#i know peahens make the nest

[astaroth1357]

For your consideration:

Lucifer and Mammon display nesting behaviors.

If MC takes a nap around the House, they'll wake up surrounded by a mound of blankets, pillows, and various random shirts and jackets from their closest.

They think, "Oh MC might get cold, I'll go get them a blanket." ... then another, and another, and another, and...

Then their bird-brains forget even doing it until MC wakes up or they need their clothes to go out somewhere.

Belphie has woken up in similar fabric piles before and it weirds him out that they keep doing that

#i know peahens make the nest #but when have i let biological stop me? #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me crack #obey me nightbringer #omnb

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Breakout: Part six||

Hi there everyone once more, Peahen here with the next chapter with the mini breakout series in some way. I hope you guys will like this one but it will involve two new couples.

||Drabble Summary||

After the failed escaped breakout, it seems Ren and Chuya were going to stay. However, in another section it seems two more was trying to get out. However, the wardens Kuya and Quincy were watching over the two prisoners Shinryu and Adrian. It seems Kuya beaten the naughty puppy prisoner Shinryu. Now it was Quincy's turn. Will Adrian beat him or will he win? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Will have heavy rough NSFW in this drabble

~Teasing/flirting is present

~Swearing is present

{{Guests in this drabble)}

Kuya and Quincy belongs/from the mobile game NU Carnival but also to my friend and rp partner @ask-the-monster-nest

Shinryu Hyabusa Akumushi (oc) and Adrian(Alucard) belongs to the anime series Castlevania but also to me since I rp as him as a muse.

((Note: This drabble will have mistakes and grammar mistakes but as I always say, this is written for fun. With that I hope you like it and enjoy the drabble. So we are going with the next couple: Quincy and Adrian. Please enjoy.))

It seems word was spreading around resulting in the few prisoners trying to get out of here. So far, a few has failed to get out and remains trapped. Now it seems another was trying to get out but avoiding the warden in this section.

'Seriously, he's not giving up. Even if he tends to rest through most of the shifts, he seems to really wanna catch me this time.' Adrian or Alucard most of the prisoners call him was hiding somewhere but making sure the warden didn't see him.

Quincy was the warden of this place looking around to try finding Adrian who slipped past him. He had to be around somewhere but he was pretty quick. He was trying to find him but no luck to look in another area.

Adrian saw him leaving that he quickly goes to find another place to hide. However, as he was making a turn, he felt someone grab his shirt and arm.

"Found you." Quincy caught him but Adrian struggles to quickly flip and jump over him to try running off. However, Quincy follows after him down the hallway. However, he looks to see him rush down or through the door to see him trapped in a room. Quincy quickly grabs him again to pin him against the wall.

Adrian was wincing from the hold of the warden as he tries to get him away but couldn't. "Oh no, your not going anywhere this time. You really think you can get away from me?" he looks to Adrian but he only looks at him while chuckling.

"No...but knowing you you're always on your toes aren't you?" he teased but Quincy only looks at him but sees Adrian just look up to him silent.

"What? Did I strike a nerve?" he asked but Quincy held his chin to lift his head up but Adrian only smiled looking up at him. He always liked teasing this man but it was exciting to see what he might do. Though, he got his answer when feeling him press up against him but he looks to him again. The two had a silent expression on their faces but as Quincy was about to speak, Adrian suddenly leans in to kiss his lips.

His eyes widen a bit but sees him hold it before he breaks the kiss. Adrian smiled to look at him but he licked his lips that made the warden silent. "You sneaky-"

"Awwwww, I'm just having a small taste. I won't bite too much....I don't even know your name yet and you already got me excited." He teased but Quincy keeps him pressed more that Adrian looks.

"What? Are you getting all shy with m-" His words got stopped by a sudden kiss. He blushes from the kiss and yet he looks feeling his hands touching his chin to keep him close. In a moment he breaks the kiss panting.

"Tease.." He whispered but Adrian purrs to wink.

"If I'm a tease then do something about it.." he said to see the warden blush again to lean in and kiss him deeply while they were making out.

~~~~~~~~~

"Ahhh f..fuck, your rough!" Adrian groans feeling Quincy thrusting into him deep but he only gets kissed on the neck, feeling him bucking up into him deeper and deeper. He was hard and already excited to keep him trapped.

"That's because I'm trying to punish you for being a tease. You should know that." He always teases or messes with him during his patrol but he was going to make him see today. He snaps his hips up, hearing Adrian cry out in pleasure feeling his hole getting stuffed. He seriously was a brute but he loved being treated this rough.

"Ahhhh ahhhhhh g.good..fuck your really good~" He moans trying to buck his hips down but Quincy kept making him bounce more and more on his lap.

He was panting still thrusting into him more that he groans loving how tight Adrian was getting. Even if he's been watching him from the start of his arrival in his prison, he's always been a interesting one. He keeps bucking his hips down but more of those weak moans slips past his lips.

He leans in kissing and biting his shoulder, hearing a hiss from Adrian but that changed into a moan feeling him pounding away that his hands tighten around his waist. He seriously felt way too good and he couldn't stop if he wanted to.

"Haaaa you need to get tighter. I can't make you lose it if your not tight." He orders smacking his rear that Adrian yelps, doing as he said. Hissing loudly from the monster of a dick pushing inside. He already came a little but he still hungers for more. He looks down at the floor moaning out worse but he only goes stronger and stronger. He was strong enough to lift him off his feet a bit that Adrian claws the wall.

"Come o..on you big b.brute. I thought you wanted m..me to be lost into pleasure. W..were you just saying that?" he panted out dazed but feels him tightening that he cries out again. It felt too good again but he was slamming his hips down trying to get Quincy to go worse on him.

"Hmmm if you want more..then ask properly. I want you to beg for more or I'm not doing it." He said but Adrian shivers in the tone even if this man was something else, he was a tease. Feeling weak, Adrian moans to look at him.

"I want more...I want you to destroy me. Make m..me cum all over the wall till you fill me up. Please? I want you to...." He begs but Quincy panted still thrusting up to go harder as he cries out. He claws his back a little but Quincy groans out with a hiss in pleasure still thrusting into him.

"It's a good start but we will work on it. I'll be sure your begging for it.." he said still thrusting more but he knew Adrian wouldn't be running away for a long time. And honestly? Adrian didn't seem to mind that even if he was moaning out to this warden to what he was going to be dazed for a bit.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #The Breakout: part six #adrian(alucard) #quincy #the monster fantasy books #peahen writer

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Did you notice other animal similarities in bros? Honestly it's good to see something non human in them, it sad, that game often write them more human, than demons

Love ranting about it

Other than Mammon, Beel and Lucifer I haven't noticed others but I googled 'em up and here we go:

1. Lucifer - Peacocks

• Peacocks are aggressive, "proud" and territorial and if that isn't Lucifer I don't know what else is

• "Peafowl, and peacocks especially, are known to be aggressive, fiercely territorial birds."

• "Peahens who have laid eggs will attack anyone who gets too close to their nest" (was this not Lucifer in S1 while MC was going around making pacts with his kids/brothers)

2. Mammon - Crows

• Mammon and Crow Behaviour link

3. Levi - Sea Serpent*

* So I'm pretty sure Levi's animal is actually a sea serpent, specially because The Leviathan is a sea serpant but you can't really find sea serpent behaviour or descriptions so other than Levi's demon marks being scales there isn't anything. So I'm going with "sea snakes" instead

• "Sea snakes are generally reluctant to bite, and are usually considered to be mild-tempered"

• "On land, their movements become very erratic. They crawl awkwardly in these situations and can become quite aggressive" (just Levi being awkward outside of his comfort zone and how he can become loud and pissed off at times when that happens)

4. Satan - Unicorns

• Satan and Unicorn Behaviour link

5. Asmo - Scorpions

There was no similarities at all so fuck it here's some cool headcanons:

• "scorpions fluoresce under ultraviolet light"

• "They can move rapidly along surfaces at any angle, even upside down."

• "possess venoms capable of killing people"

6. Beel - Flies

• Beel and Fly Behaviour link

7. Belphie - Cows

• "introducing new animals into the herd, can increase aggressiveness in the herd." (*cough*introducing mc*cough*)

• "Cows are naturally curious animals, and may follow you around if they think you look interesting."

• "A curious or friendly cow may slowly meander towards you and follow you around like a shadow"

• "It takes some time for cows to bond with humans, but once they trust you they will allow you to pet them and scratch their ears and head."

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Apparently the creator wanted to make the brothers' demon forms more animalistic/demonic but thought it would take away from the "romantic otome game" aspect and lean too much into the "fantasy" side. They clearly underestimated how many people are actually monster fuckers

And because I'm shameless with my self-promotion

Chasing Stars

Crow-demon! Mammom x unnamed gn! MC first meeting/"om! prequel" fic

#asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date? obey me! #obey me! #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #om! lucifer #om! levi #om! leviathan #om! asmo #om! asmodeus #om! beel #om! beelzebub #om! belphie #om! belphegor #om! mammon #om! satan

[aethelar]

This is a love story. Not the usual sort; it doesn’t end when they marry, and it doesn’t end when they divorce, and the they of it isn’t really important. What’s important is the he.

His name is Newt Scamander. He’s born small, loud, with wisps of curly hair that will darken to red-blonde when he’s older. He has an older brother who loves him, a mother who loves the idea of him, and a father who dotes on him when he remembers. It’s not a bad start.

Later, he gains a nanny. He calls her Ayah at first because that’s what his mother called her, but he learns, soon enough, that her name is Bhudi and she smiles when he uses it. He learns a lot from her, picking up new names and new words and new knowledge until his mother scolds him for the foreign accent that’s invading his speech.

They are in India. It’s 1902. His father works for the British Ministry and his mother ships exotic creatures back to England to grace the menageries of the rich and Bhudi shows him a feather and teaches him about the bird it came from. She speaks in Marathi because the Lady Scamander doesn’t like Newt learning English from her, and, privately, she thinks that if the Lady Scamander wants her son to speak like his parents then perhaps his parents should speak to him so he can learn.

At breakfast, Newt stumbles through asking Theseus to pass the dudha instead of the milk, and his father shakes his head and calls him cute. His mother purses her lips. She commands Newt to follow her that day, and the next, and for the rest of the week he trails her heels as she judges how many peacocks she can convince the Lord Malfoy to buy. They aren’t even magical, but they’re pretty, and because of this they are valuable.

Newt frowns at the little brown peahen that’s pecking at the dirt and has no pretty feathers to make her worth anything, and thinks they should be valuable anyway.

His mother finds she likes the idea of Newt trailing her more than the reality, much like she liked the idea of a pair of sons more than the time it took to raise them. He asks too many questions, he calls things by the wrong names, he has too many stories that distract her from her work. She gives him books instead, worthy and important books to improve his English, and a month later Newt sits at the breakfast table and recounts to Theseus how he’d rescued an “exhausted and dispirited monkey” from a rope snare trap.

“Exhausted and dispirited?” His father repeats, laughing. “Did you hear that, Theseus - your brother’s a scholar in the making!”

Newt doesn’t speak for the rest of the meal. He asks Bhudi what he did wrong, and she tells him that people who set traps for monkeys don’t understand why it’s important that they’re set free.

“But why?” Newt asks.

“If you love the monkey’s coat then you want it always in reach,” she says. “If you love the monkey, then you wait for it to come to you.”

“If I were a monkey,” Newt says, “I would rather be an ugly one with a coat no one liked. Then no one would trap me and ship me off to England, and I could stay here forever with you.”

Bhudi laughs and kisses his forehead, but when Newt is ten he has to leave her behind anyway.

He resents England, when he arrives. It’s cold, and the houses are too close and too dark. There are no peacocks, with grand feathered tails or otherwise. There are no monkeys. His grandmothers speak with accents he can’t understand, heavy with Gaelic undertones that his mother sniffs at and asks the children not to copy. But if he cannot talk to them, and his parents are busy, and Theseus is at boarding school, and Bhudi is in India - then who does Newt have left?

“Namaskar,” he says cautiously to the hippogriffs. “Hello. Um, Ha - halo?” The Gaelic is awkward in his mouth, copied from a greeting he wasn’t supposed to learn, and he ducks in his head in shame because he thinks he got it wrong.

The hippogriff huffs, and when he looks up, it’s ducked it’s head back in mimicry. It almost looks like it’s bowing. And when the next hippogriff comes up, curious, Newt bows again - and the hippogriff blinks in startled thought and then slowly, ponderously, bows back.

“Oh,” Newt says. It’s a new language. Not Marathi, not English, not Gaelic. Well, ok then. He can learn.

And he does. His mother calls the hippogriffs vicious beasts, best handled by experts, suited more to the war that’s brewing than to anything else. Their value, she tells him, is in their strength, their hooked beaks and their curving, deadly talons.

Newt bows and smiles with his mouth closed and straightens the feathers between their wing bones and curls up amongst their foals in the spring, and he tells them, “I’d think you were valuable even if you never fought in a war. I can’t imagine you’d want to. I don’t think you should have to.”

When he’s eleven, he goes to Hogwarts. When he comes back, the hippogriffs are gone, and new ones have taken their place. “These sorts of beasts aren’t pets,” his mother dismisses when he asks. “They’re property.”

And at school: “They’re dangerous.”

And when he’s expelled: “They’re illegal.”

And when he’s gone to war himself, too young, too scared, too short of other options because Theseus went to war and if Newt doesn’t follow him he has to go back home but home is in India with a woman who was more of a mother to him than the one he’s got - when he’s gone to war: “They’re weapons.”

He looks at the dragons and he rubs what poultices he can make into the scars that litter their sides, and he says, “I don’t love you for your fire. I’d wish you didn’t have it, except it’s yours, and if I love you for you then I should love your fire as well. I just wish people wouldn’t keep using you because of it.”

The dragons croon, low, gentle rumbles that they’d use to soothe a frightened hatchling. They bend their necks around him and quietly despair at the way his lack of scales leaves him vulnerable, and when he cries, they hold their wings out over him to shield him from the world.

“You aren’t weapons,” he tells them. “You’re dragons. War is not where dragons live.”

It’s not. War is where dragons die.

When peace is called, Theseus goes back to England, a hero, a leader, a different man than the one who first joined the fight. Newt goes to India, a runaway, expelled and disgraced and the same little boy he always was, loving the birds in the trees even if all he can see of them is the feathers they leave behind.

He doesn’t make it to India. He finds a niffler on the way, and then a bowtruckle; he finds a demiguise and an occamy nest and a nundu.

He calls the nundu Adelaide. She eats scones with clotted cream and jam. She learns his gestures and mimics them back to him, and she takes up all his sofa because she’s not a kitten any more. When Newt publishes a book about the creatures he’s found, someone edits her entry without asking him, and the rest of the wizarding world believe she’s a monster.

Later, he finds a little girl who’s so afraid of her magic it kills her. He finds a thunderbird, kept in chains and forced to bring rain to a patch of desert that should never have been settled to begin with. He takes the thunderbird home and on the way he finds an auror who was fired for doing the right thing, and her sister who’s chosen to wait tables because people are scared of the secrets she hears.

“Pickett,” he says in frustration, “I love you, and because I love you, I’m telling you that you’ll be happier in a tree. Because you’re a bowtruckle. You belong in trees.”

Pickett blows him a raspberry and continues arranging his curls until they look like a crown of flowers in the sun.

Newt calls him an impossible creature, and dutifully passes up a clip so Pickett can fix his work in place.

When he marries, he’s distracted. He’s known all his life what love is, and he knows that if you love something, it’s a careful balancing act. Addie wants to roam, but she always comes home in the end; Pickett wants to stay, and he cries if he’s left behind. Frank wanted to fly with his wings stretched out and his feet never touching the ground, and Dougal wants never to take his medicine again.

It’s difficult, persuading a demiguise to take his pills when he can see the future coming.

Some of these, he can give them. Some of these, because he loves them, he can’t. He says goodbye to Frank. He bargains a compromise with Pickett that won’t put the bowtruckle’s health at risk. He slips Dougal’s medicines into his food and forces himself not to react until at least an hour after they’ve been eaten. He cries when Addie calls for him, and he cries again after a week when she’s settled enough in her new home to stop.

“I miss her,” he admits to Bhudi, one afternoon in May when the jarul are flowering and he finally made it to India. “I checked on her, and she’s doing so well - I think she’s going to have cubs soon. But I miss her.”

“You love her,” Bhudi says, worn and wrinkled and beautiful. “It’s hard to let go of those we love, even if we have no choice. We think it should be enough to know that they’re happy, but sometimes we’re selfish, and that’s ok.” She smiles, and teases, “It’s nice when they come to visit, at least.”

“You were hard to find,” Newt defends. “I’m getting married tomorrow. Do you want to come?”

Bhudi laughs, and tells him to stop worrying about old women when he has something so important waiting in England.

“America,” Newt corrects. “And one thing being important doesn’t make anything else any less so.”

It’s still on his mind when he marries. In his vows, he promises to value this one person above everything else, to put them first, to love them before all others - and it sits wrong. He feels like he’s lying. How can he love one person more than all the dragons that died, more than the niffler that started his journey round the world, more than the monkey he once released from a rope snare trap? He knows so many languages now, even if some of them he lacks the tails to speak, but he doesn’t know how to explain the words that stick inside his throat.

“Newt,” they say, he says, she says, it doesn’t really matter who they are. “I know you. I know who I married. I love you, and you love me, and that’s enough.”

Is it? Because there’s a world, such a big world, with so many creatures and so many people and all of them are so deserving of love but Newt is just one person and how can he save them all how can he make people see how can he ever be enough -

He has a son. Galton Scamander. In time he has a grandson, Rolf Scamander, and in time after that two great grandsons, Lorcan and Lysander Scamander.

Addie has a son as well, and two daughters. They don’t have names - not that Newt can pronounce. They hang back warily but Addie prowls forwards and butts her head against his chest, and she still knows the gestures he taught her and the gesture she uses for him is the same as she taught her cubs to use for her.

The niffler has more children than he can keep up with. She dies, in the end, because she is small and nifflers don’t live that long, but she passed her thieving ways on to her children and Newt’s sugar spoons are never safe.

Pickett doesn’t die. His life is tied to his tree. Newt tried so hard to make him bond to an oak, a great sweeping elm that would live for centuries, even a yew that would grow and keep on growing - but Pickett is bound to the tree he chose because Newt would be sad without him and Pickett would rather he not be.

There are no hard words when Newt divorces. Only an apology and an acceptance and a thank you for twenty seven years, and if both of them cry they do it in separate rooms on separate siblings’ shoulders. It is enough, sometimes, to have twenty seven years of happiness and leave it there.

Newt doesn’t cry at Bhudi’s funeral. He wasn’t there, he didn’t know; but when he next goes to visit he is taken to the place her ashes were released, and her daughter hovers awkwardly and decides to leave him to it, and Newt walks until he finds a feather on the ground and tells it in his first language that he doesn’t know what he’s doing and he misses her and he’s trying so hard but he can’t -

He hears a monkey calling out in the darkness, and he stops. He breathes. Pickett crawls up to his shoulder and starts fussing with his hair. When he starts talking again, he tells her about the next book he’s writing, the dragon sanctuaries that are going to open soon, the changes he’s made to the way creatures are taught about at Hogwarts. He tells her about a friend of his who’s just retired from running a bakery, and his son who’s learnt to fly and gives Newt a heart attack every time he goes up on a broom. He tells her about the sunset he saw and the trees he found and the tracks in the forest that belong to something new. He tells her about the world, and everything he loves about it, until he runs out of voice and he tells her everything by saying nothing at all.

In 1997 when he is a hundred years old a boy called Harry Potter breaks out of Gringotts riding the back of a dragon. It’s a Ukranian Ironbelly, scarred from the war, and when it finds Newt it croons, low, gentle rumbles like it’d use to soothe a frightened hatchling.

He is old, now, and he doesn’t run around the world fighting battles for the creatures he loves. But the dragon - his dragon - he digs in his heels and he digs in his cane and he fights until she’s free, because he loves her, because he thought she was dead, because she is old like he is and she failed to guard a vault so she is of little value to the goblins but she’s worth so much more to him.

“She has to live in a sanctuary,” they caution him. “Dragons are too dangerous to be allowed to run wild.”

“And yet people can go where they please,” he retorts, run down and tired and still not ready to stop. But he is no longer naive enough to believe that a dragon without fire is safe from those who would use it; the sanctuary is as much for the dragon’s protection as for anyone else’s.

He takes a month to sort things out. He lives in the old house in Scotland, where his grandmothers used to teach him Gaelic on the sly and make him promise not to let his mother know. There are hippogriffs, and kelpies, and an ever growing hoard of nifflers - he makes arrangements for them all, as best he can.

In the autumn, he packs his life into a beaten up old suitcase, tells Pickett to hold on tight, and apparates to the sanctuary. The dragon lifts her wing and drapes it over him, and Newt rubs poultices into her old scars, and in the evenings the dragon keepers gather round the fires with mugs of whiskey-spiked tea and Newt teaches them how to identify birds from the feathers they leave.

He meets Lorcan and Lysander there, in the sanctuary. They are small, like he was once small, and they will grow to be curious, like he still is. Their mother believes in creatures she cannot see and loves them from the clues she finds, and Newt smiles and asks her name four times and doesn’t remember it and when she goes he looks at the cork necklace in bemusement and wonders why it seems important.

He dies in the spring. There are no jarul flowers, because he is not in India, but there are primrose, and crocus, and blue forget-me-nots - and between them tiny speedwells, close to the ground and small and easy to miss but no less valuable for it.

He leaves behind a dragon on the side of a mountain who can stretch her wings and fly, and a nundu on the open plains who can roam with her pride in tow. He leaves occamies and kelpies and demiguises and nifflers, he leaves the knowledge that hippogriffs bow to say hello and thunderbirds should never be forced to stay on the ground. He leaves children and grandchildren and great grandchildren, he leaves generations of students who are taught what it means to love something, he leaves a world that is still struggling and still in need of so much more - but that is, in a thousand tiny ways, so much brighter than it would have been without him.

He doesn’t leave Pickett. He is Pickett’s tree. Pickett will follow him wherever he goes, because without Pickett he will be sad, and Pickett loves him too much to allow it.

They bury him at the sanctuary, his ashes safe beneath the rock he used to lean his cane against, and the dragon keepers take up the job of rubbing poultices into the Ironbelly’s old scars. At his funeral they call him a hero and a fighter and a good man, and his brother wheels his way to the front and calls him an idiot boy who got expelled for caring too much and never learnt to stop.

A year after he died, a special edition of his first book is released. It lists the creatures he’d found up until that point in his life, and his notes about what he’d learnt - though the book is prefaced with a caution from his grandson that some of the information was now out of date, and that Newt’s later books refined and corrected a lot of his thoughts. Still, though, there’s something beautiful about the book, raw and unpolished, with no ministry classifications, and illustrations that are at times more enthusiastic than precise. The side notes give a glimpse into the life of the man who wrote it, cautions about nifflers and their attraction to cufflinks, and a winding diatribe on the frustrations of moulting season when the entire nest of occamies have taken residence in your bed.

Between the nifflers and the occamies there’s an entry for nundus. It remarks that they have no concept of how large they grow, that they believe themselves to be lapcats despite being significantly heavier than the owner of the lap in question, and worries that their fondness for scones and jam will do bad things to their teeth. The entry comes with a postscript saying that in the original printed version the ministry had decided nundus were too lethal to be so carelessly written of, and had replaced Newt’s text with one they felt more accurately represented the threat of so large and dangerous a beast.

“Dangerous?” the newest generation of magizoologists said, setting up habitats, warding off breeding grounds, relocating people to places they won’t disturb the latest litter of cubs. “Well, yes. It doesn’t make them any less worthy of being loved.”

#newt scamander #pickett #addie the nundu #i got some bad news today #writing this helped #long post #my writing

[irrevocably-delicious]

Hey what’s up, that HTTYD 3 poster got me fucked up

So this official poster has been released for How To Train Your Dragon 3 and it has left me with... opinions. 

My first initial reaction was excitement! Oh hell yeah HTTYD 3 is coming out! I adored the first two! But then i saw...

SIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHH I knew immediately that this was most likely a female night fury and fuck yeah shit fuck it is which is so disappointing. I could write a huge essay on how female characters are portrayed in media. I could write a massive blog about smurfette syndrome and how female characters are always just a pink, soft version of their male counterparts, or how female animal or anthro characters still have to fall into society’s beauty standards so we do crazy things like give ducks tits or large eyelashes. 

I COULD talk about why these things occur, and how this is a worrying reflection of how society views human females, that males are the default and females are the other... but I’m not going to do that TODAY.

Hi my name is India and not only do I have an animation degree, but I also have a degree in animal and veterinary science.

This design doesn’t just insult me as an animator. This design insults me as a scientist. 

Let’s begin. 

So if you asked me to design a female night fury for the poster, this is what I would have come up with:

Because from a superficial perspective? I would not expect that there would be an obvious difference between males and females. Night fury’s obviously take a lot of design influence from axolotls, who you can only sex by examining their cloacas. Many species of lizards must also have their sexual organs examined for reliable sexing, because colour and size variation in many species are not a reliable way to tell the difference between males and females. 

Someone paint this girl’s nails pink! Otherwise HOW WILL I KNOW?

But I digress that sexual dimorphism exists, and from an animation perspective, you need variation in the character design so people can tell your characters apart. Kids need to want BOTH toys goddamit.

Sexual dimorphism is most obvious and famous in many bird species. In birds of prey, particularly your fast birds of prey such as raptors, your females will be much larger than males. Colour variation in birds (and some reptiles) also occurs. But it is the MALE that is the most colourful and “beautiful” in order to attract their mate. Females are often shades of grey/brown and definitely not a colour that would make them an easy target in their environment.

The female peahen is a basic bitch.

So keeping these size variations and natural colour variations in mind, here’s another suggestion I might offer:

She’s larger! She’s a different colour! Toothless is the sleek, deep black almost blue colour, while she is more in that grey/brown area. I can totally tell the difference.

“But India!” I hear your protests. “Why can’t she be white?! You can have dramatically different coloured male and females in the natural world. Have you heard of eclectus parrots?”

And I would say “Yes! Yes I obviously fucking have! Of course I have heard of the eclectus parrots, who when they were first discovered, people thought they were two different species and kept wondering why they weren’t breeding when they put all the green parrots together and all the red ones together. I’ve course of fucking heard of eclectus parrots you wet petri dish!”

But here’s the thing about eclectus parrots. They live in the rainforest, so while they are different colours, there is still an element of camouflage to this colouring. The female blends into the green treetops and the male looks a lot like a delicious fruit. 

A white night fury... just doesn’t make sense? Judging by when we first meet toothless, and my bullshit knowledge of fictional dragon behaviour, it’s fair to assume that night furys hunt at night. Toothless is so dark that he is almost impossible to see in the night sky. This is where the tension comes from when Hiccup first encounters the night fury. He just sees blue flame and not the dragon itself, because it is so difficult to make him out against the dark sky. 

This female night fury would be shot down so quick. She would stick out terribly at night. She wouldn’t catch shit. All the sheep in the field would be like “Oh fuck, I can see Phyllis two miles away. We all better shuffle into the barn.” There’s a reason albino animals are so rare in the wild. They just stick out too much and often get eaten. 

“But what if female’s hunt during the day? Wouldn’t being white help them blend in with clouds and the bright sky?” 

THEN WHEN WOULD THEY FUCK? Would males and females just pass each other at sunset like fated star lovers? That’s stupid. That doesn’t make sense. This isn’t Ladyhawke. 

But I’ll humour you. Yes, yes, we see white birds all the time. And you’re right! That white belly really helps them blend in with the clouds and bright sky. 

But they’re not all white. Especially birds that have to hunt or eat on the wing. We see this kind of patterning a lot of sea birds. Their bellies are white, but the tops of their wings are dark grey/brown. This is so when they nest, or are maybe viewed by a LARGER bird from above, they will blend in with the land or ocean below. White against a deep blue ocean really stands out... But dark grey? Not so much. 

“But Indiiiiiaaaa” some protests again like an absolute idiot who is about to be slapped out of their ignorance. 

“Night Furys are so fast that nothing could possibly catch them! They don’t have to worry about camouflaging to avoid predators!”

Alright Dumbass McBitch! Do you know what the fastest bird in the world is?

It’s the peregrine falcon. GUESS WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE?

WHITE BELLY. DARK TOP. 

The peregrine falcon is actually probably a decent comparison to the fictional night fury actually. Small in size, bird of prey, HORRIFICALLY FAST. But they have this sort of colouring for similar reasons. The dark colouring isn’t just camouflage during flight. It also helps them blend into their environment when they are nesting. 

SO IF YOU SOMEHOW CONVINCED ME THAT NIGHT FURYS ARE ALSO ACTIVE DURING THE DAY I COULD CONCEDE A DESIGN LIKE THIS:

But it’s not just colour. It’s not just size. There are other things that worry me about the female night fury’s design. The first is that she seems to have fewer of those... antennae things? And the few she has are much shorter. We’ve seen Toothless use these and they seem to be similar to a cat’s whiskers in their sensory role. So why on earth would she have less? And they be much shorter? SHE NEEDS THOSE! Without them, she may have difficulty flying, orienting herself in the air or feeling the winds she will have to combat. The designers are trying to feminise her by making her seem sleeker and rounder... which functionally makes no sense... why not do the opposite? Giver her really long antennae! Have them constantly moving in the wind!

The other thing that I immediately noticed was how SMOOTH she looks. They took away almost all of her scales. And again... doesn’t she need those for protection? This is so odd to me because it feels like they’ve removed her scales in the same way that pin up artists never draw body hair. Body hair is seen as unsightly on women, so artists remove it, leaving their subjects smooth and shining.

Do... do the dreamworks designers think the scales are unsightly? Have they waxed this dragon? And replaced her scales with body glitter??? Guys.... guys...

Whyyyyyy

Also they made her nose a lot shorter? That’s stupid. Don’t do that. 

Which one’s the girl?? Their noses are the same length so I can’t tell. 

So I can actually greatly improve the original design by just remedying these things.

Oh yeah I made her claws bigger??? BECAUSE THEY FUCKING MADE HER CLAWS SMALLER. 

But already I’m like... less pissed at it. Like “Aw yeah it’s still white, but at least they didn’t mess with much else.”

I think in a perfect world they would have given me something like this:

BUT! They did not.

And I’m not complaining just for the sake of complaining. I promise. This poster irritated me so much because HTTYD over the past 2 movies has had some stellar design. ESPECIALLY with it’s female characters. Astrid and Ruffnut are such courageous designs to me, because they’re not your classically beautiful disney knock off. Ruffnut is harsh looking. She has angles. She makes gross faces. These are all privileges that have traditionally been reserved for villains or men. Astrid is introduced in the first film like she’s some incredibly beautiful bombshell... but she really looks like a little girl. She’s kind of scrawny. She has only the smallest hint of a bust. She has a weak chin and her ears stick out, but it doesn’t matter because Hiccup thinks she is stunning.

Catch this chin in a disney movie. It will never happen.

We’ve even seen excellent female dragon designs! But we weren’t even aware that they were females because it’s not plot relevant, but they were not obviously coded. They just looked like sweet dragons!

Stormfly is a girl. You can tell by how much glitter in on her body and her short, rounded spikes. 

I just wish the HTTYD designers took more risk with the female nightfury design. The design they came up with is lazy, predictable, functionally incorrect and... kinda sexist honestly. I will still see this movie. I will still marvel at all the other wonderful designs, but this has left a bad taste in my mouth. 

From now on I hope to see more female characters that look like Sadie from Mouseguard

And less like ... this fucking shit

Not even Bambi is free from my wrath. 

#httyd #httyd 3 #how to train your dragon #character design #critique #i rant #female representation

[lettersofwrittencollective]

Woody - Lucius Malfoy

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: None (i mean technically Lucius x Narcissa) 

Word Count: 609

Warnings: None

Prompt:   none 

A/N: This is just something kind of fun and light hearted for @goobycookie​ that honestly took me way longer than it should have. BUT it is done!  

Note: gif found on google, if you know who made it please let me know so i can credit 

As always please feel free to give me your thoughts and opinions.

“Ow!” he had almost yelped as he pulled his hand away from the offending creature and turned an icy glare upon it.

The bird had been unfazed.

He had told Cissa not to get the damned creatures. They were worse than Hippogriffs in the ways they could be slighted. As if it were possible to slight a bird.

But did she listen? Did he blame her?  

After discovering that they would be unable to have another child after Draco, well it broke something inside of both of them. Not that the world would ever know that, after all - the Malfoy’s have a very specific face they must present to the world.

So, his wife had decided that she would have something. At first, he figured she would get a kneazle or perhaps a crup, but no. His wife had decided that she had to have a peacock. Not any peacock though, a whole flock of them. So he had searched high and low for the perfect flock of the frustrating birds.

There was a  man who had offered them a perfect flock of peacocks. When they  went to meet the man,, Lucius had been shocked to find that the birds were all white! He had fully intended to leave but his Cissa had immediately fallen in love with the flock of birds and so here they were.

The damned  beasts had been with them for almost about a year  and his wife had been absolutely smitten with them. The unfortunate thing was that, apparently, the flock was not all just peacocks, there were two peahens that had come with the group and the damn things had decided to breed.

When they had first discovered this, Lucius had been worried that Cissa would not take it well but she had been ecstatic and demanded that only the two of them be allowed near the birds. So he had gone out to tend to them and make sure that the eggs were safe when one of the peahens had decided to take a bite out of him.

He’d had to cast a spell, to remove the birds out of their houses, Cissa had had created for them and into their pasteur,  he then quickly had to a repelling charm as well, the peahen had been irate. It was as he had approached the nest that one of the eggs cracked open.

Lucius had paid no mind to the chirping chick and had made sure the rest of the eggs. When he left the house, he had paid no mind to the chick and that, perhaps, had been why that he had not noticed that the peahens had actually ignored the newborn chick as they fretted over their eggs.

That was how Lucius had found himself with a peacock that now followed him everywhere he went. Whether it was just around the house or in the Ministry or through Diagon Alley. The bird would walk beside him.

At first, Lucius had tried to return the bird to the rest of the flock but it had refused to stay with them. He then tried to leave the bird at the manor but the damned thing had created such a fuss that Cissa had demanded the bird be allowed out with Lucius.

SO the bird was always out seen with the Malfoys. Photographers loved the creature as it seemed he had taken on many off the traits of his family. His feathers flowed elegantly behind him and the bird walked with its chest seemingly puffed out and head held high.

When asked what the birds name was, Lucius responded with  long suffering sigh “Woody.”

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tags; @goobycookie @stiles-o-dylan24

#lucius malfoy #Harry Potter #fanfiction #drabble #my writing #slytherin

[clarenecessities]

princess and the peacock (3)

Word Count: 1636 Rating: PG for language

I finally picked a name!! I hate it a Whole Lot, but hey. consistency. no more mix ups

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Plagg grumbled to himself as he scrambled clumsily off the boulder, feet-first, landing wrong and overbalancing onto his back like a turtle. He laid for a moment on the thick grass, staring at the sky overhead, its crisp blue teasing him with wisps of cloud like laughter.

“I hate children,” he told it sourly, pushing himself up with his elbows. “I hate teaching people things, I hate travel, and I hate dealing with that damn cuélebre. Why me?

“‘Stop whining,’” he mimicked as he got to his feet, in a poor imitation of the Queen, “’You know why.’”

“Well, you do,” she chuckled from behind him.

Plagg yelped, whirling and drawing his sword so fast he almost flung it down the hillside. “Don’t do that!”

“My ears were burning,” said Tikki, grinning unapologetically from her perch on a flat rock as he pouted and sheathed his blade. “You practically summoned me, the way you were grumbling. And I do seem to recall you saying you were impossible to scare…?”

“Said nobody snuck up on me,” he muttered petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest. “S’not because I’m impossible to scare, it’s because they know better.”

“Why Plagg, are you implying you would do me harm?”

“Ah, my lady, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he told her honestly, if somewhat sarcastically. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“I heard your bellyaching all the way from France, Plagg.”

“Forgive me for forgetting the finer points of our little arrangement,” he muttered. “I hadn’t meant to trouble you with my petty complaints.”

Tikki got off the rock, crossing to stand in front of him. He was only a handbreadth or so taller than her, which she took full advantage of at every possible opportunity, this one included.

“There’s nothing petty about them,” she said gently, brushing a hank of white hair from his eyes, which he kept glued to the ground. “You know I don’t think so.”

“I know you don’t,” he conceded, sighing, “but they feel petty. I really don’t know what you expect of me. I don’t know what anyone expects of me.”

“I expect you to follow my orders, even if you don’t particularly like them,” said Tikki, coaxing a laugh out of him, “but that’s all, Plagg. That’s all anyone expects of you.”

He hummed noncommittally, still avoiding her eyes.

“Sharp-tooth sent a message. She’s worried about you.”

“She’s always worried about me,” said Plagg, laughing. “She’s always worried about everyone. How is she? How are the kittens?”

“Fine, all fine. They’re all so happy.” She paused, a sly smile sneaking onto her face. “She asked if you’d foster one.”

“I hope you told her no.”

“I told her I’d ask, but I didn’t think you’d go for it.”

He snorted. “What am I supposed to do, just tuck it under my arm while I go traipsing across the countryside with this spoiled little peacock?”

“Peahen,” she corrected mildly, “although she’s no more a bird than she is spoiled, Plagg. Duusu is more of a pet than a father figure.”

“Wouldn’t that make her the pet?” he snorted, though chastised.

“Well, without getting into the semantics of it, I think it’s safe to say they need the guidance of a responsible adult. Duusu is still young himself, you know—he’d only just left his mother’s nest when he came across her.”

“A responsible adult, huh. I’ll let you know if I see one,” said Plagg, smirking.

“Plagg! Imagine if you had been a little teenager, out on your own for the first time, and what turns up but a human infant? It’d be terrifying,” Tikki scolded.

“Hell, that’d be terrifying now.”

“Exactly. I know you’re going to be horribly rude to the poor thing—”

“She tried to kill a man! Yesterday!”

“—but do try to be sensitive, won’t you? This is going to be a hard time for her.”

“For her! What about me?” he demanded indignantly, straightening to take full advantage of his extra few inches of height.

“It’s going to be a hard time for you, too,” she conceded, laughing.

“I can’t understand why you’re making me do this,” he grumbled, slouching back down at her surrender. “I could name three or four court members off the top of my head who would be thrilled with this—can you imagine how self-satisfied Wayzz would get about it?”

“I shudder to think of it,” Tikki giggled, kissing the tip of his nose when it came back within reach. “For now you’ll just have to accept that I have my reasons, and leave it at that.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he declared sourly. “I’m a cat.”

“A cat with orders,” she reminded him. “Now go on down and get some rest. You’re staying the night.”

“I’m what?”

“Oh, give her some time to adjust to the idea! She doesn’t even know your name.”

“I expect Duusu will have told her by now,” said Plagg, huffing. “In fact, I’ll bet he’d already told her, and she just calls me ‘Cat’ for fun.”

“It’s a cute name. Accurate.”

“Rude,” he protested. “Unbefitting of my station!”

“You gave up your station, if you recall. You’re a humble little stray, now.”

“Am I?” he asked, smirking again as he leaned into her space. “Am I really, my lady?”

“No,” she conceded, “I guess we haven’t quite taught you humility yet.”

“Rude,” he grumbled, shoving her out of the space he’d invaded with both hands. She let him, laughing all the while, and wrapped her fingers around his to keep his palm against her cheek.

“Unbefitting of your station?” she echoed innocently, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” said Plagg, “just regular rude. You assign me to some sort of barbaric sleep over and then bombard me with your insults? It’s a wonder I still serve you at all.”

“It is at that,” she agreed, smiling fondly at him. “But you’ve always been something of a wonder. Do be careful, won’t you?”

“Look, if she can’t handle being called a brat—like, it’s not even an insult, it’s just a fact—”

“I meant you be careful, as in, don’t get eaten by a dragon or something while you’re showing off for the child.”

“Oh. Well… no promises, but I do promise I could take a dragon.”

“What, like out to dinner? I doubt a dragon is going to be thrilled with your gourmet selection of mice.”

“All due respect, Your Majesty, but shut the fuck up.”

She laughed again, high and clear, and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek.

“I mean it,” she said sternly, “stay safe. Call me if you need anything, and for your own sake, try to be civil. Especially tonight; you’re a guest.”

“Don’t remind me,” he muttered, dipping his head in a show of deference as she vanished into thin air. He breathed a laugh of appreciation. Plagg had never been good at teleportation—he always went to the time he wanted, but space seemed to escape him. It was Tikki’s domain, ultimately (although time often escaped her).

He wound his way down the hillside without lingering—she wouldn’t be back. Though it was still fairly early, the sky had taken on a warmer hue, drifting lazily towards cream and orange in the balmy evening.

Duusu’s cave was tucked into the side of the hill, nestled under a rocky overhang that dripped a constant, merry stream of water in front of it, curtaining the entrance with a narrow waterfall that burbled into a small pond like the sound of a purring cat.

Plagg hated it.

He grumbled to himself as he ducked under the overhang, picking his way across the path that had been worn through the moss, following the waterline back until the stones rose too high. The mouth of the cave was wide, but it narrowed sharply just inside, like a funnel leading him onward.

He felt the magic barrier as he passed through it, not unlike walking through the waterfall itself—although much drier. It felt like swimming on a hot summer day, bobbing up to the surface with wet hair dripping into his face. The slightly salty taste as he licked those droplets away and blinked up in the dazzling sunshine.

Plagg hated that, too.

It was far too sentimental for boundary magic; there was hardly any transition at all between the human realm and their own. It was liable to lure somebody in, and then where would they be? Duusu would have another foundling brat and Plagg would have to step in and take care of it. Typical.

“Do come in, won’t you?” the girl intoned from deeper in the cave, her sarcasm echoing off the narrow walls.

It was irresponsible, frankly. A boundary like that was like building a fence out of… something fences shouldn’t be made out of. Something nice. Cheese? It was no wonder the kid had showed up in the first place, if that’s the sort of feeling his damn cave was giving off.

The cave widened out again into a massive chamber, where an underground lake (pond? He had never been very good with sizes) had sprung from the ground, until Duusu moved in. Part of it still existed, a small well filled with fairy stones, somehow producing more light than the fire Anna was stoking in the rough-hewn hearth.

“It seems I’m staying the night,” Plagg announced with a grimace. It was mirrored on the girl’s face, but Duusu merely looked amused. He was curled on top of a moderately sized pile of treasure, polishing the goblet Plagg had brought him as his tail brushed absently up and down his hoard. Actually, he was probably so enamored with his various trinkets that anything would amuse him.

Fucking cuélebres.

#spooky ml au #clare's writing #princess and the peacock

[thenickbennett]

How to Win an Argument

I know that we are all trying to find ways to improve our lives right now. I have heard of some people picking up a second language, while others are learning an instrument, and even more baking mediocre bread. We have the time now so the only thing stopping you is you.

And lack of talent.

If you are looking for something to practice I am happy to help. Now would be a good time to practice arguing. I argue really well. If you don’t believe me, come at me.

Unlike learning an instrument, which requires specialized equipment and hopefully soundproof walls, you can practice arguing anytime. Simply call a friend or tell your roommate to stop breathing so loud during the movie and it’s off to the races.

Here are a few helpful tips to get you started:

Drink Alcohol

Imagine you are on a videoconference and some hotshot intellectual is talking about the difference in the mating rituals of African and Asian peacocks, a topic you know nothing about. If you are only drinking a health conscious fruit smoothie you will probably hold back, afraid to display your ignorance. But fill that glass with several martinis and you’ll discover you suddenly have very strong opinions about the peafowl, its common name. You will not only be comfortable displaying your ignorance but will flaunt it like a peacock fanning its feathers during mating season.

Use Important Sounding Words

If it looks like the other person is making a great point and winning the argument, try using weighty sounding terms. Here are a few examples:

Vis-à-vis

Per se

Ergo

Vice Versa

Quid pro quo

It helps if they are in a foreign language because it adds a sense of substance to your nonsense.

Suppose you want to say, “Peafowl are forest birds that nest on the ground, but roost in the trees.” You will never win an argument with a point like that. But you will win if you say, “Now let me put it to you this way. In terms of roost to nesting abilities, vis-à-vis the peacock and peahen, these forest birds as it were may per se nest on the ground but find a quid pro quo relationship with trees in terms of roosting, and vice versa.”

Only a fool would challenge that.

Make Things Up

My wife is a lawyer. She is smart, attractive, and most importantly will probably read this at some point. She wins arguments based on merits and facts.

You and I don’t have this luxury.

So don’t get too held-up on facts to win your argument. Say you want to argue the peacock population is on the decline because they aren’t mating enough, a position based solely on the fact that you aren’t getting any and will be damned if a bunch of birds are getting busy more than you. Don’t open with, “The peacock population is on the decline.” Instead say, “The average peacock mates 127 times a week during mating season, but current trends have them mating only 11 times during optimal canoodling seasons, which has led to a 47% decline in peafowl omelets on menus across the globe.”

Back your point up with numbers. If that doesn’t work ask your opponent to prove you aren’t making it up. I mean, how many menus have they seen peacock omelets available on, and do those restaurants take reservations?

If you are still arguing by this point, it will probably be time to excuse yourself and refill your martini. By the time you return you will find your friends have either hung up or left the room.

Declare yourself the winner!

Keep practicing your argument skills until your friends stop picking up the phone.

Next week we will discuss the importance of hiding any sharp knives or possible weapons when practicing with your spouse or roommate.

#stayinghome #stayhealthy #martini

[goosefightrobinmayor]

Tonight, a bit of art and prose from the background of Real Toys

In the background of this story somewhere are the Sugarplum Fairy(of course), the Fairy with the Turquoise Hair(AKA the Blue Fairy) and Perez the Mouse.

Perez AKA Raton Perez is a mythical tooth taker. He sneaks into kids rooms at night to collect fallen baby teeth and leaves gifts in their place.  If you think that this sounds like the Tooth Fairy you are not in the minority.  While English speaking countries have the Tooth Fairy, Spain and South America get Perez.  France also has a counterpart to Perez named La Petite Souris!

I wanted to swing the idea that the Tooth Fairy is Perez- it’s just that some of the kids, when woken up, only saw his winged silhouette and assumed they were talking to a tinkerbell.  Perez, afaik, p much just lets this misinformation slide.  So long as he gets the teeth he needs, he doesn’t care if people think he’s a baboon.

But, before he was the tooth fairy, and before his sisters got to be famous in their own right, they were just three talking animals living in the menagerie of a disgustingly rich king.  Sugarplum was a powder purple swan; Turquoise was a Java peahen with eyes on every feather; and Perez was a mouse who walked upright like a human.

In the nighttime, the animals told each other stories from their homelands.  Perez had grown up on castle grounds, and had all the dirt on the humans who lived in the castle.  Sugarplum came from a land called Germany- of forests and cold.  She told them about wolves and stone castles.  Turquoise’s home was an island far, far out to sea.  Further still, from where they were, because one had to set off from China’s shores to get there.  Her stories were about tigers and snakes. 

Turquoise could change things. She liked to sneak up on the squirrels in the trees and then tap them with her beak.  The squirrels would swell and snap and scream and then fall out of the trees as different animals.  It was especially amusing for her to make squirrels into hoofed beasts, because the humans were so confused about where this strange donkey or cow came from.

The rainbow mist that followed Sugarplum could be condensed and hardened into tools.  Blades, or platforms, or heavy objects for Sugarplum to use at her will.  She could change the hardness, too, making cloth or liquid, although the liquid never did stray too far.  

But Perez could do nothing.  There was no fantastic transformation, and no solid lightform tools.  Even though the birds insisted that there must be something he was good for, he tried and tried and got nothing.  

The humans in the household had their own trials and dramatics.  Perez had stopped paying so much attention to them now that he had a family.  But something about the youngest daughter was making Perez anxious day and night.

Catherine was often seen with her thumb in her mouth before her nurse would chastise her and tell her to stop.  But then the child would put her fingers back in her mouth again.  Although she was three times Perez’s age, Catherine was still a chick by human standards.  Perez’s ears would perk whenever she was nearby and it was a struggle to listen to his sisters.

Her nurse was having her eat quite a lot of apples, to the point where even the kid complained about it.  “Can I have toast instead?”

“After you eat your apple, Miss.”

The kid bit into the apple, and then looked shocked.  She tore her face away, looked at her nurse, and nervously gestured to the fruit.

“Let me see,” she took it from her, and then at the girl’s face, “open wide.”

The girl smiled, revealing a hole in her face.  Perez’s fur stood on end.

“Perez!”  Turquoise bokked, “I asked you a question!”

“Ah?  What?”  

“Two spurs or one?”  She turned her talon backward, where an extra spur grew on the back next to the first.

“Uh,” Perez said, “Turquoise!”  He flapped his arms.  He had picked up the gesture from his bird sisters, even though his arms were not wings, “I just saw something terrible!  A tooth fell out of the youngest human’s mouth.”

Turquoise’s crest spread out, “Really?  How fun!”

But Sugarplum just bobbed her head, “Perez you’re so naive!  I’ve seen this sort of thing in Germany.  Human chicks shed their teeth just like birds shed their down.”

“Are you sure?  So it’s- natural?”

“As natural as a chick’s down.  Go on- look at them.  Do they seem alarmed?”

Indeed, they did not.  The nurse, especially, was a cloud of calm, explaining in a very manner-of-fact way that now that her tooth had fallen out, she should bury it somewhere in the gardens.  

“Will it grow into a tooth tree?”

“No,” the nurse said.

“Then why should I?”

The nurse twirled her hair, which is what she did when she was thinking.  Then she said, “If you bury it at the base of your father’s lemon tree, and wish for your new teeth to grow in as strong as a mouse’s, you will get your wish.”

Perez tapped his incisors and thought that a human would look funny with teeth that were so long.  But Catherine said, “My teeth will be too small!”

“Oh, no, no!  Not to worry.  They’ll only be a little like a mouse’s teeth, but not in every way.”

Since she was a chick and easily swayed, Catherine went along with her nurse over to the very lemon tree, holding her hands to her chest and squeaking to pretend to be a mouse.  The siblings watched at a distance.  Sugarplum petted Perez lightly when they were done.

“There.  Now will you stop being so distracted?”

Not really.  Although Perez laughed as his sisters every joke and answered their every question, a part of his mind was still in that mound of dirt.  When they all nested down for the night, Perez stared at the other wall of his borrow, eyes shot.  The lure of the tooth would not let him go.

So he snuck out, away from them, and without their knowledge.  Although the mouse had to avoid a few of the garden cats, getting to the mound was no issue.  He was almost surprised to find it was still there, under the dirt.  Storing it in his cheek, he ran back home.

He was without sleep, but popped out of his burrow the next morning and the sisters were shaking the dew out of their feathers.  He asked Turquoise to land and presented to them with a sugar cube.  Sugarplum’s beak hung part open.  The treat looked especially good to her as she hadn’t had breakfast yet and had quite the sweetbill already.  

“Is this a gift?  Who is it for?”

Perez shrugged, “I don’t know!  I made it!”

The birds twisted their necks.

Perez explained how he had taken the tooth from the ground.  After getting to his borrow, he had caressed it, in a state like being under hypnosis.  After a time the tooth got softer, and squarer, and turned into a whole other thing.

Sugarplum flapped her wings, “Mein gott!  He’s found it!  He’s found it, he’s found it, Turquoise!”  Sugarplum pulled her close with a wing, “He’s found his magic!”

“Turning teeth into sugar?” Turquoise sighed, disappointed, “Well.  It’s a start.”

“But they grant wishes,” Perez said.

The birds turned to him again.

“They do.  I mean,” he turned the pearl in his hands, “I think they do.  I feel like they do.  But, I’m not sure why I think they do.”

“Well then,” Sugarplum settled back onto her feet, “we must test it.”

“Oh!” Turquoise cawed, “Let me eat it!  I’ll wish to be as large as the castle!”  

Perez handed the pearl over, but Sugarplum blocked it with a wing.

“No, Turquoise, no.  This is for Perez.  Perez,” she said, “eat the cube.  You must make this wish yourself.”

Perez gulped, but Turquoise was already backing down.  The mouse sniffed the cube and wondered what he would wish for.  He put it on his tongue.  This time, the flavor was very nice compared to the bony, somewhat breathy taste of a human chick’s tooth.  It melted on his tongue and into his cheeks. But what to wish for?

What did he want?  He had already gotten what he wanted: to belong.  He belonged to this family.  But he was the odd mammal out.  He wanted to be more like them.

Alright.  He swallowed.  Now if this magic worked the way he thought it would, then he would have-

Pain!

Pain exploded up his backbone and throughout his shoulders and arms as well. He gasped and feel to his knees, and quivered.  His skin burst from the inside as if cut by a thousand little knives.  But the birds cooed in awe.

“Perez, darling, they’re beautiful!”

“Magnificent,” Sugarplum said.

“Especially the right one.”

Perez almost asked what they were talking about, but he knew.  He knew, even when their feathers slid against his ears, making an itch.  His wings had come in.  One lavender one, and one black, brown, and blue.

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[rujvie07]

In Conversation With: Zankhana Mehta, a wildlife short-film maker talks about her journey

Zankhana Mehta is a science graduate. She is a wildlife film-maker. After becoming a wife and a mother, she found the perfect balance between her family and her passion. She talks about her inspiring journey and her camaraderie with her wildlife photographer husband, Mr Bhasmang Mehta.

“I am a short film-maker who makes films on ‘wildlife’. Besides this, I and my husband run a wildlife tourism company called ‘Wildlife Sojourns’,” says Zankhana.

Let’s hear her story in her words:

Tell us something about your earlier life:

I am a science graduate. As a child, I was very active in participating in extracurricular activities. I am a trained “Bharat Natyam” dancer. Since childhood, I was fascinated by birds and butterflies and that fascination eventually led me to this field where I am right now.

‘Wildlife Sojourns’, the company you and your husband, Mr Bhasmang Mehta founded; tell us more about it:

As a couple, we have been visiting various national parks and sanctuaries of our country since 2001. In all these years we have acquired thorough knowledge about each and every sanctuary and the wildlife seen there. We have been working with the same set of guides and drivers in all these places over these years. So there is a good rapport with them. Before starting the company we used to hear many complaints from friends and relatives who used to visit some of the sanctuaries that “we visited so and so sanctuary and couldn’t see a tiger, how come you guys go and get to see them so well”. So our answer was, “You need to be at a right place at a right time with a right person and when all these ‘3 rights’ meet your chances of sighting a big game increases”. So these questions prompted us to start this company so that we can make use of our knowledge and contacts at these sanctuaries and try to make trips into the wild more pleasurable for our guests. See nobody can ‘guarantee’ sightings of any kind of wildlife in the national parks and so can’t we. But yes our guides and naturalist work hard and use their best of knowledge to make our guests’ safaris more pleasurable and fruitful. Besides personal, family and corporate trips, we organize workshops in these national parks too, where we teach the participants about the basics to the advanced level of wildlife photography. We have been working for Asiatic Lion conservation and House Sparrow conservation since almost a decade now and we share our knowledge about that too and teach how as an individual we can make efforts to save and care for wildlife around us.

When did you start filming wildlife? What did inspire you?

Initially, I was into wildlife photography only. When we started out, as and when we used to get time off from our schedules we (I, my husband and our son Mudit) used to go and visit national parks of India. After a while, I realized that when 3 of us are doing photography together more often, not our angles of photographs will be the same. Moreover, photography has its limitations especially “wildlife photography”- imagine you are seeing a beautiful Indian Peafowl (Peacock) dancing with his feathers opened up. It’s a different thing to look photos of those action-packed moments and it is altogether a different experience to see a video of that whole process where he opens up the feathers, dances around the peahens and shakes his feathers- this is something which you can only “capture” if you are “filming” …!!!

Do you remember your first experience as the wildlife film-maker?

I was sitting in my garden when I saw a small bird called “Tailor Bird” moving about in my garden, looking for ‘nesting material’. I started following her to take photos. After a while I found a place where she was building a nest, I clicked a few shots but then soon I realized that if I take a video of this whole process where she brings in the sticks and “weaves” the whole nest by “stitching” two leaves together it will be fascinating to see. So I did that, so yes this was the first time I did the filming.

Are there any difficulties you had to face while establishing yourself as a wildlife film-maker?

Well, if you ask me about “establishing” myself as a wildlife film-maker – nope I don’t think I faced any difficulties as such as Bhasmang was into this profession already. But yes being a married woman you do face challenges to pursue this hobby for sure. We are a big family and as a “bahu” (daughter-in-law), you have to take care of the family and social engagements too. Plus my son Mudit was a toddler when I started out in 2003, so I had to take care of him and later on his studies also. So initially there were lots of challenges in terms of finding time to go and pursue this hobby. But I must say both my parents (my in-laws and my parents) supported me immensely and of course Bhasmang was always there by my side and now Mudit as well.

How do you prepare yourself before going for the tour?

Initially, I enjoyed whatever I used to get in the wild, as the time passed by and I started doing more and more filming and getting to see more and more of wildlife, expectations got higher. So sometimes out of 4 Safaris if I miss seeing something in even one safari, I used to get disappointed. Now after all these years of being in the wild, I know it for sure that “you are going to see whatever you are destined to see”. So just enjoy being in the wild and do your work. I must add here that “Mother Nature has always been very kind to us, and in all these years, we have never returned without seeing big game in the wild ever.” I always believe- “Mother Nature reveals her secrets to only those who love her”…

Some of Zankhana’s work:

How do you see the dominating role of ‘Women with Camera’ in wildlife?

It will happen for sure- slowly but surely…

From your experience, what would be your suggestions to all those aspiring women photographers and film-makers?

I urge all those aspiring women photographers and film-makers that – please continue to love and follow your passion, there might be hindrances but don’t let them stop your progress, continue to live your passion and also learn to create a good balance between your family duties and your work. When your passion becomes your profession you are bound to get success.

How do you describe your camaraderie with your photographer husband in the field?

Well, we have been together for 19 years. We are friends first; we met in college and got married after the graduation. So we have that “rapport” that is very essential when you are working in tandem.

What are your future projects?

There are lots of plans for the future- but I always leave it to the Goddess to shape them. She is a “master planner”…!!!

Your message to the world:

“Mother Nature always protects us, now it’s our turn to protect her”…!!!

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[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Breakout: Part Four||

Hi hi hi there all. Peahen mom is here with the continue part of the Breakout. This is part Four and the final but NSFW is going to be in the last one.

~~Drabble Summary~~

Blade and Garu have been able to seduce the wardens but now, it seems things are heating up. Ren and Chuya were either in charge or under the mercy of the two and yet now it's getting a new turn.

We go with seeing what Chuya is under the mercy of the second Warden, Blade. He was already flushed and weak for him too but how will he win him over? How will he do this? Read to find out!!

||Warning||

~Strong Nsfw is present in this drabble

~Over stimulation and teasing is present

||Guests in this drabble||

Blade and Garu belongs to and is from the Nu carnival game but also belongs to my partner and amazing friend @ask-the-monster-nest

Chuya nakahara belongs to and from the anime/manga Stray dogs. Ren amamiya belongs and is from the game/anime Persona 5. They both belong to me due to rping as them as muses.

((Grammar is not good in this drabble but as I say in other ones, this is written for fun. So I hope you enjoy part three that features the second pair, Blade and Chuya.))

Chuya was flushed not believing he was doing this and yet, he had to do this for the sake of the plan. Looking more shy like that did catch Blade off guard. He was looking down at the prisoner wondering what he was planning even if he was pretty adorable.

"You know, this is so unlike you. Usually you would be trying to tear at me with that gift of yours when I tried to touch you. But here you are shaking under my simple touches. What brought this on?" he asked moving his fingers that he saw Chuya shake looking away.

"I..I don't know I just...I might have gotten used to your touches maybe?" he asked even if he was blushing when feeling his fingers moving down from his hand to his wrist as chuya was looking dazed. He was still trapped but he yelps feeling him now touching under his shirt feeling his skin but Blade only tilts his head to see his face flushed.

"Seems even if your all shy all of a sudden, maybe this way I can take you back to your cell." Chuya's eyes widen hearing that. No, he can't go back! He and Ren were so close to getting out! Trying to think, Chuya had to do something. As Blade was about to take him back, Chuya pushes him against the wall or at least tried to and suddenly kissed him.

This also caught Blade off guard feeling his lips but he feels the other break it panting against his lips. "I..If you wanna take m..me back..m..make me go back....o..or I can make you become mine. I won't let you over take me." He warns even if Blade was looking to him and yet, he was tilting his head to hold him against the wall.

"Is that a challenge? Well, darling, I'll see if I'm able to win this one.."

"Try it. I'll never submit to you..I'll get out of here even so. We will get out of here.." Chuya looks to see Blade look at him but his eyes were staring at him deeply to make Chuya blush red.

"We'll see.."

~~~~A while later~~~~

Chuya was not expecting this turn of events, clawing the desk he was laying on while crying out with his toes curled. Blade was holding him up in his arms but forcing his body up and down while taking his cock. He's been thrusting so roughly with him that Chuya was trying to block his face from his sight. Geez, this was not going as he thought, even if it did feel really good.

"What's wrong? Your not saying anything to me now? Did i over do it?" he teased thrusting up into him even harder hearing him crying out again. His arms were shaking while he groans whining.

"Ahhhhh ahhhhhh n...no! You'll have t..to do better than t..this! I told you I w..won't b..break!" he growls but hisses feeling his hips pulled down to take him even more. The tip was hitting the right areas and yet, he was trying not to cry out or moan for the warden. Blade keeps thrusting into him but he was groaning loving how wet and tight he got like this. Though, he's been doing this for a while to lean in kissing his chest wishing to hear more.

"Come on, don't hide that voice from me. Let it all out." he said hearing whimpers from Chuya.

"N..Never..I..I won't..mmmmmmm let you hear t.them..it's embarrassing.." he whispered but he only still kept thrusting more till he suddenly slams into him to make Chuya scream out in pleasure shaking.

"Ahhhhh F..fuck!!"

"There we go...just relax and let me make you feel good.." He whispered now pounding away into him as Chuya threw his head back bouncing on his cock with his eyes closed. His moans wouldn't stop slipping out and he only grew more excited. Though, this made him quicken his hips faster that Chuya was biting his bottom lip feeling his body tightening around him.

"Ahhhhhh ahhhhhh please st..stop h..hitting there! Not there!!!" He moans out hitting his chest but Blade kisses him still keeping him where he was. He didn't stop only thrusting in harder.

"Why not? Your shaking and aching down here. Does it feel so much better when I hit your spots better like this? Feeling your body accepting the punishment under me." Blade panted only to go faster that Chuya moans out crying in pleasure but he had his mouth open that his tongue was seen a little.

"N..No! No no no ple..please!! Please don't! L..Let me mmmmmmm!!" He feels Blade laying on top of him while thrusting down harder. His arms wrap around him gripping his shirt but he was moaning lustfully for him. His eyes were hidden now.

"I'll do it if this means you'll behave for me. So just take it. Take all of me like a good prisoner. I'll be sure you never think of anything else but me. And only me!" He didn't stop that Chuya threw his head back, arching off the table to scream even louder hearing the table slamming against the wall.

"Ahhhhhh YE..YES! Yes I'll d..do what you s..say just fucking ngggmmm just don't f..fucking stop!!" He groans out louder but he was shaking even more while his mind was breaking before Blade kisses him again but stops his hips to grind against him. His hands didn't ease their grip but he just wanted to rip this off to feel him cumming inside. Chuya shivers from the feeling but he breaks the kiss gasping out shaking.

"Haaaa..hhhaaa..y..you c..came....you came inside of me...d..damn you....s....shhhhahhhhhh!!" He moans feeling him move again but he moans not fighting him as he was bouncing on his lap.

"You know, I think I find it cute for Darling to be this lewd. But, I'll be sure your filled all night.." He teases while he was bouncing on his lap faster but his mind was aching as his body was.

~~Hours later~~

"Chuya? Chuya, I wonder where he took that warden." Ren was able to get the key from Garu but he looks around to see someone. He looks to hear loud moaning from the other side. It sounded like Chuya and yet he wonders if he got away. Judging from the moans, he didn't. With a sigh, Ren looks at the key then thinks. To be honest, Garu was pretty cute and it would be a shame to leave the puppy alone.

"........" So that leaves two choices:

(Help Chuya to get away from Blade and escape?)

(Or stay to tease and play with the two wardens?)

Ren looks silent wondering about it till he made his choice. With a sigh, he turns to head down the hallway away from the moaning. He gets to a room to look inside seeing a resting Garu covered in a blanket. His face was flushed from what happened but Ren goes to pet his head.

".....Your so lucky your adorable...seems we might have had this plan backfired." He chuckled but he sets the key back on the desk but watches his puppy for a while to sleep. Well, at least they were close but the plan took another turn for them.

Oh well.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #The Breakout: Part four #Blade #chuya nakahara #ren amamiya #ask-the-monster-nest #the monster fantasy books #peahen writer

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Breakout: Part three||

Hi hi hi there all. Peahen mom is here with the continue part of the Breakout. This is part three but NSFW is going to be in the last two parts.

~~Drabble Summary~~

Blade and Garu have been able to seduce the wardens but now, it seems things are heating up. Ren and Chuya were either in charge or under the mercy of the two and yet now it's getting a new turn.

We go with seeing what Ren is planning with the first Warden, Garu. He was already flushed and weak for him but how will he win him over? How will he do this? Read to find out!!

||Warning||

~Strong Nsfw is present in this drabble

~Over stimulation and teasing is present

||Guests in this drabble||

Blade and Garu belongs to and is from the Nu carnival game but also belongs to my partner and amazing friend @ask-the-monster-nest

((Grammar is not good in this drabble but as I say in other ones, this is written for fun. So I hope you enjoy part three that features the first pair; Ren and Garu.))

Garu didn't know what he should do, knowing this prisoner was trying to get him to let him go. However, he was trapped by the prisoner that he was flushed when Ren was touching his cheek.

"Awwww, your so adorable when you blush like this. Even when I'm touching your ears and leaving kisses on them." He did nip one of his ears to hear a yelp from Garu.

"D..don't do that. I'm ordering y...you to stop this a..at once...you will be locked away again w..when I..." he shivers feeling the prisoner touching his chest again but he was already shaking when he was touching his most weakest spots. Even if he was the warden, this prisoner was not showing mercy towards him.

"I told you I'm not cute. You li...listen to me alright!? You better stop this. Your trying to do what you can to get out of jail. I won't let you g..get out of here!"

"....Not even if I asked or give you more kisses. That's mean. I really did enjoy kissing you. Your lips are really soft...Or did you want more kisses." He leans in holding his cheek but gives Garu another that he yelps gripping Ren's white prisoner shirt. This guy was serious but he shook under him weak and helpless that he feels his hands squeezing his ass to make him yelp. He breaks the kiss but feels Ren kissing his neck while the warden whimpers with gasps.

"Mmmmm...mmmmmm..."

"You must feel good if you like it. Don't worry I won't hurt you.....besides, I rather show you I can be a good boy..." He said but he begins grinding against him as Garu was panting heavily. He grips the others shirt but he still feels him grinding against him that his face burned feeling he was hard.

'H..He's...he's hard!? N..No way!' he tries to speak but yelps again when the grinding gets harder but he only looks down shaking even more. Even if he should stop him, it felt good..it felt really good. Ren looks holding the warden but he got pretty excited to slip his hands in his shorts to feel his hole as it twitched.

"Hmmm? Feels like your excited yourself or are you just wanting to have some fun. If you like, I can do that...I can make it feel better if you wish.." His fingers now rub against him as Garu was shaking in his hold. He was trying to trick him but his fingers. Damn, his fingers were too good.

"N..No, I..I'm n..not.." He whispered but feels Ren still rubbing against them before he slowly kisses Garu again. His lips were hot but he shivers feeling one of Ren's fingers push into him. It was tight but he was careful while holding the puppy warden. His whimpering and shivering was precious that he wanted to hear more.

His fingers kept pushing into her but slowly feels more excited to only get more and more curious. Maybe he was growing more and more wanting to kiss him and keep him against the wall.

He did start to pull back but looks to Garu. He whines from the kiss being broken. "You know, you seem to not wanting to play...maybe you do or not. I could stop if you wish...and I could go back to my cell.......what would you do...." he asked slowly stopping his fingers.

"Well my precious puppy. What would you-" That's when Garu pulls him back down to kiss him deeply. However, he shivers holding him that he was whimpering.

"....Please....just p..please....I......j...."

"Just what?" he asked but Garu panted to grip his shirt.

"Y..You...j.just..just please....you got me feeling so weird...I want t..to feel..m..more.." He whispered softly that he sees Ren smiling. However, he smiled looking to him. Seems he got him to slowly kiss him again that he hears Garu's whimpering.

~~Moments later~~

Garu was shaking as he was twitching from Ren holding him but he was gasping out feeling his fingers pushing into him slowly but deeply. However, he moans out softly feeling him opening him up that he was shaking drooling.

"E..enough of t..the fingers..c..come on, no..no more.." he whimpers but it leaves Ren still pushing them deeper as he was grinding against him.

"I know it must feel good but you gotta relax...I do wish to help you feel good..." He smiled seeing Garu shaking as he was wagging his tail. He didn't know why but he wanted him to just do it. He wiggles his hips and yet it leaves him shaking. "P..Please..please.....j..just push in..please push i..in.."

"Your so needy...but no worries, I'll be sure to fill you nicely." He teased but Garu was panting still shaking. He feels the greedy hole twitching that he sees Garu drooling wanting him in. His face flushed red, eyes showing some tears. In a moment, he pushes into him to hear him crying out softly. However, he was shivering quietly feeling Ren push into him deeply. He whines twitching that he was panting from the feeling. However, he pushes into Garu deeper that he snaps his hips, hearing a cry from the warden.

"....What a tight little puppy..." he teases to start thrusting into him as Garu presses up against the wall moaning softly. It felt hot and yet, he was grinding down to feel Ren thrust into him deep. He moans out gripping the back of his shirt and yet he was hearing Ren groaning. Such a tight puppy. He seriously was precious.

"You feel so good...even if your whimpering like a good boy." he chuckled but Garu whines moaning more.

"D..don't say that..p..please mmmm!! Don't s...say nuggghhh!!" He feels him going faster now and yet he was leaning his head back against the wall feeling Ren going deeper and deeper. It felt hot and big but he was drooling having his eyes closed or even so. However, he was crying out only to grow more hotter that he was shivering to cry out even more. His moans were loud even if Ren was thrusting into her deeply that he was panting deeply. He feels him going deeper but Garu was panting.

"Ahhhhhh ahhhhhh mmmmmmm.....mmmm.." He was looking flushed that he twitched when he was going faster. "Ahhh!? W..wait! T..too fast!!" He moans out even more that he looks out of it while thrusting deeper into him. He was a cute puppy, such a cutie that he presses him more against the wall.

"Ahhhh!? Auggahhhhh!!! ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhh!!!" He whines clawing the wall and yet, Ren just moans out even worse. He didn't want to do anything but his hips was bouncing on Ren's cock. Why did it feel so good!?

"Ahhhh w..want more...g.give me more.. I need more.." He begs only to hear Garu crying out when Ren went harder as he presses him against the wall.

"Don't worry I'll give you more...we aren't going to stop at one. I'll be sure your nice and full when I cum." He keeps holding Garu's hips and yet he did keep to his word. It was when Garu felt something weird boiling that he claws Ren's back gasping.

"W..wait something i..is cumming..I...I feel weird please w..wait a....ahhhhh!!"

"It's alright, you'll feel better when you let it all out. It's fine..just savor it." his hips quicken only to hear him cry out.

"W..wait! N..No not so fast! I c..can't...ahhhh I can't!!" Even if he tried, Garu threw his head back moaning out with a gasp, feeling his body cumming hard on Ren's chest and himself. Ren felt the warden tighten only to buck his hips cumming inside. Both panted heavily that he kisses him even if he held him. When the kiss breaks, Ren chuckled seeing how dazed Garu was.

"....Hah..hah....hah.."

"What more puppy?" He teased looking at him for Garu to whimper grinding his chest against his.

"Y..Yes; Yes please..I want more..please let me have more.."

Hearing this, he moves Garu from the wall to sit on a chair but when he did, Garu begins bouncing on his cock throwing his head back. His tongue slightly out that he claws the arm chairs. Yeah, he was out of it but even if this felt good, Ren was also lost into it almost forgetting about breaking out but he'll come to that later. For now, he had a puppy to break.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #The Breakout: Part three #ren amamiya #garu #anon #peahen writer

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Breakout: Part two||

Hi hi hi there all. Peahen mom is here with a Drabble request from a anon of their request. This is part two that is from part one.

~~Drabble Summary~~

Blade and Garu are the wardens and executioners in a hidden jail within the forest from town. It seems it was another night for a daily night check of their prisoners.

However two prisoners named Ren and Chuya were planning a break out. The two knew how smart the wardens were so they had some ideas trying to break out but all failed. They are planning another break out with Ren distracting Garu. Now it was Chuya's turn to distract Blade. How will he do this? Read to find out!!

||Warning||

~Flirting and Seduction is present in this drabble

~Slight violence is present

||Guests in this drabble||

Blade and Garu belongs to and is from the Nu carnival game but also belongs to my partner and amazing friend @ask-the-monster-nest

((Grammar is not good in this drabble but as I say in other ones, this is written for fun. So I hope you enjoy part two that features the second pair; Blade and Chuya.))

Seems the plan was going well. Chuya knew Ren was distracting the first warden of this damn place. However, that leaves him with the other warden Blade. Right now, he was running down the hallway of a inner section of a hallway trying to keep away from Blade who was hot on his tail.

For a warden he was pretty quick on his feet. Knowing this, he was really wondering if this guy was human? Even so, he keeps running hearing fast running footsteps behind him. Turning around, he turns a hard right but touches the shelves to have them come crashing down blocking the way. He looks to see Blade quickly jumping over the shelves with ease, landing to keep following him.

'The hell?! Damn it, he's really good but it's like he's not human! Fucking..forget it. I just need to lose him!' he shouted mentally in his head, running faster and faster till getting to some steps going down. Chuya kept going trying to get away from this warden but even if he did, Blade looks to see the target gone.

He looks left and right, wondering where Chuya went before he looks to see the stairs heading to the lower levels of the building. Figuring it might be a clue, he goes downstairs quickly to try and find him.

Chuya kept on running with ease, panting to quickly look seeing how dark it was down here. Though, it was a perfect spot for hiding. He looks to choose a room before going ahead to open the door and head inside, closing it.

Chuya was safe.

He panted heavily leaning against the door but slide down to the ground. "*Panting* Fucking damn..he made me run for a good while. I hope Ren is doing alright with the other warden or at least lost him. If he did he can help me.." He looks down at his lap then looks up seeing he was in some room but he took no mind to it right now. He had to rest up before doing that.

Well, at least he got away from the other warden so he should be fine now. However, as he was about to move, he heard something shift in the room wondering what that was. He couldn't have found him could he?!?

"No no, calm down. He didn't find me yet. I'm over worrying about this." He grumbles looking to start getting ready to get out of this place till.....

Something jumps down in front of Chuya to make him yelp falling back on his ass. He winces from that but tenses up seeing a familiar face. The fucking warden found him!

"Found the target. No where else to run." He looks down at him and yet, Chuya scrambles back up to his feet wondering what to do now but he remains silent. He saw Blade trying to grab him but he dodges to get away from him.

"Get back you!" He warns but Blade was not threatened still trying to grab him before trapping him in the corner to look at him. He tense now trapped looking up at him.

"........"

'Fuck fuck fuck!! No no calm down, remember Ren's plan..' he thought in his head with Blade still trapping him.

"Now, I'll ask you once. Surrender and come with me to your cell. You won't get in trouble if you do." He said clearly to show he was serious.

"Uh...b..but I don't..I..I don't want to. I don't want to go back.." he mutters looking at him.

"I wasn't asking. You are to return to your cell or I'll drag you back." he said.

Okay, he had to start with his plan now or else he might not get another chance. Relaxing himself, he looks to pout at him or try to put on a cute face.

"B..but..you don't have to take me back. I..I don't want to be alone again." He acted out but Blade blink not expecting that. What was going on?

"What is your reason for this?" He simply asked still keeping him trapped.

"..I..I just....I don't wanna go back is all. I mean, you always kept following me no matter what and you got me trapped again after catching me over and over. Maybe you were hoping for some reward?" he leans in against Blade as he looks down confused.

Reward?

"......." Come on Chuya don't get nervous. It's part of the plan. He only looks down still hiding his face then looks up to show it. Blade noticed his face was red all of a sudden but he was even resting against him.

"????"

"I know this is weird but..I feel safe near you. Besides, you seem like a big strong warden. You would show me a little mercy even if I kept running from you right?" He looks to Blade that blinks now really confused. What was going on and why did his expression changed from scary to flirty?

".....Besides, I did say I would reward you since you been always really cute in my eyes..." He reaches to touch his cheek but Blade grabs his arms to hold them above his head that Chuya blushes even worse. Geez, he was strong!

"........You never behave this way even from the many times you and the other tried to escape. Though, you two were the only ones that tried to get out of here with the risk of getting caught." he adds in to see Chuya squirm now.

"That's why I should reward you though...but...."

"But?"

"I don't even know your name...." Chuya looks up to him but Blade said nothing. "Maybe you can tell me yours and I might tell you mine?" He rests his hand on his chest looking up to him wondering if he would tell him.

"I'm Blade...and what is your name?" He keeps Chuya trapped but he was being all shy to look away. However, Blade touches his cheek to have him look.

"Well? Will you tell me your name....."

"...I'm...C...chuya Nakahara..." He grumbles shy that Blade looks to hearing the name.

"Chuya hmm? Well, it's nice to meet you...but I think Darling fits you better...." He saw the other blush worse to look at him all Chuya did was lean against him but his eyes were half way open.

"..Depends if I let you call me that. Maybe you have to convince me if you want me to be your darling." He looks about to kiss him on the lips, touching his cheek but Blade was about to stop him till feeling Chuya's lips on his own. His eyes widen from the kiss as the prisoner was holding it. His lips were soft but he only blushed kissing him back.

The kiss lasted for a while before it breaks, hearing Chuya panting softly against Blade's lips. "Well, I will admit..your one good kisser." Blade said to Chuya look at him as the two were kissing again but Chuya still remembers the plan.

Seems their plans worked and the two prisoners can get out of here....but from the plan it might back fire since the two are now growing more attached to the wardens. Well, depending on the situation they will either break out or end up caught again.

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