#he just showed up at their door one stormy night like a stray animal

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Could we get headcanons of different pets the Genshin men would have and how they would interact with them or their personalities? Especially Diluc and Alhaitham. I love men with animals, the biggest green flag

I got you, boo! I honestly couldn't stop once I started so added a few other characters

Alhaitham, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Cyno TW: neglected animals in Cyno's

Pet Headcanons

Alhaitham

She showed up in a previous post but I think he would have a cat

An Egyptian Mau to be precise, her name would be Asal (Persian for honey) after her golden/bronze coat

She would 100% be a curious and very intelligent kitten who loves to run around and play

Type of cat who just climbs up fabric/clothes and will sit on your shoulder or around your neck

Will bite and pull on your ear if you oversleep and don’t feed her

Literally embodiment of “Ray of Sunshine”

Absolutely loves Kaveh for some reason (totally not because he spoils her rotten)

“Kaveh, stop feeding her so much, she’s getting fat. I don’t want two spoiled lazy cats”

“Excuse you, she’s perfect and skinny as is… Wait did you insult me too?!”

Does tricks! she knows how to sit, shake, tap (where she taps her nose to your finger/thumb) and is learning more

Diluc

A big dog man

I could see him with rottweilers, german shepherds or bernese mountain dogs with a name like “Bear” or “Beau”, short, bold, and simple.

Originally gotten as guard dogs for a paranoid Ragnvindr who has many enemies and just got back from a murder spree in Snezhnaya, they now work more as emotional support dogs for him and others

He also still has his childhood tortoise (because those things live forever) which he named ‘Clip’ as a child

He’s very mellow, the dogs treat him as one of their own

They also cuddle and sleep together, two dogs wrapped around a tortoise who rests his head on the dog’s neck

When he and Kaeya were in their older teens, Crepus got them both large Clydesdale horses when they both joined the Knight’s Cavalry. 

He named his horse Skinfaxi and Kaeya has Hrímfaxi (named after the sun and moon horses from Norse mythos)

Skinfaxi is one hell of a mare, it took Diluc a lot of time, energy, and patience to get her to behave (though she still has a playful streak)

Would buck him off during training but she was the fastest horse in the Cavalry

He would take her on long rides at night through the woods and around Dawn Winery just to get her to trust him

Kaeya

Obviously, Hrímfaxi, who, unlike his sister, was much more timid.

They both got along really well, with no issues, unlike their siblings.

The two riding are almost like one being, completely in synch

With the cavalry gone, Mondstadt City doesn’t have a lot of space for a horse so he stays with his sister at Dawn Winery

Kaeya comes by whenever he can to ride him

But besides her he would take care of the stray cats around Mondstadt City, refilling food and water bowls around the city while on patrol

One day, after a long night, Kaeya woke up to clawing and meowing at the door and saw his favorite cat, a Calico named Lucky, wandered inside and flopped on his rug in pain, crying as he noticed the giant lump coming from her stomach

By sunrise, he now had a mother of three kittens refusing to leave his house.

Two girls (One Calico like her mom and the other orange) and a boy (A black cat with faint stripes)

He lets Klee name them: Sunny (Orange), Cloudy (Calico) and Stormy (the black cat)

The girls are definitely headstrong while Stormy is shy and tends to hide behind his big sisters

(as a kaeya kinnie with three stray/outdoor cats, he gets them too)

Childe

From a family with lots of big dogs, like Great Pyrenees, Samoyed, and Tibetan Mastiffs

When he moved to Liyue for deployment and got super lonely, his subordinates weren’t super close to him and locals didn’t trust him as a Harbinger, he grew rather lonely

Till he went into the countryside to deal with some Treasure Hoarders and saw them using weasels and ferrets to carry contraband and money around without notice

What really sold him was watching a little kid in the camp playing with one and rubbing noses with it

The next day Ajax had two ferrets running around his apartment with the most expensive ferret setup money could buy

They are the most playful, feral things who love running around and play-fighting each other

Named Jayson and Lila, a pair of twins

(totally didn't name them after the stoats from Burrow’s End)

Loves them so much and plays with them throughout all of his free time

Leaves them to his assistant whenever he is away or is busy (who proceeds to give her hell)

They love it when he wears big coats/parkas so they can climb in and snuggle

Cyno

Didn’t have pets growing up

His first pet was on a mission as General Mahamatra, arrested some guy, went through his house for evidence, and found a severely malnourished and neglected Leopard Gecko

Some of his claws had fallen off to nubs due to layers of sheaded skin build up and he was cold to the touch from lack of heating. 

The lizard curls up into his warm hands and it immediately melts the General Mahamatra’s heart

Immediately putting him back and picking up the cage, he leaves the rest of the investigation to his coworkers before rushing to Gandharva Ville

Scared Tighnari and Collei with how quickly he rushed in through the door with a giant glass terrarium.

Looks calm and collected but is sitting in the corner with Collei just staring at Tighnari and the lizard, internal panic on the inside

Once Tighnari gives an analysis, Cyno asks Nari to watch the lizard for a few days and he will come back for it

Proceeds to spend two days straight researching Leopard geckos and how to take care of them

Also blows a good portion of his paycheck on supplies for the gecko, a larger tank, lights, and heating pads, etc. 

Picks him up and takes him home as soon as the terrarium is set up

Names him something dumb like “Geck” or a combo of his and Tighnari’s names like “Tighno” 

Most people don’t know besides Tighnari and Collei that the gecko exists, and why would they? Who’s gonna believe that the General Mahamatra has a tiny lizard as a pet

When Alhaitham and Kaveh find out Cyno has a pet, Cyno immediately pulls out pictures from his wallet like a proud dad

Whenever he is away for a while, he has Collei house sit and take care of the lizard, pays her generously

Will just sit on top of Cyno’s head or shoulder and chill

Loves to chirp and make little noises for fun/comfort

(also a leopard gecko parent and my gecko is a rescue with all these attributes from being mishandled)

#genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #kaeya alberich #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya and diluc #alhaitham #cyno #childe #tartagila #kaeya headcanons #kaeya imagines #diluc headcanons #diluc imagines #childe headcanons #childe imagines #tartaglia headcanons #tartaglia imagines #cyno headcanons #cyno imagines #alhaitham imagines #alhaitham headcanons #genshin impact #genshin #mondstadt #liyue #sumeru

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Delphine took some time off from her job as a musician during her pregnancy. Yvette invited friends over occasionally to make sure her wife didn’t get lonely. She was working long hours in the hopes of getting a promotion to better support her growing family.

#ts4 #berry sweet sims #eevee legacy #Évoli legacy #Évoli gen 1 #Yvette Évoli #Delphine Wave #yes that is one of the RoM sages #he just showed up at their door one stormy night like a stray animal #now he's their friend

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Growing Together - Chapter Twenty- Three - Goodbye is a Silent Word (Part Two)

I woke up the following morning, my sleeping son curled against me. The book I had been reading to him was neatly placed on the nightstand, and a warm comforter covered me. My heart grew warm with the thought that my husband had come to check up on us, as he would normally do before all of this had happened.

The truth was, I barely saw Victor ever since the piano incident. He had locked himself inside the study, writing the eulogy, and didn’t even bother answering me when I had come to ask if he was hungry. It was evident that he wanted to be left alone, so, as a good doting wife, I complied. Even if it hurt me. Even if my heart wrung itself with agony.

Owen stirred by my side, probably sensing that I was awake. His big brown eyes stared at me expectantly, as if to gauge my mood. It had been a weird couple of days, so it was no surprise that the boy felt somewhat unstable. I gave him my best reassuring smile.

“Good morning, sleepy bug.” I playfully poked his nose. “Did you sleep well?”

“You slept here?” He frowned. "Where's Dad?”

I had no idea where he was or how he was. I also had no idea of what to say, so the only solution I had was to lie.

“You know him, he's probably busy with the funeral.”

The boy stared at me in a very familiar way, his gaze very similar to the one his father used to give me when he felt something was off. After a moment, he seemed to shrug it off, smiling at me instead.

“I’m hungry. Can we go have breakfast?”

“Sure can!” I got up and offered my back for him to climb, which he happily did. “Come on, my hungry caterpillar. Let’s get you showered and fed so you may become a butterfly.”

“Did you know that monarch caterpillars eat about twenty milkweed leaves in one day?”

“That’s probably why they are so chubby and cute! Just like my little bug!”

“I’m not chubby!” He complained, giggling. “Just cute.”

The house smelled like flowers and candle wax, and had a more solemn feel to it. It was easy to assume Mina’s body had returned from the morgue and was already in the house. I walked with Owen to the kitchen, hearing the clinking of silverware and glasses.

“There you are, good morning!” Terry greeted. “Sit and eat, Susan just made some eggs. Do you like eggs, Owen?”

“Yes, I’d like some, please.” He sat down, folding his hands in his lap, waiting to be served.

As soon as I saw that he was happily eating, I turned to Terry.

“Where’s Victor?” I whispered.

“In the living room.” She answered with a nod. “Spent all night in there. I told him to go to bed, but he didn’t want to leave her alone.”

“Will you-”

“I’ll take care of Owen. Go see if you can convince him to have some breakfast.”

I entered the living room like it was a church, and for a moment I thought I heard an echo of my footsteps. Victor was sitting in the chair next to the coffin, lost in thought. His eyes showed the familiar traces of a night spent awake.

I stood in place for a moment, not knowing what to do, when the realization hit me. For the first time in years, I was afraid to get closer to him. It was like we had gone back to the days when he was simply a CEO, and I an intern, and all the steps we had made to get to where we were before had magically vanished. I couldn’t help but feel like I didn’t know him anymore and he didn’t want me anymore.

My mind scolded my heart for having such thoughts. I was being selfish, getting my feelings in the way of what I should do as a wife. I had married that man, all of him, the good and the bad. Would I be the kind of person who cowers when things get rough? Hell no.

I sat beside him, expecting to be sent away, but I wouldn’t let that deter me. Wanting me there or not, my husband would know I would always be there for him. I couldn’t promise to be perfect, but I did vow to be loyal.

“Did you spend the night in here?” I tried.

He blinked, as if he was emerging from his thoughts, and by his expression, they were very painful ones.

“I did.” He paused for a moment. “Did… you and Owen sleep well?”

Maybe he was overly emotional, or simply exhausted, but I could feel him letting his guard down for a second. He reminded me of a wounded animal somehow, too afraid to ask for help, suspicious of the world that hurt him in the first place. I would have to tread lightly.

“Yes.” I nodded. “If you want to, I can be with her for a moment, while you get something to eat. You skipped dinner.”

I grimaced internally as I saw his poker face return. I had spoken too much, called out on his fragility, and God forbid Victor would admit he wasn’t doing well in any way.

“No need.” He dismissed me. “I’m fine.”

“At least let me-” I motioned to take Victor’s hand, words failing me as I saw him pull his hand away.

I knew the cold version of Victor, the one with all the walls, feelings kept inside hidden, away from the world. But the walls he had built had cracks, and the light seeping through those cracks was exactly what made me fall in love with him. It showed me that, even though he did his best to conceal his loving and sensitive spark, it was there and it was very bright. It was just a defense mechanism, because when Victor felt, he felt very strongly and very deeply. I had never seen him like this, the walls so thick no light would show. And it was starting to become clear he had no intention of letting me in.

“Victor...” I felt my eyes sting.

“I can’t.” His voice was merely a whisper.

It seemed to be a thing of ours now, letting unspoken words fall heavy on us. He didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to, anyway. I walked out of the living room, my mind doing its best to numb itself. It felt too painful to think or to feel.

I became fully alert when I heard Terry speak from the kitchen.

“I beg of you, now is not the time.”

"Do I need to remind you this place used to belong to me? That I let you live here for free? Is that how you thank me?” I heard him chastise his sister.

God, no. It had been almost a year since I had last seen him.

I opened the door slowly, hoping I had heard wrong. But there he was, in his expensive fur coat, the same expression of someone who doesn’t have time to bother with anything but himself. Terry was pale as a ghost, leaning against the wall, while my son sat at the table, seemingly confused with the interaction.

"Since my son won’t bother to call his own father, I thought I would see him here. He has always been fond of the housekeeper, for some reason.”

“What do you want, Gregory?” I spoke, protectively resting my hand on Owen’s shoulder.

“Finally, someone who can be of use.” He turned to me with a condescending look, like I was one of his servants. “Where 's my son?”

Oh, no, you won’t.

“What do you want with Victor?” I challenged. “I’m sure it isn’t to apologize for the way you behaved at our wedding.”

“Children should honor their parents, not the opposite.” He looked at my side, to my son, with an amused smile. “Speaking of which, I see you brought your stray.”

I was suddenly blinded by rage, ready to go for his throat if he dared to speak another word. How dared he insult my son? I wasn’t a violent person, but I suddenly became thirsty for blood, eager to put that bitch of a sperm donor in his place. I was stopped by Victor’s icy voice, coming from behind me.

“Leave.”

Victor didn’t look angry. In fact, he looked calm and composed, and if someone saw this scene from afar, they would probably mistake it for an amicable interaction. However, everyone in the room could feel Victor’s menacing aura, like he was a dangerous beast ready to attack, only waiting for the right moment. I instinctively pulled Owen behind me, expecting bloodshed.

“I will not be told what-”

“I said. Leave.” Victor’s voice was contained, but menacing. “You will not disrespect my family.”

He was laser-focused, in full control of his body, his eyes full of danger yet his expression cold and detached. Every muscle, every breath, every thought was now aimed at his father, and it was clear he wouldn’t hesitate to shred him to pieces if he felt the need. I didn’t know this Victor at all, and to be honest, I didn’t want to see him again. I knew I couldn’t possibly imagine the things he was capable of.

Gregory apparently could, or at least recognized the real danger of the situation, as he cleared his throat and gave a discreet step back.

“Probably for the best. I’ll leave you to mourn the housekeeper.”

Josh had told me all that had happened between Gregory and Victor right before our wedding, and how close the old man was to get his nose broken by his son, so it was surprising to see that he was still trying to provoke him. I braced myself for a stormy reaction from Victor. None came. Victor kept his steely eyes and cold demeanor, not moving one inch.

“I’m sure you can see yourself out.”

Terry and I watched Victor in awe, surprised the old man would live to see another day. The hot tension in the kitchen lingered, as Victor kept his eyes focused on his father, watching him slowly walk away.

“Who was that man?” Owen peeked from behind me.

Victor turned to his son, the tension from the previous interaction not fully gone.

“You are not to listen to a single word that bastard says, do you understand me?” His authoritative, icy tone made Owen flinch.

“Yes, Sir.”

I wasn’t sure if Victor had heard Owen’s answer, as he returned to the living room without another word.

The funeral was simple and tasteful, with very few people, including me and Victor. It was odd, knowing Mina, that the funeral would have such low attendance. She was such a loving and caring woman, it would be expected that the world would honor her existence. As it sometimes happens with the purest things in life, Mina’s death seemed to be ignored.

However, all present paid respects to the deceased, either by saying a few words or reading a passage of some book they liked. Until it was Victor’s turn.

He got up quietly, steadily, like he would when he was in a business meeting. But I could see the twitch of his fingers, the sad look in his eyes. It was clear that, although seemingly composed, Victor had a raging war inside him. He took a piece of paper from his suit jacket’s pocket and started reading.

“Whillemina Jordan was born on October 11th, 1949, in Loveland. Her dream was to become an actress, but when her father fell ill with a mysterious bone disease, she had to work to feed the family, so her mother could take care of her siblings. During her life...”

Victor paused for a moment, staring at the paper. He folded it back in, putting it in his pocket. For some reason, he had decided to speak from the heart.

“Mina was a loving and caring woman. She was forgiving, never entertaining a single negative feeling in her heart. But most of all, she was wise. She had the kind of wisdom that cannot be attained through education, but only through the course of a painful life. And yet, she had nothing but love and joy to give. Mina.” Victor paused again, his voice faltering almost inaudibly. “You will be missed.”

I could see it perfectly. In that small pause existed the silent goodbye that Victor wasn’t yet able to say. It entailed sweet childhood memories and caring moments, the ones only shared between a mother and her child. It entailed all of the moments that were yet to come, when Victor would need a mother figure, and miss her. It also entailed the hug that Victor wanted to give her, the words he meant to say to her, the moments that never came to be. I could feel Victor’s sorrow deep in my heart, so I moved to the piano, letting it spill all over the piano keys.

It dawned on me later that, even not being able to make a family of her own, she did have a family: except for Victor, there wasn’t a dry face in that funeral. Mina did have loved ones, we were right there, crying for her. And she had a son, who gave up on control momentarily to honor her, who carried her casket and stayed behind until the very end, when most people had left the cemetery.

We drove straight home, in silence, Owen drifting off in the back. The reality of our situation came rushing back as we got closer to Loveland. The lawsuit, our fight, all of that filled the silence between us, and it became impossible to breathe. We walked into the apartment without a word, and i took our son straight to his bedroom to put him in bed.

“Isn’t Dad going to kiss me goodnight?” There was a deep sadness in the boy’s voice.

I looked at the door behind me, waiting for Victor to come and lean on the doorframe, like he did every night. The doorframe remained painfully lonely.

“Dad is probably tired, he must have gone to bed already.” I downplayed it with a forced smile. “You’ll talk to him in the morning.”

“Dad would never go to bed without kissing me goodnight.” Owen spat at me. “You won’t tell me, but I know he’s mad at me. Whatever I did, it wasn’t on purpose!”

I held my son’s face between my hands, staring deeply at the desperation in his eyes.

“Listen to me, Bug.” I spoke to his pain, wanting to send it away. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Your father is sad, and he doesn’t know how to express it. It’s not your fault.”

Big brown eyes stared at me, and I felt him relax.

“Go to bed, get some sleep.” I pecked his forehead. “You have school tomorrow.”

“Ok.” He buried himself in the comforter. “Goodnight Mom.”

“Goodnight, my little bug.”

I closed the door to Owen’s room slowly, trying to placate myself. This had gone too far. I could accept that Victor was hurting, I could accept that he was angry at me and I probably deserved the punishment he was giving me, I could even accept that he kept me at bay. But hurting my son? I would not accept that.

I went to the bedroom, only to find it empty. When I reached the main hallway, I saw the light in the study was on. He was probably in there, drinking. Disregarding our son. Disregarding me. It was getting harder and harder for me to keep calm. I opened the study door unceremoniously. As I expected, he had taken his tie and suit jacket off and was helping himself with some whiskey.

“You’re drinking?” I gave him an accusatory look. “Your son is in bed, worrying about why his father didn’t even bother to kiss him goodnight, and you are here drinking?”

“Not now, Andrea.” He sighed in annoyance. And then I saw the exhaustion in his eyes.

Victor was shutting me out, putting on a brave face, but this was the man that carried his mother’s casket. This was the man that lost the one person that held him through it all his whole life and was also at risk of losing his son. This was the man whose father only wanted to hurt, and not to comfort. And although I was right there, he probably couldn’t help but feel lonely. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

“Look, I know this is a very hard day for you, and I understand, I really do.” I looked at him earnestly, waiting for him to meet my gaze. “I know who you lost. But our son needs you.”

Victor turned away, deciding to ignore me.

“Look, I know we had a fight and I know you are angry at me. But we can sort this out. I’m right here, talk to me.”

“Are you?” He asked with a bitter voice. “Are you really? Because two days ago you weren’t even sure you wanted to keep our son. Are you sure you want to keep us?”

“Oh no, you don’t get to make accusations like that!” I raised my voice, the rage coming full force now. “I am not the one running away to lick my wounds, ostracizing my child in the process! You do not get to tell me I’m abandoning my family!”

“Right.” He gave me a bitter chuckle.

“Look, I know you haven’t had it easy these last two days, but guess what? Neither have I! I let you take it out on me, endured all the times you gave me the cold shoulder, smiled and reassured our son when you ignored him, I was there for my family!” The words poured out of me, raw and sharp, and I found I couldn’t stop them. “I understand you are hurting, and I am sorry! I’m sorry your mother left you, I am sorry that your father is a narcissistic prick, and I am sorry that the woman that practically raised you died. Hell, I’m even sorry that I didn’t meet your impossible standards, but that does not give you the right to ignore our son and break his heart! You are acting just like your father!”

I covered my mouth with a gasp, appalled with the words that had just come out of my mouth. Of all the blows, this one was the cheapest. And also the deadliest. I watched Victor freeze in place, his eyes on the ground, fully aware that the moment he would look up, I would see the rage in them.

“Leave.” His tone was monotonous, yet sharp as a knife.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Let’s just-”

“I said LEAVE!” He roared. “NOW!

I jumped when I heard the loud crash right beside me, unable to register what it was. Until I saw the glass in shards on the floor, the wall behind me dripping with whiskey. His outburst triggered something in me, and I bolted out of the study. I leaned against the bedroom wing’s wall, trying hard to steady my shaking body and catch a breath, when I saw Owen next to me.

“What happened?” He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I immediately forgot my own fright and went straight to comforting mode.

“It’s ok, my sleepy bug, everything is alright.” I said, after quickly wiping my tears. “Go to bed, it’s late.”

“Did he hurt you?” He sobbed.

“No, he wouldn’t do that.” I reassured the boy. “He’s just upset, that’s all.”

“Can you sleep with me tonight? I’m scared.” He begged.

“Just for tonight, agreed? Ok, off to bed we go, tomorrow you have to be up bright and early.”

As Owen climbed into bed, I shut myself in his bathroom for a moment. All of this was surreal. This wasn’t Victor. Victor would never do that, he would never act like that, he would never be violent, or turn his back on the people he loved or shatter a glass against a wall, no matter how dire things were… Would he?

I quickly took a hand towel from a drawer and stuffed it in my mouth, trying to conceal the wrenching sobs I could no longer keep in, as I considered a second option. Maybe Victor hadn’t changed, the circumstances did. Maybe he found it easy to turn his back on me because our fight the day before had been the last blow in our relationship. My husband could be that unforgiving if pushed hard enough. I let myself slide to the ground, unable to keep myself up, the anguish taking full force. I had lost him. I was losing it all. Owen and Victor. My whole life. All the reasons to be happy.

I left the bathroom a while later, empty of tears. Owen had fallen asleep in the meantime, but I laid next to him anyway. I wanted to make the best of these moments, even if they were bittersweet, because I would probably no longer have them. I hugged my sleeping boy tight, burying my nose in his curls, treasuring him the best I could.

When people pass away, we feel sad that we didn’t get to say goodbye, like goodbye is something that needs to be heard to be acknowledged. That’s a lie. Goodbyes can be a mere hesitation. Goodbyes can be a glass shattered against a wall. And even though they aren’t voiced, even when they are silent, they can still hold an ocean of words in them, and mean the end of a marriage.

#victor mldd #angsty victor #mlqc victor #love and producer fanfic #li zeyan #Growing Pains - Series #growingtogether #victor x oc

[littlebitoffanfic]

The Bear Or The Deer

Fandom: Frankenstein Character: Adam/Frankenstein’s monster Relationship: Adam/reader Request: you do a lot of horror and I was just wondering on the off chance: would you do Frankenstein’s monster x reader? AN: Frankenstein is my favourite book! Since, in the book the creature calls himself Adam, I decided to stick with that as his name. also, this’ll probably be a multi-chapter thing as I cant wait to explore more plot with him

 Sitting in your home on a stormy night, in the pitch black, waiting by a window was never something you thought you would ever have to do. But after the last few months, you needed to know. You had to. Something was happening and you didn’t know or understand it. People had reported a monster in the woods that surrounded your home, yet you had had little cause to be frightened. In fact, the only thing that truly scared you about it was not knowing what it was. You had never felt exposed or unsafe in your home. It was about a mile out from the nearest town, and just off a trail that only had one or two horse and carts pass by ever week. You were mostly self sufficient, growing your own vegetables and fruit in your large garden and a few animals such as cow and a few chickens along with your trusted horse. You traded in town with your craft work, using your love for paints, crafting and even mending things. Often, the butcher, who has a young family, will ask you for new clothes and such in exchange for meat. You would sell your art to passing traders and do the occasional jobs for everyone else in the town in exchange for whatever you needed. But it was still hard work. Your home and its surroundings needed a lot of tending to. Only, you had noticed something strange over the last little while. Your log pile, which you kept outside next to the small bard, was kept topped up. Then apples started being left on your back porch every morning, along with oranges and any other fuits. As time grew on, you grew uneasy. You tried leaving out food and some blankets and such, in hope that whoever it is was just looking to trade. But they never took anything. And then the rumours started in town. A beast, like a bear, stalking the forest. A few had seen it moving about, but none dared approach it. It had to be human-like, judging but its knowledge of cutting wood and such, but where did it live? Was it close to you? Tonight, you planned on seeing it for yourself. You had left out a large basket of food for it. Cheeses, hams, a bottle of milk and some eggs, in hopes that it would take it. You sat to the side of one of your kitchen windows, which was close to the back door where the thing sometimes left fruit. You hoped it would see the basket when placing the logs on the pile and come to investigate. You had nearly drifted off when a crash of thunder woke you, making you jump as you sat straight up. Looking out the window, you noticed how the moon was nearly fully covered by clouds, the only light now came from the soft glow of your living room, where you always kept the fire going to heat the house and the small light of the full moon that peaked through the clouds. Another few lightening strikes and crashes of thunder kept you alert. Until you saw the creature. It emerged from the forest like a it might have been a tree itself, judging but the stature. In the rain, it was bend over, walking on two legs with a long cloak drawn over its body. It was human, and judging by the stature, probably male. It, he, carried logs against his chest, only pulling back his cloak to place them onto the pile carefully. He was soaked to the bone, you could see that, and yet he was more concerned with make sure the balance of the pile was right. His face was hidden by the hood, but you saw he had noticed the basket, which was still dry thanks to the porches roof and the wind that blew the rain in the opposite direction. He walked to the porch, placing his foot on the bottom of the three steps, his whole body seeming to tilt to the side in curiosity. He looked up towards the top floor of the house, where he probably thought you were fast asleep. You saw him place his hand up to his chest and he gave a small bow to your house, before retreating without the basket. You were stunned, shocked and so confused. What was he? Why did he do these things for you? Why would he be out in such weather? Where was his family? It was curiosity that lead you to spring up from your seat and run to the back door as a crash of thunder masked you opening the door. “Wait!” You called out, scooping the basket up by the handle. The figure froze, his entire body seeming to turn to rock at the sound of your voice. You took a few more steps out, not daring to descend the steps into the rain just yet. You wanted to keep the food dry. “Please, will you take this?” You asked, hoping your question would draw some kind of response out of him. Which it did. He turned, but in a strange kind of way. His lower half turned a quarter of the way towards you while the top half twisted fully, keeping his head low and covered by the hood. It was very unnerving to watch, and reminded you that something just wasn’t quite right about him. “For helping me. I want you to have it.” You manage to speak, keeping the fear from affecting your voice.   A crash of lightening followed by a roll of thunder as if showing some kind of inner battle the man was obviously having with himself. You were just a woman, alone in your home. He had no reason to fear you. You had no weapons, nor was there anyone close by who would be able to help you. If anything, you should be scared of him. But something was different about him. “Please.” You repeated, keeping your voice soft. This seemed to be enough to persuade him back to you, approaching you in such a manner that reminded you of a stray dog approaching a human who had offered it food. It wanted the food, yes, but it was scared of the hand that gave it. As he reached the bottom of the small set of stairs, you couldn’t help but feel dwarfed by him. Even with you at the top stair, he was taller. The light from the house didn’t give you enough light to see his face. Holding out the basket, you smiled. He hesitated, but raised his right hand to take the basket. As he did so, the sleeve fell back, revealing a wrist with a deep scar running around the wrist and down beneath his sleeve. The flesh itself was a little… off in colour. But the scar looked painful. You couldn’t help the gasp that fell from your lips as you looked up at him. At the wrong time. A bolt of lightening lit up the sky and, for the first time, you saw his face. A gaunt face looked back at you. Thin lips with barely any colour behind them were opened slightly in surprise. His cheeks bones were prominent, and his skin the same as his hand, looking slightly off and discoloured. His nose was missing, and chunk and several scars ran across this face, almost like a doll that had been ripped apart and sow back together again. But his eyes. They were a yellowish colour, with the left one having another scar running from the bottom of his eye right down his cheek to his jaw. They were wide, surprised, like a deep that had been scared by the sudden attack of a bear. How quickly your metaphor for him had changed, from a bear to a deer. He seemed terrified of you. Yet he could easily turn on you and you were very aware of that fact.   But as quickly as the lightening had struck, it was gone, replaced with a thundering bang. The man ducked his head, retreating into himself as he turned on his heels and fled. Caring little for the rain or your own safety, you ran after him, calling out for him to wait. It would seem that his great height left him at a disadvantage to you, as you were able to catch up wit him before he reached the edge of the woods. “Wait, please!” You cry out, reaching out and grabbing his cloak and digging your heels into the ground. The man let out a grunt, twisting towards you as if expecting you to attack him, causing his hood to fall back and reveal black hair. He winced and it hit you. He didn’t want you to see him not because he didn’t want you to know who he was, but because of the way he looked. “Im sorry. The thunder and lightening just frightened me, that’s all.” You lied through your teeth. You were already soaked to the bone from the rain, which pelted down with little chance of stopping soon. The wind whipped your hair out of place, almost blowing you off of balance. Yet he stood strong a tree. As if to prove that you weren’t scared of him, you reached out and took his right hand, raising it with is palm upwards. He jumped at the touch, his skin freezing and his hand now tense. Raising it, you hooked the basket in his hand. Once he had the weight, you used both your hands to close his fingers over the handle. “As a thank you for everything you’ve done.” You smile up at him, his eyes so bright without the hood. He was handsome, at least to you. So unique and unknown. You would be lying if you said he didn’t intrigued ou unlike any man you had ever met. “do you have a name?” You asked, suddenly doubting if he even understood you. Perhaps he was mute, or didn’t understand your language. He nodded, his tongue darting out as if to wet his bottom lip despite the fact his face was soaked. “Adam.” A deep voice replied. “Im [y/n].” You told him, as if the two of you were meeting for the first time at some ball or in a local shop. He repeated it back to you, like it was the most beautiful word he had ever heard and just had to make sure he could say it right. A gust of wind ripped through the garden and hit you like a ton of bricks. You fell forward, loosing your footing as you let out a yelp. But a strong arm caught you and, before you could even realise what had happened, you were swept up like a bride. He had dropped the basket to catch you and now proceeded to carry you back through your garden. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you stared up at him while his gaze remained solely on the path. You could see how tense his jaw was, like he was grinding his teeth together. As he climbed the bottom two steps and was about to put you back on your porch, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He froze. His mouth slightly open and his eyes wide, as if he were unable to believe it. You took the opportunity to swing out of his grasp, now standing on your own feet. “You’d better get home and dry off. The storm looks like it will only worsen tonight. You’ll catch your death.” You look up at the sky. You were pulled from your thought by a soft chuckle, one which made your cheeks burn and your heart stop. It was low, almost too low to hear. You looked to him and saw amusement in his eyes. He doesn’t hold your eyes for more than a second before dropping them, bowing to you. “Thank you for your concern, but I shall be fine.” He speaks with such an elegance that doesn’t quite fit his features. “well, Adam, perhaps you should come back tomorrow, just to let me know you are safe?” You ask, biting your lower lip. his head snaps up, his eyes wide with disbelieve and… hope. a single nod confirms his return as he retreats away from you for the final time that night. He pulls his hood back up and turns away, walking back to the basket, which had landed on the path, but nothing had spilled out. You hoped the blanket that covered it would be enough to protect the content from the rain. he scooped it out, glancing back at you. You smiled and waved, backing into your doorway and closing it. It was all suddenly so quiet without the wind and rain in your ear. You locked the door, unable to stop from smiling as you went to the window, seeing him take one last look at where you had been before disappearing into the woods. You couldn’t help but bursting feeling in your chest that wanted to dance until he returned, nor how his face was burned into your mind in a good way. There was still so many question in your mind. Who was he? Where did he come from? Why did he have those scars? And you couldn’t quite work out if he was the bear or the deer.

#frankenstein #frankenstiensmonster #frankensteins creation #frankensteins creature #adam frankenstein #adam Frankenstein x reader #Frankenstein monster x reader

[imastrangeone98]

Lost and Found - Chapter 5: Et Misericordia

(A/N: hello I’m back. to my non-existent readers, this is gonna be a little filler that will lead to some more horrible shit)

(also wow Dante is probably super ooc here... I’m so sorry)

(and have this song too)

https://youtu.be/Ym4sH9VaHbU

[Four Months Later]

It wasn’t until he woke up curled around her that he began to think he was getting a little too attached.

He knew for certain that he fell asleep on his chair while she napped on the sofa, only to wake up hours later pressed next to her, chest to back, on a couch that was too small for them.

What made things worse was the fact that the blanket had slipped a bit from her neck while she slept, exposing the skin underneath. And for some reason, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to look away. His demonic instincts screamed at him to sink his teeth into it and claim, claim, claim.

What the hell’s wrong with me?

With difficulty, he tried to force himself to think about something else- what pizza to order, or magazines to read- but his thoughts kept getting fried the moment he caught a whiff of her sweet, delicate lotus scent.

He should move. He should really move.

But she began to readjust herself to snuggle further into his chest. His arms remained locked around her waist.

...Shit.

He knew that he wasn’t going to follow through on the idea, so he closed his eyes to try and fall back to sleep, but he kept getting distracted.

Faith.

An interesting person, to say the least. She was one of those people where you could learn everything about them in one day, yet learn nothing about who they are at the same time.

He knew she often went out during the day, usually to chat with the homeless and feed the stray animals that wandered the back alleyways of the city. He knew that she would sneak out every night, always checking first to drape a blanket over him and see if he was asleep (he wasn’t), to take a stroll on the beach and stare up at the sky and stars. He knew that she hardly ate, no matter what type of food it was, and she never used the room he offered her, instead preferring to sleep on the couch, curled up in a little ball. And he knew that she loved music- on stormy days when the pounding rain made it impossible to leave the office, she would hum to herself and rock back and forth, arms wrapped tightly around her skinny frame while listening intently to the jukebox.

He also noticed the way she would shiver uncontrollably at seemingly random moments. He saw the way that she would flinch at loud noises (he learned to be careful of his volume the hard way). He noticed the way she would sometimes sit by herself in the bathroom for hours at a time, huddled into the bathtub and staring at nothing. On those days, he’d sit right outside and just talk- about his business, the weather, his favorite type of pizza, what fashion exploit Lady had planned for them- until she’d open the door and let him sit on the toilet seat as she listened to him speak.

She gave no explanation. If asked, she would simply clam up and hide under the blankets, refusing to come out.

He hated that he couldn’t help her, but he learned to accept the fact that she wouldn’t talk until she was ready.

But that still didn’t help his imagination.

What if she was being hunted? he thought before he could stop himself. What if she had...

A chill ran down his spine.

What if she had been abused?

If that idea was true, then it would explain a lot about her skittish behavior. It would also explain the boiling rage that simmered in his gut with every second that he thought about that possibility.

Faith began to shiver.

Crap.

While he could easily guess that Faith was a natural at reading peoples’ emotions, he hadn’t fully processed how much she seemed to react to them.

Whenever he or Lady were upset in any way, she’d often hide in the bathroom until one of them (usually Lady) would have to persuade her to come out. If either one of them felt some form of peace (or any positive emotion in general), she’d wrap her arms around their waist and bury her face in the crook of their shoulder blades, as if she was trying to absorb their energy.

Maybe she was.

He relaxed into the soft leather of the couch, and let his thoughts dissipate. And she stopped shivering, leaning further back into him.

Now wasn’t the time to ask questions. And as drowsiness began to seep back into his body, he let his forehead rest against the back of her neck and breathed in her smell.

Right before he closed his eyes, he remembered feeling like he could breathe in her scent forever.

[...]

His body processed the fact that she wasn’t there faster than his mind did.

He felt cold, despite his natural body heat and the blanket that was carefully draped over him; the space next to him was empty. Muted lamplight seeped through the windows, illuminating his now-dark office.

She must be at the beach, he thought as he stretched his arms. I’m bored... might as well take a look, right?

Quickly grabbing his jacket, he strolled out of the building and began his long walk towards the ocean...

...only to find that she wasn’t there.

He jogged up and down the sand at least six times while repeatedly calling her name.

Nothing but the ocean waves replied.

Inexplicable panic began to grow, and he tried to force it down to no avail. So he headed into the city, resolving to call Lady if he couldn’t find her there.

Dante wandered the city for at least half an hour. She wasn’t at any of her usual spots. He asked some of the homeless people he saw if they had seen her- none of them did.

“Actually,” someone noted, “she sometimes goes to the church when she’s thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’.”

“Which church?” Dante asked, already anxious to check on her.

“Uh, St. Charles, I think, over on the hill. I hear they have choir practice every Saturday night.”

With a quick thank-you and some spare pocket money, he sprinted down the street towards the church on the hill.

The pressure in his stomach diminished the second her familiar lotus scent hit his nose.

She was here. No doubt about it.

Choir practice every Saturday night.

Was this where she’d been every Saturday? Why didn’t she tell him? Also, why did he care so much that she didn’t tell him? He had no right to infringe on her privacy, and hell- he hardly knew anything about her to have any say on what she did with her personal time.

But one thought lingered in the back of his mind, and he hated it, but once it was in his head, it was impossible to ignore.

The idea of her leaving him behind was unbearable to him.

Shut up, brain, he thought as he pushed open the door. I’ll deal with you later.

He spotted her the second he stepped into the chamber. Faith sat on the bench closest to the corner of the wall, and the back of her head blended in with the shadows, but that gentle aura was unmistakable.

She didn’t react much when he sat next to her, golden eyes fixed intently on the session in front of her. He somehow knew that she wouldn’t respond to him until it was over, so he made himself comfortable and watched with her as the chorus practiced their final piece.

Et misericordia eius...

Et misericordia eius...

Et progenies, in progenies...

Timentibus eum.

Dante hadn’t realized how relaxed he’d become over the course of the song. His mind felt clearer, and his body was less tense than it usually was. He could understand why Faith would come here so often.

“This is my thinking place,” she finally murmured, long after the choir had disbanded for the night. “I come here from time to time and just... listen to everything. I guess it’s... therapeutic?”

He nodded. “Makes sense. It’s a nice song.”

“Yeah. It is.”

They were silent for a while after that, but he didn’t mind. It was comfortable.

Faith shifted. She rubbed her hands over her arms, her gold eyes deep in thought.

Under the shadow of the dimmed church lights, she looked tired.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Let’s go home. You look exhausted.”

Faith shook her head. “I’m going to think a little more. You go ahead and get some sleep. I’ll be back before you wake up.”

“Faith...”

She let out a light sigh and gazed at the hanging cross on the front wall for a bit. “Do you know what that song means?”

“Uh... something about church?”

The tiniest of smiles flickered on her lips; he stared too long at them. “You’re not wrong. ‘And His mercy is on them that fear Him from generation to generation.’”

“...Is this about you being a nephilim?”

“Yes.” Her voice weakened, but she said, “Nephilims aren’t meant to be born. We’re mistakes, created by angels who succumbed to their unholy desires.”

“Uh, but weren’t there a ton of them in the olden days?”

“Supposedly. But God allegedly saw how unclean and sinful they had become, and He wiped them out, using their essence to create a new world. This world we walk on now... it was made from the bones of my kind.”

Dante didn’t like where this conversation was going. He didn’t want to have it. He just wanted to kill demons, eat pizza, annoy Lady, and listen to jukebox music with Faith. Philosophy and religion were never his specialties.

“Something bad is going to happen, Dante. And whatever it is, I doubt that it’s coming to show mercy.”

The temperature dropped. The chapel, once comforting, now felt hostile. Air seemed to leave his lungs.

They needed to leave. Now.

“Faith... Let’s just go home, okay? Maybe- maybe we can talk more about this tomorrow.”

She said nothing in return. Her gold eyes looked black and empty in the darkness.

And Dante was once again struck with the knowledge that he didn’t know anything about her at all.

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A/N: hmm what a shitshow. Also would anyone consider this blasphemous or sacrilegious?

Edit: read chapter 6! :D

#devil may cry 3 #dmc dante #dmc lady #dmc oc #lost and found #dante x oc

[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Evak Fics - Pets/Animals

Pets and Animals list. Includes cats/kittens, dogs/puppies, and other animals.

Did @kkhymmmm inspire me to make this list? Absolutely. Just look at all the cat art: Cats1, cats2, and cats3. Also this one by @art-vandeley And this one incorporating birds by @leoniejulie And this one of Galileo the fish from TMTTS by @mfrov95

Fics are under a read more:

********** CATS/KITTENS **********

Kitten Stories by cami_soul - (WIP) Inspired by Kim's art

SKAM + kittens by hippopotamus (Series, 10 fics)

Cat Got Your Secret? by smilexdarling (567 words) - A simple afternoon of cuddling is interrupted by the appearance of a strange cat. 

To the Moon and Back by flowerbedofsouls (Series, 2 fics) - Isak knows Even is up to something as soon as he hears the door close. As it turns out, Isak likes that 'something'. 

Feline Approval by givemepizza (732 words) - Isak only wants to go out on a date....as long as his cats let him. 

for remembrance by orphan_account (905 words) - there's someone new (and fluffy) in the kollektiv but she still needs a name 

Box of Kittens by bashfulisak (1.1k words) - Isak hides away a box of kittens and wants to tell Even but that's not exactly how it goes. 

Bewitched by i_once_wrote_a_dream (1.4k words) - witch Even. “Isak, I’m Thor.” Isak wants to laugh. It’s laughable. 

BELLA by LiliMane (1.4k words) - "I don’t think you’re a kitten expert, Even, so you shouldn’t be running your mouth in regards to kitten issues with such confidence." 

Bigsby the Matchmaking Cat by smilexdarling (1.6k words) - Even owes his future love life with a grumpy kitten-man to a grumpy actual-cat. 

And With Arrows Through Everything by drvology (1.8k words) - The small things Even alone finds, but both know to treasure. 

Isak, Even, and little Cleo by justwhatever (Series, 2 fics) - Even hasn't been doing so well recently, and Isak thinks he knows what could cheer him up. 

Sweet Potato & Grumpy Cat by mazarin01 (1.9k words) - Isak and Even adopts two cats from an animal shelter and struggles with giving the two male cats names. 

My Blue Heaven by dahlstrom (2.2k words) - The one where they adopt a stray kitten together, and the shenanigans that ensue. 

The Sixth Roommate by NovemberRose (2.4k words) - Eskild brings home a kitten and compares it to Isak several times. 

Catnapping My Heart by Skamzombie (2.9k words) - Isak has just moved into a new apartment with his cute cat and everything is swell until a hot blue eyed neighbour comes knocking on his door threatening to tell their landlord about the cat he's NOT meant to have...which leads to both of them coming to an agreement. 

Radiance of the Sun by wyoheartsmusic (3k words) - Isak thinks he's losing his mind and Sana has a secret. Halloween. supernatural cat 

the world is ours by ihatefindingusernames (3.6k words) - As Isak stood there, staring at the most beautiful man he had ever seen, he couldn’t help but smile. This stunning man was his soon to-be husband. Isak just smiled and watched. 

Life by drvology (5k words) - Five Even & Isak vignettes. Anytime during or after S4. With Carda the cat.

new beginnings by skamz (5k words) -  DELETED 

close encounters of the feline kind by anathema (azirapha1e) (5.7k words) - In some universes, love blossoms in swimming pools. In others, there are kittens involved. 

with the taste of a poison paradise by chasingflower (6.1k words) - Coraline au

Spontaneous Acts by XO (SleepingWave) (6.1k words) - Maybe Even's impulsiveness was a good thing. 

Norwegian Wood by Tuii (6.3k words) - They do still touch, kiss, hold each other. But it is different, there’s something missing. The drive, lust, want, need. It is alive, the lust and want, but because it’s been so long since they actually had sex, it feels hidden. 

Kattehookern by Allregretto (7.5k words) - Losing track of your roommate's cat really sucks, but at least Isak has his hot neighbor to help him out. 

if you must live, darling one, just live by grinsekaetzchen (7.9k words) - Warning for animal death at the beginning. Features an adorable cat halfway through. Post apocalypse au 

you're the glitter in the dark by piccadilly (10k words) - Isak is a witch and has a cat. five times Isak almost revealed his magic, and the one time Even revealed his. 

my love is a lighthouse fire by panshambles (30k words) - Isak is a lighthouse keeper and Even runs his boat aground one stormy night. Features a cat  - DELETED 

four movements on a first wedding by chevythunder  (47k words) - Isak gets a cat at some point. Isak's spent years keeping his distance to Even, worried that any kind of closeness could trigger feelings he won't be able to suppress. Waking up married to Even after a blurry night in Las Vegas throws a slight wrench in those plans. 

Tumblr Prompts by Tuii - (WIP) One shots of cats and dogs

********** DOGS/PUPPIES **********

what think you of falling in love? by withoutwords (605 words) - “You got a dog,” Sana says unnecessarily, blinking at the hairy thing curled up on their couch. 

The One With The Waggly Tail by tiptopevak (767 words) - doggy daycare. He's smiling at the dog, but, okay, maybe a little bit at Isak, too. 

Puppy Love by janesargnt (993 words) - pet shop. Even though Even may not have left with an actual dog, he left with Isak Valtersen's number, which was arguably even better. 

Puppy Love by BluebeardsWife (1.1k words) - Isak comes home to find Even has adopted a puppy. 

Meds by Tuii (1.2k words) - They have a dog. He has this bad habit of putting all the pills on this hand at once, and then pouring all of them into his mouth. There is something about the amount of pills on his hand. He needs to see them there, all together, he needs to see how many he has to take every night. 

Show me your true colors by NikiNixie (1.5k words) - Even always wondered what it would be like to meet his soulmate. And he was very excited to find out, why he had his handprints on his chest. Yes, those were hands of a man. But he never expected to meet him on the verge of death. 

and they called it puppy love. by milominderbinder (1.6k words) - Even comes home from work one day, and Isak has a bit of an early birthday surprise for him. A surprise that didn't go exactly to plan. 

feelings that i adore by thekardemomme (2.9k words) - Isak loves Even’s dog, and Even loves Isak. Turns out it’s more mutual than they think. 

It’s easy come, never go by LostInAdmiration (3.7k words) - Being a parent was terrifying. It was exhausting and stressful and Isak hadn’t slept properly in weeks. Isak relayed all of this to Jonas during their weekly meet up. Jonas snorted and rolled his eyes as Isak complained. “He’s a dog, Isak, not a baby.” 

It is love we must hold onto by askynote (5.9k words) - Five times Isak went to Even's home, and one time Even went to his. Even has a dog 

Dog Watching by folerdetdufoler (13k words) - Even is a dog-walker and Isak is a university student and that's how/when they meet. Jonas, as always, is a very good friend. 

from an earth to its sun by traumatic (18k words) - the entire world goes to bed normally and wakes up with glowing countdowns above their heads. No one's sure what causes the numbers to drop, only that when they hit 0, you hit the ground. 

Let go when you give it by unsungyellowraincoat (23k words) - Isak is a tired biology student who has no time for love, he barely manages to take care of himself. Until two small dogs and a tall handsome stranger change all of that. 

Scene Three, Take Two by folerdetdufoler (31k words) - Isak is 23, a student in the veterinary program at NMBU, and working an internship at a clinic in Kongsvinger. He hasn't seen Even in three years, but randomly bumps into him on the street when he's visiting his mom in Oslo. 

Rule of Seven by folerdetdufoler (164k words) - Isak works at a museum, curating art to educate and entertain the people of his capital city. Even works at a video game company, collaborating with a group of specialized artists to design the worlds and characters that people can get lost in. In the third room of the linear layout of the gallery, Isak notices Even. In the third room of the linear layout of the gallery, Even notices Isak. Isak's dog is the best. 

Leopard on my shoulder by Tuii - (WIP) He sees the boy again. The boy. The boy he has been seeing around for months now. The boy that he has been dreaming of and drawing in his sketchbook page after page, different kind of facial expressions. Even has a dog. 

Tumblr Prompts by Tuii - (WIP) One shots of cats and dogs

********** OTHERS **********

My rose-colored boy by nveld (1.4k words) - moth. Isak is terrified of moths and makes his roommate (and crush) Even catch one hiding in his room, but not before they both make a confession. 

I Ducking Love You by wyoheartsmusic (1.5k words) - duck. Even has a disagreement with a duck and Isak and Even fall in love along the way. 

The Fish Incident by Lisa94 (1.7k words) - fish. "AU where even accidentally kills isak's fish and buys a new one hoping isak won't notice" 

something lonesome, something so wholesome by hippopotamus (3.2k words) - soulmate tattoos that are animals. an au where there's a tattoo on your skin that can move around, and when you find your soulmate it can move onto them too. 

the adventures of stanley the matchmaking parrot by hippopotamus (4.3k words) - parrot. pet shop. In which Even and Isak are ridiculously obvious, and Jonas’ wingman skills are second only to a parrot’s. 

and we rule the kingdom inside my room by GayaIsANerd (4.3k words) - spiders. Isak just wants to save spiders from being killed, and Even ends up having to save him... multiple times 

The Mouse Hunters by MermaidsandMermen (SophiaSoames) (Series, 3 fics) - mice. He needs this Anticimex dude to turn up and fix everything that is wrong with his life right now, and then he will rest. Sleep for days. 

look up to the skies and see by traumatic (6k words) - deer. on the run from his past, Even moves to a place no one would think to look for him—a small town in New Jersey with a dark and magical past. 

you pretend you didn't see me cry by dewdrops (6.5k words) - insects and spiders. Isak struggles with a certain phobia or two. Even tries to help.

Cuddle Monsters by sikily (8k words) - featuring a mythical animal like the Raiju that are Japanese mythological creatures 

Losing strides for you by Thatoneweirdevakshipper (13k words) - Horses. “Hella, need anything?” The guy said, hooking his horse into the cross ties. “Sorry, never seen you around. Isak.” He said, holding out his hand. “Even,” The guy said, shaking Isaks hand. 

If the wind breathes by unsungyellowraincoat (18k words) - bees. Death of a former classmate brings Even back to his hometown where he meets a young beekeeper named Isak. 

and this mist, it makes it hard to see by vesperthine (36k words) - horses. In a way, it was escapism. In others, not so much. But Even has only been there for three months when Isak shows up. And it makes a mess out of everything, while other things settle into place. 

Signal by Laika_the_husband (43k words) - chickens. Even, one of the most active people on murdersweb.no, has been working on the Valtersen case for years. Now he has finally made a breakthrough. He's found Valtersen's hideout. He packed up his camera gear and headed out to get an interview that no TV channel would refuse. His road to the industry has finally been paved. He had not expected to find himself stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with no phone signal, at the mercy of his target. He also had not expected to find himself fall for him. 

Don't look at me by Julieseven (66k words) - not exactly animals but it features people's souls walk beside them in form of animals, called daemons

#evak fic rec #skam fic rec #skam art #animals #pets #dogs #cats #if you know of more fics or evak art with animals please let me know

[jhara-ivez]

Enderal Character Ask// thx to The R3d Painter

1. The basics Name: Jhara Ivez (Jhara->“Misery“, Ivez->“Archer“)

Sex: male Gender: male Age: 25 Race: Half Arazealean Eye color: Light blue Hair: Blond Sexuality: bi

2. Describe their appearance. He’s intimidating. Like 90% of the time. The other 10% is very boyish. 3. How do they like to dress? He usually wears the armor of the Ash Warrior outside of Ark. Inside Ark he likes to dress more casually, but mostly he prefers darker shades of colors.

4. Do they have any markings (scars, tattoos, birthmarks)? He's got a lot of scars from his Ostian days. Mostly from aggressive stray dogs.

5. What are they like? Describe their personality (use whatever tools you like):

I don't need a crown,

no palace, no jewels,

wherever I am,

every place is my home.

I am a tramp,

but I am free,

the cup passed from me.

To be free does not require much.

Only who is free is a king.

Shameless takes the cheeky thief

because he forges his own luck.

What others dream of,

I'll take at night.

My walk is equal to a white wedding horse.

A fearless king,

guarded by mercenaries,

a vain god... in my heaven

(In Extremo – Frei zu sein)

6. How would they describe themselves? He would describe himself as a stray.

7. Education level? He's skilled with numbers and is able to read. That's basically it.  

8. What are they proud of in themselves? What are they embarrassed about? He's proud to outwit anyone at cards and dices. He's also proud to be quick and rather talented in stitching things together... He's embarrassed about his sleeping pattern. People randomly try to give him 'good advice' on how to get to sleep properly („Drink some hot milk!“). 9. Do they know any languages other than Inal? He knows the language of his mother's tribe.

10. What, if any, aspects of their mother’s culture influenced them growing up? Due to his mother he learned how to deal with horses. She told him a lot about her country of origin, the customs and language. A great deal was his mothers book of arazealean fairytales, they both hid from the fathers eyes. He learned about the original meaning of words like 'freedom', 'heroism', 'survival' and 'war', that were completely misused in the southrealms ideology, which made him wary about the Creators ways.

11. Name a song (or a few) that remind you of them. In Extremo – Frei zu sein In Extremo – Zigeunerskat

12. Speaking of songs, can they sing? What is their voice like? How about instruments? His voice is pleasant and has a certain melody when he speaks due to his accent. I always imagine him to sound a bit like Kendji Girac. Singing or music was never something he did on his free will (although he might be able to sing without all of Ark closing their windows and doors to him)

13. What was their life like before coming to Enderal? Jhara was born on a stormy day in winter. Yet as soon as he was born it was not sure if he would survive, not because of illness, but because his father was sure that he was not his own blood. This may be true. Jharas mother married his father eight months ago by force and lived in Arazeal before, maybe spending time with other lovers. In his fathers eyes Jhara therefore was a sin, that was to be killed or to be abandoned. Why he did not do any of it is still unknown. His fathers hate is seen clearly in Jharas first name, meaning 'misery' in the old language of the arazealean tribes. His childhood was marked by violence, against his mother and himself. The most important reasons being his fair skin-, eye- and haircolor which gave a great contrast to other inhabitants of the southern realm, who mostly appeared to have darker skin and darker hair along with darker eyecolors. Four years after his birth his sister was born. Jhara liked her although she was clearly his fathers first choice. Nonetheless he tried to be a perfect son, working hard on his familys farmyard. His maintask were the horses, and since his father liked it better if he was outside he spend a lot of time with these animals. Political events never reached his ears. His father did not talk about any of it at home and Jhara never left the farmyard and its surrounding area. The transition of power in Ostian came unnoticed, as well as the massacre that happend just a few hours afterwards in the city and the urban fringe. Later this night the tempels militant elite, commonly known as the masked men, came to the farms, lit up the houses and killed a lot of farmers in cold blood. Jharas family was part of the desaster. He luckily (?) was not at home at the time but saw the smoke from the distance. By returning to the farm it was already too late. Not knowing what to do he hid himself and stayed near the house for a few days before hunger was too strong to ignore. Begging on other farms to get a new place to stay he was send away with insults and prejudice. His only chance was the city, but the way was tough. Desertheat and dangerous animals lurked everywhere. His horse did not make it in the end, which was another blow of fate to aggravate the pain. When he made it, finally, Ostian was not what he expected it to be. The city was dangerous and monitored. Guards were everywhere. Other children and teens on the streets lived in groups, hidden from the guards, Most of them got into fights a lot of times with each other, but also provided some kind of protection. Jhara was not welcomed, since his outer appearance was considered 'too noticeable'. All on his own he survived physical and psychological violence from other teens, passersby and the militia. These experiences significantly shaped his behaviour. Surviving in a world where the stronger one has less problems, where the militia showed violence and aggression without reason and death was nothing uncommon, he developed aggressive behaviour himself. Pickpocketing, stealing and getting into fights became his usual business, as well as the trade of stolen goods. He also learned to hunt for snakes in the swamps und the desert.

14. How did they decide to leave Nehrim? The final decision was made when the war between the realms of Nehrim became unbearable and the harbour was shutting down.

15. Describe their relationship with Sirius. Sirius was the only one who dared to befriend Jhara in Nehrim. Nevertheless the relationship was complicated. Jhara often made fun of him for being 'not even able to pluck a chicken' while Sirius tried to be Jharas good conscience with questionable success.

16. Who do they blame for what happened to their family? It was only because Jhara snuck away that night to spend time with his favorite horse that he survived the mass execution, so he partly blames himself too. What he found when he returned was traumatizing. Strange men with swords made of silversteel and his family screaming in agony and fear, crucified and burning.

17. Apart from stowing away, have they ever broken the law? Too often to count.

18. How honest are they? Under what circumstances would they lie? Jhara is seldomly honest. He's closed off and knows exactly what to say to get what he wants. The only time he is clearly honest is when he's around his horse since horses read body language and not words.

19. Worst memory(s)? Best memory(s)? Best: The image of seablue eyes Worst: Besides seeing his family, his horse, Jespar, Bushybeard and Sirius die and being bitten by a rattlesnake?

20. Fight, or flight? Depends on the rate of success.

21. Describe their combat style. Jhara fights with two swords, a) the Falcata which is perfect for crushing someone's head (it's useful for cutting wood too) and b) a longsword which is perfect for blocking and parrying. He depends strongly on his own reflexes and his quick feet (if a fight does not turn out as it was supposed to). He uses the kiléan bow from horseback. In occasional quarrels he depends on his fists and dirty tricks. Jhara: “Oh deer!” *rips a deerhead from the wall and throws it at the opponent* Jespar: “No deer-jokes as long as I am still here...

22. Have they ever killed before? What is their reaction to combat? He has never killed in Nehrim since all of his actions there were supposed to happen without being seen. In Enderal however, after figuring the whole shit out, combat sometimes gets a bit out of hand. His lack of moral codes makes him a merciless fighter. Sometimes he even thinks about killing as something funny and makes it even more painful for his opponent. If rage takes over the identification of the remains can turn out to get quite difficult.

23. How do they react to having magical abilities? Do they use them? Since magic reminds him of the temple's evil priests and militia he refuses from using it except for occasions when he has to.

24. What do they think of Enderal? He thinks the people are unable to haggle properly, are strangely superstitious and can't make proper bread, but in general he likes his new life there. He instantly fell in love with the landscapes.

25. Did they do the Biggest Egg Hunt Ever quest? Yes. And then he encountered the alchemical features and the poor starling never got his eggs.

26. How do they feel about joining the Order? What do they think of Arantheal? Most of the time he has no feckin' clue how he got himself into this mess. He does not fit in and he doesn't like 99% of the people there, but as it seems he has no other choice and at least the payment is quite nice. („And does someone know where all the silver tablewear vanished to?“) Arantheal counts into the 99% of people he does not like. This is mostly due to the fact that Jhara feels like a dog unleashed from the kennel whenever the calculating, old bastard sends him onto missions. He has a feeling that there is something fishy about him, but can not really tell what it is except for the obvious pride-issue and the I-am-infallible-attitude.

27. What is their opinion of the gods (or lack thereof)? Jhara gives a shit about them and he's not very good at pretending otherwise. Gods never helped anyone.

28. Wine, or pipe? Wine. Peaceweed only via second-hand-inhalation~

29. Do they spare or arrest Hallys, the farmer-turned-bandit in the quest, Deus Ex Machina? Why? Jhara spared him. He was more concerned (and secretly pleased) about the fact that he of all people had to decide his fate.  He even picked the decision without asking Calia what she thought about it. In retrospect he strongly agrees that he picked the right verdict, because a dead or imprisoned farmer plus impoverished family is worse than a few people from the Undercity who “can not show their gratitute” properly.

30. What are their feelings and opinions about the Undercity? Jhara doesn't like the concept at all but he visits the Undercity often enough to make some questionable 'friends' down there. In his opinion change must come from within, but most people are too stupid or too weak to even try, especially those who still believe in the gods. If no one is ready to take risks he's not the one going to push them.

31. How do they react to the beggars of Ark? He usually has conversations with them and tells them some secrets to hear some secrets in return.

32. Where and how do they spend their time when in Ark? Jhara frequently visits the Dancing Nomad and the Marketplace. Since he's pretty vain with his hair and beard he also visits the bathhouse in the Nobles Quarter quite often or pays a visit to the Fat Leoran to listen to Gerril's singing.

33. What would they do with three wishes? a) end the Circle b) keep Jespar safe c) keep Meran safe

34. How do they feel about death? Do they fear it? Death is something that occurs to everyone. Jhara is deeply afraid of it nonetheless. Especially now that he has one guy and a horse to protect.

35. What (else) do they fear? Spiders. He absolutely hates them.

36. Do they have any secrets? Jhara rarely ever sleeps. He dozes off a lot but never truly sleeps deep enough to dream. Most nights he spends outside wandering the city or down in the Dancing Nomad, because he feels caged up in his room.

37. How is their behavior around people they like? People they dislike? Jhara is not an honest person. He often plays his own kind of game, cheating along the way and bending rules to his advantage. He can be very charming, funny and downright sexual, but usually he is relatively quiet. He often appears to be out of reach and egoistic. Therefore he does not do friends that easily. If he doesn't like someone and has no further gain from said person he can be very rude. He also likes to step into peoples personal space to test out if they back away or not. For people he likes however he acts like a fallen guardian angel if necessary. He's very loyal and tries to impress them at any given chance. 38. What is their relationship with the companions? Who, if anyone, did your prophet romance? With Calia it's more friendship or comrades-in-arms, but Jhara lacks the commitment to really make it work. Calia does not understand his sense of humour and he thinks of her moralcode as absurd. All in all it just works because both are very patient with one another. Jhara feels drawn to Jespar like a moth would to a flame. The mercenary provides the risk, the adrenaline and also the honesty Jhara needs in his daily life. There is a lot of not-so-friendly banter going on between them, but everyone who takes just one longer look at them can instantly see the chemistry between them. They are both utter idiots – Jespar being Jespar and Jhara trying to imitate a peacock with all his attempts to woo him.

39. Was there any non-companion character that they were close to? That they particularly disliked? Jhara likes Ulfur Featherdance, the innkeeper, a lot. He's always in it for a few words of wisdom, shuts his eyes to cheating at card games and dices and keeps the key to Jharas room. Other than that Jhara took a liking to Lishari and Firespark, even thought the old man probably doesn't feel the same. He especially adores Andrasta Braveblood for her interesting idea to murder people via paintings (and for her beautiful face). A character he disliked was Rynéus because he just dislikes children (minus his sister).

40. How do they feel about myrads? He's terrified of flying. Cuddling the myrads is fine, as long as he can stay with both feet on the ground.

41. What dreams or ambitions did they have before coming to Enderal? What about afterwards? Before: Surviving. After: Surviving.

42. Do they like cities? Or do they prefer the country? Is there a region of Enderal that they like or dislike more than the others? He loves the sandy dunes, blue glowing stones and exotic fauna in the Powder Desert as well as the near beaches, it's where he and the horse both feel at home. Other than that he likes the Goldenforst and the Farmer's Coast. In general there is no region he really dislikes. It might just be a bit too cold for his liking. He likes to be in Ark too, but nothing beats roaming the wilderness.

43. What do they do to lower their considerable stress? There's nothing better than drinking, ripping somebody off at card games or dices or participating in a good old barfight to get all that frustration out of the system. Or sex. Or listening to Jespar's voice.

44. Describe their perfect day off. He would have a cake with a lot of honey and dates and fresh figs for breakfast, stroll through the streets of Ark later, take a nap in a sunny place somewhere and in the afternoon he would fetch his horse and ride to the beach at the Farmers Coast to take another nap there.

45. List three of their favorite things. Three things they hate? Favorites: the heat, the sea, Jespar's eyes (because they look like the sea) Hates: Endralean bread, dreams, spiders

46. What’s in their pockets? Dates, coins, some jewels, lockpicks, Jespar's letter  (maybe a bit crumpled after all that time), a comb (because he's vain with his hair), a hone, bowstrings, a pan, one or two books, coal to write or tag something, two sets of extra clothes, seashells, two blankets, one or two bags with clean water, an XL-scarf, a few pieces of leather or leatherstripes, a variation of needles, some healing potions

47. Pets? Mounts? Treasured possessions? Jhara owns a horse. This horse is called Meran (the brave one). Everyone at the stables knows Meran, because he is the son of a vatyr. He's a rather big chestnut stallion with four white legs and a white marking from his forehead to his lips. The blacksmith doesn't like him and everyone else doesn't want anything to do with him either. He's unmanageable and a pain in the arse. One can not handle him with kindness, nor with friendship, nor with softness. Then again you can not handle him with dominance or aggression or firmness either. And then there comes this foreign idiot and takes one look at the horse and both fall in love with each other immidiatly. Nonetheless it took some time to establish the rules, because Meran was sure that all humans were idiots and unable to give clear signals and had to learn again to listen carefully. At least around Jhara he became very gentle and loyal like a dog, other humans were still idiots. And for Jhara this horse became his little brother because horses are family and must be cared for accordingly. He spent vast sums of money on the most beautiful crafted horsearmour he could think off and when he found „treasures“ like nice seashells or pearls or small gems they usually ended up stitched somewhere on the tack. And when there was that bandit who had the nerve to hurt Meran... Well, it was interesting to listen to his whining for almost the quarter of an hour after cutting off both his hands, piercing his cheeks and tongue with an arrow and letting him dangle from a tree to attract the attention of wolves.

48. How are their cooking skills? He knows how to produce full roasted flavour while grilling an innocent salmon. Honestly he just eats what he gets, without really appreciating the taste. The only thing he is picky with is the bread (he only knows sand-baked flatbread which is not as sour in taste). He loves everything sweet like honey, dates and other fruits.

49. Do you consider any particular quest or side quest to be definitive for your prophet? Which one(s) and why? Into the deep would be the first one, because it was in the seacavern that the bad gut feeling first started to make itself known more strongly. The second would be A song in the Silence because he was deeply terrified of the father and Rynéus and in fact the whole village. And the third was All the dead souls. Because it happened too fast, and Jespar was an idiot to go in there alone, and Jhara got so, so angry and everything became a blurr and in the end he felt just hollow and his outrage had no effect whatsoever because you can't turn back time by slaughtering the sister.

50. How forgiving are they? For example, if they were yelled at in a brothel after searching high and low for this little sh*t, how would they react? Jhara with a broken heart, a lot of dammed frustration and anger is terrifying as hell. In the conversion itself he's patient as far as his patience goes, but afterwards... let's say there happened to be a few innocent people with broken bones on the way back to the surface.

51. What do they think of the Veiled Woman? He would like to know what exactly she is. Likewise he's annoyed of her constant riddles and sudden actions.

52. If they had been a victim of one of the black stones, how would it have affected them? What would they have used its power to accomplish? I think he would have created a bubble where he has his peace and quiet. And just when he gets terribly bored of all this peace and quiet he would go on a rampage.

53. What was their reaction to the Black Guardian’s revelations? Do they accept or reject his offer? In fact the thought did not really register with him. Being dead or not was suddenly unimportant. He heard the offer and Jhara did not think twice about it. He had to save Jespar, to get him out of this mess, if there was any possibility left, even if that meant destroying the beacon and die in the process for real, despite not knowing for sure if Jespar really was dead or alive. Him maybe being alive was enough to die for.

54. How does their story end? Badly.

55. Do they change over the course of the story? In what ways? He changes in a way he can not comprehend. It goes from being important to being important to someone, and I think that's what made the difference.

56. Anything else you’d like to share about them? Jhara adores tigers. He has heard stories about them in Nehrim and always thought that Jespar looked like one of those big cats when he killed off enemies with the grace of a brabaric dancer, who cut one man's throat and had his eyes fixed already on the next target. When he saw a tiger for real the first time he got nearly killed by it because he was so faszinated.

57. Bonus: For you- what are you most excited for in Forgotten Stories? E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.!!!!!!!

#enderal #sureai #enderal skyrim #prophet #oc #the-r3d-painter

[luninosity]

Starting something new that’s going to be for a “Dark & Stormy Night” themed call for submissions...want to read the beginning? I literally wrote a lot of this just now, so it’s very rough draft writing. :-)

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The night stormed. The dark got darker.

 Safely inside and snug and dry, Dan tossed a grin at the tempest. The rain made long silvery ribbons across his windows in wild cheerful answer. New York City shimmered beyond glass, a watercolor painting of lights and dazzle and color, blurred and gleaming and lovely as a whole kaleidoscope of stories. He’d always loved storms; he got breathless at the crackle of lightning through the air, electric and vivid. Thunder snagged his pulse and tantalized his heartbeat.

 He’d fallen in love with this apartment in part for the windows, too. They stretched upward in glorious towering panes; they offered up the world for his gazing. So many stories. Lots of history in this building. Old bones and new. Turn-of-the-century and renovated tales side by side.

 Stories; and he sighed, left the storm alone, glared at his laptop. Writing. The next novel. Increasingly improbable spy-related thrills. Action and adventure and decently large royalty checks, not earthshattering but more than enough for comfort. His name, Daniel Rose, in shiny silver on book covers. Assuming he could come up with the next plot.

 He pondered whether the spy team could fight a villain with weather-controlling satellite technology. They could have a battle in the rain. On rooftops. Calling and avoiding lightning strikes. Or localized hurricanes. Miniature personal ones.

 The rain decided this was hilarious. Got harder, chattering away.

 His laptop waited, screen unhelpfully blank.

 “Yes, fine,” Dan said to it, “someday soon I’ll replace you, see if I don’t,” and tipped his chair back, balancing on two legs, leaning in the direction of noise and clamor and tumbling sheets of exultant water.

 A knock bounced off his front door. Rattled through the apartment and down his spine. Startled all the rain.

 Dan and his chair nearly fell over, got entangled, separated themselves. Rubbing a knee, he managed to arrive at the door before the second knock.

 He did peek out before opening up. The building kept residents secure, and he wasn’t that famous, but he wasn’t expecting anyone; might as well be sure.

 He blinked. Looked again. Thunder crashed.

 He knew the young man on the other side, for a given value of knew. The young man had, in fact, moved into the building the previous week; they’d progressed to the stage of nodding amiably at each other downstairs. Dan usually flushed pink and forgot how to talk on those occasions, because the young man smiled like sunrise and had soft stylishly wavy brown hair and generally dressed like a rainbow that’d collided with a trendy coffee-shop, all pink belts and blue leather jackets and much-loved boots, and also had a tendency to grin at his mail and his neighbors and the world as if they’d made him personally happy. Dan found this unbearably adorable, and never unearthed any good conversational openings through the clouds of vague rose-hued embarrassment.

 And the young man was currently leaning on his doorframe, wearing plaid pajama pants and an orange long-sleeved shirt that should absolutely not’ve made any fashion sense and, oh god, sock-clad toes peeking out. He tipped his head to one side, and crossed arms, and lounged, evidently comfortable propping up Dan’s door; he might’ve been a slim and cuddly James Dean, a lazy kittenish rock and roll star, a stray bit of celebrity come over to pop pink bubble-gum and experimentally nudge the door with one sock-foot.

 He looked tired, Dan thought, and then wondered why he’d had the thought. Weariness in that posture? In the slump of those shoulders against the doorframe’s support? In the faint lines around pale eyes, the smudges under them like bruises threatening opals? In the glance back down the hall, and a defeated sort of shift of weight?

 He became abruptly aware that he’d been staring creepily through his own peephole for far too long.

 He swore at himself. He yanked the door open. Too fast, too fast and clumsy, though those pretty grey eyes didn’t even flinch—

 “Hey,” said all that insouciance, tossing a brilliant tired smile his way, not moving, “you wouldn’t happen to have any feverfew or curry leaves, that’s the plant not the spice, or at least some cumin or garlic, would you?”

 “What?”

 “It’d be really awesome if you did. I’m kind of out of everything, my fault, I didn’t realize how much I’d need in this building. And I’ve got the universe’s worst headache.”

 “Are…you…cooking something? Come in,” he added belatedly, “I mean, um, I probably have aspirin or something? Somewhere? I think I have garlic. Um. Hi. Seriously please come in. What was that about this building?”

 “Let’s say I said yes to the cooking question. Is that a spice rack? Can I look through it? Oh, wow, that’s totally a picture of you with Tom Sloane, right? Is that from the film premiere of Stone Heart? He’s absolutely a perfect Johnny Stone action hero, with those shoulders. Are those proper steel knives? Can I borrow one?”

 “…what,” Dan said again, helplessly trailing cheerful worn-out excitement into his own kitchen. His young man moved as if even breathing required energy and occasionally paused to rub a temple, wincing, but apparently was one of those people for whom exhaustion transformed into rambling. Either that or some amazing drugs were in play, which was a distinct possibility.

 Somehow he didn’t think so, though. Those eyes were tired, but sharp and focused. Those fingers now investigating his spice rack—he’d barely looked through it, some housewarming gift from his agent, who occasionally tried to get him to be an adult—were swift and steady. “Oh, good, you do have cumin…and rosemary, awesome…dried, but that’s okay, I can work with that…”

 “I do? What did you mean, let’s say yes about the cooking?”

 “You do, and now I do.” Thin graceful fingers paused, holding glass jars; one hip settled against Dan’s kitchen counter, casual and comfortable and completely at home. One eyebrow, forest-brown over glinting frayed grey oceans, tilted at him. “Thanks. I’m Sterling, by the way. And I love your taste in countertops. This one’s really nice. Good support.”

 “Is that a name or an adjective? Oh, just sit down,” he added, because the now-named Sterling had just wobbled slightly and the hand on the countertop wasn’t for show. “Here—”

 He got his visitor steered over to the sofa. Sterling went without protest and flopped down across cushions—he managed to make even near-collapse graceful, in the awkward way of baby colts and first steps—and shut both eyes, nearly dropping spices and a knife on his own foot. Dan, heart in his throat, fumbled around and caught everything. Thunder rumbled. Rain sang.

 He got down on the rug, equally awkward but less charming, and peeked tentatively at his visitor. “Um…are you okay? And also I’m, um, Dan.”

 “Yeah,” Sterling said, and opened one eye and then the other, and grinned at him, “I know. Daniel Rose. Famous. I’ve read all the Johnny Stone novels. Kind of ridiculous, but in a fun way. You had him win a fistfight with a henchman who had actual shark teeth. Which, I mean, I can see how someone could do it, I could, that’s just partial animal transformation, but why?”

  “Partial what—? I know it was ridiculous! It’s not exactly realism! When did you even pick up my knife?”

#dark and stormy night #fic in progress #my fic #original fic #sterling's a witch #if you hadn't guessed

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

Name: Willow (no family name listed as she is an orphan)

Hair color: brown

Hair style: originally her hair is an absolute tangled mess but after she is found by the others it gets brushed out and put into semi-tame pigtails

Eye color: grey

Skin color: undead white

Age: physically shes maybe a month or two older than Klot, technically shes around 68.

Species: vampire (originally feral)

Fang placement: third from the left and right respectively

Lineage: she has no clue just that shes been hiding in the forest near town for the last few centuries being mistaken for a ghost.

Nicknames: little willow, little ghost girl, baby bat, sapling, thumper

Fashion sense: anything that will fit, would probably wear a paper bag if she needed to

Height: due to her almost never getting a proper meal her growth was stunted and shes actually a little bit shorter than Klot.

How she got there:

She was orphaned when she was still in her early to middle double digits and she got dropped off at a nearby orphanage. When that burned down about three years later she was left to her own devices and decided to dig herself a hideout in the woods that used to be either a fox or badger hole but had been abandoned. The main reason she hadn't been found earlier was because she almost never left her hideout because she remembered that mortal grownups were dangerous so she hid whenever she heard or saw anyone coming. But as the years passed the bugs and small animals she survived on started to avoid the general area of her hideout so she had to venture out more often. Eventually she started having to steal things from shops in town and peoples houses while they were sleeping. One dark stormy night when the clouds were so thick you couldn't see a speck of moonlight and wind blew so hard she could hardly control her flight pattern, a combination of a flash of lightning and a stronger gust of wind sent her spiraling through town and into a lamppost, crash-landing her half-starved, unconscious self right into the path of sunshine and her grandpa. Who of course suspecting he had finally caught a vampire picked her up by the scruff (while she was still a bat) and carried her back to their house where he put her in a cage in the basement. And she was stuck like that for a few nights barely moving a muscle and struggling to stay conscious until Polidori (who by now had figured out she was in-fact a vampire) actually began to grow concerned and began prodding her with a twig he found every now and then, to every couple hours, to every hour just to see if she was even breathing (which due to the massive amount of garlic he stored down there came out as more of a wheezy cough). His prodding only had a major reaction once after he put a smaller but still realistic bat dummy in the cage with her while she was sleeping and attempted to take it out again when she was awake, causing her to struggle to her feet and (while holding onto the cage bars) attempt to shield it with her body, face-planting to the floor and giving herself a bloody nose after he closed the cage again. After another week he started questioning what he was doing and if it was right so he decided to let Sunshine attempt to care for her which was a good thing considering she probably would have died otherwise. So Sunshine decided to keep her up in her room on her desk and of course Oskar ended up finding out. (This would be after Oskar eventually explains the whole vampire thing to her only after being prompted by ms.vonwitchblood) After explaining the situation both Oskar and Sunshine make an attempt to nurse her back to health. And over several days of sneaking and shenanigans (and baths in the bathroom sink to get rid of fleas) Willow is up and running again and attempts to fly out the window not realizing its closed, and bounced back to land on her butt and transform back only to reveal to both Sunshine and Oskar that she is an absolute ragamuffin-gremlin-child that is almost certainly feral. So she backs herself up into a corner and curls up into a ball and after about an hour its decided that Oskar should take her over to Stellaluna and Isabella's house for now. After another few weeks and many conferences with the teachers, the count, and Stellaluna its decided that she would continue to live with Stellaluna and Isabella (and technically Buck as well) and go to school with the rest of the little vampires. This is where she meets her new best friend and technically adopted big brother. Eventually She gets dragged into a shopping spree by her new friends/classmates when her adopted moms take them to a netherworld mall (well her adopted moms did the actual shopping, her classmates helped her pick things out) and she ended up with a new outfit (she also talked Buck into getting a new outfit).

Her experience with professor Polidori:

She isn't really sure what to think of him at all, she still has the bat dummy he put in her cage. Her new family, friends and teachers are hoping that she actually managed to change his mind about vampires.

Her experience with her peers:

She gets along great with everyone despite being a shy, feral little bat with next to no contact with anyone else. She and Buck basically become like Klot and Ashley where they are rarely ever separated but she is also pretty close to Oskar, Klot and Ashley. And Gothetta (much like how she is with Klot) decided to be the mom-friend. Since they are the youngest Willow and Klot tend to play together a lot whenever none of the others can/want to, and they also tend to team up on their teachers whenever either one or both of them want something (sure the count can turn down one set of "pouty bat eyes" but can he turn down both at the same time? I doubt it). Stoker did try to steal one of her blood-cookies once, he did not try a second time since she nearly bit his fingers as a knee-jerk reaction from having to defend her food from raccoons. Sometimes the others joke that she is the rabid vampire that polidori is always going on about but she doesn't care because its funny and it may or may not be partially true. Belladonna eventually gains her trust and befriends her through giving her cookies. She and Buck like Sunshines rebellious and mischievous side, mostly because she finds it funny.

Her home and school life:

She is very curious and tends to get in to things so her adopted moms and brother have to keep an eye on her so she doesn't accidentally mess up a potion or something. She likes it when all of her friends come over and they can all play and go on fun trips. She is a bit shy whenever Ludwig comes to visit but she likes listening to him play music and tell stories and she is getting used to him. She occasionally steals Buck's old/original hat (which is comedically big on her) which he finds hilarious since it droops over her eyes. She (understandably) has lower grades than everyone else but due to her situation prior to her discovery, she has been given a pass until she can actually catch up, and Belladonna has been tutoring her whenever her great uncle visits the castle and she comes with. While she was still getting used to being around other people she would occasionally take off to her hideout but eventually she showed the others where it is and while she did leave some things there in case of an emergency she took most of her stuff to her new home. Her hideout is actually somewhat reminiscent of a hobbit hole; sturdy, dry and a decent temperature but she had a pile of dry leaves, hay and anything made of fabric she could scavenge from town as a bed. She keeps the bat dummy in her coffin next to the teddy bat she got at the mall and her waist scarf which she has had as long as she can remember.

Her personality and behaviors:

She is very sweet but she is still pretty shy and almost definitely still a bit feral (much like buck who is still a bit of a stray). She is definitely a bit more cautious while out in the town than she is in the forest but then again she knows where all the danger is in the forest. Due to her still being a bit feral she doesn't usually eat around others, the most she will do is grab her plate and eat in the corner and she doesn't let anyone touch her food once she has it but she is getting a bit better at being less food-territorial. She also tends to keep anything of relative value she finds on the ground while she is in town so she has a few small collections of things that people lost or left behind, Buck occasionally helps with this since they share a room and they keep their horde in their closet. She does not like storms so whenever theres a bad one she will either hide in the corner the farthest away from all the windows and any doors that lead outside or go curl up with either of her adopted moms or if that fails her adopted brother, if all else fails she will go curl up the dragon. She is very curious so she is always asking questions which occasionally do not have answers. Only Lenny and Buck know this but she can unhinge her jaw like a snake, Buck thinks its cool, Lenny finds it mildly intimidating. She has a habit that pretty much everyone has noticed, whenever she is concerned about something where ever she is she will start doing the thing that rabbits do when they are trying to warn eachother of oncoming danger (basically thumping her foot on the ground repeatedly at high speeds) do call attention to it, which she picked up from observing the rabbits in the forest along with learning to run and jump like them on all fours incase she gets knocked to the ground. When it comes to blood she tends to either go after larger animals in the woods or follow her "adopted mom's" lead, she never bothers the rabbits because they taught her a lot of what she used to survive and earned her respect and protection.

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Any more HCs for Lucifer!Kara?

Brace yourself, I got way too carried away again ^^;;

Regarding his role in maintaining his church in the mortal realm in particular,He follows a tight schedule of mercilessly flinging his sinful brothers out of his house umpteen times a week.

He teaches classes in how to effectively destroy people should they interfere with the written code or just be an ass in general - since magic plays a part, he gets away with being able to perform some devil magic in front of his students by saying he’s a really really really good magician/medium lmaoOso is usually the test dummy.

He still wears all the leather and sparkles but it’s all faux and not tested on animals.

He thinks Goth fashion is wonderful, amused at the idea of humans embracing their inner demon. He soon starts adding a little bit of that influence into his own wardrobe, and positively beams when his followers say he looks “rad” and “metal as hell”. He doesn’t know what that means but it sounds pretty positive.

On stormy/cold winter nights he opens his doors to the homeless, stray animals and cast-off children and adolescents and gives them somewhere warm and safe to sleep, feeding them and cleaning them up.

When worried parishioners and priests of other faiths kick down the door and insist that Kara is a hell demon running a satanic cult that endorses all the evil parts of the Bible, he likes to play around with them. “Who, me? Why Father, I am but a humble servant in the eyes of your God” while presenting himself as foul and unholy monsters (a new one each time) that only the close-minded parishioners can see. It’s great fun watching them try to convince passersby and the police that the terribly average looking fellow feeding a stray dog in the doorway to an old building is Satan himself. (But that’s our secret).

To him, children are precious and are not to be swayed or influenced until they approach him with open-mindedness and intent to learn. He performs very down to earth magic tricks for them (be they the children of his followers or curious schoolkids) and tells them harmless scary stories with very exciting special effects.

He is guilty of torturing the wicked and criminals by earth law, especially pedophiles, rapists and men who abuse women and children. In his eyes, to live in a tiny room free of pain or to be granted the release of death is too generous for such evil, and he seeks to even the score. Justice is a fairy human concept but he appreciates why they’d enforce such a thing. He hopes his students never find out about the dungeon below the church floor.

People who call him painful get one of his poems stamped into their skin and it burns like hell for about a week.

He doesn’t deserve animals. There was a time seized puppies from breeding farms were taken to shelters to be destroyed. Alarmed, he took them in so that they could be rehomed later, and around 90 puppies slept on the church floor that night. He accepted no visitors, for anyone who woke the puppies would die a slow and painful death. One death for every puppy that was disturbed.

Halloween is his favourite. During his first year on earth he was introduced to the concept of celebrating the dead, the unholy, the spooky and the scary and he was just ecstatic about it. A chance to indulge in the wicked out in the open and no one suspects a thing; also for a whole day he can walk around with his horns/wings/tail out. He’s now known for throwing the best Halloween parties with the most thrilling games and jokes.

Jyushi is the only one of the brothers who behaves himself whenever they all visit, so Kara often invites him to stay and help him out around the place. Sometimes Ichi can be tamed by all the stray cats that frequent the church grounds and Totty just sits around waiting for someone good-looking or rich enough to corrupt, but 9/10 times there is usually chaos.

TFW your students can’t see/don’t know you have brothers so you have to keep your cool while they’re screwing around during rituals until you can torture them later when everyone’s gone.

He was curious enough to drop in during a Catholic sermon once, positively cringing when he saw the flavourless crusty bread being offered up to people. He serves up chocolate cake to his followers and visitors now.

If the schedule allows for it, he often offers up the building as a meeting place for charity organisations when they host events, particularly for helping the homeless, raising awareness and prevention for abuse in humans/animals and equality marches. Sometimes they even join in, because who doesn’t want dream of a happier mortality? Jyushi brings the chocolate cake for everyone.

“My darling students! Today is the day you become the doting master, and I your enlightened pupil. What is a Meme?”

(Learning about memes was a mistake, Oso got a hold of them and keeps carving Pepes into the ceiling and screaming WE DEM BOYS during High Mass.)

He offers lots and lots of services for the local community - particularly for members of his church. Mothers who are late for work and couldn’t find a babysitter in time are welcome to leave their children in his care (Jyushi is a big hit with them), prople who have hit rock bottom and don’t know where to turn often confide in him. Those he helps often offer donations to the cause as thanks for his support, but he never takes from those he knows are or might be in financial trouble.

One day Jyushi came home and asked Kara to play baseball with him. Kara hadn’t the faintest idea what that was, so Jyushi told him about how he’d spent time exploring the city and learned a lot about human social culture and the games they play. Baseball wuickly became his favourite. They played a little catch until Kara got the gist, slowly moving to a full blown baseball match.Considering it a success, they now take days off from the church to mingle with humans and learn a little more about their every day. Kara’s current record for longest time spent in a clothes shop is 6 hours.

He doesn’t understand why alcohol is called “the Devil’s Nectar”. It’s absolutely disgusting and he wants no part of it. Coffee however, oh boy, now you’re talking.

Overview:Given that the LV image of Satan is that of enlightenment, Kara is rarely vengeful and judgemental unless something evil has taken place, which then triggers him to cleanse the world of such unredeemable filth. He himself seeks to learn and drives his teachings toward acceptance of all things, prioritising the pursuit of happiness so long as no harm or ill-treatment comes to others in the process. Sometimes his devil side shows through, like the enjoyment he gets out of strangling his brothers when they get to close to his beloved students, how he looks forward to a do-gooder parishioner appearing at his door just so he can scare them with a new monster mask he has lying around for the occasion, the power and relief he feels from destroying criminals and ridding the world of their treachery, but overall he takes pride in his work guiding others through their darkest hours and promoting valuable pursuits.

#I fell asleep after I uploaded the picture last night because it was 1am - sorry about that lmao #I'm in too deep with this concept aren't I? #honestly tho LV Satanism is so relevant and interesting #dragon.mailroom #osomatsu san #karamatsu #matsuno #satanism #religion #au #headcanons #concept #osomatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu