#feathers in hair and such is actually a thing all around the world humans love to decorate themselves with things like feathers and flowers

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Ghoul Headcanons 5

Swiss and mountain play basketball together. Mostly 1 v 1 but They’re trying to put a team together. Apparently no one thinks a ghoul v human basketball game is a good idea.

Dew is absolutely amazing at running. He’s fast and has good stamina, he often runs 8-10 miles each morning before breakfast.

Sunshine eats electrical wires like they’re liquorice. The abbey has many power cuts because of this. Nobody knows it’s because of her.

Mountain sings to plants to make them grow. He tried singing to dew to make him grow and got kicked in the shin.

The ghouls have cat and dog toys to keep them entertained. Especially squeaky toys they go crazy over them.

Aether is addicted to Pokémon go. From playing it so much and touring everywhere he’s managed to get nearly all of them.

On each of the ghouls first birthday (or summoning day anniversary) mountain gifts them a tree to plant and grow in a Abbey garden.

Cumulus once ate her pillow in her sleep. She just woke up and it was…gone. She was pulling feathers out of her teeth for days.

ghouls can smell what each other is feeling. Especially quintessence ghouls. It’s really hard for them to hide emotions from each other when they can literally smell it on each other.

Aether eats batteries. Tv remotes never work because of him.

When rain is scared of human babies. Absolutely terrified of them. He’ll hide behind mountain if they see one in public.

All the ghouls take turns being copias assistant in his office. When it’s cirrus’ turn they do nothing but play Barbie dress up games together.

Mountain has ivy that grows around his horns. Occasionally he has little blue flowers that grow in his hair well. He like to pick them out and give them to the other ghouls.

Somehow the ghouls got access to an Amazon account. The only thing that was bought was a 12ft Christmas tree (it was mid June?)

Both mountain and cumulus are left handed. Copia as well.

Ghouls give each other little gifts that they find. Anything that they can find really but Little Rock’s and feathers mostly.

Aether has roller skates and he skates around the abby on them. He says it’s faster to get around that way.

Swiss stole a horse. Nobody know where he got it from he won’t say. He tried to keep it hidden in the ghouls bathroom. He learnt that It’s quite hard to hide a horse though.

Cirrus isn’t allowed in the library because she eats the books.

Aether licks salt lamps. He wants to see if they’re actually salty or if they're lying about the name. Everytime.

Ghouls blood is black. Their tears are also black.

cumulus love fuzzy socks. They’re much better then shoes and keep her feet warm.

Before copia learnt about ghoul body language he had no idea that headbutting was was a sign of affection so when dew came up to him and gently pushed his head against his own copia thought he was being challenged into a fight.

The ghouls aren’t allowed to watch the Jurassic park/worlds films. Whenever a a dinosaur makes a noise they respond back with a growl.

Sometimes ghouls sleep standing up. Nobody knows why.

Dew actually likes that he changed elements. He thinks he fits being a fire ghouls much more then a water ghoul.

Nobody knows special and cowbell are a bonded pair. Do not separate them.

Copia tried to teach the ghouls how to drive. This did not last long, the ghouls are all the worst drivers on history.

Ghouls eyes glow red in the dark.

Mountain has insomnia. The times where it’s really bad he curls up in the middle of cumulus and cirrus. They’re the only two that can actually get him to sleep when he’s struggling.

ghouls chase their tails exactly like dogs do. They chase eschew others tails as well.

#the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Son of Hell (Part 2)

Lucifer doesn't typically get summoned by his Lily she is usually more than happy to cause as much chaos as possible all on her lonesome. Who needs their loving husband getting in their way he is not bitter.

Imagine his surprise when he is dragged not even to his beautiful Queen, but to a child who is practically dripping with hell magic.

Seems he has a new kiddo, no wonder he's seen less of her lately especially if he's some form of hero which isn't exactly what he would pick for a profession but beggars can't be choosers.

-

Lily is Lilith.

Tim feels like an idiot he had assumed some form of fae or even minor god.

Not the queen of hell he has been bossing around the literal Mother of demons, who's husband is the devil and is smiling at him.

She promised though that she wouldn't leave that she would protect him so this even more doesn't make any sense.

He is still trying to puzzle it out when the fallen angel begins to walk to him.

"Hello my child, may I inquire as to what exactly is going on?"

A voice like honey comes across the battlefield somewhere behind a kneeling Darkseid.

"I believe I can explain, however darling put away the feather dusters you are scaring our imp and his humans."

A woman steps dark black wings almost as big as Lucifer's spread proudly behind, offsetting to the blonde hair and blood red dress that's seems to swirl.

She's looks different but he can feel that it's lily that it's Mom.

"The idiot behind me decided to attempt to kill our child, and well I figured it was time for you to complete your Fatherly duties."

He can't stop his mouth which seems to be operating separately from self preservation.

"You actually want to be my mom?" He can't help the hiccup that follows.

Warm hands come to wrap around his chin his eyes falling to meet emerald.

"You have always been my child, what have I done my imp for your doubt?"

He falls wrapping his arms around her burying his face in her curls smelling the sulfur but also a distinct scent of home.

She stands pulling him fully into her arms like he's a little boy again.

"Now you finish off that annoying stone thing, and than return home it's time for Timothy to meet his siblings."

He turns so he can look at the devil who apperently his adopted father who looks back at him with a wink.

"Anything for you, and yes because I choose to ignore him it's not because my wife never calls to tell me about children no it's all Lucy's fault. Have you been speaking to my father again?"

Tim can't help the giggle that slips out another warm smile comes from both his Mom and his sorta Dad.

He sees the bats and everyone else they look awestruck and angry especially Bruce he hides back in Mama's curls he know that he can't avoid it forever but maybe for a little bit longer.

She must read his mind as her wings begin to move she shouts out.

"To any hero who would like to argue with my child, you may argue with his Father, I'm sure he will be more than willing to make a deal."

As they leave the battlefield the adrenaline gone he feels his eyes start to slip closed he's exhausted.

A kiss across his forehand and a whispered,

"Sleep, sweetheart Mama has you."

Is all it takes before he's dead to the world.

@emstheshortone for you the one that inspired me to make this a series!

#tim drake #batfamily #lucifer morningstar #lilith #Tim is the adopted son of hell #Tim is confused #this is one version of part two I have another one #Bruce Wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfam

[bi4pan-polls]

Poll: round 2a #4

[ Image ID. AN image of Amelie Maçon and Rashmi Jamil from Entropic Float. They are standing next to each other, with Rashmi be hide Amelie. Amelie is holding her own arm and Rashmi is learning forward toward her, comfortingly. Amelie has light skin, and long pink hair in pigtails tried with black scrunchies. She is wearing a pink beanie, black glasses, a pink checkered coat, and a white skirt over hot pick pants with a bunch of black question marks on it as a design. She has black shoes. Rashmi has brown skin, and black hair that is mostly short but with long part in front. They are wearing a grey turtleneck, and black short shorts. They have on a brown jacket that is hanging off their shoulders, and a key necklace. they have on yellow headphones. They have long white socks and black shoes, and an image of 2 ocs, their images edited togther. On the left is Mel. She has a hot pink, long dress that puffs out. It is plad and has a black designs around it, she has pale skin, a mark on the left side of her face which goes down to her neck, and short brown hair. She has blue, purple and green in her eyes. On the right is Cree. He has short blond hair, and pale skin, he is wearing grey overalls over a green long sleeved sweater , that has a feather design over it, you can see the collar of a white button down under the green sweater. He is wearing sneakers. He has a Green right eye and a orange left eye, and he has eyebags. End ID]

info on Mel and Cree from @melodemonica

mel is a demon (not the biblical kind) and studies whats basically magic biology + psychology =D she also really enjoys traveling and wood carving! cree is human and i originally made him a lawyer of some kind but currently that's up in the air lol, he loves bad tv shows and pointing out the inaccuracies in them! they watch horror movies together and laugh at how stupid the characters are <3

Cree is trans

mel is as previously mentioned, a demon, she is thusly immortal so you can imagine the kind of angst that causes considering cree is a human dude, also since i've only mentioned this in some tags, cree is canonically trans

cree is the sole braincell in their friend group most of the time and he only uses it when he finds it funny or when his friends' shenanigans go a bit too far and they need bailing out

mel loves traveling solely for the sake of learning, she's totally the museum going type (cree is too but for completely different reasons) i imagine she gets genuinely a bit bummed when there isn't some kind of guided tour for her to take when traveling (she doesn't need it but she likes the experience)

they hated each other when they first met, cree was in a 'being an asshole is totally a normal and acceptable coping mechanism' phase and mel's usual trauma response is of the 'angry at the world and everyone in it' variety. they became close after being forced to become roommates and having to be in close proximity to each other's pathetic attempts at pretending to be alright

mel is american and cree is german-japanese, mel is completely emancipated + no contact while cree has a cordial but kind of strained relationship with his adoptive mother

mel's face markings are actually burns! (i just kinda suck at illustrating them lol) they extend all down her torso and part of her legs and arms

mel is very strong and frequently swings cree around just for funsies, whether cree enjoys this depends on the day

mel changes her hair very frequently, this is due to her demon-ness providing her shape-shifting abilities, this is hilariously the only thing she really uses it for

cree has a collection of those weird shirts that you see in facebook ads (and also memes) he got one from one of his siblings as a joke and everyone else just ran with it

speaking of siblings, cree has 8 and mel had 1, cree is also a twin though they're not really on speaking terms at the moment

mel cooks while cree bakes, because cree is good at the chemistry-ness of baking while mel is good at the whole add whatever your heart tells you to aspects of cooking

cree totally once mixed some unholy drink concoction (like coffee redbull and cherry pepsi or something similarly unholy) at 3 am and instead of telling him it was a bad idea mel probably asked him for a sip

mel is totally normal about her job she totally doesn't go on hours long rants about the effects of long term exposure to magical artifacts nope totally not

mel and cree used to be in a band, they played keytar and guitar respectively they were also the vocalist

#rashmeile #rashmi jamil #amelle macon #entropic float #oc x oc #ocs #poll #poll tournament #tournament poll

[luminnara]

Marko x Harpy!reader | 18+ ONLY

Request: Mine is weird, but since Marko likes pigeons, I like to imagine him with a scary, human eating harpy mate 👀 If you're down, could I get some headcannons or a little drabble about them experiencing like a "harpy heat" or like the reader sees his vamp face and watches him kill for the first time, and is overcome with joy, pride, and lust because her mate? Is so strong? And tough? Strong mate = strong babies. Also he has a shiny / colorful coat, so I like to think that that makes him all the more attractive to her, like when a male bird flaunts its feathers to attract a mate.

MY INBOX IS DEFINITELY OPEN FOR MORE LOST BOYS REQUESTS, ESPECIALLY WITH MONSTERS!

I kinda imagined this harpy style as the kind from world of warcraft tbh so use that as refernce if you want! The descriptions are kinda vague

Warnings: smut, mating cycles/heat, monster stuff, violence/vampire stuff u kno the type lol, some breeding kink stuff

It was love at first sight.

Those golden curls…

Those mischievous eyes…

Those shiny, wiggly squid lures on the shoulders of his jacket…

The moment you met Marko, you were absolutely hooked. You knew coming to the seaside town of Santa Carla was a good move—it was chaotic and fun and full of prey—but the second you saw him, you knew you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. He was perfect, and the longer you watched him from rooftops and trees, the more you knew you had to have him.

It was a good thing he felt the same way about the weird bird creature he had glimpsed a few times, too.

Marko had a thing for birds. He liked them because he admired their plumage, and if the flock of pigeons he kept back in the cave was any indication, birds liked him, too. So when he caught a glimpse of something one night that wasn’t quite avian and wasn’t quite human, he was totally hooked…and when he managed to catch you off guard, something no human could ever do, you were delighted to find that he was something else entirely.

You spent a whole night together, just chatting and flying and comparing diets. Vampires liked to drain their victims, only needing their blood to survive, whereas you liked a little more substance in your meals. He could fly, but he didn’t need to grow wings or flap his arms, while you sprouted beautiful dark feathers. He couldn’t survive in the sunlight, and you just preferred hunting at nighttime because your eyes were sensitive. The two of you were different, but the same, and after that first night, you refused to leave his side for very long.

The others grew used to you. Paul liked to pet your feathers when he was high out of his mind, and you didn’t mind sitting with him while he came back down to earth. Dwayne was curious, nudging a book towards you one night and asking you how accurate it actually was about harpies. You answered all of his questions, noting that a lot of his assumptions were wrong, but a lot more were right. And David—well, David tolerated you, and that was more than enough to keep you sticking around. He liked having you around the den so long as you promised to take care of any intruders who might come wandering in, and you liked having a nice space close to Marko where you could roost.

Because he was still the only guy you had eyes for.

You spent date nights together out on the boardwalk, all your feathers gone as you wore your human disguise. Well, most of them, anyways; you always had some on the nape of your neck, soft little things that Marko loved to stroke with the pad of his thumb whenever he got the chance. You kept them covered with your hair or a scarf or whatever you could, lying low and out of sight from any of the hunters David liked to scare you about.

“Vampires are one thing, but a harpy? I bet they’d cut you up and piece you out and make a killing.”

And you’d throw something at him and he’d just laugh, because in a weird way, the two of you had become friends and that was his way of showing it.

Really, you weren’t that worried about hunters. You were a killing machine, just like the boys all were, and with Marko at your side, how could a human possibly hurt you?

Unfortunately, hunters in Santa Carla didn’t work alone—and they were upping their game. That was how, while out hunting one night, you found yourself backed into an alley, three of them advancing on you while your would-be victim thrashed in your grip.

“Fuck off!” You spat at them, talons sinking into the man’s shoulder as you tightened your hold.

They didn’t answer, brandishing their knives and guns as they advanced, and suddenly, you felt like a fucking idiot for hunting alone. You always hunted alone, preferring it, much the same way that the vampires liked to hunt without an audience a lot of the time...but right now, you really, really wished that Marko was there, because you were terrified. 

You glanced between the humans, a scared little shriek leaving your throat as you tried not to tremble. Luckily, someone answered--and moments later, blood was splashing across your face as something--or someone--tore through your attackers.

Your heart soared when you saw Marko tearing them apart. He was fast, more like a blur of color and blood as he ripped their spines out and spilled their guts all over the pavement. It was brutal and sadistic, his face twisted in a horrific smile that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

How did he keep getting more and more perfect?

You stared with wide eyes as he carved through the hunters, his claws shredding their flesh, his teeth sinking into their throats and ripping chunks out. You had never seen a vampire in action like this before, and you had never imagined that Marko would look so good amidst so much carnage. He was downright beautiful, his white shirt stained red with blood, his normally hazel eyes blazing bright yellow. When the human in your arms screamed in terror and you shoved him towards Marko, the vampire caught him and separated his head from his spine as easily as he could pop the flower off a dandelion. 

And you had never been more in love with him. 

He was so fast and so strong, tossing the corpses around as if they were toys. He had come to your rescue so quickly, and dealt with your assailants so brutally...you could feel warmth twisting in your belly and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You were still shivering, but now, it was less that you were trapped and afraid and more that you were slipping into a totally different state of mind. 

Marko let the body fall and tossed the head away even as its eyes continued blinking in disbelief at what had just happened. Marko’s chest was heaving and all he wanted to do was drain every last drop of blood from the corpses...but then he remembered why he was there in the first place, and he turned towards you with wild eyes. 

“You okay?” he rushed towards you, grabbing your arms as he checked you over. He couldn’t see any wounds and he couldn’t smell anything other than human blood, but when he glanced back up at your face, he saw that you were just staring. “...Babe?”

You were looking at him with an expression he had never seen on anyone before, your eyes almost hazy as you took in his features. It was the first time you had ever witnessed him vamping out, and when you finally moved, it was to trace your thumb along the sharp angles of his cheekbones. He watched you carefully, almost scared to do anything lest he scare you off, but you didn’t draw back. You just looked at him in wonder, lips parted slightly in a way that made him want to kiss you more than usual. 

“Hey.” he finally said when you remained silent. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly, and he thought that you were traumatized or something. It would be a fair reaction, right? David spent all his time teasing you about hunters, and then Marko had gone and left you alone long enough for four of the fuckers to go after you--

His thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound reaching his ears. It took him a moment to realize that the little coos were coming from you, and when he finally focused on you again, he saw mall blue-black feathers dotting the outline of your face, your eyes shifting to a predatory amber. You made the sound again, the soft trill a bit louder this time, and Marko could only stare as you placed a clawed hand on his blood-soaked chest and gripped his shirt lightly. 

“Marko...” you purred, your voice strange and inhuman. 

He had to clear his throat. “Y-yeah?”

You stepped up to him, pressing your chest against his. “Thank you...”

He felt your tongue on his throat and a shiver ran up his spine. “N-no problem, baby...”

“You were so brave...”

“Yeah, guess I kinda was...”

“...and so strong...”

“Yeah, that too...”

“So protective...” you sank down to your knees, your hands tugging at the waistband of his jeans. 

He just stared down at you, his breath caught in his throat. He knew he always got horny after killing, but he had to admit that he was a little confused...but he really couldn’t bring himself to care too much, not when you were pulling his cock out of his pants and wrapping your lips around the head. 

“Fuck, baby...” he groaned, running his fingers through your hair. He could feel soft feathers hidden there, more and more seeming to grow as you moaned around him. “Guess I should save you more often, if this is my reward...”

You pulled back, licking a line up his shaft. “Fuck me, love...”

Well, he wasn’t gonna waste any time, especially not when you were telling him to do it. He had you up on your feet in the blink of an eye, his lips crashing into yours as he squeezed your ass. Only a moment later, you were free of your clothes, your back hitting the wall you had just been trapped up against...except this time, Marko was the one holding you there, and you were whimpering for more.

“Please!” you whined, clawing at him as he bit at your shoulder. All you could think about was him, about feeling him inside of you, feeling him fill you up and give you everything you wanted. 

He huffed a laugh against your throat, hoisting you up to hook your legs around his waist. His hips rolled forward and you practically screamed when you felt the tip of his cock nudging against you...and when he finally plunged inside, you really did scream, throwing your head back and letting out a noise that seemed more avian than human. 

“Fuck..” Marko moaned. You were wetter than he’d ever felt a person before, his cock sliding into you easily. You were warmer than he’d ever felt before, too, practically scorching hot...and he just wanted to sink into that warmth and stay there forever. 

“M-Marko,” you breathed. 

“Don’t worry, baby.” he said as he pulled out only to snap his hips forward again. “‘M gonna take care of you...”

You could feel tears at the edges of your eyes, you were so happy. 

As Marko fucked you, your heart felt so full you thought it might burst. You were overwhelmed and overstimulated, but you didn’t care, demanding more and more and more from the guy who was lucky enough to have supernatural stamina and a libido to rival Paul’s. He fucked you until you came, and then he fucked you until he came, and then he fucked you until you both came together--and then you did it all over again, the two of you covered in the blood of the men Marko had killed for you, your neck covered in dark hickeys wherever you didn’t have feathers. 

By the time your feet finally touched the ground again, your legs were so wobbly you nearly wiped out. But Marko--your perfect, beautiful mate, Marko--was quick to grab you, laughing breathlessly as he held you up with one hand and fixed his jeans with the other. 

“Damn, baby,” he laughed as he took in your dazed expression. “Not bad, huh?”

“Mmm,” you just smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Amazing...and you saved me...”

The tiniest hint of a blush spread across his face. “It was nothin’...”

A wolf whistle had both of you looking towards the alley entrance to see Paul, David, and Dwayne, and Marko immediately hissed at them. You were still naked, and as Paul leered at you, you thought there was a good chance they might fight...a notion that had those butterflies going wild in your stomach again.

Marko’s nose twitched as the scent of harpy arousal grew stronger in the air, and he knew that the others could smell it, too. He just didn’t even want them looking at you while you were so turned on. 

“Well, what happened here?” David asked, boots splashing in the blood as he glanced around at the mess. “You two do all this?”

“I did,” Marko said, straightening up. 

“He saved me,” you said, hugging his arm as you nuzzled your cheek against his. 

“And then the chivalrous hero took his prize, huh?” David smirked. “You didn’t even finish your dinner before going for dessert...”

“Shut up!” Marko snapped, baring his fangs. 

“Shit, I wouldn’t be able to eat my brussels sprouts with somethin’ that cute waiting’ for me, either,” Paul grinned wolfishly at you. “Good job, Marko. You fucked her real good.”

“Shut the fuck up before I--”

“He did,” you interrupted, beaming up at him.

“...Well, I mean, I’m glad you think so--”

Paul barked a laugh and David snorted. 

“Careful, Marko.” the platinum blonde said before turning to leave. “Harpies get very attached, you know.”

“I don’t need your advice,” Marko bristled. 

“No?” David paused, looking back over his shoulder with a cigarette between his teeth. “Then don’t come cryin’ to me for help when she lays eggs ‘n makes you a daddy.”

Marko’s face fell in shock and Paul laughed so hard he had to sit down in the blood. 

“Hey, wh-what?” he asked. But David was just chuckling to himself, walking away with Dwayne at his side. Paul hopped up, saluted Marko, and then followed the others, still laughing like a hyena as he caught up. 

And you were just staring up at Marko with the biggest, happiest eyes he had ever seen.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #marko x reader #harpy!reader #marko x harpy!reader #marko x monster!reader #slasher x reader

[the-otherspace]

Draconity and the Astral Plane

Nonhumanity, for me, has always been an experience comparable to escapism. It’s not a coping mechanism or a chosen experience, but it feels like the “other” in otherkin refers to another world. My dragonself exists in the astral plane, typically tied to headspace. I'm one of three headmates, all nonhuman and all existing in a space that's literally… space. I'm a space dragon.

I've always felt that I was some form of not-human, going through sporadic childhood phases of animal roleplay. I would cycle through various types of animals - a lion from the Lion King, a gorilla from Tarzan, sometimes alligators (which was really fun to roleplay in a pool.) I’d stalk the tall grass of my yard like a tiger, climb the stairs on all fours like a dog, tear into pork chops with no hands. Animality was a staple of my childhood imagination. Eventually this turned into dragon roleplay.

Dragons are incredibly flexible as a species, so I could stalk the grasses and tear up meat and growl and swim and attribute it all to draconity. I found myself looking up pictures of dragons online, loving the designs that had fur or feathers. I loved dragons that weren't the typical scaly, fire-breathing ones because they felt more like me. I imagined myself as those dragons, feeling the fur and scales and feathers on my own body. I didn’t realize at the time that I was seeing my own dragon body parts on another dragon and relating to it.

I don't remember when I learned about otherkinity, but hearing about it unleashed a wave of relief and validation and clarity. I wasn't alone in those moments when I would imagine myself with ears that could pivot toward the source of a sound or a tail that would swish back and forth behind me while I walked. Other people out there experience this same thing and there’s a name for it, which helped me to better understand myself.

When I discovered a bit more recently that I'm a system, I started working toward developing headspace. I needed a fully-formed plane of existence where I could go when not fronting. In a meditation session one day, I found myself taking the form of a dragon when I finally accessed headspace for the first time. I could never imagine flying around in “meatspace” (due to my fear of heights), but it felt so natural in headspace because it's all just actual space. Instead of the typical individual homes or rooms for us headmates (which is a common way to form headspace), we have planets. Instead of grassy hills or dense forests, there are galaxies and stardust. While a lot of dragons are exploring lakes and mountains and jungles, my natural habitat is among the stars.

When I am in my most dissociative state, I am also most like my dragonself. I escape to the astral realm to be in the quiet of the void for a while. I fly through star systems and visit the planets of my headmates. I explore my own planet, a home representative of me. Nothing here can hurt me or do me any wrong because it’s the closest to home I’ve ever felt. Sometimes I fall asleep while away in headspace and when I wake up, I feel the tingling remnants of my astral wings on my back and when I stretch, the wings stretch with me.

I don’t have a very conventional dragon experience. I don’t breathe fire, collect gold, eat meat, protect myself against knights, or see myself as a species that lives any place that would exist on Earth. My fur is white like starlight but sometimes also ghostly, like a galactic apparition (and I’ve drawn my dragonself in both these forms.) I have paws and claws, with a flowing mane of hair and a long non-prehensile tail. I look like the plainest OC ever created. But my story is still important because it’s a small part of a very large community with all sorts of different experiences. My story matters because it’s a part of something much bigger than myself.

#other.txt #otherkin #dragonkin #alterhuman #dragon #otherkin essays #plurality #headspace

[fandomhop]

hello friend, what is fable? you seem to like it a lot and i gotta be honest i dont know the first thing about it. now,, i COULD ask google but i think that you could explain it better mhm mhm

[Oh boy! /affectionate]

[So, in a general, overall statement, Fable is a series of games from the 2000's-2010's. It's a quintessential bit of adventure fantasy, and totally progressive of its time.]

[Fable, as a whole, is about making your own sort of path within the story, and having your actions reflected on the world and yourself. It has a cool morality morphing system where, when you do something good or bad, not only does it affect the funny lil' NPCs around you, but it also reflects on your body. Do enough good actions, your complexion becomes glowing and you have a halo, do enough bad and you become more demonic looking.]

[There's actually both a deep and semi-shallow amount of lore. The first game was deffo built upon the bending and twisting of stories and folklore- you know, fables- and the games after followed along centuries after that, showing a world trying to grow past it's story built roots, but not being completely rid of them, even as technology grows and advances.]

[It's also British as hell. But, like, in a fun way! There's a fun and wonderful mix of light and darkness, sincerity and satire, sadness and humour. There's these beasties called Hobbes that are these sorta ugly things that act silly in and out of combat, but they also eat human flesh and are rumored to turn children into them. Some of them turn into kamikazes and they like teddy bears.]

[Also you can kick chickens (they're fine, don't worry about it, they have reinforced feathers)]

[Your character is a Hero (with the capital H), a person who is born to be able to deal with the struggles of protecting or commanding respect of the common man. You can wield and utilize Strength, Skill and Will, the trio of combat skills. The combat is a bit simple, but it's also fun and easy to get into. You can also upgrade with experience points to get better with your weapons and will powers.]

[I think the story, world, and characters of Fable: The Lost Chapters are extremely iconic, but the character building and development starts to really shine in the later games. All the games have wonderful setting appearance, though. Looking at pictures of Fable are these beautiful settings and desktop/screen background worthy scenes. The people look a bit silly, though.]

[Also? This game series is also progressive bc of its LGBT+ rep. The first game got called out for letting the male only player Hero marry a man, so the next game include bisexuals. Fable 3 lets you adopt children, regardless of your spouse's gender. There's a potion that lets you trans your gender (available only once in a quest after the main quest) and no one bats an eye to it (if you have a straight spouse, they won't immediately divorce you as long as you treat them well, but they won't have sex either.) There's a quest where you help out a guy find a suitor who is secretly gay, and the end of the quest is him coming out to his dad and being accepted. You can wear clothes of either gender, and get tattoos, hair, and facial hair regardless of your sex. (there is a cross-dressing statistic, but the Brits love a bit of cross-dressing humour.)]

[Now, I will not lie and say that they are perfect games, there are some flaws with them, and Fable 3 gets a bit of a bad rap for it's heavy streamlining, but I can genuinely say that these games are cherished a lot. Fable 2 is my go-to favourite game ever, and every once and a blue moon, I will be revitalized with a longing for the series. If you wanna get into it, I think it's a fun time for an old-ish game, and I really hope the new one that's coming out in {*looks at wrist*} the-yet-to-be-announced-future will be as cherishable, even if it's slightly different.]

[Also? Like, every time I (re)enter an interest/fixation, I make a little Fable AU in my head to consider what kind of heroes the characters might be.]

#the mun speaks #long post #fable #fable tlc #fable 2 #fable 3 #answered #[I have not even scraped the bottom of the barrel of my adoration for this series. Nor have I scratched the depths of the lore] #[But you asked for an explanation and I don't want to overwhelm you so get a gist of my love! as a sampler!]

[earthnashes]

Do you have any fun facts about the “Feathers and Flowers” cast?

ANOTHER OC ASK! Brah thank you I get to talk about me girls. ;w;

I'm gonna keep this short and simple otherwise I'll ramble my head off >_>

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Kaela: Cowgirl/independent farmer who lives out in the hilly countryside.

-Can handle being in the Extreme Darkness that comes with being out in the wilderness/forests, but cannot tolerate scary games and movies.

-Can speak at least 3 separate languages

-Almost always chewing on something, typically a blade of grass or a toothpick. A habit that developed after she quit smoking.

-Speaking of smoking: even with her quitting some years ago, the smell of smoke never quite leaves her.

Mal: A supernatural entity known as a Spirit. They're basically demigods with magical abilities.

-Carries around a pocket notebook to take notes on anything that fascinates her; this usually is in the form of pencil sketches and notes

-"Lore Keeper." Being a devourer of knowledge and now in direct contact with technology, Mal will go on insane binges to learn as much as possible. She is the resident encyclopedia for lore on weird historical facts and the timelines of games she hasn't even played.

-Loves horror. Finds it particularly funny with how Kaela jumps at almost everything, so she purposefully asks to watch (or play) horror with her to see the reactions

-Exceptional baker. She enjoys cooking but becomes fascinated with human baking for how different it is from her realm's.

-Likes to have her hair played with but won't openly admit it

Sakura: Star athlete and resident celebrity of the town the story takes place in. Slowly becoming an actual celebrity on a national scale due to her skill in the sport Earthball (a fictional sport in the story)

-Part-time streamer. Part of the scholarship requires at least 2 hours worth of online engagement in the athlete's choice. It's largely to keep fans invested. Sakura took to it like a fish takes to water

-Had a "phase" as a teenager, one that revolved around being a little delinquent and may or may not have been a Punk thing. Her best friend Quincy will never let her forget it

-Her tattoo was gained on a dare. She was dared that she couldn't sit long enough to get a tattoo, so naturally she went and got the largest sleeve tattoo to prove everyone wrong. Mission failed successfully.

-Fantastic cook. Loves cooking and will feed the hell out of you if you so much as mention being even slightly hungry.

-Can speak 2 languages; can understand a third but can't really speak it

Evangeline: Timid new student who transferred to the town mid-semester.

-Music buff: knows what seems to be everything and anything that's going on in the music scene. Will suddenly become the chattiest person in the world if you so much as mention her favorite bands

-Can play multiple instruments but is particularly fond of the guitar. Far too embarrassed to play it for anyone though.

-Coffee enthusiast. Grinds her own beans and goes through her meticulous ritual to make the perfect cup every morning at the crack of dawn

-Horseback rider. As a child all the way up to high school she participated mainly in Dressage and was rather good at it, but had to drop it due to an incident.

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Tried to keep it all short and concise for each character; I hope ya like the lil fun facts and thank you so much for asking about my girls! ;w;

[kiasnocturnality]

✧･ﾟDESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA:

SPECIES: Siren

SEX: Female

HAIR COLOUR: Black

EYE COLOUR: Milky white

HEIGHT: 5’11 human form, 16’9 including tail 

MBTI: ISTP 

BIRTHDAY: 24th September | 52 years old

ABOUT: Desdemona is a shape-shifting siren from the Mediterranean. She has black hair, black feathers, pale skin and pale blue scales. She has small bones in her ears that make the shape of them subtly resemble fins. Her eyes are a milky-white colour and lack pupils. In her natural form, she has a long fish-like tail that is covered in the pale blue scales – it begins as her black feathers and transitions out to the scales beyond her pelvic fins (which, despite being fins, are feathered while the fins at the end of her tail are webbed skin). In this form, she does not have arms but has wings with taloned claws on the end of them which aren’t quite as easy to use as her human hands in her shifted forms. In this form, her human torso is covered in feathers which fade out towards the base of her neck to make room for her gills. 

She rarely takes on an entirely human form (where she will make her eyes a blue-green to appear more human) but she stands 5’11 with legs in place of a tail. She mostly prefers to take on a humanoid form which includes legs with skin that looks human but is actually scales if you look up close, reducing her feathers to her wings and pelvic fins and moving her wings further back to her shoulder blades to make room for a set of arms. She also enjoys keeping her “talons” by having long black nails on her human hands.

Desdemona is considered a young adult to sirens and she is very reserved but thrill-seeking. She is a very logical woman but also very adventurous. Naturally, she is very charming and she knows exactly how to use this to get what she wants, even if it means enchanting her voice so that those around her will do as she commands. She is lesbian and doesn’t hold any particular contentment towards men but she much prefers the company of women as being a siren and not being attracted to men means that she only typically sees men as food. However, this does not mean that she does not have male friends and contacts! 

She is very friendly but can come across as cold in situations where emotions are heavily involved as she will always turn to logic first before considering emotions. She is a brilliant problem-solver for immediate issues but is not very good at making long-term plans. 

Desdemona enjoys making things and is very interested in making jewellery! This is how she has made a lot of money in the human world (especially with pearls). She has a home that is carved into the rock of a cliffside by the sea which she decorates with all sorts of findings from the sea (she has a love for shiny objects) and has a bed that is just piled with blankets and pillows (it’s really more of a nest). 

As a partner, she might be hesitant to commit but once she’s fallen for you, she’s fallen and even if putting labels on things scares her, she’ll act like such a devoted partner to you. She’s so keen on keeping you safe and just loves to sing for you! She loves making jewellery for you too and shows her love with touch and quality time. There’s nothing she loves more than having you curled up in her lap with her wings wrapped around you while she holds you close with her arms. 

STRENGTHS:

siren song: they are naturally gifted with enchanted voices that incite temptation and arouse desire. With this song, some call out to their target's passing ship to entice them with promises of untold sexual ecstasy. However, this is used to lure in prey so that they can eat them.

longevity: aside from their incredibly long life span, they possess, from birth, an ageless beauty and witty charm that a mortal would describe as nothing less than hypnotic.

enchantment: sirens have an ability similar to a glamour but they do not have to try to use it. It just flows out of them, enhancing their beauty and making them irresistible and alluring. Sailors have drowned in an attempt to gaze upon a siren.

supernatural knowledge: though, others claim with the tempting tune, that they could reveal the supernatural knowledge they'd gained from the divine; knowledge of the fate of the world, of business, of the sciences, of the future, of the past… if that sailor would only drop by and stay a while.

sonic scream: a siren's voice can also be used as a sonic weapon, capable of stunning or outright killing anyone or anything that threatens them. 

flight: sirens can manifest large, angelic-like wings to fly.

superhuman durability: the tissues and bones of sirens are considerably more durable and resistant to physical damage than that of humans.

superhuman speed: sirens are incredibly fast.

WEAKNESSES: 

attention seeker: sirens are known far and wide for their beauty of appearance and the beauty of voice; the originals, when Odysseus managed to survive their captivating song, threw themselves into the water surrounding their island, in frustration.

dagger coated in the blood of victim: a siren can be killed by a dagger coated in the blood of one of its victims.

magic: sirens are susceptible to the powers of magic.

AESTHETICS:

#✧･ﾟINTO THE FOREST #✩⋆ﾟDESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA #siren oc #siren oc x reader #siren x reader #terato #terato x reader #monster oc #monster girlfriend #monster girlfriend x reader

[doctorbrown]

I still aim to make that long rambling post as I'm wont to do about Doc and Kaira in his HDM verse, but I'm sitting here with my quick thoughts like how it's truly so perfect that Doc's daemon is a bird, and not only that, but a raptor—a goshawk with beautiful white and slate-grey striped patterning and some of the most vibrant, striking red eyes you've ever seen on an animal. Her eyes are bright and bold and alive, telling you the most about Doc's inner state next to how ruffled her feathers appear, and they suggest that same fire and passion and peculiarity through which Doc sees and embraces and interacts with the world around him, especially with regards to his own pursuits. But her colouring is muted, monochromatic; in nature, brightly coloured things typically mean poisonous, dangerous, keep away—so her colouring actually suggests that Doc would sooner try to approach things calmly (what passes for that with him), logically, sensibly.

Not only that, but the goshawk is a decent-sized bird; distinctive, recognisable, utterly befitting of Doc with his height, his presence, his wild shock of white hair.

And then there's how the goshawk, much like Doc, has quite the reputation. It's known as a fierce animal, something that translates to the way Doc pursues his passions/ideas, and they're extremely aggressive when it comes to defending their nests, typically only attacking when it matters most. Doc's not violent, far from it, but if you threaten his home, his loved ones, you'll pull a side out of him seldom ever seen. They're feared by reputation and Doc's precedes him, carrying that same air of danger and uncertainty.

Birds being symbols of wisdom, of thought, of freedom, and also captivity—all things that play heavily into Doc's story, the latter of which alludes to his unfortunate situation with the Magisterium and the fine line he's walking. Her being the manifestation of the way Doc's curiosity and imagination will always take off—quite literally—where it pleases.

They're both tenacious creatures and Doc won't let anything stop him when he puts his mind to it, especially in any intellectual pursuit.

But Doc and Kaira also being able to separate further from each other than the average person, so much so to the point where it's almost uncomfortable to see. Like, the distance is so obvious that another person might feel the phantom tug at their own chest just trying to imagine how it's possible without him being in agony. Kaira's form as a bird, her flight, the distances from each other they've worked up to suggesting a kind of confidence in/with himself that doesn't need him to keep such a tight leash on his soul.

And if daemons are animals to some degree, even exhibiting behaviours as such and suggesting that humans, too, are also animals in some way, no better than the other creatures they share the world with, the distances that Doc and Kaira can manage from each other might also suggest that Doc thinks himself not quite so animal—he's always considered himself above a lot of typical needs/base desires, after all (the need for constant companionship, for typical love, above such things as getting angry) so—

#god this post got way longer than i meant it too fjals;djkf #and i guess it kind of turned into that post anyway #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」 #&; the scientist and his bird 「 v. * hdm 」 #i should not be allowed to post at 0400

[gravedangerahead]

I just find the whole idea of Nona so lovely. Just who she is and that that's what she's like, it really warms my heart, even though in the end it's so sad.

She loves so much, she loves relentlessly through everything, she cares, and she finds all the tiny joys in life even through the underlying melancholia, and they're actually not tiny at all, they are so, so beautiful.

Holding hands with someone you love, playing with dogs, lying in sun warmed tiles.

This perceiving and giving due importance to the small beauties of the world, and letting them fuel you, even as the world seems to be coming down around you is something I've truly aspired to in my own life.

She has every right to hate us, humanity, and she does, but she also loves us dearly. And I love her. I will miss Nona deeply, now that she has remembered and will be essentially different as Alecto. So I'm thinking of how different she will be, what aspects of her will remain.

There's a book I love very much called Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas, and in the beginning the the narrator has a delirious dream as he's feverishly dying, where he travels to the origin of the centuries, seeing all the destruction and "progress" of humanity pass, and has a meeting with the giant figure of a woman:

I do know that a huge shadow, the figure of a woman appeared to me then looking at me with eyes that were flashy like the sun. Everything about that figure had the vastness of wild forms and everything was incomprehensible to human eyes because the outlines were lost in the surroundings and what seemed thick was often diaphanous. Stupefied, I didn't say anything, I didn’t even let out a scream; but, after some time, which was brief, I asked who she was and what was her name: the delirium’s curiosity.

— Call me Nature or Pandora; I am your mother and your enemy.

When I heard the last word I backed off a little, scared. The figure began to laugh, which produced around us the effect of a typhoon; plants got twisted and a long moan broke the muteness of external things.

Don't be scared, she said, my enmity won’t kill you; it's above all confirmed by life. You're alive: I do not want another scourge.

In the whole she embodies all the aspects, Nature or Pandora, mother and enemy, Nona or Alecto.

I think Nona was the curiosity and naivete, the warmth and affection, the hope of Pandora. And I expect those things to still be part of Alecto, but in her righteous anger she would lean towards being a much more fearsome creature. From what we saw of her in the epilogue ("but he has never appeased me, and now all he's done is teach me how to die") I can see a lot of parallels with the conversation in Posthumous Memoirs. Won't even get into the parallels between John and Brás Cubas, those assholes, cuz I'd be here all day, I'm just adding some more quotes.

This is all from Chapter 7: The Delirium, which is pretty short and self contained, and included in full in the kindle sample of the book:

— Yes, worm, you are alive. Don't fear losing these rags you’re proud of; you're still going to taste, for a few hours, the bread of pain and the wine of misery. You're alive: right now, even though you have gone mad, you're alive; and if your consciousness gets an instant of wisdom, you'll say you want to live.

Saying that, the vision extended her arm, took me by the hair, and lifted me up as if I were a feather. Only then could I see her face from close, which was enormous. Nothing quieter; no violent contortion, no expression of hatred or ferocity; her expression was unique, general, complete; it was that of selfish impassivity, it was that of eternal deafness, of an immovable will. Anger, if she felt it, was locked in her heart. At the same time, in this face of glacial expression, there was a young look and a mixture of strength and vitality before which I felt the weakest and the most decrepit of all beings.

— Do you understand me? She asked me after some time of mutual contemplation.

— No, I answered; nor do I want to understand you. You're an absurd, you're a fable. I'm certainly dreaming or, if it's true that I went mad, you're nothing but the conception of a madman, that is, a vain thing that reason can’t control or touch. You are Nature? The Nature I know is only a mother and not an enemy; she doesn't make life a scourge, and unlike you, she doesn’t have such an indifferent face, like a tomb. And, why Pandora?

— Because I carry all good and evil in my purse and the greatest of all, hope, the consolation of mankind. Are you trembling?

— Yes, I’m fascinated by your eyes.

— I believe you, I'm not only life, I'm also death, and you're about to give me back what I lent you. Great lascivious man, you are being awaited by the voluptuosity of nothingness.

When the word echoed like a thunder in that huge valley, it felt like it was the last sound that would reach my ears; it was like I was feeling my own sudden decomposition. Then I stared at her with pleading eyes and asked for a few more years.

— Poor minute! She exclaimed. Why do you want a few more instants of life? To devour and be devoured later? Aren’t you tired of spectacle and struggle? You know too well what I gave you the least vile or the least distressing: the dawn of day, the melancholy of afternoon, the quietness of night, the aspects of earth, sleep, at last, the greatest benefits in my hands. What more do you want, you sublime idiot?

— Just to live, I won’t ask you for anything else. Who put in my heart this love for life if not you? And since I love life, why do you have to strike yourself by killing me?

— Because I no longer need you. It doesn’t matter to time the minute that passes, only the minute that will come. The minute that will come is strong, jocund, it brings eternity in itself and it brings death, and it perishes just like the other one, but time subsists.

Re-reading this chapter and thinking of John in this situation is actually very satisfying.

As I contemplated this calamity, I could not keep myself from letting out a scream of anguish that Nature or Pandora heard without protesting or laughing. And, I don't know which brain disorder law caused me to be the one who started to laugh, — a wild and idiotic laugh.

— You're right, I said, the thing is fun and worth it — perhaps monotonous — but it’s worth it. When Job cursed the day that was conceived, it was because it brought on him desire to see the spectacle from above. Come on, Pandora, open up your womb and digest me. The thing is fun, but digest me.

This was way too long, if you got this far, thank you 💜

#Rapha rambles #literature #the locked tomb spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #Posthumous Memoirs of Brás Cubas #ntn spoilers #tlt spoilers #nona the ninth #alecto the first #alecto the ninth #brazilian literature #the locked tomb series 💜💜💜 #machado de assis #tamsyn muir #long post

[ceramicdove]

What is your opinion on angels? This is us (you're the three cherubs next to me)

Late (and long) reply because I was inactive for a few days, but good evening, Märchen ♡! This gave me a good giggle. Happy to be 3/6 cherubs.

When you sent this ask, I was actually working on a collage featuring angels, so that was very quaint timing, as well as a silly coincidence.

I am very fond of religious memorabilia and ephemera in general, and angels are very dear to my heart and to the art I both seek and create. I will say that I do have qualms with the famed post-renaissance eurocentric spin on angels (I don't think I have to explain why equating peak beauty, purity, and holy morality with being a frail blonde ivory-skinned blue-eyed virginal maiden is a dangerous thing).

but I do think the concept of angels (including adjacent entities from other religions or myths) is a wonderful thing, and has given birth to stunning works of art, writing, sculpture, etcetera that matter a lot to me. I am also just generally drawn to spiritual matters, so I love seeing how the belief in benevolent entities manifests itself across the world, and how trying to appease or maintain contact with said entities is an almost universal thing across all times and human cultures. I think it's beautiful.

my penchant for angel imagery also definitely goes back to my love for birds...whenever the word "angel" is mentioned, I immediately think of wings and feathers. angels & doves tend to go hand in hand, so...a match made for me!

Some of the most memorable trinkets around my house were these two or three small white porcelain angels. Their faces and hair were simple and indistinct, but as a child, I was very drawn to holding them in my palm and tracing the shape of their wings. I wanted to steal them from the shelf and bring them to my room, but I thought my mother would be upset with me HAHAH! though they are still here :-] I don't think anyone would mind if I took them...

(disclaimer: perhaps this segment would make me sound like a fanatic to someone unfamiliar with my environment, but I'm not even a christian. going to churches as part of tourist trips is incredibly common here. people frequently even go to a location exclusively to admire a church. it's not because I'm #JesusFanNumeroUno.)

on a final note, whenever I visit cathedrals or churches across the country, I always pay attention to all the mural paintings of angels and saints. romania is very orthodox on a general level, so the look of churches can vary quite drastically from that of common catholic design. but I am very fond of the blue walls + gold foil detailing commonly seen in orthodox churches.

The first photo especially is truly breathtaking...I have been to places like that, and I could spend at least half an hour breaking my neck looking up at the paintings (in fact, I already do that). It is very soothing to me.

If you managed to get to the end of this answer, thank you very much for your bravery. I hope my perspective meant something♡.

#🕊️📬 #Thank you for asking:)

[pridecomesbeforethefall]

If you feel comfortable writing that, I have the following suggestion:

a scenario in which Lucifer gifts one of his feathers to MC because he knows they like his wings and wants them to have something to remember him by and MC being overjoyed and

a) deciding to hide it or show it off (like Levi does with his Ruri-Chan figurines) aka keep it in one safe location

or

b) turn it into a piece of jewelery (necklace or earring) to wear on special occasions or as a kind of amulet

Thanks in advance 😊

I have ALWAYS loved the idea of Lucifer gifting either a feather or feathers of his wings to MC. Damn those wings are gorgeous. So this is actually a great thing for me to write about! I hope ya'll like what I came up with.

"Here. It's yours, keep it safe."

With those words, Lucifer had handed you smooth and soft black feather - based on the size of it, there was only one place it could've originated from.

For days, you stared at it on your desk, placed neatly on top of your school books. You wanted to keep it safe and sound, but hiding it in a drawer or a cabinet sounded just... wrong. You knew how careful Lucifer was with his wings and the occasional feather that fell from them. He made sure to pick them up and that's all you had seen. You didn't know what he did with them, but your best guess was that he somehow got rid of them. They would've been very wanted among all the students in RAD, that was for sure.

And now you had one. You didn't even need to ask for one and you certainly didn't expect him to give you one in the first place. You even made sure to be extremely careful during the rare occasions his wings were visible and you were allowed to touch them. This, of course, happened behind closed doors.

As your eyes wandered idly around your room, they settled on your messy, unmade bed. Now you knew.

¤¤¤

It had taken you a fair amount of visiting various shops - some in vain - to gather all you needed. Since you didn't particularly spend a lot of the grimm you earned, you had saved up a nice amount and felt like this was a good time to spend a little extra to make sure all the items you bought were of good quality.

After the shopping trip, you spent an hour or two every day crafting by your desk. What you had visioned in your mind finally materialized in reality by the end of the week and boy, were you proud. You had never crafted anything like it, but it looked just as nice as in the reference pictures you had splayed across your desk.

The next step would be putting it in its place, which took a bit longer than you had anticipated. The spell you had asked for from Satan wasn't exactly beginner friendly, but considering the target was an inanimate object instead of something living (much to Satan's disappointment), the risks were significantly lower.

As you finished the spell and watched the magic slowly unfold before your eyes, you felt a weight behind you on the bed. Hands wrapping around your waist, you felt him bury his face partially into your hair. "So, this is what you have been doing for the past week?" Lucifer asked as he watched the object hovering against your headboard of your bed. "What is it?"

"It's a dreamcatcher." You could feel the Avatar of Pride frowning slightly as he tried to make sense of the word. "In my world, these items are known as dreamcatchers. It's an item from Native American culture. They were used as protective charms placed above a baby's crib or a bed of any sort in general, and decorated with items like beads or feathers." Now you could feel him smile a bit.

"I see. And you made this all from scratch, then?"

You nodded.

"Those shadow peacock feathers must have cost you quite a bit, if they are real."

"They were worth it."

"It's beautiful, my love." Feeling Lucifer holding you closer to him, feeling proud of his beloved human, and hearing his smile in his words was a reward you could never place a price on.

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #request #tumbleringismycopingmechanism #thank you for the message! 💕 #drabble

[cara-dreamer]

Watched the little mermaid live action version recently and I have thoughts.

I’ll start with the worst part first. Lin Manuel Miranda needs to be put down. The Scuttle song cannot be forgiven.

Seriously that song is a crime against humanity just replace it with Cartman’s cover of Poker Face and you’ll have a better time.

Scuttle overall is just not funny or charming at all. I already don’t care too much for Awkwafina, but her performance combined with terrible writing just made me hate Scuttle. Her only good moment was during the start of Kiss the Girl.

Sebastian and Flounder are fine in terms of voice and personality. Their CGI designs are a little… let’s just say that 2D animation has its benefits.

The romance is awesome! They really focus on it rather than devoting a lot of time to side character hijinks, so I believed the romance a lot more.

Speaking of the romance, Eric has way more character! His song is a lovely parallel to Part of Your World where he yearns for adventure in the uncharted oceans. They have more of a connection, and I really was rooting for them.

Ursula. Oh my god, Ursula was incredible. Melissa McCarthy put everything into her performance.

Honestly, nearly every actor absolutely slayed their role. Well, except one but he’s not that important. Eric, Ariel, and Ursula were the main focus and I loved every scene involving them.

I also liked Grimsby. Get yourself a wingman like him.

Under the Sea was also pretty good. Since they didn’t have the advantages of animation, they used the advantages of ocean life already being insane. I was not expecting feather stars to make an appearance, but they were there.

Was it just me, or did Javier Bardem seem like he didn’t care about his role? Maybe he was trying to seem stoic, but it came across to me as if he just wanted to be doing something else.

They also kind of imply he got around lol. All the sisters are referred to as his daughters and they all come from different oceans with wildly different features according to where they’re from. Good for him I guess?

Also Ursula doesn’t even turn people into those horrid creatures anymore. She straight-up disintegrates people.

Eric had a characterization sort of similar to live action Jasmine. I like them both, but do what you will with that information.

The wedding scene was a downgrade ngl. I wished it happened more like the original where a bunch of sea creatures wreck the place. But Ariel does physically fight Ursula which is pretty fun.

Why did they give the redhead the pink dress as the wedding dress? I know it’s an homage, I like the design, but it just clashes with the hair.

Oh, one more thing. They actually handle the “feminist princess” stuff they like doing in their live action movies well. They follow the whole “show don’t tell” rule by letting Ariel save him in the final fight, and they don’t linger on it or draw attention to it like it’s some massive step forward. They treat it like any other triumphant victory.

Overall, I give it a 6/10. I’ll always prefer the original and don’t really care if I see it again, but it’s a nice romance with some good music. I honestly would’ve been nice enough for a 7/10 if that stupid ass Scuttlebutt song wasn’t in there.

#mermaid #the little mermaid #live action #disney #live action remake #the little mermaid live action #remake #disney remakes #movie #movie remake #movie review

[notharlow]

hey everyone! i was planning on releasing a chapter every week, but i lost track of the days, so here’s the next chapter two days late.

i’m glad that i get to write for an audience no matter how small. i would love any criticism or any comments in general about whatever you’d like to say! i’m decently confident in my writing ability, but hearing it from others makes me feel even better!

now, i’d like to present you chapter two of “Purple Eyes”!

Chapter Two: A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Grace gazed at the girl in complete awe. Her heart plummeted down into her stomach, and her breathing sped up to the point of her hardly taking in any air with each breath. The man behind her placed a hand on the middle of her back and began to speak.

“Grace, it’s okay,” he said with a soothing, smooth voice. He looked up at her face frozen in a perpetual state of disbelief magnified by the so wholly unreal look of those brilliant white wings holding rows and rows of feathers so perfectly aligned and kept in perfect shape.

“Grace, I understand that you’re shocked, but you need to breathe,” he so calmly stated as he gazed up at the majesty that was Grace’s ethereal purple eyes. She looked down at him with a gaze unlike any other in the entire world. Her eyes seemed to almost glow with her gaze. It was an inescapable glow, a glow so powerful that human eyes could not behold it for more than a moment's glance. The man promptly shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around her stomach while she was still crouched down in the doorway. Her breathing slowed, and tears soon began running down her cheeks and hitting the floor. She slowly wrapped her much larger arms around him and lightly squeezed.

“Papa, am I dreaming?” she quietly whispered to him.

“No, you’re not dreaming. This is as real as it could ever be,” he whispered back to her while they held each other in a passionate embrace.

The tears continued to flow and flow down her cheeks until she wiped them away and actually stepped inside of her room. Inside of this room, she could fully stand up with her impressive height. She walked up to the side of the bed that the sleeping girl was lying on and sat down on her knees. She passionately examined every detail of the girl from her scarred feet to her scraped knees. The girl wore black shorts too, but she had a t-shirt on that was ripped violently in half, exposing her extremely vacant stomach. Her arms and legs were small and delicate with no sign of muscle, and her hair was very thin. A portion of her hair seemed to have fallen out over a period of several years. Her lips were dry and cracked, and her left cheek had a large scar that ran from her cheekbone to her jaw. On both of her arms, she had badly scarred wrists; the skin around both her wrists were contorted and permanently mangled.

Yet, with all of her other strange and mysterious features, the one that drew Grace’s attention the most was the dirty white cloth tied around the girl’s eyes like a blindfold. Grace reached her hand out and nearly touched the cloth before her papa began to speak.

“After you left for therapy today, someone buzzed the front gate, and I went to check it out. I found this girl leant up against the gate. She looked like she was passed out, so I brought her inside and laid her down,” he said with an elated expression. He looked down at Grace as she stared intently at the girl. The girl never once looked away, even with the full glow of Grace’s gaze.

“I wonder how you do it papa,” she said with a wide grin on her face, “I wonder how you’ve become the magnet for so many winged girls.”

He chuckled and put a hand behind his head.

“I wonder too. Should I be worried?” he questioned jokingly. He nervously chuckled for a moment and then gazed back upon the sad sight of the girl before him.

“What with this thing around her face?” Grace asked while pointing to the dirty white cloth.

“I believe she may be blind,” he said, “and that cloth is meant to cover up an injury to the eyes. That’s my guess though. I’m sure you can ask her when she wakes up.” Grace nodded while her eyes stayed glued to the mysterious girl lying in front of her.

The mysterious girl began to thrash violently in her sleep. She muttered the word “no,” and then she said “stop, please” with a pleading voice and tears soaking the cloth around her eyes. In her tossing and turning, she managed to roll right off of the bed. Grace quickly caught her before she was able to impact with the ground, and the sudden touch frightened the girl awake. She jumped at the feeling of Grace’s hands on her body and instinctively threw a punch that landed right in the center of Grace’s abs. Grace accidentally dropped the girl as she reeled from being punched so hard. She put her hands over her stomach and crouched over while groaning in pain.

“W-what? Who are you?! Where am I?!” the girl shouted as she swiftly sprang to her feet.

“Why’d you…hit me,” she said with a breathy voice as she clenched her abs even more. Her wings came out and curved around to the front of her to act as a shield. A gust of wind caused by the wings moving hit the shorter girl in the face, and she immediately reached out and felt the wings with both of her hands.

“Grace! Are you okay?” her papa worriedly said as he put his hand on her back and crouched under her right wing in order to see her face.

The girl suddenly pulled her hands away in the blink of an eye, then she staggered backwards and fell back onto the bed. She sat up and plopped down onto the ground on her feet. She took meticulous care to make very slow and precise steps around Grace and her papa. Each of her footsteps were almost mute with how light each of them were and with how little she weighed.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Grace struggled to call out to the shorter girl who had nearly gotten to the door of her room by now.

“This isn’t funny! Go to hell!” she indignantly let out a nearly ear-piercing scream. She rushed forward and attacked Grace with a punch that shook the entire mansion with its impact. Photos came off walks, furniture was knocked down, and everyone in the mansion had fallen down. The only one left standing was the winged girl with her fist planted inside Grace’s palm. Grace stared up at the girl with a solemn expression.

“Why are you like this? We don’t have to fight. I’m not here to hurt you,” she said with her deep, yet tranquil, relaxing voice. “I’m Grace, and this is my Papa.” Grace grabbed his hand and helped him back up as the mysterious girl backed away with a bewhildered countenance. “And as for where you are, you’re in the United States of America. I don’t know where you come from, but we both have wings, so I probably came from wherever you came from. We can help each other find out, if you want to,” Grace said with a hopeful smile printed upon her face. She looked up at the girl and held out her hand.

“Of course,” the girl said as she reached out and took Grace’s hand “I will help you. In the meantime, please show me around this strange new place.” Her mood had seemingly changed in such a short amount of time that it nearly floored Grace’s papa, but Grace didn’t seem to notice any issue.

The taller girl’s papa stood up and glanced at the shorter girl for a moment. She was about the same height as him, but she looked so much more intimidating.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like! Just, please, go easy on the house!” he said with a hearty chuckle. “Before any of that though, what is your name miss?” She paused or maybe froze for a moment before answering.

“My name is Genesis. Thank you for allowing me into your home,” she said elegantly and did a one-handed curtsy. “Now, please, show me around your property. I’d love to pick a fresh tomato if you happen to have a garden.”

“Yeah, we have one! I’d love to show you!” Grace ecstatically exclaimed as she held the girl’s hand tight and rushed out the door.

“Here we are!” Grace said as she led Genesis through the rows of tomatoes, onions, and squash. Genesis bent down and picked out a tomato, and as she stood up, she took a bite out of it. She took another bite out of it and then other, and soon enough, she had finished the whole tomato within seconds. She then raised her hand up higher and yanked on the end of one of Grace’s braids hard enough to pull her down and be face to face. She pulled Grace’s head to where her mouth was almost up against the much taller girl’s ear.

“Ow, why are you!” Grace tried to say, but a rude interruption from Genesis stopped her words right in their tracks.

“Level with me; you’re not that crazy, right? Whats your real name? There’s no reason for this idiotic act. And where are we? Tell me the real answer this time,” she whispered softly into Grace’s ear with a seductive voice. Grace got hot and her face turned red for a moment.

“W-what? Hey, let go of me! Grace is my real name!” she said as she tried to push the girl away, but the girl grabbed her by the chin and pulled her back.

“Give it up you dolt! I’ve had enough of this ridiculous game! You’re no human, so stop playing pretend! Gardening, calling that fool ‘papa,’ taking on the name ‘Grace.’ You can’t be serious!” she shouted so indignantly in the face of Grace.

Grace winded up her fist and socked Genesis right in the cheek. Genesis stumbled backwards and fell flat on her ass. She ran her fingers across her lips and gathered some blood in her fingertips before she sprung back to her feet and lunged at Grace all in one motion. Grace sidestepped the obviously-telegraphed attack and swept Genesis’ legs out from under her in an instant. Grace sat on top of the girl’s stomach and pulled back her fist in preparation for another punch, but both she and Genesis quickly looked behind when a woman’s voice could be heard.

“Is this what you usually do in your free time?” a short woman remarked while looking upon the sight of the two girls at each other’s necks.

#literature #writing #lgbtwriter #lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbtq representation #lgbtqplus #wlw books #female writers #fantasy

[alex-fa-main]

no one on this website knows what cultural appropriation is

#i dont wanna start discourse but just putting feathers in your hair genuinely is not cultural appropriation its a FEATHER #like obvs if you say its ~native american inspired~ or w/e thats a problem but #feathers in hair and such is actually a thing all around the world humans love to decorate themselves with things like feathers and flowers #it isnt cultural appropriation stop speaking over native people and listen to us about what actually is cultural appropriation #LIKE DREAMCATCHERS. OR WENDIGO.

[pen-observing]

Hi! If you will have any inspiration about this

What do you think would be little things that brothers would bring you as courting you? As like birds or penguins with rocks and sticks?

Thank you 💜

sjdaj this was fun! i did have an image of lucifer bringing feathers as a meme in my mind for a sec

what the brothers bring you while courting you/wanting to impress you:

Lucifer:

He is what many would consider to be a classic idea of a man. Tall, dark, handsome with refined taste. Because of this he tries to be refined in what he brings you as well. Why should you two not share such traits?

Lucifer because of this relies on the extravagant, classic choices. Most of all – jewelry.

Rings, necklaces, bracelets – everything he sees while out on an errand that catches his eye.

He also tries to match some items with you. He has a golden pen, why shouldn’t you have one as well?

However, one thing that gets in his way is that: no matter how strong his impulse to buy or obtain rare jewels is – he cannot always give them to you.

He overthinks it.

‘if I give them two rings two weeks in a row, would that be too much? Would they then spend money to buy an outfit that matches it? Would the gifts lose their meaning if I don’t space them out? If I continue to give them so many gifts, they would feel responsible to return them so they would spend more money on me and we both know that I am the one who has more money so--’

All these thoughts come to him. Sometimes Lucifer even thinks that your pride would be hurt if he gives you jewels so often.

He tries not to go overboard but he knows that there is a whole desk drawer of little boxes just waiting for the right time to go to you.

Mammon:

No matter how much Mammon may chase gold and sparkles – he is no Lucifer and there is no way that he can just rely on jewels.

Sure, on very special occasions he manages to surprise you with them and that does make it more meaningful.

Mammon puts aside everything else and actually gets a job whenever your birthday is close.

So what else could be bring you?

He is well aware of how birds bring branches or rocks – how sometimes they even spend so much time flying high above and continuously dropping walnuts for others on the road until they crack. His approach is similar.

When you have issues or need to open something – he always offers himself.

It is a bit silly but being there for someone counts.

Besides this – every trinket that he sees somehow ends up in your room

Plushies, fun masks, nail polish that matches his, a leaf that fell in his hair while he was sleeping under a tree and dreamt of you.

He also brings postcards, magazines, photos you might enjoy.

Once he brought you a heart shaped stone and bragged about how his keen eye managed to observe it in the clean river!

Something in every corner of your room will be adjacent to him.

“What if I brought you branches?” “What?” “Nothing!”

He just wanted to ask!

Leviathan:

Lucifer is impulsive in buying just one thing, Levi, however, is impulsive all around.

And that impulsivity goes in many directions.

He is able to use and calculate all his Akuzon points to make sure that you get 10 products instead of just 1.

He takes it very, very seriously.

Sometimes he buys you way too many snacks, other times he orders 5 costumes

Often his courting relies on the thought; what if we shared this!

His mind says that the more you have in common the better match you are.

This is why he brings matching keychains or slippers or even computer backgrounds and mousepads.

He still knows that ‘matching’ does not fully count but it really warms his heart when he sees that you are willing to share and indulge in those small things that would not really matter to others.

It gives him a confidence boost and reassures him that you are in fact open to him.

However, something still has to be yours alone.

Yours alone, from his hands and he needs to make sure of that.

Levi does bring you pearls like penguins do.

And he did in fact spend a long time underwater making sure he brings the best ones.

Just... never show him the video that trended of a female penguin cheating on her partner in the human world.

Satan:

Satan, no matter how much he tries to deny it, is in many ways similar to Lucifer.

He might dress the way he does but he tries to be a classic gentleman in this regard.

He does bring jewelry too – however he never brings it without a deeper, more profound reason.

‘so what if this ring is rare? What does it matter to them? Nothing.’

He has to hear you say it is very pretty to give it to you.

The necklace needs to remind him of your eyes or he is not buying it at all.

Because of this – he is very picky so few gifts are of this nature.

What else does he bring?

Satan writes you notes all the time.

Sometimes they are there to remind you of water or meals, other times they are short quotes.

In fact, he brings you annotated books; lines that remind him of you; quotes of feelings he knows thanks to you.

He brings you parts of himself and looks for parts of you in everything.

This is his idea of courting.

And don’t be surprised to get letters (wax made by him) under your door even if you live close by.

Asmodeus:

Unlike the others, Asmo has no problems with giving you whatever his own impulse says to.

Why should he hide these 2 perfumes that he bought thinking of you and wait for 3 weeks to present them to you?

No, do it right then and there because your heart felt the love or do not do it at all!

Because of this, his impulse costs a lot. Only second to Lucifer.

Asmo wants to give you luxurious things but he knows that jewelry alone can get boring rather fast and is limited by time and fashion and practicality etc.

So he gives you luxury in everything.

New lines of fragrance are yours as well as his, new skin care products that few humans can buy just show up at your door.

Does he also give you framed photos of him? Yes

Does he give you best silk? Also yes.

Why should the two of you not enjoy these things? You deserve it after all.

Still, Asmo is very sentimental too.

He gifts you photo albums of things that make him feel so. Memories of trips and walks; of sleepovers and quiet nights as well.

Yes, luxury is there but this small pretty pen is cheap and has hearts on it! He simply has to give it to you!

Beelzebub:

Beelzebub knows the ‘proper’, ‘correct’ or expected ways to court someone.

He knows what gifts others give and why.

But, all of that seems slightly...like vanity or showing off to him.

It just wouldn’t feel right to give you a framed work of art or color stones that glimmer if it does not really awake something.

His gifts are as gentle as him.

Yes, food is the most obvious choice but he really does worry if you are eating well because humans are fragile.

Flowers that he sees in shops or on walks.

While once walking with Luke he saw some and said how pretty they would look on you. Luke taught him to make flower crowns for that reason.

Most of his gifts are handmade.

He wants to help you on his own no matter what.

The most consistent gifts however are those that you said you needed.

Doesn’t matter when you said it or how, maybe it was just a passing thought, but he remembers and he gets them for you.

Belphegor:

it wouldn’t be wrong to say that he manages to mix up all of these ways and refuses to settle down on just one type.

This is because he is similar to Beel.

Beel gives you thinks you said you needed; Belphie gives you those you did not even notice.

He is constantly observing you and being as smart as he is – nothing escapes him.

You don’t have to complain how you grew bored of your boots or how annoying those headphones are.

He just notices it and gives you new ones.

Sometimes he looks at you during a party in Diavolo’s castle and things that a necklace is missing and would actually be useful in the future as well; so, he buys it.

Books for assignments you are not aware you will need next year find their way to your table. Yes, it is a year but he is a published Devildom scholar so trust him with this.

Paintings, matching rings with stars, a keychain of some small alien from a human TV show etc.

He treads the lines of outlandish with luxury and simple.

Seeing you surprised no matter what because you never mentioned these things always brings him joy.

a/n: how tf do you spell jewelry is it this or jewellery or i hate his word pls

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me x reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #the reason i do fics more is to avoid having to add this many tags omggg #obey me brothers #not genshin