to accept a kiss.

EPHRAM EARL: A piece of human interest seems to be the loving way. EPHRAM EARL: I cannot kiss that which I cannot touch. HARLAN KING: Eh? Does that have a saucy secondary meaning I am not aware of? HARLAN KING: Ugh! No! Your breath smells like everything but fresh! OLDE SALTY: Arrr, you've cracked my barnacle encrusted heart! OLDE SALTY: I'll kiss no one! Not until you proves your devotion! DADDY BIGBUCKS: Hello there… do you mind if I buy you a small island? DADDY BIGBUCKS: Get away from me, you pest! I'd sooner kiss a sneezing dog. GRAMMA HATTIE: Stop it this instant. I know you're just trying to fool with an old woman's mind. GRAMMA HATTIE: Ack! Help! Help! Police! This boy is trying to inhale me!

Related, when a character accepts a hug or a kiss in-game, they don't say anything. However, there is actually unused dialogue for this event. Almost all of it is just "Aw!". However, there's a few exceptions.

BAYOU BOO: Aw! BAYOU BOO: Plant one right here, girl! BERKELEY CLODD: Come hither and embrace me, @1! BERKELEY CLODD: Ah! LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Come here, you! LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Oh! EPHRAM EARL: If arms were ribbons consider this my bow. EPHRAM EARL: Ah! EWAN WATAHMEE: Hugs are free, yes. But they are also round. EWAN WATAHMEE: Ah! PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: It's so good to see you too! Let's do lunch. PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: Ah! LOTTIE CASH: It's fun to be this close to me, huh? LOTTIE CASH: Oh! LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Wrap your arms around me, baby. LUTHOR L. BIGBUCKS: Yeah! MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: You washed your hands before you hugged me, right? MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Eek! CRYSTAL: Gee, thanks. You're sweet. CRYSTAL: Oh! OLDE SALTY: That's right, give poor Olde Salty a nice hug. OLDE SALTY: Yay! DADDY BIGBUCKS: Normally I don't let people touch me if they're not wearing an expensive coat. But for you'll I'll make an exception. DADDY BIGBUCKS: Normally I don't let people kiss me if they're not wearing fruity lip gloss. But for you'll I'll make an exception.

The first dialogue here is accepting a hug; the second is accepting a kiss. All characters not listed here just has "Aw!" as a response to both being kissed and hugged.

There seems to be a scrapped interaction, most likely called 'Talk about Pets.' from the subject of the replies and the fact that it was tucked between 'Talk about Ninjas' and 'Talk about Politics,' which would make the placement alphabetical. I wonder why it went unused!

Not every single character had a line for this. The following characters do not: Bayou Boo, Crawdad Clem, Ephram Earl, Ewan Watahmee Harlan King, Luthor L. Bigbucks, Mambo Loa, Misty Waters, Olde Salty, and Theresa Bullhorn. Some of these characters do have other lines that refer to owning a pet; they just don't have a dialogue here.

BERKELEY CLODD: I looked into buying a talented chimpanzee, but very few know how to pick pock- er, pick their nose. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: I have my pet rabbit to thank for my interest in journalism. Why? Well… isn't it obvious? PRITCHARD LOCKSLEY: I was so proud my pet lizard Harvey was cast as the lead in a new gladiator film. Sure he beat me for the role… but he was wonderful! LOTTIE CASH: I have a cute little pug named Paris. You don't think I'll get sued for that, do you? I hope not. MAXIMILLIAN MOORE: Sooner or later, every disease that pets get will jump to humans! The end is near! CRYSTAL: I totally want a pet dolphin so it can protect me from sharks. PHOEBE TWIDDLE: My mom was a cat lady and my dad was a dog guy, so I learned to love pets very early on. But I'll never forget the smell. POLLY NOMIAL: Your colorful colloquy is highly amusing. GIUSEPPI MEZZOALTO: If I tell you I like snakes, you'd better not make any jokes. Got it? ROXANNA MOXIE: Come by the carnival sometime! There are lots of needy animals there. SUE PIRNOVA: I'm not organized enough to take care of another creature. The best I can manage is feeding ants. DARIUS: I like goldfish. What? DADDY BIGBUCKS: Yuck! There is nothing worse that a sniveling, drooling, hairy servant who cannot follow orders. DET. DAN D. MANN: When people don't clean up after their pets, who do you think has to do it for them? Huh? I'm asking you because I don't know the answer. LILY GATES: Every time I buy a pet, I get so busy I forget to feed it. And then… well… I shouldn't own any pets. KRIS THISTLE: Don't remind me! My landlord doesn't allow pets, so when I moved here I was forced to sell my ferret. CANNONBALL COLEMAN: I owned a crow a few years ago. He made enough noise to scare ghosts away. I miss that old bird. GRAMMA HATTIE: I'm definitely a cat person. And a dog person. And a chicken person too. I'm really a pet person. DUSTY HOGG: I used to own a small python and a small dog. Now I just own a bigger python.

'Talk about Pets' does not show up in the list of interactions earlier in the string set.

Lincoln Broadsheet has some mission dialogue that, again, may not be unused, but I have never seen, and I have never seen anyone else talk about it.

YOU: Mister Broadsheet, would you help me write a thesis? LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Gosh, I would if I wasn't so busy. Tell you what I can do though: I'll let you use my computer to log in to my research database. That should give you some good ideas. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Hey, have you heard the recent news? A local TV station is filming a new Reality Television Show. YOU: Interesting, but I don't watch much TV. LINCOLN BROADSHEET: Me neither, but don't let that stop you from going up to Paradise Island and signing up. If you do well I could write a big article about you. YOU: Are they still letting people sign up? LINCOLN BROADSHEET: I think so. Head up to Paradise Island and see for yourself. And if you do well Id love to write an article on you.

Note: I have been informed that the first two lines in this section actually can happen in-game!

It is also appears he would have given the player the Reality TV Show plotline.

And finally, ‘The Bad Ending.’

DADDY BIGBUCKS: People around here call me Daddy Bigbucks. If you like what you see in Miniopolis, it's a good bet I own it.

This is actually listed next to all the character introductions, so this would have been how Daddy Bigbucks introduced himself, if he were to actually introduce himself. There are placeholders for the other characters who don’t get to say a proper introduction as well (Kris Thistle, Det. Dan D. Mann, Crawdad Clem, Harlan King), but they’re just placeholders. No text of relevance.

#urbz #the urbz #sims handhelds #gba sims #OH and i didn't personally extract all the strings from the game #someone posted it somewhere (i forgot who and where at) and i saved itttt ages ago #was just looking through it and noticed some unused dialogues and decided to share it! #i'm looking through the TSBO string ATM and ngl there isn't very much in the terms of character dialogue #-- AND SOMETHING ELSE. so a few characters in the urbz have dialogues referring to being arrested for passing out #in the sims 2 for gba (a game where you are sent to the medical center if you pass out) there are a few strings referring to #getting arrested for sleeping on public property. but there aren't any in the Urbz whichhhh #i think it's kinda interesting there are references to that in TS2GBA and not this game!

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Drabble idea - Darius hears some random bystander complain about Hunter being adopted by him, and Darius snaps.

Darius had been having a relatively good day, He had managed to negotiate with Hettie Cutburn over building plans, successfully give Hunter a gift without the boy trying to repay him with in the first twenty minutes, got Eberwolf to take his weekly bath early, and even managed to get rid of that one annoying black head on his nose.

However he needed to get him quickly before he missed the start of ‘Real House partners of the left foot.’ It was a new season, and he had managed to talk Hunter into watching it with him!

He was walking through a deserted street, trying to get home, when he noticed two men working at the end of the road.

One of the men was entirely foreign to him, with rich dark skin and a thick mop of dark orange hair, but the other was annoyingly familiar, the ex-scout had been assigned to him for one to many missions.

“And it’s just not fair- that little brat used to walk around the place like he owned it, and he gets away with no consequences, and I honestly don’t believe that abused crap for a second- we’d have known if the Emperor was beating him, for titans sake! Just because everyone is fooled by his sweet little Angel act, doesn’t mean I am, he’s lying to everyone about his true self, and I’ll prove it!” The former scout, a muscly man with olive green hair, a pale complexion, and a thin scar over his eyebrow, said bitterly.

Darius was only half listening, the words not properly processing in his head, until…

“And then the spoilt brat gets adopted by some rich, stuck up coven head! As if he wasn’t being spoiled enough by his uncle. He’ll be the next big issue we have to face, mark my words.”

Darius only knew one child who’d ever been supposedly beaten by the emperor, and was conveniently adopted by a rich coven head. His child.

Hunter meant so much to Darius, and him making the decision to confess the abuse he’d suffered at the hands of his Uncle to the court trying to track Belos’s extensive crimes had been a decision he’d cried and sobbed over in the days following, despite the surprising amount of support he had received from scouts and guards in the castle who had seen blood stains and bruises which had matched his claims.

And to hear someone dare deny it, to say his poor baby had been spoiled and had never suffered filled him with boiling hot rage, pricking and tearing at his skin.

As much as he knows he could easily win a fight against this man, he has Hunter to think about now. He can’t go and start fights with people because they say one irritating thing.

“Honestly- I’d have paid to watch that little brat get the shit knocked out of him-“

Nevermind, yes he can.

The man is on the ground before Darius even realised what he’s doing, Darius is screaming profanities at the man who is struggling to get away, clearly taking him and his orange haired accomplice by complete surprise.

Darius does let the man go, eventually, before encasing him in a wall of abomination.

Darius stalked closer to him, the man was made of muscle, but for however buff and toned he was, Darius was always that little bit stronger, and it was obvious the man had received a nasty fright.

“Don’t you ever talk about my poor boy like that ever again, you have no idea what he’s been through, and if I ever even suspect that you’re talking shit about him like some gossiping teenager, you’ll be sorry.” Darius promises, looking at the trembling man. His orange haired friend had left the scene.

Darius let the man go, and let him run off.

Anyway- where was he?

Right, his show starts in around fifteen minutes, he has to hurry, especially if he wants to hug Hunter beforehand.

#hunter deamonne #the owl house #darius deamonne #dadrius #this is so sloppily written #but I’ve had a rough draft of this type of scenario for a month or two #and i May as well put it to to use

[necros-writing-stuff]

Darius Radner/AFAB reader ("you" used as the pronoun) lil dribble drabble.

Warnings for uh... you're a sugar baby for creepy ass Dare, who enjoys being physically abusive with you and refers to you as kid every so often even though you're very much an adult because he has gross fantasies. Oh, and dacryphilia.

You can't breathe. Nothing is stopping you, but you can barely breathe from how badly you're hyperventilating beneath the behemoth of a man abusing your poor cunt. All the while he ignores your sobbing.

It's a messy kind of crying, your face splotchy, drool running down your chin while your hole similarly weeps its own juices. It shouldn't be, not for this brute treating his body like a battering ram.

Pressed down on his bed, belly against the soft sheets, Darius' large hand grips your hair tightly. It pulls at the roots, keeping your head up and every sob that escapes your mouth from being muffled. He likes hearing it, you think. He likes knowing what misery he brings every time you're herded beneath him.

"Oh - I'm not comfortable doing anything like sex-work," you'd turned him down with a smile. That was months ago, Darius having been a regular at the bar you served at. He knew you were struggling with necessities. He knew dangling the money over your head would either bring you to his beck and call or at least keep you quiet when he took what he wanted anyway.

How many times had it happened now? How many times had he called you over to his car once your shift ended, those dark eyes promising nothing but pain if you refused him in that dark lot? You'd mostly end up back here, at his home, in his bed while he used you like a toy. Sometimes he just took you in his car.

"That's it kid, scream for me again," his words hissed from between his teeth, the pleasure building for him more and more - something he emphasised with a whip-like smack to your already bruised ass.

Darius got his wish. He heard you bawl beneath him with enough sorrow that you'd think you were mourning.

And you supposed you were. You were mourning the part of you that knew how to defend yourself.

#spill my guts #not dol #darius radner #cw noncon #cw abuse #cw dacryphilia #cw psuedocest #afab reader

[polyhexian]

Alternate universe where everything is the same EXCEPT Jasper is, by some miracle, still alive.

(Belos was sloppy because there was a screaming baby in his arms, so he banished Jasper's body to the grimwalker pit without checking to make sure said body was actually completely dead. Some palisman that'd been moping around the corpse of its grimwalker friend sees that the poor guy is only MOSTLY dead and therefore SLIGHTLY alive and decides ohoho NOPE, not on ITS watch, and *handwave* magically fixes him up. It doesn't even have to be a Flapjack Sacrifice situation if Jasper wakes up enough to use the palisman magic to heal himself, and boom, now he has a replacement staff. Maybe Hunter the hawk isn't as dead as we thought and they bond over their shared desire to protect their loved ones from Belos.)

Cut to teenage Golden Guard Hunter having to deal with notorious masked menace the Martlet, who Hunter is CONVINCED is his arch-nemesis. Jasper just wants to connect with his kid and check on how he's doing and get to know him better. Their fights are basically Hunter giving 120% while Jasper dances around critiquing his form, giving him tips, asking about his favorite color and other things about his life, and attempting to engage him in philosophical discussion about how Belos sucks, actually. It's infuriating. Hunter is infuriated.

Jasper's mostly upset that his kid is so brainwashed that rescuing him right away isn't feasible. Turns out bargaining to have Belos call the kid his nephew means there's a whole added layer of toxic familial love in Hunter's indoctrination that Jasper himself never had! Even if he managed to kidnap the kid and get him to listen long enough to explain, there's still the risk Hunter would consider him a liar, escape, and run back to tell Belos all about it. So secret one-sided parental visitations over magical staff fights it is!

Maybe their dynamic starts to change when something happens like, Hunter gets captured on a mission by some criminals he was going after, and he's trying to think of ways to escape and trying NOT to think about how no one's going to come rescue him. And then the Martlet suddenly strolls in, kills every criminal in the hideout, and breaks Hunter out of there. Hunter is totally expecting to go from one captive situation to another, but to his surprise the Martlet just...tells him to be more careful, asks if he REALLY wants to go back to the castle, and when Hunter insists that he does, the guy just...lets him go. Huh. Weird.

Unsure if Jasper would consider himself to be Hunter's father, exactly - he was surprised when Darius suggested it in MH, and in this universe he certainly didn't get to raise Hunter as his son, and by this point he might feel that Hunter ought to have a say in whether he wants to call Jasper his dad or not - but Hunter is still his kid. When everything finally comes out and they're navigating their new relationship and hiding out in Jasper's main safe house, Hunter learns that Jasper has an entire bedroom set aside and made up for him. Kind of the opposite of grieving parents who never change their lost child's bedroom. There are multiple hand-sewn frog plushes and the bedspread is Hunter's favorite color and there's various other things Jasper selected over the years using the information he's been able to wheedle out of Hunter during their fights, or bribe out of contacts in the castle. Also a shelf full of parenting books; Jasper was following along with Hunter's development through the years.

No one knows the Martlet is the previous Golden Guard - there were several years between Jasper's "death" and the Martlet's first appearance, and he is NEVER without a mask or some sort of face covering around other people because he's paranoid that even the description of four slashing facial scars would be too identifying if word got back to the, like, three people who know about them. Whether he does much in the way of rebellion pre-series is debatable; his main priority is Hunter, and he's trying to stay below Belos's radar, so if he joins any rebel groups pre-series he keeps his involvement quiet. Or he just sticks to being a lower-level criminal and only starts to gain more attention when it's noticed that he seems to have it out for the Golden Guard specifically. Eda's well aware of him and respects his cheerful, irreverent chaos. Possibly he teams up with her and Luz a few times; he finds Luz fun to be around and is encouraged by her genre-savvy ramblings about how Hunter is TOTALLY due for a redemption arc even if he is kind of a jerk right now.

Whenever he starts rebelling in earnest, it'd be because doing so is the best way to protect Hunter. He's a valued member of the CATTs who brings a lot of fighting skills and useful information to the table, and everyone's happy to have him. Except Darius, who keeps wondering why their strongest ally seems to be insanely passive-aggressive towards him in particular. It's like this jerk AIMS for his cape.

BRAINWORMS BRAINWORMS BRAINWORMS

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Thunderstorms and Giggles

Hi hi hi! I have been more motived to write stuff lately! So Here’s another fic for y’all!! Hope you enjoy it!!!

If asked, Hunter would say he wasn’t scared of anything. He’d say that someone in his position of power doesn’t feel fear. He’d tell tales of the beasts he’s faced, the challenges he overcame, enemies he’s taken down. He was the Golden Guard, and he didn’t know the meaning of the word fear.

Of course all of this was a total lie. He was scared of plenty of things. He used to be scared of disappointing Belos, now he was just scared of Belos in general. He was scared of letting people down. Scared of being given to the Emperors Coven. But… there was one thing he was scared of that he hated admitting to. It was such a childish fear. It was something someone as strong and brave as him shouldn’t be scared of! Yet here he was, shaking and curled under a blanket in his room in Darius’s house, as a thunderstorm raged outside.

Yup. The big bad Golden Guard was afraid of thunder. How pathetic. As another boom of thunder hit he sobbed, curling up tighter and covering his ears. He hated feeling like this, so scared and small, so terrified. Belos used to make him sleep in the ballroom when it stormed. It was the loudest and scariest part of the castle during storms. Every rumble of thunder was louder by a million, and every flash of lightning illuminated the space, making the shadows so deep and tricking the poor kids imagination into seeing monsters and beasts. Eventually he learned to keep quiet about his fears. Right now though, he was alone in the room and Darius wouldn’t be home for another few hours, so he’d let himself sob for a bit, maybe he’d cry himself to sleep. Wouldn’t be the first time.

But as he sniffled and whimpered at each crash and boom, he didn’t hear the front door open, or the call of his current guardian.

Darius had gotten out of his meeting early, the oracles had said the rain would likely last all night and no one wanted to be stuck in the meeting hall till the morning. So they all agreed to meet the next day to pick up where they left off. “Hunter? Little prince? I’m home early! I was thinking of making some dragon steaks for dinner tonight! Does that sound good?” He waited for a response, but grew concerned when he got none. “Hunter?” He jumped a bit as a particularly loud crash of thunder roared, but following the thunder was his least favorite sound of all. A cry, coming from upstairs. “Hunter!” he cried, rushing up stairs and stopping just outside of the teens room. “Little prince? Are you ok? I heard a noise, are you hurt?” Oh Titan no. No no no! Why was he here right now?! Hunter curled tighter under the blanket and squeaked out, “I-I’m fine! It’s n-nothing!” another sob, this one muffled by him biting down on the comforter, when the thunder hit. Darius put his hand on the door and sighed, “Hunter… May I come in? Please? I won’t if you don’t want me to, but I’m worried. Remember, you’re safe here, I will never hurt you or knowingly put you in harm's way. Ok?”

Hunter sniffled, it was true. He knew that. He was in Darius’s house, not the castle. Darius was kind, and understanding. Darius was what a fath… what a guardian was supposed to be. Hunter was… he was tired of being alone all the time, tired of being cast aside and overlooked. Never comforted like he should have been when he was little. “...ok.” he said softly after a few moments, his ear twitched as he heard the door open and close, and familiar footsteps slowly move towards him. A soft pressure was applied to his shoulder, Darius’s hand, and a thumb rubbed soothingly. “Hey little prince. Wanna tell me what’s going on?” The answer came with another clap of thunder and a harsh flinch from the cocooned boy.

“I see… not a fan of thunder, hm?” he asked, Hunter relaxed some when his tone was gentle and understanding. “I understand. I used to be terrified of thunder when I was younger.” “...you were?” he asked, voice muffled by his blankets.

“I was! Down right terrified! I did exactly what you’re doing now every time it stormed.” his thumb still rubbed soothingly on Hunter’s shoulder.

Now Hunter finally poked his head out of the blankets a bit, only his fluffy hair and eyes to be seen. “Really?” he almost didn’t believe it. Darius? One of the strongest most powerful witches he’d ever met, used to be scared of thunder? The former coven head seemed to catch this and chuckled, “I know, it seems impossible to some. But I was. With time I stopped being so scared, but my mother used to comfort me in those times. Do you mind if I try doing what she did?” Hunter thought for a moment, but nodded. He trusted Darius, and trusted that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him or make him feel… invalidated, in his emotions. “Yeah… you can.” Darius smiled,”Thank you for trusting me Little Prince.” The teen soon found himself properly swaddled in a blanket, tucked comfortably against Darius’s chest as the man smoothed a hand over his hair and hummed softly. A sound dampening spell had been cast around the room, so the thunder was barely more than a strong summer breeze against his window.

“How’s this?” he asked softly, looking down at the boy with a warm smile.

Hunter blushed a bit but snuggled in a bit more, “...S’nice…”

“Ah! Such high praise!” he teased lightly, brushing a finger over Hunter's ear, making him squeal a bit as his ear flicked.

And there it was. He smirked and did it again, earning another squeal and more ear flicks. The older man chuckled at the adorable reactions, “My my, you’re just ticklish everywhere aren’t you? Even your ears are adorably ticklish!” The teen blushed red, ironically the tips of his ears turned red as well. “A-are not! You can’t prove anything!” “Oh can’t I?” he smirked, a little tendril of abomination goo wiggling menacingly in the air. But Darius watched Hunter close, he wouldn’t make a move if the kid seemed uncomfortable. 

Hunter looked at the tendril and gleeful fear, “N-no! You can’t!” He knew that saying that he all but sealed his fate, but right now… he could use the comfort. He’d never willingly admit this but… he always loved tickling, ever since he was introduced to it. It was fun and silly, the complete opposite of everything his life had been for so long.

Darius smiled warmly and kissed his forehead, “Oh I know I can Little Prince~” The tendril wiggled behind his ear gently and Hunter squealed, ear flicking about and he let out an adorable stream of giggles. “Ehehehehehe! T-tihiihihihickles! Hahaha!” “Well that’s the whole point of this!” Darius laughed, “But this is just the beginning, wait till I get that cute little belly! Or maybe I’ll munch on some ribs!” Hunter gasped, face flushing into a bright red, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. “N-nohohohoho! Nahahahahat thahahahat!” “Oh yes, that!” he chuckled evilly, “Come now Little Prince, you know you love it!” “Cahahahahan’t prohohohove thahahat!” Hunter giggled, knowing exactly what he was inviting. Another evil little laugh from the man, “Oh yes I can.” He quickly unswaddled the boy and tipped him back so he was laying down, he smirked as he lifted Hunter’s shirt, just enough to expose his belly and ribs. “Unless you’d just like to admit it~” Hunter covered his grinning face, “N-nehehehever!” “As you wish.” With that, Darius took a deep breath, and blew a loud raspberry on the poor kid's tummy. 

And oh… oh this sweet summer child. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! TITAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAN! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THOHOHOOHOHOHOOHOSE! EHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE!” “But you loooooooove these!” Darius teased, blowing another raspberry, this time shaking his head a bit just to be mean.

“NAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHAH! DAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHARIUS! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA! IHIHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT’S SO BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD! AAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!” he screeched, cackling and squealing in joy, legs pedaling into the air. 

“Tickle tickle tickle! Gotta tickle out all the sad stuff!” Darius cooed, knowing how much the word flustered the kid.

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHO! DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Hunter shrieked, “DOHOHOHOOHOOHON’T SAHAHAHAHAHAHAY IHIIHIHIHIT!” “Don’t say whaaaat?” he smirked back, a few tendril coming up and poking around at the teens neck and ears, making him squeal and turn his head this way and that. “THEHEHEHEHEEHEHE WOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORD!” “What word?” “YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU KNOW THE WOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORD!” Hunter squealed, kicking and tugging at his hair. “No… I don’t think I do… why don’t you tell me?” he smirked, clawing at his belly. “I CAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAN’T!” he hiccuped, which was the sign for Darius to lighten up the tickles a bit.

He rescinded the tendrils and simply ghosted his fingers over Hunter’s belly, “And why not?” “Ehehehe! C-cahahhause! It’s embahahahaharrassing!” Hunter giggled, squirming and hiding his face in his hands, but his ears were burning red.

“Oh alright, alright. I can be nice.” he chuckled, giving a final taser into the boy's side before cuddling him up. Hunter squealed at the taser, and hid his face in Darius’s chest. “Yohohou’re mean!”

“Oh you haven’t seen mean kid!” he warned with an evil grin.

Hunter squeaked and curled up more, but yawned right after. “How dare… now I’m sleepy. This was your grand plan, wasn't it?” “I nooo! I’ve been found out!” he laughed, rubbing calming circles into the boy's back. “How ever will you forgive my dastardly ways?” “...Promise not to leave?” Hunter asked, already halfway to dreamland.

Darius smiled lovingly as he tucked the little one into bed, “I promise. I’ll be here when you wake. Sweet dream Little Prince.” And though Hunter was asleep by now, Darius gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. “I love you.”

#toh tickle #the owl house #Lee!Hunter #Ler!Darius #thunderstorms #tickle #tickle fic #the owl house tickle

[roleplay-fanatic]

GUYS

IS ANYONE TALKING ABOUT HOW IN KINGS TIDE

(If you haven’t gathered by that, this is gonna have spoilers)

IS ANYONE ELSE ABSOLUTELY DYING OVER RAINE WHEN EDA TELLS THEM NOT TO WORRY

They’re reminding her about EVERYTHING

And Eda’s like hey bro, chill, I’ve got this

And Raine just-

They-

I-

They pull back and close their eyes tightly with this look of-

Pain.

They make both of their hands into fists and they look- fearful? Sad? Hurt?

And they so gingerly take her hand by the wrist, and softly, caringly, run their thumb across her sigil.

And they lift her hand between them, holding it in both of theirs-

“Don’t tell me,”

And they lift their gaze to meet hers, with their expression filled with worry, care, and love.

“..not to worry.”

And they stare into her eyes with that same soft look in their eyes.

(Did anyone else think they were about to kiss??)

They’re so worried about her, scared that something would go wrong, fearful that they would lose her again.

They don’t lack faith in her, but they can’t bear to lose her. And, even worse to add on to that, to think that it’s their fault.

They were the one to suggest this plan, they were the one to suggest Eda get a sigil and give up wild magic, and you can tell that they absolutely hated that idea.

And then, after this small but so meaningful interaction, Lilith and Hooty interrupt them, and Raine backs away to give the two sisters space.

But then, THEN,

Oh? You thought I was done? You thought I would spare you from my ramblings about Raine and Eda?

HAH I don’t know the meaning of the word.

Phrase?

Idea?

Anyways-

Eda, disguised as Raine, takes the place for the spell as Head Bard, but Terra catches her before her curse can meaningfully corrupt the spell, enough to effectively change anything.

And then, after Darius, Eda and Eberwolf are beaten, our poor, sweet Raine is dragged into sight by one of the abomatons.

And Eda is panicked.

“No, nonono, RAINE!”

She sounds and looks so desperate, trying to resist against the abomaton that drags her out of the place she stands as ‘coven head,’ trying pointlessly to reason with Terra.

And when the spell starts to really kick in, and Raine and Eda are both about to be done for, with Eda’s curse making her look so withered and like she could just fade away before anyone else would be drained away…

Raine weakly, on their hands and knees, manages to move over to Eda and grab her arm. They look so drained, so tired, aching and in pain, physically exhausted from the drastic effects of the draining spell as it quickly sucked the energy and life from them (and yeah everyone else with a sigil).

They think it’s over, and at that moment they were completely right. They were going to die, so was Eda and every single other witch with a sigil.

And they’re using the last of their strength to go to Eda.

“I promised a special kid, I’d protect you.”

Their voice sounds so weak, like they’re struggling to even have the strength to use it, or to keep themselves from collapsing completely.

They pulled her right arm off, disconnecting it at the elbow, because they know, if they remove the sigil, then the draining spell can’t kill Eda.

And they looked at her…

And they smiled.

They smiled because Eda’s life is no longer threatened by the draining spell. They are about to die, actively being drained of their energy and life. But they smiled. Because Eda is safe for now.

And with that knowledge, they allow the spell to overwhelm them, and they collapse into her lap, either unconscious or right on the edge.

This was never about a promise to some kid.

It was a promise to themself.

Remember two episodes back, O Titan Where Art Thou?

“Is it so unbelievable that I.. wanted to keep you safe?”

They were willing to do everything to protect Eda. They pretended to not remember the events of Eda’s Requiem when they saw her at the Coven Day parade. They told their scouts to keep looking for Eda until they find her, “and only come to me, when you do!”

They did everything possible to keep her out of harm’s way.

And when they are right on the edge of death, they do one, last thing, to protect her just one more time. And they smile, because her life is so valuable, so precious to them, vastly more than their own.

#I love them so much #I can’t take this #Raine cares about her so much #they’ve done everything they can #time and time again #to protect her #they love her #and I won’t rest until they ADMIT IT #oh my gosh I just realized this is the finale #shit that makes it worse how much longer will I have to wait #I CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE #SOMEONE PLEASE just pick me up and drop me into this universe I CANT TAKE IT IN THE REAL WORLD #I like them a normal amount #what I’m not crazy you’re crazy #Raeda #raine whispers #the owl house #toh #toh raine whispers #eda clawthorne #eda the owl lady #king’s tide #owl house season two #toh season 2 #owl house spoilers #toh new episode #raine and eda #toh raine #toh eda #owl house

[geminihurt]

Whumptober 2022 | Day 10

Poor unfortunate souls | Waterboarding

"[You think this is funny?] Just ironic... to hear you use the word 'humanity'"

Salvation 1x04 | Darius Tanz - Santiago Cabrera

#whumptober2022 #no.10 #waterboarding #salvation #gifs #1x04 #darius tanz #santiago cabrera #torture #captured #restrained #torture tw #drowning #whump #whumpedit #poor unfortunate souls

[gethooked]

Here's my thoughts from tonight's dynamite

Hook vs Samoa Joe main event, ok I'm totally not nervous at all. This video package feels like it's a ppv. Ok but Hook's voice 😍 he needs to talk more. His slow walk oml.

Christian Cage vs Dustin Rhodes where did this match come from. I hate how Christian walks and I don't know why. Nick Wayne though 😍. Dustin's theme reminds of his Goldust theme. I honestly think Christian is going to win. Christian got yeeted over those steps oml. I feel like Dustin has been wrestling for 100 years, but I might actually cry when he retires. Hopefully he has a match for his retirement match. Not Nick trying to cheat. Yes Dustin, yambag jones, yambag city like Taz said. Dustin beat Nick's ass. Yess, get Nick out of here. (I love you Nick) Christian taking Adam's move 🫨 what did I say Christian was gonna win.

Who's house? Swerve's house! The way Swerve laughs is so weird to me. Renee looks sooooo pretty tonight. Did Swerve quote Harry Styles or am I going insane. Swerve's house!

Just looking at S🤮mmy passes me off. From what I've heard about Jericho recently I don't like him. A pizza cutter? Maybe he will cut your hair. Sydallllll!!!! Sydal beat Jericho before? Never knew that. At least we get to see Sydal.

Orange Cassidy and Trent with Chuck say whatttt... since when was he back. Hopefully OC and Trent win. Oh wait Penta and Komander... this match is gonna be a banger. Trust me I know bangers. Cero Miedo! I love that Rey's back too. Classic OC. I think my dogs like wrestling because whenever wrestling is on they have to wrestle to. They even do their own promos. Ok sorry back to the actual match. I hate picture in picture I get distracted by the commercials. So far I've been right about the winnings for 2 matches. Let's see how many more I can get. Bruh the undisputed kingdom can suck a fat one. Roddy shut the fuck up. Why are YOU trying to tell him what to do. Belongs to you? Bitch what? I agree with the other fans. OC another match?

Hangman you look different, did you dye your hair? Grow a mustache? Again Renee is sooo pretty. He doesn't think about Swerve? Yeah right. Hangman never threaten HOOK like that again.

This might make me cry. Rip Jay. Rest in Heaven. Poor Mark, he already looks emotional. #DemBoys period girl!! Good for you! The love Mark has for his niece is so cute. Now I'm gonna cry for real. The fact that Jay was a family man breaks my heart.

The bucks? What the hell happened to their faces. Nicholas and Matthew is crazyyyyy. Hypothetical he's using that word to much fr. Stiiiiiiiinnnnngggggggg. #changetheworld the shade towards cm punk is my favorite thing. Sweetheart is crazy.

Bullet club gold. Honestly I only like Jay. Mogul embassy? This match is gonna go crazy. I loveee Prince Nana. I think Toa missed. BCG won, knew that was gonna happen. We love Bowens btw. Scissor me Daddy Ass.

Wardlow? Adam Cole? Get off my screen sellouts.

Toni on commentary? Oml i love her but her gimmick gets irritating after awhile in my opinion. Deonna vs Anna? Deonna has to win. If I see anyone make comments about Deonna I will personally beat you the fuck up. What does virtuosa even mean? Yes Deonna as you should. Toni's faces are sooo funny bro. Poor Luther. Right in the what? Poor Taz. They must have been watching a telenovela. (I'm mexican I can make that joke)

Top Flight vs Private Party? I want Top Flight to win, butttt I think PP is going to win since Marq Quen is back. Idk I just hope both teams have fun. I loveeee PP's theme. Aww he gave away his durag. Same thing with TF's theme. I've been loving Darius' hair braided. What did Taz call them? I love when Zay does that little scream. Wasn't Darius on the ropes? Andretti? We love him too.

Hook vs Joe? Bae's gotta win this. Come on Hook. Hook looks so majestic. I'm gonna cry my poor Hookie. Joe you didn't have to actually have to kill him.

#taz aew #swerve strickland #renee paquette #matt sydal #orange cassidy #trent beretta #chuck taylor #penta el zero miedo #komander #rey fenix #undisputed kingdom #roderick strong #hangman adam page #hook #730 hook #hook aew #aew hook #send hook #jay briscoe #mark briscoe #the young bucks #jay white #mogul embassy #prince nana #anthony bowens #daddy ass #top flight #private party #action andretti

[frauleinfunf]

Day 5: In Loving Memory Of

@sergeantsporks

It hadn’t quite been what Darius had wanted. His original proposal was a memorial to all the Golden Guards lost during the past four centuries. The ones that only grandmothers remembered, the ones who only lasted a year or two, the ones who -from the deformity of their skulls-didn’t even last the night. Belos might not have cared enough to name all of them, but they still deserved to be remembered.

The rest of the council was full of cowards. Some understood Darius (“If he treated them half as bad as your kid, they deserve fucking museums” Eda had growled). But the rest thought it was a poor allocation of funds. The Boiling Isles only knew the Golden Guard as the Emperor’s right hand man, how would it look to have a memorial dedicated to them? Never mind that none of them ever had a choice, that his notes said the process was more successful the younger he aimed for.

The best Darius managed to wrangle was his former mentor's name on the memorial being erected to honor those lost during the rebellion ("Without him there wouldn't be a rebellion" he sharply reminded the rest of the council). And so there was his mentor's name, engraved in marble outside the new Capitol.

Hunter had wanted to come along. And though he stuck by Darius' side, everything about his body language betrayed how anxious he was to be there.

"You've paid your respects," Darius said as he used abomination to secure a flower in one of the letters. Carnation, his favorite. "You can go on home if it's too much."

Hunter shook his head. "No, I-I gotta do this. I don't want to be afraid of my past."

Darius gave him a warm smile. Did this kid have any idea how brave he was?

"He would've adored you, you know?" Darius said. "He had such a soft spot for kids, probably because he was still one at heart."

Hunter looked up, that familiar intense curiosity etched on his face. "You think maybe because Belos never let him...be one?"

"Probably," Darius said. "Even in small ways, he was always a rebel when it came to Belos."

They stood in silence. Hunter stared at the ground and said, "I still wish I didn't miss him."

"Belos?"

Hunter nodded.

"Hunter," he sighed, "Missing him doesn't mean something's wrong with you. You have a right to your feelings, regardless of what they may be."

"It's just-It'd be easier to hate him if I only had bad memories," Hunter said, his eyes now fixated on his predecessor's name. "But stuff like-like when he found me at the orphanage, or when he told me about the Titan's plans for me. He made me feel like I had a purpose, serving him. I miss how special he made me feel. And the worst part is knowing that even if somehow he came back and told me all that, even if I believed him again, it would never feel the same."

Darius put an arm around his shoulder. At least he now knew the therapist he paid for wasn't a quack. "Hunter, you're not alone in that. He would've have gotten to where he had if he didn't make the whole Isles feel like that. It's easier for the rest of them to switch because they couldn't know him the way you did. You were a child under his care, you had no choice but to depend on him."

Hunter looked at him with a pensive expression. "Will I ever stop missing him?"

Darius thought on this for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "I don't know, dear. But I do know you're so much more than what he told you. You're you, and that's the most wondrous thing you can be."

Hunter looked at the name again. He rested his into Darius' chest, never taking his eyes off the letters. "Thanks, Darius."

Darius ran his fingers through his hair. "Any time."

#the owl house #darius deamonne #dadrius week 2022 #hunter wittebane #hunter toh #the golden guard

[tagrasso-art]

OC masterpost

look upon my children and despair (order within a category alphabetical because if I had to sort them by relevance I'd cry)

The main cast:

(ocs that are currently of high relevance to me)

Hunter: (aka Sturgeon, aka Connor Sharpe(?)) punk asshole who lives at the edge of town and experiences occasional bouts of incorporealness and blatant disregard for the solidity of fences. Hobbies include brooding, isolating himself, and trying to drown people in his bathtub.

Keon: (aka Wisp/Bait) cyberpunk werewolf who made a pact with the magic shrapnel that got stuck in his shoulder during what can euphemistically be described as a car crash. Likes fluorescent colours and neon lights, riding his bike, and horrid energy drink flavours.

Miguel: (Miguel Luca Sanchez) an oracle who tries to get by in 1920s america under the wing of Levi Cain, who is a very normal business man and does not mercilessly crush anyone in his way.

Risk: (full name Risk Callahan, aka Honesty) tiefling rogue born from the unholy union of a priest and a devil, punished for the blasphemy of his father. Now pretends to serve a devil and sells drunk people worthless 'infernal contracts'. Adrenaline junkie, loves to lie and steal just to see if he can get away with it, hands covered in scars from the knife game.

Torvi: (full name Torvakrim 'Bloodletter' Shepherd of the Stormcliff clan) half-orc farmer who accidentally created and shaped a god by restoring a ruined shrine. When accused of demon worship, his god lashed out against his attackers and killed three. Had to flee from home. Very shy and gentle soul, dislikes violence and dishonesty and wants nothing more than to go back home.

Voidguy: lacks a proper name. A sona, of sorts. Lurks in cupboards and under couches and eats your snacks.

Supporting cast:

(ocs that I love and think about occasionally, but by far not as much as those of the main cast)

Aristeo: born human, became a blue dragon through consumption of blood and magic from his adoptive dragon father. Vain, volatile, energetic. Eats oranges like apples.

Hayden: (full name Hayden Leyland Wright) heir to an old family of monster hunters that use concoctions and toxins to enhance their capabilities. Fled home when his initiation trial was sabotaged. Pragmatic, analytical, self-destructive. Addicted to drugs.

Nikko: gentle sweet reindeer boy who took a curse upon himself to save a village from a wrathful spirit. Now afflicted with what is essentially magic rabies.

Rhovan'athil: a creature of the wild, gains strength from those it kills and consumes. Highly adaptable to its surroundings. Grows claws, horns and spikes from bone on demand.

Vraskillios: a failed conjurer who tried to get a wish out of a fire spirit but ended up erasing himself from all living memory and documentation through poor choice of words. Lives in constant fear of making mistakes.

Wyatt: (full name Wyatt Zachary Burlington) fallen london oc, as a correspondent he studies the language of the stars, the laws they dictate, and how to undo them. Driven by curiosity over all else and will do unwise things just to see if they will work.

The backstage club:

(ocs that either had their spotlight once or never got it to begin with, and don't have much relevance to me anymore. I do think back to them fondly though)

Caith: (full name Caith Marraedom, aka Nightingale) elven assassin, kidnapped, brainwashed, traumatized. Broke free of his chains just to be consumed by despair.

Cirrus: (full name Cirrus Havoc) scion of a storm god, first mate of an air ship. Energetic, impatient.

Darius: (full name Darius Veldaryn) half-minotaur graviturge who warps reality with the help of an infinite book he accidentally stole.

Enokan: (aka Icarus, aka Azraahn) traumatized child soldier infused with devil blood and made immortal for a few millennia. He got better.

Eraínn: blood mage, shapeshifter, bounty hunter. In denial about the fact that he was essentially a slave.

Hakarn: (full name Hakarn Karanna) dragon blooded miner who lives under shitty circumstances because he cant prove his lineage to the dragons that rule his country.

Novak: (short for Novakir'Zevalik) humanoid star on the search for the metal required by their people to forge more of their kind.

#my ocs

[lampmanliveblogs]

"Look at poor Raine, trying so hard to play a bad guy so the other bad guys don’t catch on and failing miserably at it. Look at them. Not an evil bone in their body. Then again, I suppose they’re the head of the Bard Coven, not the Acting Coven."- Terra Snapdragon agrees.

I tried reading that in Terra's voice... and I hate that it sounds exactly like something she could say.

More asks below

I laughed a little.

Fun Fact: A helicopter parent is what we in Swedish call a curling parent.

This one?

(i've had this image sitting in a folder of "useful images" for nearly two years and now it finally pays off)

Because I guess Eda and Lilith managed to save that while the house was being ransacked? Priorities!

There is also maybe something to be said about King up until very recently being a little guy himself. Yes, he always thought of himself as a big and important person, the King of Demons. But no one else ever believed him about that. With the revelations in Echoes of the Past, he started moving away from that, focusing more on trying to find out the truth of his past and his family.

Then, suddenly, he finds out that he's a titan. A VERY important person. Whereas before, he was relegated mostly to comic relief sidekick, he now has the ability to play a very important role in the narrative, which he does by freeing The COllector, changing the course of the story forever.

At the same time, we see how Lilith reacts to this, she begins to basically worship him like he always wanted people to do in the past. But now it makes him very uncomfortable. He connects with Steve, someone far removed from that, someone who has no idea about his "tall genes."

In an ironic twist, the fact that King no longer wishes to be a king might just be what makes him more suited to be one. You know the old saying about how the people who donät want power are always the most worthy, or something like that?

Not that I think King will literally become the King of the Boiling Isles or something. Then again... with Belos gone and the revelations of his true intentions, the government would be in upheaval...

The circumstances and scale are different, but Camila and Eda were both, in their own ways, trying to protect Luz.

Camila sending Luz to summer camp, while misguided, was in the end for Luz' own sake. Luz' has a beautifully creative mind, but her creative energy was not being channeled properly which resulted in her bringing live snakes and fireworks to school. Which is obviously not a good thing. Furthermore, some clues hint at Luz being a victim of bullying (for example, Camila mentioned Luz doesn't really have any friends, and how apprehensive Luz was about Vee talking to the kids in the parks during Yesterday's Lie), likely due to her unique personality... as is sadly often the case in real life.

Now, the threats Eda was trying to protect Luz from were a bit more concrete and obvious: bad guys are trying to kill them. So it's a bit... itäs a lot different, but I can see the association being made in Luz' mind, though maybe not consciously.

Eberwolf: *sees darius trying to be cool* Eberwolf: òwó

I almost feel kinda bad for Darius, because he's obviously trying so hard, but no one will let him be cool. Not only does Raine have to choose a stupid name for their little rebel group, but he can't even pose on top of a carriage in peace.

I must've been tired when I wrote that, because I could have worded that a lot better, but whatever.

I kinda glossed over that being Raine and Luz first proper meeting because Luz has known about Raine since Follies at the Coven Day Parade. She knew who they are and what they look like, while Darius and Eberwolf (and also Amber & Derwin) would be total strangers to her.

... the fact that this question is asked in this way makes me think that Luz' palisman is not going to be a bird at all. And I'm not sure what else it would be. I mean, it's the obvious answer... right? Luz is the main character protagonist of The Owl House. And with the whole "Eda is Luz' adopted mom" thing going on, I figured it made sense for her palisman to reflect that and be an owl, or at the very least some kind of bird to reflect that.

As for other animals I'd associate with Luz... I'm drawing a blank here.

#ask #toh s2e19 #o titan where art thou

[squarebracket-trickster]

Happy STS! I haven’t done many asks today so:

Which of your characters’ lives would you want to live, if any?

What is your “writing kryptonite?” (I.e. something you struggle to write)

If you could give your younger self any kind of writing advice, what would it be?

Happy STS to you back, my dear cheeto!

Which of my character's lives would I want to live? Oh gosh... I have an OC named Tonwynn. I think I'll pick her. She's from the same universe as Sylah, Darius, and Iliri. She's the crown princess of a politically stable constitutional monarchy with a socialist democracy and comparably low-wealth inequality to the other states in this world. Even the monarch is paid a middle-class salary. Tonwynn gets the ego-stroking perks of being a princess but it's not nearly as unethical (or demanding as a role) as it could be (I mean, I have my opinions about constitutional monarchies in general but I think my anti-monarchy stance would leave me pretty fast if I was royalty myself. I like being special). She is also the only female royal character I have that doesn't have inter-generational family trauma. She has an impeccable fashion-sense (though she has short hair and I don't want short hair... that's really the only point against her.) I'd pick Sylah except that the poor girl has trauma up the wall and chronic pain. Tonwynn is the next best choice for characters that make out with Darius.

What is my writing kryptonite? hmmm... to be honest I actually think it is worldbuilding. It's weird because I am a spec-fic writer through and through and worldbuilding is kinda the backbone of the genres. I struggle to commit to ideas because I like every detail to have significance. It's why I tend to do the bulk of my worldbuilding after I have written two complete drafts. If I do too much worldbuilding before I write the first draft I find I end up abandoning it all because I didn't need it or it feels too random. Sometimes I will avoid a project for months because the worldbuilding feels too arbitrary and it is trapping me creatively. Writing is like solving a sudoku for me. One addition helps me figure out the next. If there is no rhyme or reason behind an addition I can't use it to figure out the next piece in the puzzle.

Advice to my younger self? Keep your momentum going by any means necessary. Itching to get to the whole plot written down but trying to think of a non-clichéd way to say something is slowly you down? Write the cliché. Next. Have a scene you feel the urge to write now but you don't know how to get there? Just write it anyways. You'll figure it out later. Next. Can't think of the word you are looking for but you know what needs to happen next in the scene? [ ] and move on. Next. Stuck on the worldbuilding but have a plot? Worldbuild after your first draft. Next. Stuck worldbuilding but itching to do cuts and rewrites? Worldbuild after your second draft. Just. Keep moving forward. If you see a way, take it. Don't take the fact that you aren't completely stuck for granted.

#sts #oc: tonwynn #blorbo blursday

[ticklishbeans4]

Lagoon day Laughs

Hiiiii everyone! So this is my first tickle fic for the owl house, and tbh the first fic I’ve posted in a loooooong time. I’m proud of myself for finally writing something again, so I hope you enjoy it!

I wrote this based on a list of random single word prompts. This prompt was Lagoon! Hope you enjoy!

Also, very very minor spoilers for Oh Titan Where Art Thou.

Hunter lay on the warm sand of the beach. Luz had dragged him and the other “C.A.T.S” to the beach in the human realm. Though she said this one was “special” when she told them about it. Apparently it wasn’t a normal beach on the ocean, it was connected to a lagoon. No one had ever seen a lagoon before, they didn’t exist in the boiling isles, so Luz had wanted to show them one. Sure they had to go to some place called “Florida” but it was nice. Warm, and the one they were at didn’t have many people so it was quiet. Peaceful even.

He sighed as he opened an eye to look around at the others, surveying his area, a habit he never quite kicked. Luz was burying King in the sand with the help of Amber and Katya. Raine and Eda were swimming in the water with inflatable tubes Luz had provided. Derwin was reading and Steve was looking at tide pools with Eberwolf. Now… where was- “Hello little prince.” Ah. There he was. “Ya know, I’m not much of a “prince” anymore.” he replied, closing his eyes once more. The former coven head chuckled and Hunter heard him sit down next to him. “Perhaps not in status, but I like the nickname, so I’m keeping it.” “Whatever.” Hunter brushed off. “You’ll get sunburnt like that.” “I put on that protective cream Luz gave us, it’s fine.” “Are you sure? You’re starting to look a bit red.” The sentence was punctuated with a poke to his ribs. Hunter squeaked and jerked away, “Ah! I-I’m fine Darius!” Darius raised a brow at the odd reaction from the teen, “Are you quite sure. That seems to have hurt a bit.” “I-It didn’t… hurt.” Hunter mumbled, sitting up and hugging himself, as though to protect his ribs from another poke. “Just… surprising.” “Oh… oh! I see.” Darius smirked and scooted closer, something Hunter did not appreciate. “You-you see what?” the scared teen replied, scooting away as Darius closed in. Darius leaned closer to the boy, “Well if it didn’t hurt then it must have been a different feeling. Right?”

Hunter leaned away, his cheeks and ears getting red. “I told you! It was just surprising!” “Surprising… or ticklish?” he asked, getting another poke on Hunter's belly. He squeaked, a smile coming to his face despite himself. Oh Titan no! Ever since he’d started spending time with Luz and the Flyer Derby team, he’d learned of his… little weakness. And as it turns out, he’s very ticklish. Willow and Gus seemed to love teasing him about it since they found out, and Hunter… well… he doesn’t hate the feeling. It’s almost… nice. It’s nice to laugh, and kinda… let go of things. But Titan it was embarrassing! “S-surprising! Nothing more!” He stubbornly replied, not expecting the wiggling tendril of abomination on his side. He squealed and leaned away, giggling. “Mhm… you know, I think you need to loosen up a bit, little prince. Have a bit of fun, laugh a little.” Darius smirked, poking around Hunter’s torso, making the teen wriggle this way and that, stifling squeaks and giggles at every touch. Hunter clapped a hand over his mouth, muffled giggles spilling out as he wiggled, batting uselessly at Darius’s hands. “D-Daharius!” “That’s my name kid, don’t wear it out.” the man chuckled, his fingers wiggling into Hunter’s ribs. Poor kid jumped about a foot in the air, letting out a loud snort as he succumbed to his giggly fate. “AHAHAHA! NAHAHT THEHEHERE! EHEHEHE!” Darius froze in shock for a moment, before a truly evil smile formed on his face. “Not where? Here?” he dug into his ribs, scribbling and scratching wildly about. “AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the poor teen screeched, every other word punctuated by an absolutely adorable snort.  “DAHAHAHAHAHAHARIUS! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAD THEHEHEHEHEHERE!” “Awwww! But you seem so happy! And I haven’t exactly heard a stop, little prince!” he teased, drilling in between the bones now. Hunter fell back in a screeching giggly joyful mess, “NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! SH-SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUP!” It was a fair point though. He hadn’t told him to stop, cause he didn’t want it to stop. He was having a blast being tickled to bits! He trusted and liked Darius a lot, so he didn’t mind getting wrecked by him, also, it was just… fun! Silly, dumb, happy, fun!

“Oh, not the best thing to tell someone who’s been going easy on you this whole time.” Darius chuckled, abomination tendrils forming around him. “Are you sorry, little prince?” Hunter squeaked, but stubbornly shook his head. “Ah… then you asked for this.” Darius chuckled darkly, the tendrils descending on the poor teen, poking and wiggling all over his torso, especially on his ribs. Oh… oh how this lad lost his ever loving shit. Everyone turned to look at the scream the kid let out as he was attacked. “AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHHHHOHOOHOHHO!” He screamed and flailed, but he didn’t actually mind, it was fun! That is… till he noticed the others looking, sure they were smiling, but he grew… self conscious. They were staring at him, laughing at him, his face grew redder and not just from the tickling. “S-STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP! PLEEHHEEHHEHEEASE!” Immediately Darius removed the tendrils and snickered, “Oh? What, bit off more than you could chew?” Hunter grumbled and grabbed his towel, pulling it over his head to hide from the world. This action startled Darius a bit. “Hey… what’s wrong? Did I really go too far? I didn’t mean to upset you, you said it was fine. Perhaps I should have toned it down, I’m sorry, please don’t be upset.” Hunter sighed and shook his head, he wasn’t upset with Darius. “S’not you… I just… ugh, never mind. It’s stupid.” “If it upsets you this much, then its not stupid.” Darius replied gently, putting a gentle, comforting hand on Hunter's shoulder.

He looked at Darius… the Viney and Willow had been trying to get him to communicate when something was wrong more… “...They were looking…” “They were…” the older man looked around and spotted the others, he shot them all deadly glares and they quickly looked away. “I didn’t notice. My apologies. But if I may ask… why does that bother you so much.” “...They’ll think I’m weak. Or childish. For indulging in stupid stuff like this.” he mumbled, hugging himself and scowling at the sand. “Oh Hunter, no. No no no. No one here is going to think that of you.” Darius assured, gently pulling the boy closer and rubbing his back. “Everyone here has seen you in action. They know how capable and strong you are. You stood up to the emperor, you forged your own path, you fought like nothing I’ve ever seen, you’re amazing Hunter! And everyone here knows it! You letting yourself laugh and have a little fun for once, isn’t going to change that. Alright?”

Hunter looked at him, wide eyed and maybe a little teary. But he only nodded and leaned into Darius’s side. “...I don’t mind them. The… the thing you were doing before. It’s… fun. I-I like it…” Darius smiled warmly, tucking the teen into his side and ruffling his hair a bit. “Then why not let yourself have some fun, hm?” He looked up at the man, and quickly looked away, nodding sheepishly. “Yeah… that sounds good.” “Alright then.” Darius smiled, more than happy to play with his favorite little prince. Especially now that he had such a wonderful new way to do it.

#bean writes #toh #tickles #toh tickle #toh tickles #tickle fic #tickle #Lee!Hunter #Ler!Darius #toh spoilers

[queen-scribbles]

to no one's surprise i'm here to talk about tlbt LMAO but i really do enjoy it!!! xaeryn is an engaging and clever narrator and it is not an exaggeration to say i was losing it over the way you've upped the stakes in the most recent chapter, both with the cliffhanger and with briony's revelations. i adore how you've reinterpreted canon elements as well as incorporating magic into the 20's setting! also the way you write red & the circle crew is incredibly charming and i love seeing new chapters appear on my dash -em <3

Thank you sm Em!!

I love Xaeryn bc she's a bit more... formal and stiff and forthright, a little more serious, than my typical MC in games like this. She does have a warmer/softer side, there's just only a few people Red who can bring it to the forefront, and it makes her such an interesting POV to write for something like this. All the things in canon I've written her have been with Red, so it's really shown more of her more relaxed side. Having her interact with a bunch of different characters in this lets her show of more of who she is and I love it. Poor Shery and her crush tho

It's so fun playing with ways to bring in canon elements and make them fit with a 20's setting. Figuring out which of the cast would lean more heavily into slang, how they'd dress, oh I can nod to Chandry here and put Red's warhammer in the museum since he's not actually using it, and here's a nod to the Equalizers in the Blade/Trouble/Trick/Wen cameo, and here's a way to work in the Faceless Lords when my protag isn't. um. what she is in canon, let's say. (there's at least one, possibly 2-3 more coming >:3)

I've been plotting out/sitting on Briony's revelations for a while now, and I was so excited to finally get to cover that in this chapter. It was supposed to be in the last chapter, before I realized how LONG it would have made what was already a beast of a chapter. And if I'd put that in there things would have gone a different direction and Ryn/Red might not have gotten their Moment while he was patching up her hand. Since I'd been sitting on that scene since I started writing this AU, OBVIOUSLY it had to happen. xD So Briony and Darius got shifted back a chapter and got to have their 4k word conversation/info dump without me wincing too much about the length.

And yeah. That cliffhanger. *cough* I'm equal parts sorry and cackling like a banshee for that. It has pretty much always been the plan. Gotta up those stakes for Ryn, in a couple different ways. I have PLANS for how that's gonna resolve and it's going to be so much fun to write.

I love the whole Circle crew dynamic and the camaraderie and teasing and matchmaking and everything, it's a joy to write. I'm definitely going to write at least Pan and Neon's visit during the gala as a side vignette at some point(Pan POV, I can just tell he'll be fun as a narrator xD), and there's a couple things I'd love to do Red's POV on for this bc he was having Emotions.

#tlbt #putting in in the fic tag so i can read your lovely words whenever i wish :D #seriously tysm <333333 #love that i deliberately went ''sure tall redhead bookworm is usually my type but i'm gonna avoid him and romance OTHER PEOPLE in this if'' #when i first played shoh #and then failed HARD at that bc red's basically designed as me-bait xD #charming friendly 6'4'' redhead bookworm with wanderlust and a warhammer and i thought i could *RESIST HIM*?!?!?!? more the fool i

[robinthenonbnaieywonder]

MY VERY FIRST FANFIC

DARIUS AND HUNTER

hunter was in the kitchen his head angst the oven his legs angst his chest. He let out a shaky breath while looking at his hands . He clenched his fists and dunked his head.

"why" are you still "up" a voice came out of nowhere and startled hunter.

"sorry" sorry I didn't mean to frighten you " Darius said.

"it's" fine hunter said a bit ashamed of how easily scared he got. Hunter stood up and brushed himself off hissing in pain once he touched a still fresh scar .

It's only been a few hours sense the kids returned to the boiling (new freezing) Iles so hunter 's new scars where still fresh and whenever something touches it it stung . Which was a bit of a problem because it was snowing and the snow kept landing on hunter. When everyone reunited Darius gave hunter his Cloak to keep hunter safe . At first hunter was in shock because this was his beloved cloak. The very same cloak that Darius 's mentor made him . Hunter 's guilt over flapjack 's death begins to grow and it's getting to the point where hunter is intentionally rubbing snow on his arms to hurt himself and Darius still didn't know why

"hey" Darius said taking his hands.

" can you come with me" Darius said.

"ya" sure" hunter said

Hunter fellows Darius into the guestroom and sat down on the bed next to Darius who then scooped him into Darius 's lap .

Darius rubbed smoothing circles on hunter's back.

"what" happened in the human realm " Darius said.

"um" hunter didn't know what to say he wasn't expecting Darius to ask that.

"it's" perfectly fine if you're not ready to talk yet " Darius reassured hunter so that he wouldn't feel pressured .

"no" no it's fine" hunter said

Hunter sighed "I" just don't want you to get mad at me " hunter said.

"why " would I be mad at you sweetie" Darius said.

Hunter took a deep breath and let it all out

"I" thought I was doing so good back in the human realm I was finally able to allow myself to be vulnerable and to be a kid if you will I got into sewing I've been learning Spanish from a terrifying owl app and I even learned about these mystical beasts called wolves " hunter said getting louder and more excited with each word. "I" didn't have to keep flapjack a secret anymore miss . Noseda was really sweet and even taught me how to use a sewing contraction I was really happy" hunter said his voice cracking at the last bit.

"hunter" why would I be mad be mad at you for that that's amazing I'm proud that you're finally feeling better " Darius said.

"that's not it" hunter said

Oh

Oh

Oh Titan the poor baby was crying

"I " was being so selfish" hunter said crying

"what" do you mean " Darius asked.

"some" stupid selfish part of me didn't want to return I was so happy while all of you where probably suffering and I was only thinking of myself and my hobbies and interests" hunter said tears now freely flowing down his cheeks stinging his scars .

"that's" probably why flapjack died the universe was probably justifiably punishing me for being so selfish"

"WHAT" Darius shouted.

Hunter flinched and took a deep breath.

Darius tried to calm himself down and sat back down.

"belos" possessed me and he hurt my friends " hunter said clenching his fists gripping on to his pants.

"and" he "he" Hunter took a deep breath.

"he" killed flapjack Darius he killed my best friend with my hands " hunter said looking at his hands wich where shaking.

"I" managed to break free just long enough for him to fly away but that didn't save him " hunter said his voice shaking

"turns" out there was Titans blood in the human realm there was a rebus that lead us to the blood and that's probably why he possessed me " hunter said wiping away his tears hissing in pain a bit.

Darius took his hand.

"don't" do that you're going to hurt yourself " Darius said taking his hands.

Hunter finally looked up at him and looked scared when he finally saw Darius 's face. He had wide eyes and had tears well up in his eyes.

Then he hugged hunter and hunter was uncomfortable at first hunter was not used to being hugged by other people.

"it's" ok you can let it out I will take good care of you " Darius said.

"I" know you will " hunter whimpered and pushed back. Darius sighed and let him go. Only for hunter to the one to hug Darius. Turns out hunter was pretty ok with Darius's hugs but this time hunter wanted to be the one to hug him.

Darius just hugged him back while hunter fell asleep on his shoulder.

Darius picked him up and went down to the meeting room and sat down in front of the desk next to rain who was comforting eda who had Luz asleep in her lap .

"guys" it's going to be ok the important thing is that the kids are back and are ok " rain said noticing the riseing concern between eda and Darius.

"ARE" THEY " eda whisper shouted so as not to wake up Luz or hunter.

"hunter" comes home with new scars littering him from head to toe and without his plasmin and Luz comes home with depression" eda rented .

"Amity" and willow have been sticking onto hunter and Luz like glue" eda said looking at alador who had Amity sleeping on his lap while stroking her hair. And willow's dads Gilbert park had willow sleeping on his chest and Henry park was holding on to his shoulder.

"and" Gus hasn't been leaving you're side ether " eda said to Perry who was holding Gus .

"so" no I don't think thair ok rainstorm " eda said.

Rain sighed and began stroking luz's hair . Camila was also there and was just staring at eda her face turning red.

"I" am so sorry that belos has traumatized you're kids so much " Camila finally spoke up.

"my" little Luz has been putting so much pressure on herself for the whole day of unity situation and Amity have been doing everything in her power to support her you raised a wonderful daughter" Camila said to alador . Alador looked away and said

"I" can't take any credit for any of that that's all amity ".

The kids are back but are not by any means ok, The adults don't know what to do, eda blamed herself for luz's current state, and Darius blamed himself for what happened to hunter.

The end

Thank u for reading

#the owl house #eda and luz #amity and alador #gus and perry #willow and her dad's #huntet and Darius

[martsonmars]

Write for fifteen minutes on your COTTA and then share your favorite line because I’m feral for this concept!

Thank you for forcing me to work on this, my friend. @carryonthroughtheages is getting close!

I started writing one of the scenes I was looking forward to the most, which is inspired by this episode:

Alexander went to visit Queen Sisygambis [the mother of Darius, the Persian king Alexander just fought against and (momentarily) defeated], together with his dear friend Hephaistion. It is said that Hephaistion was taller and more handsome than Alexander and since they were dressed alike, Sisygambis prostrated herself before him instead of Alexander. Hephaistion immediately stepped back and the Queen Mother’s attendants pointed toward Alexander. This was quite an embarrassing situation and with Persian court rules being very strict, one can only imagine what must have gone through the poor woman’s mind. She made a new start and did obeisance to Alexander, who may have been secretly amused by the confusion.

It was here that Alexander pronounced the famous words: “Never mind, Mother, for he too is Alexander.”

Under the cut because it's longish (you ask for a line and you get the whole thing) and unedited.

I glance at Simon, my eyes huge with disbelief. The woman's still crying prayers and promises of obedience at my feet, as if I'd ever lay my hand on her. As if I'd ever touch a person who has no fault in this war. As if I was the person who holds her destiny in his hands. As if I was the one she should be pledging her allegiance to.

I expected Simon to look angry, affronted that his great deeds aren't enough to make people recognise him—it's getting harder to see the truth behind his eyes, these days—but his lips are curved in a smirk, and his amused expression melts the heaviness in my chest. I take a breath.

The woman must have noticed the silence in the room, the kind of silence that only precedes tragedy and pain, because she lifts her head and looks at me. Then at Simon. Then at me again. I step back, and one of her servants whispers something in her ear.

Realisation dawns on her as if she'd just heard her death sentence, and my heart clenches when I see her scramble to her feet and throw herself in front of Simon. She's crying, not yelling just because she's lost all her strength, begging him to forgive her.

“Sire, Sire, Sire, you must excuse me, I never meant to disrespect you, I—”

She's hurt. She's lost everything. She's kneeling in front of the man who just defeated her son. Who'd kill her son if he had the chance.

Who could kill her right now just because she believed I was the great Simon.

Simon, I think, and I hate that I don't have faith in him anymore. I don't trust him to remember the golden-haired boy who wondered why a man should have the right to decide if another person should die or live. I know he's buried that boy when he buried his father. Before that, even. When he would've given up his humanity to make his father look at him as if he was more than a faulty weapon. Simon, there's no glory in this. No glory in turning your wrath upon an innocent woman.

But he's not angry. He's not. He's not lost. He's still there, even when he's clothed in gold and heavy silks, even when the blood of the battle is still tainting his hair.

“Never mind, Mother,” Simon says, a hint of his old smile finding its way to his sunburnt face. It's soft, welcoming, and for a moment I almost believe it. That this is right. That this is good. That our dream is still worth believing in. “You were not wrong, for he, too, is Simon.”

Half of my soul.

She kisses his hand, but he's looking at me, his eyes fierce and fiery and so close to what they used to be.

Two parts of the same being, separated by the gods and fused back together.

Whole, again.

I look away.