#lots of tiny birds flapping around playing

[lumpofbird]

Lively jellybeans

#they have so much energy #lots of tiny birds flapping around playing #i love them #budgies #birb #lychee #lime #hermes #onibus #scylla #pili #kappa

[anemodaycare]

In your Adrian post you mention regression is more common amoungst the coven heads then they thought. Are there other coven heads who agere as well? Do you have some hc on them?

I do!! Personally, I think that Raine, Hunter, and Lilith (they may be ex coven heads but they count in my heart) also regress! I think the other coven heads are just used to it at this point.

But anyway! Here's

Raine Whispers, Lilith Clawthorne, and Hunter Agere Headcanons!

Raine Whispers:

They regress to cope with stress, both brought on from being a coven head and worrying about things in general

Anxiety will do that to ya

Raine's regression space can range from 5-10, but it mostly ends up being lower on that range

When they were a teen, Eda was their caregiver

Now that they don't really have anyone, they try not to regress

Terra found out a while ago and things were not pretty. Raine hates her more than anything

They stay in their quarters and lock themselves away

In their quarters, they have a hidden toy chest and old stuffed animals that Eda won them

They are 10x more emotional when little and honestly a little bit of a cry baby

They've restricted themselves from using their scroll while little

Last time they did, Eda got a text from a very small Raine

"mmmmiss u moma"

They usually pretend that it didn't happen afterwards

Their quarters are sound proofed thanks to the last bard head

So when they're small, they have little dance parties and sing to their stuffies

It doesn't scare them! Those are their friends!

They love chewlery

Their favorite piece of chewlery is shaped like a butterfly and half chewed through

Strong jaw.

They stim a lot when alone

Mostly small jumps and flapping their hands

They refuse to drink any tea when small

They have thrown it when given

A tragedy, truly. That time out was brutal

Lilith Clawthorne:

Similar to Raine, she also regresses due to stress

She also feels like she's lost so many years of her life to the Emperor's guild and man. that really stung to think about

Her age range is a lot smaller, mostly around 2-3

Thankfully, Gwendolyn understands and encourages it, so she finally gets all of her mom's attention!

She's a very happy toddler, surprisingly

Very cuddly, as well

Her palisman will nest in her hair while she's regressed to keep her constant company

If she's left alone for too long, she cries. A lot.

She loves being carried

Which. is good because she has a strong mom

While she was living at the Owl House with Eda and Luz, she spent a lot of time with Hooty

"Hootsifier" turns into "Hoo"

Hooty is. Crying tears of joy

Lilith loves coloring. So so much

It's easy and stress free

While she was at the Owl House, her and Eda did it a lot

"This is just like when we were kids, Lily!"

"Mmhmhmhmhm!"

Ever since she's left the coven, she's just been a lot happier

Hunter:

He is so baby coded.

He deserves a childhood. And a good one

His age range is mostly 0-4

He's a very cranky kiddo if he's not constantly attended to

Thankfully. His caregiver (and dad) is Darius

Darius won't admit it, but he is sort of a helicopter parent

Hunter wants nothing more than to play with others

But he is much too tiny.

Thankfully! The Emerald Entrails are incredibly understanding

They work together for some killer babysitting

And Hunter gets to be with his favorite friends and play! It's a big win for him

Flapjack is never far behind. That bird is almost as bad as Darius

He can't choose a favorite activity

He wants to do everything, all of the time

Is it to make up for lost time? Or is it just him being an excitable baby?

Also really big on being carried and cuddled

He hides under Darius' cape when he's overwhelmed and small

"Little Prince.. What are you doing there?"

"Hide.. Dada help!"

My favorite au. Where Hunter just gets to be a kid and taken care of

He has a cardinal bottle and paci

He carries around his frog plush

Please hold his hand. He needs it

Darius has a leash for him. It's attached to a backpack so he doesn't wander too far

He can't help it! He's curious!

#sfw agere #fandom agere #toh agere #i call this one. i get side tracked because im thinking about raine #hunter deserves the world. so much #agere raine #agere lilith #(underated btw.) #agere hunter

[catboii]

← Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 → Full Thread

[Excerpt taken from Agent 23's personal diary]

[Day ####]

Today was interesting. 

I’ve been going into the room and talking to the crow, I’ve been calling it Crowvid because it sounds cute. Like crow, corvid and david all rolled into one. Like a people name. I need to call it something other than “the anomaly”, it just sounds… out of place. And it’s almost big enough to be a person. A small person at least, like a three year old. I almost feel like it’s gotten bigger since I first saw it, but maybe it’s just because it was far away from the camera.

Anyway, I was telling Crowvid that I used to play in a chess club in school, and it tilted its head like it was trying to work something out. So I told it all the rules of chess, and it seemed very interested. I mimed out moving the pieces, and it followed my hand around the floor like a little mime-bird. I gave it a little quiz on which pieces move which way, and it did little jumps diagonally or forward! It wasn’t right most of the time, but it did get a couple right, and there was one or two where it looked like it was thinking, and started taking a step, then looked up at me questioningly. Like on the knight, it took 2 steps forward, then looked up at me, and slowly put one of its little feet out to the side, but didn’t put it down until I nodded encouragingly. When I said it was right, it jumped up and down and flapped its wings. It was so cute. 

I even went over some of the pieces again, and it got them wrong the 2nd or 3rd time. I’m not surprised though, it’s a lot to remember. It took me years to get it right!

[Day ####]

After a few days of the back and forth talking about chess, 23 decides to bring something up to her Overseer. She asks if she can bring the wildlife book in the room, as the creature has been making some major progress, and she wants to prove that it can be safe around other objects. After an apparent review to someone higher than her Overseer, she’s allowed. 

So on the day that she brings it, she shows it to ‘Crowvid’ through the first section of glass. The creature perks up, and then hops over looking excited. Once she’s in the room the animal plops itself down where they normally sit, and she sets the book down, then herself, and opens it to the last page they were on. 

“Ermines, or Stoats, are Mustelids native to Eurasia and North America. They are very brave and sometimes take on prey up to five times their own size!” 

The crow is now settled beside 23’s leg, pressed against it so she can feel it breathing. Or not… It doesn’t seem to be breathing. As she talks, she studies it, watches if its feathers are moving with the motion of breathing or not. After what must be a few minutes, she can’t see anything. Strange. She should write this in her observational notes, but she’s not sure if she wants to.

[Day ####]

On this day, 23’s Overseer had approved a request for her to take a chess set from the Archive into the chamber. 23 was honestly surprised that they had one after she had been searching through the log for over half an hour with no luck, and nothing similar in sight aside from ‘One Complete Connect 4 Set’, but she had still been hopeful. She thought possibly there could be a small plastic set that she could borrow, she didn’t have a set of her own at home, and even if she did, she wouldn’t be allowed to bring personal items into the chambers. If they even had just a little travel set, or one of those ‘5 games in 1’... 

Eventually though, she came across the listing she was hoping for. ‘One Complete Chess Set x1 Board and x34 Chess Pieces’, she wondered at first why there were 34 pieces, when you only need 32, but it was probably the chess nerd in her that was hung up on such a tiny detail. She’d found a set! 

Although, it wasn’t as easy as just grabbing it, stamping something and going on her way. First, she had to sign a lot of forms, one for every single article, each piece has its own complete form, and has a faded letter-number code scrawled on the bottom: White Pawn A-1, White Pawn A-2, etc. Upon the process of signing it out, she found out that there were actually an extra pair of Queens. There's no rule book in the set, so she decided to look up why once she got home, since she had no devices on her to look it up right now.

Once everything's finally checked out, she takes it all down to Crowvid’s chamber, and once inside, sets it up on the floor. The Anomaly even tries to help her set it up. Its awkward and keeps dropping the pieces on their sides as its too big to hover, just tries to take off from the ground and nudge the piece it has along the floor, before it flops down on the floor again, bringing it with them. But it does get them closer to her, and its just nice to interact with it. It becomes a little activity. 23 even tries to see if Crowvid can figure out where each piece goes, and it does get all the pawns in the right places, and the knights and bishops are in the right places after just a little prompt. 

The set is quite big, larger than any board she's played on before, and the pieces are quite heavy, so it can walk over the middle of the board without knocking too much over. She asks it to move one of its pieces first, and it uses a clawed foot to pull a White pawn forward, without even being told which colour to choose. Although the fact that the black pieces are in front of Agent 23 could give that away, if it’s clever enough to take that hint. They make a few moves each, nudging the pawns around, then it hesitates at a non-pawn piece. She reminds it what moves it can make, but forgets to make any hand motions, but it tries to move the piece. It turns out that the piece is too closed in by pawns and it’ll knock them over, so after trying to reach through with a clawed foot, 23 moves the piece for it, and hovers the piece over the possible moves it can make, moving over one space, then the other. The Anomaly nods its head lightly when it’s hovering over a space, and 23 is surprised at the motion, but puts the piece down.

They keep doing this, the Anomaly moving the piece if it can reach, 23 moving for it otherwise. The Agent wins of course, she didn’t want to pull any punches, she just wanted to show it what moves you can make and how to win. The Anomaly seems excited. It jumps up onto her shoulder and she jumps, making a small gasping noise at the sudden contact. The creature jumps too and flies over to the far wall.

A faint alarm goes off with a rotating red light flashing above them. Another Agent enters the first interlock and 23 realises, no; remembers is more accurate, that they’ve been watching the whole time. The new Agent stays in the first interlock but asks Agent 23 if she’s alright. 23 asks them to turn off the alarm and leave… The Agent hesitates for a moment, but looks at the Anomaly, which steps further back, ducking its head with its feathers fluffed up, and they leave. The Alarm turns off. 

23 sits in silence for a while, then puts her hand out to the Anomaly. It doesn’t move. 

Eventually it’s time to end the observation.

#posted ooc. #drabble. #exp ts. #ts pt7. #scp stuff. #Crowvid was Pup's idea thanks Pup #this felt like alot more? but it's not even 1.3k words. hm #I'm messing up some of the “it's” / “its” pronoun stuff bc i get mixed up on when it's a 's or not..... language lol

[bobbinacrosstheequator]

March 24, 2023 (afternoon) North Seymour Island

Ahhhh, nature.  It’s simply hard to beat.  Our last afternoon in the Galapagos was nothing short of spectacular. After a nice lunch on the back deck and a little relaxation, the seas were calm enough so it was time to set off on our final snorkeling adventure.  We launched from the pangas, near some cliffs that extended into the water. Looking down and toward the cliff, we could see lots of big boulders where the beautiful fish could hide.  Cliffs to the right, schools of fish to the left.  And sharks!  Yay! And this time, it wasn’t just fleeting looks, they swam under, toward and away from us.  Medium-sized, some with white tips on dorsal fin and tail. So cool! We spotted a few fur seals darting about under water and were totally satisfied when Carolina called for us to head to the pangas.  And then there was wild fipping and flopping; we could see the fins of multiple rays splashing around at the surface.  Carolina said that anyone still in the water should head that way. Turns out it was a frenzy of mating eagle rays with their polka dotted fins popping in and out of the water.  WOW! Multiple boys trying to get to the girl.  Such a show to end our snorkeling!

And as if to make sure our snorkeling didn’t beat out land activities, our walk in the afternoon was equally amazing. It started out on a sandy path with sea lions hooting and honking and playing in ponds at the shoreline, quite a few yellow iguanas wandering about or posing, and birds birds birds on the inland side.  Loads of frigate birds flew above, and the males - showing off to get the girl - sat on scruffy trees with their red throats inflated and on full display, even from a distance – as Carolina would say: to entice a “girlfriend.” They would flap their wings wildly and call out to get attention.  Turns out mating season is whenever there’s enough food around and the time is now.  Carolina has a sense of humor about the wildlife. In the case of frigate birds, she described the girls as choosing their mates based not only on the male’s looks, but also the “neighborhood” he chose.  We saw some blue-footed boobies up close and personal, one sitting on her two eggs and great views as the two flirted with each other and later as another couple sealed the deal and mated! … doesn’t get more real than that. It was nice that Carolina let us stay at each viewing point long enough to truly appreciate the goings on and the fascinating behaviors of these creatures. And as a tiny bonus, a Sally Lightfoot crab jumped in our boat; Wilfrido gently caught the “hitchhiker” and tossed him back in the water.

Back on the Passion, we had a lovely farewell cocktail with the crew followed by a delightful dinner on the back deck, complete with a birthday cake for someone’s milestone birthday.  HB (tomorrow), Jillebob!

Back in the room, the chaos of packing a duffel – such a challenge, particularly knowing that we have some stringent weight limits coming up in Costa Rica.  We did as much organization as we could bear and then crashed – to wrap up tomorrow morning.

[marryjojo]

How Long Does It Take for Bird Eggs to Hatch?

Hey there! Have you ever wondered how long it takes for those tiny, adorable bird eggs to hatch? It's a fascinating process, and the time it takes can vary a lot between different types of birds. Let's take a closer look and learn about the hatching of bird eggs!

A Little Birdy Told Me: The Hatching Process

Birds lay eggs, and inside each egg, a little baby bird, or chick, develops. For the chick to grow, the egg needs to be kept warm. This is why you often see parent birds sitting on their eggs in a nest - they are keeping them cozy and warm with their body heat, which is a process called incubation. Different Birds, Different Times The time it takes for eggs to hatch depends on the type of bird. Let's check out a few examples: Small Birds Like Sparrows: Their eggs hatch in about 12-14 days. That's about as long as it takes for you to get through two weeks of school! Bigger Birds Like Ducks: Duck eggs take a bit longer, usually about 28 days. That's almost a whole month! Really Big Birds Like Eagles: Eagle eggs can take about 35 days to hatch. That's over a month of waiting! Special Cases: The Emperor Penguin Emperor Penguins are super interesting. The male penguin keeps the egg on his feet under a special flap of skin to keep it warm in the freezing Antarctic. It takes about 65 days for an Emperor Penguin egg to hatch. That's more than two months! Why Does Hatching Time Vary from One Bird to Another? You might be wondering, "Why is there such a big difference in hatching times?" Well, it mostly depends on the bird's size and where they live. Larger birds generally have longer incubation periods. Also, birds that live in colder places might have longer incubation periods to ensure the chick is fully developed and ready to handle the cold.

Incubation Period of Different Birds

The incubation period of birds, which is the time from when an egg is laid until it hatches, varies widely among different species. This period is crucial because during this time, the parent birds keep the eggs at a constant, warm temperature to ensure the healthy development of the chicks inside. Let's explore how this period differs across various types of birds: Type of Bird Incubation Period (Days) Sparrow 10-14 Robin 12-14 Hummingbird 14-18 Pigeon 18-19 Duck 28 Eagle 34-36 Owl 28-35 Emperor Penguin 64-67 Albatross up to 80 This table provides a quick overview of how the incubation period can vary greatly among different bird species, from the relatively short time for sparrows and robins to the much longer periods for Emperor Penguins and Albatrosses. ​ Small Birds Songbirds (like sparrows and robins): Generally, smaller birds have shorter incubation periods. For most songbirds, it ranges from 10 to 14 days. Hummingbirds: Known for being tiny, their eggs can hatch in as little as 14 to 18 days. Medium-Sized Birds Pigeons and Doves: These common city birds usually have an incubation period of about 18 to 19 days. Ducks: For ducks, the period is typically around 28 days, varying slightly among different species. Larger Birds Eagles: These large raptors have an incubation period that can range from 34 to 36 days, reflecting their larger egg size and the longer development time needed. Owls: Depending on the species, owl eggs can take between 28 to 35 days to hatch. Special Cases Emperor Penguins: One of the longest incubators, the male Emperor Penguin keeps the egg on his feet for about 64 to 67 days in the harsh Antarctic conditions. Albatross: These large seabirds have an incubation period that can extend up to 80 days, one of the longest among birds.

Factors Influencing Incubation Periods

The incubation period of bird eggs is a critical stage in the reproductive process, where eggs are kept warm and nurtured until they hatch. The duration of this incubation period can vary significantly among different bird species, and several factors play a crucial role in influencing its length. Here are some key factors that impact the incubation periods of bird eggs: Size of the Bird One of the primary factors affecting the incubation period is the size of the bird species. Generally, larger birds tend to have longer incubation periods compared to smaller ones. This is because larger birds often have larger eggs, and it takes more time for the embryos inside these larger eggs to develop fully. Environmental Conditions Environmental factors play a significant role in determining the length of the incubation period. Birds living in colder climates may experience longer incubation periods. In colder regions, it is essential for the eggs to stay warm and for the embryos to develop adequately before hatching. Longer incubation allows the chicks to be better prepared for the harsh conditions they will face after hatching. Egg Size The size of the eggs themselves is another critical factor. Larger eggs typically require a longer incubation period. This is because there is more material to develop within a larger egg, including the embryo, its organs, and the necessary structures for survival. The extra time allows these processes to occur at a pace that ensures the chick is fully developed upon hatching. In summary, the incubation period of bird eggs is not a fixed duration but varies based on several factors. The size of the bird, environmental conditions, and the size of the eggs all influence how long it takes for an egg to hatch. Nature has finely tuned these variables to ensure that each bird species can adapt and thrive in its specific habitat and conditions, ultimately contributing to the remarkable diversity of bird life on our planet.

Artificial Incubation of Different Birds

Artificial incubation is the process of using man-made methods to hatch eggs instead of relying on the birds to do it naturally. This technique is commonly used in poultry farming, wildlife conservation, and by bird enthusiasts. Let's explore how artificial incubation is applied to different types of birds. Here's a table highlighting the artificial incubation period and conditions for different types of birds: Type of Bird Incubation Period (Days) Temperature (°F) Humidity (%) Chicken 21 99.5 40-50, then 65-75 Duck 28-35 99.5-100.0 50-70 Goose 28-35 99.5-100.0 50-70 Parrot (Small) 18-24 Varies Varies Parrot (Large) 24-28 Varies Varies Endangered Species Varies Varies Varies This table provides an overview of the typical requirements for artificial incubation across various bird types. For chickens, ducks, and geese, the conditions are relatively standard, while for parrots and endangered species, the requirements can vary significantly depending on the specific species. Understanding Artificial Incubation Artificial incubation involves placing eggs in an incubator, a device that maintains the optimal temperature and humidity levels for hatching. The key is to replicate the natural conditions as closely as possible, including turning the eggs regularly to ensure even warmth, just like a parent bird would do. Incubation for Domestic Birds Chicken eggs are commonly incubated artificially, requiring about 21 days at a temperature of around 99.5°F (37.5°C). The humidity is kept at around 40-50% for the first 18 days and then increased to 65-75% for the final days. These waterfowl have a longer incubation period, typically around 28-35 days. They need slightly higher humidity levels than chickens, often between 50-70%. Incubation for Exotic and Wild Birds The incubation periods for exotic birds like parrots vary widely. For instance, small parrots may need about 18-24 days, while larger species like macaws may require up to 28 days. Temperature and humidity requirements can also differ significantly. In wildlife conservation, artificial incubation is critical for endangered birds. Each species has specific needs, and incubation conditions are meticulously controlled to maximize the chances of successful hatching. Special Considerations These are the most critical factors in artificial incubation. Slight deviations can lead to unsuccessful hatching. This mimics the natural behavior of the mother bird and prevents the embryo from sticking to the eggshell. Regular monitoring is essential to ensure the incubator is functioning correctly and the eggs are developing as expected. Artificial incubation plays a vital role in bird breeding, conservation, and research. It requires knowledge, precision, and care to successfully hatch eggs, especially when dealing with rare or exotic species. This technology has enabled us to protect endangered birds and enhance our understanding of avian development.

Conclusion: The Miracle of Life

The journey from egg to chick is like a little miracle. Next time you see a bird's nest with eggs, remember that those eggs are being carefully heated and protected until the little chicks are ready to hatch. It's a big, wide world of birds out there, with each species following its own special timeline to bring new life into the world. So, now you know! Whether it's a tiny sparrow or a majestic eagle, each bird egg has its own schedule for hatching. Isn't nature amazing? The incubation period is a fascinating aspect of bird reproduction, showcasing how different species have adapted their breeding strategies to ensure the survival of their chicks. From the tiny, quickly hatching eggs of hummingbirds to the long wait of the albatross, each bird's incubation strategy is a marvel of nature's adaptability.

FAQs

Do birds sit on their eggs all the time? No, birds do not sit on their eggs all the time. They often take breaks to feed and stretch. However, they ensure the eggs are kept at a consistent temperature, which is crucial for the development of the embryos. Can bird eggs hatch without a mother? Yes, bird eggs can hatch without a mother through artificial incubation, where the eggs are kept in an incubator that maintains the necessary temperature and humidity levels. Do bird eggs need heat to hatch? Yes, bird eggs need heat to hatch. The warmth, either from a parent bird or an incubator, is essential for the development of the embryo inside the egg. How can you tell if a bird egg is alive? To tell if a bird egg is alive, you can perform a process called 'candling,' which involves holding the egg up to a light source to see if there are signs of development, such as blood vessels or an embryo. Can a bird egg survive if cracked? A cracked bird egg has a lower chance of survival. If the crack is minor, it might be repaired with careful handling and special care, but a severely cracked egg is unlikely to hatch successfully. Read the full article

#ArtificialIncubationofDifferentBirds #FactorsInfluencingIncubationPeriods #HowLongDoesItTakeforBirdEggstoHatch? #IncubationPeriodofDifferentBirds

[justiisms]

*kaito's giggling as he's leading his aunt somewhere! he has a gentle but firm grasp as he's holding her hand, occasionally looking back at her to make sure her eyes are closed! then after a bit of walking he'll suddenly stop, letting go of her so he can turn her a little before the sound of an open door can be heard directly in front of her*

"Okay! You can open your eyes now, auntie!" *and when she does, she'll find that she's standing in front of her own bedroom, but now there's dozens of tiny, plush birds scattered around her room! each one was handmade by kaito and are all super soft and squeezable, a bright smile on his face as he looks towards her!*

"Merry Christmas, Aunt Phan~!! I know how much you adore those little plushies the school gave us, so I thought I'd make you some too! Of course, mine are way softer. Nothing less for my auntie! And!!" *he'll reach into two of his plethora of pockets and pull out two, little bird plushies that are clearly based off of popcorn and marinee, proudly holding them in his palms*

"Tada~! I had to get a little help with these two 'cause I knew I wanted to make them extra special. A buddy of mine came over and put in a special mechanism in both of them! Give their heads a little pat, you'll see!" *and if she does, she'll hear the respective bird start to chirp and coo while their tiny wings give a few flaps!!*

With the promise that she will keep her eyes closed, Phan did not open them once as she lets Kaito guide her. Once she heard him stop walking, she did as well, letting Kaito turn her while still keeping her eyes closed.

"Okay!!" Only once she's given the okay to, she opens them; and that's when she sees the wonderful surprise all over her room! "!!!!!!!" A long, soft gasp leaves her. "Oh-! Ohhhh!!! Oh my goodness!!" Her eyes had widened the moment she saw all those bird plushies scattered about her room. "Oh my god!! Such cute birdies!!!" She picks up the closest one by her and hugs it close, loving how soft and squishy it feels when she squeezes it!! "And so soft, too, waaaaah!!!! I love it!! I love them all~!" As she grabs another one to hug and squeeze, she listens to him explain, nodding along. "I see, I see!! Aww you're so sweet!! The fact that you made these, just made me love them even more than ever!!! You did such a great job, Kaito!! They're so sooooft~! Fluffy babies!!!"

And just when she thought she couldn't be happier, he shows her the little plushies based off her own two birds, making her eyes sparkle even brighter than ever!! "Uwaaah!!! It's Marinee and Popcorn!! Aww Kaito, you're so good to me! Please tell your friend I said thank you for his help!" Nodding eagerly, she says - "Okay!!" Before giving their heads a little pat! Hearing them coo and chirp, while flapping their wings like that, makes her start giggling lots as she hugs them close, too!! "Ohhh!! Hehehe, so cute, so cute!! They sound just like my babies~! Ohh I can just tell Marinee and Popcorn will be so curious and excited about them too when I play these in front of them, hehehe... Kaitooo!!!"

Placing the plushies carefully aside, she practically glomps her nephew down in a big hug!! "Thank you thank you thank youuuu~!!!! You're the absolute best ever!! I'm so touched you did all this, for me... I love you so much, my dearest nephew!! I absolutely promise to take 100% care of all of them!! This is the best Christmas ever, ehehe~! I'm gonna have the best sleep later tonight, cuddling with allll my cute plushies, heheheee~!"

#SUPER CUTE!!!! AUNTIE BIRDIE IS SUPER SUPER HAPPY SHE COULD BURST~! #BEING SURROUNDED BY SO MANY CUTE BIRDIE PLUSHIES!! TWO OF THEM LOOKING LIKE THEIR FLUFFY LIL DOTERS AHHHHHH~! #KAITO IS SO SO GOOOOOD!!!! #SHE'LL CHERISH THEM ALL FOREVERRRR!!!! #Phan answers;; #essenceofjustice

[griffintail]

You can either take this as a request or just brainrot with me, whichever you want but: Thinking about Winged! Child! Reader whos like the youngest in SBI Family Au where whenever they see Dadza they rapidly flap their wings because they're really happy seeing him (mostly because of the bird qualities) and they also like chirp a lot. And then here's also just a small event i see happening: Reader is sitting on like a play mat playing with whatever and then there's Tommy just sitting on a couch not to far away. Philza comes from upstairs and asks for Tommy to bring reader to him because he's either about to go on a walk or smth with them (idk). Tommy walks over and picks up reader and starts walking towards Philza. As they're approaching him reader notices Dadza and just reacts like "Father! :D" and starts rapidly chirping, flapping their wings repeatedly, having their hands out reaching for him. As they're flapping their wings, the wings are just constantly slapping tommy in the face. Wilbur and Techno are just somewhere off to the side wheezing at Tommy getting slapped by reader unintentionally. AND to make it slightly more funny / wholesome, the siblings just have this game where like: "If dad asks you to bring y/n over, do it as quick as you can or else you get slapped by the child." If you do ever take this as a request, could you make it a oneshot where its just a day in the life of the family where they struggle getting through the day with reader constantly being happy seeing Dadza or whoever they like? - Bird Anon :> Remember to eat food, drink water, and sleep!

Just Another Day

Pairings: SBI x Reader

Warnings: None :D

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“Boys! Breakfast!” Phil called from downstairs.

Wilbur rubbed his eyes in annoyance before Phil shouted up once more.

“Oh! And someone grab (Y/N)!”

From across his room, he could hear Tommy practically falling out of his bed to scramble up so he didn’t have to get (Y/N). It was the rule between the three of them, whoever was last downstairs in the morning, had to get the small child. Wilbur huffed trying to get up quickly enough to at least beat Techno but as he stepped out of his room while putting his beanie on, Techno smirked from the stairs, Tommy long ago downstairs.

“Damn it,” Wilbur muttered.

“Be quick.” Techno chuckled as he went downstairs.

Wilbur sighed, before going into (Y/N)’s room where they were sleeping soundly in their crib.

“(Y/N),” Wilbur whispered gently as he carefully picked them up. “Time to wake up.”

(Y/N) chirped softly as they grabbed onto Wilbur’s shirt as he held them close to his chest while their wings gave a soft flutter. Wilbur chuckled softly at how adorable they were before going for the stairs.

“Come on songbird, breakfast.” He told them.

Slowly, (Y/N) woke up as Wilbur made it downstairs. It’s not that any of the boys didn’t like the small child, they were simply too adorable to dislike in the slightest. They just got a tad bit overexcited when…

“There you are kiddo.” Phil smiled at the winged child in Wilbur’s arms.

Quickly, Wilbur went to put them in their high chair as they chirped excitedly seeing Phil. He grinned in triumph as he managed to put them in their chair with only getting smacked in the arm by one of their wings. It was no secret (Y/N) loved their father.

Tommy was the first to find out the hard way how much (Y/N) loved Phil. Phil had been building (Y/N)’s room to finally have them move out of his room and was going to take a walk with (Y/N) for a quick break. He told Tommy to bring them to the front door as he quickly got changed. Tommy had picked them up from their blocks and waited by the front door until Phil came over. (Y/N) gave an excited chirp and all Tommy then saw was wings as they quickly flapped their wings against his face.

Techno and Wilbur had laughed their asses off at the time but had then since fallen victim to the same attack. Now it was always a fight to bring (Y/N) to Phil.

“Ok little crow. Calm down.” Phil chuckled gently running a hand over their head before handing out plates.

Though the reaction was very cute when they were alone in their chair, chirping as they tried to leave their seat to get to their father.

After breakfast, Phil took them on his own to spend some time with them. He played for a while but of course, he had to eventually work. So, Tommy sat on the floor with the small child as Phil worked in his office till (Y/N)’s nap time.

“Alright, I need to get a drink. Stay here.” Tommy told (Y/N) before going to the kitchen.

(Y/N) watched him before looking at their toys, making little noises as they did before they spotted one of Phil’s crows flying from the window and into the house. Making noises, their wings flapped as they tried to stand up. They managed on their feet but with their wings flapping, they quickly became unbalanced.

“Shit!” Tommy swore as he came back out and dove quickly catching (Y/N) as they fell over almost landing on their wings.

(Y/N) clapped their hands as Tommy groaned in slight pain from his quick save.

“Tommy, you better not be swearing around (Y/N),” Phil called from his office.

At the sound of Phil’s voice, (Y/N) once more flapped their wings and Tommy quietly swore as they hit him in the face.

“No, never Phil,” Tommy called back as he held (Y/N) from him as he sat up. “Alright, knock it off.”

Naptime came and eventually went as Phil was off to trade in a close-by village. (Y/N) woke up before he got home though and they whined in their crib. Tommy had gone to visit Tubbo and Wilbur had left to play a few new songs out in public, leaving Techno at home where he stayed to read. He sighed quietly hearing the small child and got up, going into (Y/N)’s room and carefully picking them up. Their wings flapped in annoyance, hitting Techno’s arms and chest, that Techno wasn’t Phil.

“Come on kid. Phil will be back in a little while.” Techno told them as he went downstairs, back into the living room where he had been reading.

(Y/N) wings still flapped and Techno hummed as he sat down.

“Now, I know you’re just trying to get a story out of me.” He said carefully balancing the child as he picked up his book. “Alright, here’s the story of Nemesis.”

He started to read the story and (Y/N) slowly started to relax before the flapping stopped and before long, the tiny winged folk was asleep once more in Techno’s arms. He nodded as he closed the book before laying back on the couch. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep as well, both siblings napping soundly.

When Phil came home, he came in as quietly as he could, going towards the kitchen to put down his trades but awed softly seeing pair asleep. Phil put down his things before trying to carefully pick (Y/N) up but the young child woke up and fluttered their wings happily as they saw Phil. The older man winced as their wings hit Techno’s face and the piglin hybrid grunted as Phil moved back with his child.

“Sorry, mate,” Phil said.

“Eh, it was time to get up anyway.” Techno rubbed his eyes.

“I’m very glad you’re always happy to see me little crow, but we do need to practice your control over your wings,” Phil told them as he went to have them sit in their playpen.

“That’d be nice I think for all of us,” Techno commented and Phil chuckled softly.

It was just another day in the Minecraft household.

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General Taglist: @devilchicc @technoblades-sword

#sbi x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt reader insert #mcyt oneshots #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader

[tsaritza-mika]

The Main 6 As Pet Parents

Oh the serotonin these images grant me... ^o^

Asra

Used to cast tiny emoji illusion spells on Fausts’ egg before she hatched so the conversations wouldn’t feel so one-sided

It was totally love at first sight when she hatched. The moment he saw those tiny ruby eyes looking up from her egg, he’d do anything and everything for this tiny wonder

Had let baby Faust take naps while hidden in the floof that is his hair. It was especially good when it was cooler out, so she could still be close, hidden, and sun adjacent

Asra teared up somethin’ fierce when he first heard her tiny voice call out to him. He knew what it meant, and it was such a relief and comfort at the time

Also had to go back and correct her, because let’s be real here, Faust’s first word was a bad one XDDD

Kept her egg and used magic to carefully preserve it in its original shape, and on her first birthday, Faust chose the colors, and Asra painted and decorated it

Like most parents, Faust was gifted with so many adorable tiny sweaters, capes, hats, collars, and anything else Asra could make into something fashionable-looking

Nadia

Her heart melted the first time she watched Chandra’s tiny head swiveling all around after first bringing her home. It was so adorable she just had to give her a treat for existing

Was then horrified the first time she heard such an adorable little owlette screech like the howling of the damned!! How could something that precious let out sounds from the depths of Hell!?

Poured all her free time into making little toys and puzzles for her to solve and play with. Also took a lot of notes when it seemed she liked one for more than a few hours. Obviously it’s research into making more perfect toys for her

Felt honored when Chandra gifted her with a perfect feather on her birthday

Shared nuts and fruits during relaxation times

You’d be lying if you said Nadia doesn’t ask Chandra her opinion on what jewelry goes best with what outfits. Chandra knows her best after all, so she would know

Nadia will deny it until after the end of time itself, but she HAS tried to see what her baby crown looks like on Chandra’s head. She has totally NOT done this. It would be so undignified and demeaning ...it does look adorable on her little feathered head though

Julian

Let’s be real here, Malak was *not* a pretty baby bird XDDDD Baby ravens are terrifying looking, but you try telling that to this tall crying man as he holds that little screeching floof-ball in his hands

Complete and total balancing act between scientific approach (occasional growth measurements, exact nutritional needs at varying ages), with total softy for his little bundle of paranoia (tiny sweaters until more feathers grow in, can’t deny him anything he wants to try eating, soooooo many puzzle toys)

Was very nervous when Malak started showing signs of trying to fly. He didn’t want him to get hurt, so he was only allowed to try after the ground was littered with pillows

Just, the proudest bird-dad when Malak was finally strong enough to fly without help. So much telling him how proud he was and how strong those little wings have gotten... HE’S NOT CRYING, HE’S JUST GOT SOMETHING IN HIS EYES!!

Used to have a tiny harness/jacket with a leash to make sure Malak stayed close by. Didn’t want him to fly off and get lost in unfamiliar places

The look of absolute joy on Julian’s face when petting this little birdie, and then seeing him lean into the scritches and his tail feathers flapping... chef’s kiss

They totally make weird noises together. Come on, none of us are shocked, so don’t even try

Portia

Silent screaming the first time Pepi had a very tiny tongue blep. In fact, most of her life has now become silent screams at this tiny creature and her existence

Has way too much fun watching her hop through the tall flowers in her garden

ALL THE TOYS!! SO MANY TOYS!!!

Cat collar fashion show~!!! As if Portia could only pick one! This one has little daisies on it, that one has little fish bones, and that one...<gasp>...RHINESTONES FOR A LITTLE PRINCESS!!!

The most gentle of chiding when Pepi started trying to use her bedpost as a scratching post. It only happened a few times, and sometimes while holding her, Portia goes back to her bedroom to show her the tiny scratch marks

It’s official from day one: Pepi has her own photo gallery. She’s just perfect from every angle!!

Totally used a small molding pan to make a blended seafood dinner in the shape of a fish for Pepi’s birthdays. Yes, there were also tiny party hats and a candle involved. There may also be a photo of the year Pepi got too close and her little eyebrow whiskers melted off...

Muriel

Muriel is the literal picture of the ‘I’ve only had her for a day but if anything ever happened to Inanna, I’d kill everyone here and then myself’ meme. Not really, but the threat is enough to stop anybody who might try being that stupid

Absolutely incapable of hiding the smile when she hops to keep up with his long stride because puppies can’t run just yet

The best thing ever is when he notices that her ears and paws are SO BIG when she’s still so little

Will very much hold the other end of the tug-of-war rope in his mouth and softly growl when they play, but only if he’s sure they’re alone

It only took one time for Muriel to decide that shared bath time is both easier, and an overall time saver. Also it leaves his room far less wet than the first time

Has, and will always mimic her movements on the floor when it’s playtime. This will always end with smiles and quiet laughter

Nearly cried when she came over whining after he accidentally hurt himself while making food. Her concern was so sweet and selfless, and when she tried to help kiss it better... Inanna got special treats later

Lucio

The moment he first saw those twin mis-matched eyes, he knew it was destiny. These were his babies, and they were perfect

Had a literal identity crisis when Mercedes nipped Melchior’s ear. His baby boy is hurt, but...THE PRINCESS!! HOW DOES ONE CHOOSE BETWEEN TWO PERFECT BABIES!?

Nothing but the best available dog food. Top of the line, best nutrition and health needs met. But what’s this? You want a piece of Daddy’s steak? Yes of course we can share, my darlings!!

Soooo many joint portraits with the three of them. Every holiday card, fashion photos, and any random selfies has to have all three of them sharing the glory

Went through so many varying collars before finally commissioning the golden ones with the rubies. Finally, collars that are just as beautiful and perfect as his babies

Totally takes it as a compliment when they howl alongside Daddy when he sings in the bath/shower

The best time of day is when it’s time for walkies~!! It let’s the babies exercise, and let’s Daddy get some fresh air

#the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #the arcana asra #nadia satrivana #the arcana nadia #julian devorak #the arcana julian #ilya devorak #the arcana ilya #portia devorak #the arcana portia #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana muriel #count lucio #lucio morgasson #the arcana game lucio #montag morgasson #headcanons

[theramseyloft]

Opinion on Lahores? What about birhinham and parlor tumblers?

,Lahore pigeons are a Color and Structure exhibition breed named after the city in Pakistan where they were developed.

Lahore are a big, feisty breed. More of both of those things than most people tend to expect them to be!

They are much more likely to bond through combativeness than cuddling, so avoid these if you were looking for a cuddle bug.

Even more than other pigeons, the Lahore will fight God over what they consider their nest space!

They are excellent parents and foster parents if the egg or peep you give them is a good size.

Their defensiveness of their nest can make them set too tight on eggs and crush them, though, so only bother an individual on a nest that you have a comfortable enough relationship not to scare.

Only the American variant of this breed has muffs this painfully extravagant.

Pakistani Lahore only have grouse muffs, and most other counties that imported them kept the original standard.

Birmingham Rollers are a generally small, high energy performance breed.

Size and structure can vary from bloodline to bloodline, as these are strictly selected for performance.

Birmingham Rollers perform in small flying groups called Kits, from which they roll in tandem, with the ideal average being around 20 revolutions per roll.

Rolling is not a seizure, contrary to popular belief.

The behavior is an excited stim, supported in the roller breeds by an especially flexible tail.

They have full control of when to begin a roll, and only struggle to straighten if the tail is too loose and cannot be leveled.

Birmingham Rollers, because of being bred towards an inclination for a happy/excited stim, are high energy, generally very exuberant bird.

Human-social individuals are very affectionate, but tend not to like to hold still for long.

This is more a bird that will frequently appear on hour head, shoulder, arm, or knee, preen you, see what you are doing, and then zoom off to go explore or immediately instigate a play fight or chase game than a cuddle bug that will just let you pet it for hours.

They are a lot of fun, and one of the fittest breeds with an excellent immune system.

Their generally tiny stature makes them very easy to comfortably house.

Who ever took that and made the Parlor Tumbler, who can't even get off the ground, is a fucking monster.

The following video is competitive animal abuse.

You have been warned.

This is not s seizure.

This bird is bred specifically for musculoskeletal deformities that make maintaining its balance impossible until its wings stop moving.

Unbalanced pigeons instinctively flap to right themselves.

But the Parlor Roller's wing set causes each flap to pull its head back and tail up and force it backwards on a gust of air.

Each attempt to right itself only throws it more off balance, sending the bird into a flailing panic, the length of which is judged.

Those of you who can stomach it, watch this bird until the run ends.

Several times the official timing the bird warns that there are hawks circling and instructs the bird's owner to keep close to it, but they alternately back away, skip, or stamp to keep it rolling when ever it tries to seek shelter in their shadow.

The second exhaustion prevents it from flapping any more, it pops back upright.

This breed is not remotely ethical.

[transmascnaotoshirogane]

little flight

,,,look. today has been the worst mental day for me in a while, and i wanted to feel better so Tiny Four on a Tiny Birb :]

relationships; Sheerow & Four, Sky & Four

ao3 link; x

Four hummed, pushing through the grass. Four needed some alone time, and the best way to have alone time is to, well, shrink down to the size of a minish. There was a clearing near Legend’s house with a perfect sized tree stump, so he snuck there to shrink. Four made it to the dirt path, smiling before he jumped at the sight of a familiar, white and blue avian creature in front of him, beady red eyes staring at him. “Hey Sheerow..”Four spoke carefully, unaware if she could actually see him. He got a curious nudge to confirm that, yes, she could see him. Sheerow kept nudging Four, seeming to be trying to achieve something. “Ah—Ah, what is it? What do you need?” She didn’t respond, simply flicking him up and making him sit on her back. “Sh—Sheerow?”Four mumbled, a little worried. His worry heightened when she began flapping her wings. “Sheerow?” Instead of a response, Sheerow took off into the air, prompting the tiny hero to grab onto her. Four took a breath, shutting his eyes tightly. Shakily, he opened his eyes. We’re pretty high up… Where is she taking us? Four sat up straight, grey eyes scanning the sky. Is this how Sky feels with Crime?? Must be… I can see why he likes this…it’s beautiful in the sky. Four smiled, getting over his initial fear. It really is beautiful. Four’s eyes shifted to a strange mix of purple and red as he finally relaxed. Blue and Green are terrified, but…man…Vio and Red are having the time of their lives. Sheerow swooped down before shooting back up, doing a small loop in the air. “Where—Where are we going, girl?”He breathed out, looking at her. Sheerow simply kept flying, letting out a few small chirping noises. I don’t understand what she says. Me neither… Four just nodded, pretending he understood as she swerved between the trees. She flew through Kakariko with him on her back, and then looped back just as the sun began to set. Gently, Sheerow perched herself on the roof of Legend and Ravio’s house, allowing Four to climb off. “Man…”Four mumbled, sitting on the roof and watching the sunset with Sheerow. “Sky’s lucky to have loftwings. Isn’t he, girl?”He glanced at Sheerow, who nudged her head into his tiny, outstretched palm. “Yeah..” He sat there in a comfortable silence, leaning against Sheerow as he watched the sun fade and sky turn dark. “Hey,”Four whispered, and the bird turned her attention to the tiny hero. “Think you can take me back to the clearing now? I need to be big again.” The bird chirped in response, allowing him onto her back as she flew back to the clearing, dropping the hero onto the stump. After growing back to normal size, Four shot the avian a smile. She looped around his head a few times, before the two made their way back to the house. Four pushed the door open, Sheerow gently resting on top of his head. “Hey, I’m back.” The chain glanced over, and Ravio smiled upon seeing the colourful hero. “Awe, she likes you!” “She’s been with me for a few hours,”Four admitted. “Everyone loves me after a few hours.”He winked, drawing some laughter out from the group. Four sat on the ground near the window, letting Sheerow fly off to her cage. The cage..doesn’t have a door, and it has a lot of soft fabrics and small, handmade cushions in there. She looks very comfortable in it, at least. Four hummed, glancing at Sky. Sky is sitting on the floor, playing with a feather. It’s a big, red one. “Hey.”Four spoke up, catching the skyloftians attention. “Where’d you get that?” “This?”Sky questioned, holding up the feather. His eyes lit up when Four nodded. “Oh! It’s from my loftwing, Crime!” “What’s it like having a loftwing?” Sky smiled, and the two spent the rest of the night talking about loftwings. Four found himself shrunken down and waiting on the tree stump the next morning. He doesn’t really expect Sheerow to show up again..but it would be nice. His eyes lit up when she flew over, plopping down next to him on the stump. “Hey,”He started, smiling gently. “Wanna go on another flight?” The bird—he still isn’t convinced that Sheerow is a bird—chirped, nudging him again until he

climbed onto her back. The two took to the skies again, Four with less fear than he did the day before. He actually sat up straight, a grin on his face as the wind blew his hair back. This is amazing!! I can’t believe we were so scared of this yesterday… I hate this. I want down. I also think I prefer being on the ground. Four laughed softly at the contrast between the colours, gently patting Sheerow’s head. The bird swooped around in a loop once, twice, three times to show her appreciation for the head pat. Four watched the ground, and paused when he saw Sky sitting under a tree. He was playing his harp, with the loftwing feather in his hair. An idea popped up, and Four smiled. “Hey, Sheerow! Wanna go say hi to Sky?” She chirped again, heading down in that direction. Sheerow landed on the skyloftians shoulder, and Sky jumped a bit. He opened his mouth to say something—but Four was quicker. “Sky, look!”Four laughed, a big smile on his little face. “I’m like you!” Sky went quiet, eyes locked on the tiny Four on Sheerow’s back. After a minute, Four looked nervous. “Sky..?” “Oh you’re the cutest thing I have ever seen.”Sky blurted out, purely amazed by the sight. “How..?” “Um. Magic.”Four caught on, smiling. “It’s a good way to be alone. But then Sheerow forced me to fly around with her yesterday, and I agreed to it again!” “That’s why you were so interested in loftwings..?”Sky smiled, gently patting Sheerow’s head to keep the bird occupied. Four nodded quickly, before his attention was grabbed by the sight of Legend walking over. “Ah—I need to go get back to size. Sorry, Sky..” “No, it’s okay.”Sky mumbled, still utterly fascinated as Sheerow flew the tiny hero back to the clearing. Sky has never cried of pure joy before, but he did in that moment.

#four writes #fours linked universe tag #linked universe #lu #lu four #linked universe four #lu sheerow #linked universe sheerow #lu sky #linked universe sky #rainbow road #hylias boyfriend #minish four #lu fic #linked universe fic #lu fanfic #linked universe fanfic

[dabiboy]

It came out a little long, but here it is. Sick dad!Hawks. Hope you guys like it 🥺

Sick Bird

Hawks had to leave the agency as soon as he got there, his eyebags, red nose, and the vomit were enough to send him back home. Thankfully, he was home alone. You were at your agency, and Haru was still at school, and according to Hawks's calculations for the time Haru was going to be home, he was going to feel better.

Big lie.

Hours moved on, and he started feeling worse. And then, the door opened. Damned school transport and their puctuality, he cursed. Hawks got up fast enough, washed his face and made his way to the living room, smiling wide at the sight of his baby boy.

"Chicken nugget!" Hawks chirped, happy but weak at the same time.

"Daddy!" Haru dropped his bag and ran towards Keigo, holding onto his leg. "Why are you here?"

"I could leave early today, I-" cough. A very ugly cough.

"Are you ok, dad?" Haru asked, voice full with concern.

"Shit" He cursed under his breath "I'm fine, I just feel a little sick, that's all" before he could smile at the golden eyed boy, Hawks felt the shivers running down his spine, and cold sweat covering the body under the tank top. Fever, awesome.

Haru was about to speak, but Hawks went as fast as possible to the bathroom, he had dignity and he was not throwing up in front of his child. But to his misfortune, Haru was standing right outside the bathroom, a panicked expression on his face.

"Daddy?"

"I'm ok chicken wing, just wait outside k'?" Hawks said before starting throwing up again.

And he did as told, Haru waited until Hawks had washed his mouth and had brushed his teeth, the older gave a tired smile to the little one.

"Do we go to see the doctor?" Haru asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Nah, I'm fine. Is just something I ate. Wanna go play something?" Keigo rested a hand on Haru's shoulder, but right there he felt like vanishing.

A dizzy sensation took over him, making him close his eyes and fall. Luckily, the bed was right there and he ended up sitting there.

"Dad!" His little wings puffed, but Hawks was... Asleep? Passed out?  Using his wings and what he had learnt so far, he flapped his wings to fly above the bed, using all of his strength to drag Hawks and put him in a comfortable position, puting a blanket on him. Hawks opened his tired eyes, smiling at him.

"Did you just fly? I heard your wings flapping, buddy. Gimme fi-h" his voice was low but full with proud, and then his eyes closed again.

Haru tried to calm down, was his dad ok? What was he supposed to do? He went to the kitchen to get his dad a glass of water. Should he get pills? But what kind? And then it hit him. Hawks's phone.

Instintively, he looked through all the contacts and called the one saved as "babybird🥰" the emoji and nickname he usually called you at home were the perfect hint. After a few rings, you picked up. But Haru spoke faster.

"Mom, daddy's sick and now he's not opening eyes, and and I don't know what to do"

"Baby? Ok, relax, take a breath. Was he hit by a quirk? Wait a minute, where are you?"

"He was here when I got home from school, and then he throw up, and then he fell asleep and I- I'm scared"

"I see, but take it easy my boy, ok? He's probably just sick, I'm on my way, I should be there in a few minutes"

And those twenty minutes felt like hours. Haru remembered those times when he was sick, and how you put wet towels on his forehead, arms, and belly to reduce the temperature. And so he did. He damped some towels in wet and cold water, it was hard to put them because Hawks was laying on his side thanks the wings, and even his wings looked down. Then, he remembered that he had to drink lots of water, but Hawks wasn't drinking any. Apparently the glass wasn't working, so he went back to the kitchen and grabbed his juice sip bottle, pouring some water in it. Once back with Keigo, he put the bottle neae his lips, and he smiled when Keigo unconsciously took a sip.

You opened the door, feeling worried at the uncommon silence, because every time it was just Haru and Keigo, it was chaotic.

"Baby?" You called, and when you entered to the room, Haru got down quickly as ever and ran towards you, pulling your jeans.

"He is sleeping all day, and I don't know what to do" you could swear tears were forming in his eyes. Haru loved his dad, he was always strong, laughing, playing with him, fighting the bad guys, and now? Laying there, pale as ever, and looking tired.

"Take it easy, I'm sure he's just sick. He'll be fine" you look at the damped towels, his tiny bottle filled with water, and of course his dino plushie. He had been next to Keigo all the time. "You did amazing little chick, you're truly a hero" you encouraged him and kissed Haru's forehead.

"Can you help him?" Haru almost plead, his dad being more important than being praised.

"Yes, let's get to work"

Quickly, you got some medicine so you could wake him up and got him something to eat. "Kei, baby wake up" you caressed his locks "you need to take some medicine" slowly, he opened his eyes and smile weakly at you.

"Hey there you beautiful" and then, his eyes went to Haru "Hey buddy"

"Dad! Are you ok?" He got to the side of the bed quicky.

"Yes champ, I'm good" He used his hand to caress Haru's cheek. "Sorry you had to take care or your old man" Keigo tried to laugh, but ended up coughing "But thank you, you're my little hero" A smile.

"You... You're not dying, aren't you?" A single tear rolled down his face, finally relaving all of his concerns.

"No way, I'm sticking here for a long while" Keigo wiped Haru's tear with his thumb, but you noticed something odd in Hawks.

"Haru, can you go and take the veggies out of the fridge so I can make some soup?"

"Yes!" He nodded, clean the rest of his tears and ran to the kitchen.

"He was here all the time" you said, helping Keigo to sit down on the bed so he could take the medication "you ok?" You asked

"Yeah, I tried to stay strong but guess I failed" low chuckle "me? Yes, I..." He looked away, feeling pressure inside his chest "I just remembered when I was around Haru's age, my parents would tell me that I was just a bother, and now... Now he took care of me, you came too and..." A single tear fell down his cheek "My five year old me wouldn't believe me If I told him how lucky I got" he laughed, in a kind of sad way as he cleaned his cheek with the side of his hand. You hugged him, and his arms embrace you immediately.

"You'll always have us, I promise you that" you whispered, kissing his temple.

"Thank-"

"Daddy?" Haru looked from the door, feeling worried when he saw his father's puffy eyes.

"Hey bud" Hawks smiled, cleaning his tears again "C'mere" he called him, and pulled him in his arms so he could sit on his lap.

"Why are you crying? Is he ok mommy?" Haru looked at you, but you let Hawks speak.

"Yes, and yes. I'm just happy and thankful for having both of you, thank you for being with my today, my chicken wing" Keigo smiled and hugged Haru too, kissing his temple. "I love you, so much" then, his eyes went your way "And I love you too, angel"

Hawks couldn't believe the fact, that now he had everything he ever wanted. Everything.

#hawks x reader #hawks headcanons #hawks #my hero academia hawks #mha hawks #bnha hawks #hawks imagine #keigo takami mha #keigo takami imagine #keigo takami

[sergeantsporks]

The Babysitter’s Coven

Rating: Teen, Gen

There's a lot that goes on in the emperor's coven behind the scenes, some of which even Hunter doesn't know about.

AKA, the scouts are all secretly teaming up behind Hunter's back to parent him.

CW: Implied/referenced child abuse

Ao3

Ch 4/10 I Made a Deal with the Devil, and the Devil is a Tiny Red Bird

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

Where is that blasted book?

Henderson ran his finger down the row of coven library books, rubbing his eyes. It was too late for this—but he’d blown up his own potions book and needed to find a replacement before his simmering potion got out of control.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft snore, and he back-tracked out of the book row. The golden guard was passed out at one of the tables, a book in front of him. Henderson shook his head, wandering over.

“So that’s why Paul couldn’t find you,” Henderson murmured. He gingerly extracted the book his commanding officer was using as a pillow, flipping the cover forward.

A Study of Palisman and Their Habits: How to Care for Your Best Friend.

“Now, what do you need with this?”

The golden guard, predictably, didn’t answer. Henderson sighed, and picked his boss up, throwing him over one shoulder, picking up the book in his free hand.

“Okay, bedtime for you.”

He shifted and grumbled in his sleep, but didn’t wake up. Henderson shook his head, peering out the library door both ways for any other scouts before jogging through the hallways, carrying his boss up to his bedroom. He pushed against the door. Titan, it was a mess in here. Henderson dumped the golden guard on his bed and set the book down on the counter. He turned to go, and then something small and red caught his eye in the chaos, and he crossed the room to pick up a small statue of a cardinal.

A Study of Palisman and Their Habits: How to Care for Your Best Friend.

That’s wild magic.

It’s forbidden, especially for a member of the emperor’s coven.

Oh, boy, kid. What have you gotten yourself into?

Henderson shook the bird slightly. “I’m not stupid, I know you’re a palisman. Quit pretending.”

It sprang to life, pecking at his fingers. Henderson held on tighter. “Hey—quit that!” he hissed in a whisper, “I’m not going to hurt you, or him! Ow!” he glanced back at the golden guard, who snored on. “You want to wake him up?”

To his surprise, the bird settled down, chirping softly. Henderson set the bird down gently on the shelf.

“A palisman.” He shook his head. “Look, I don’t know what you think you’re doing—bonding to the head of the emperor’s coven? Are you crazy? You’ll get killed, or you’ll get him in trouble! Is that what you want?!”

The bird warbled angrily, and flapped over to the guard, snuggling down into his hair, glaring at Henderson.

Henderson held his hand out. “Look. I’m just trying to help him. I’m sure you are, too. We can work together, okay? I’ll help him where I can, you help him where you can, deal?”

It eyed his hand suspiciously.

“I’m not planning on telling anyone he’s got a palisman up here.”

He felt a momentary flash of guilt at the idea of hiding this from Jean, but shook it away. She played by the rules, she kept to coven standards while leaning around where it was possible to help the golden guard. She’d feel obligated to report the bird, no matter how bad she felt about it—he, on the other hand, didn’t have any inclination to do so.

The bird hopped onto his hand, chirping and nodding its head.

Henderson glanced down at his boss. Still asleep—good. There’d be no end of trouble if he woke up. Don’t want to disappear like Flavius. “There we go. It’ll be our secret, just you, me, the golden guard, eh?”

The bird flew up, landing on a piece of paper, hopping up and down. Henderson crept over, and it pecked at a singular word over and over.

Hunter.

“Hunter,” Henderson muttered, “Is that your name?”

The bird shook its head, flying a circle around the golden guard.

“That’s… his name?”

It nodded, and perched on Henderson’s shoulder, warbling softly.

Henderson scooped the bird up, setting it back on the shelf. “Alright, we’re a team, now, I guess. Don’t tell him about this, okay? I could get in trouble.”

It nodded, turning back into a statue. Henderson shook his head, casting one last look at the golden guard—at Hunter. How had he managed to sleep through that?

Titan, kid.

Forget the emperor putting you in danger, you’ve got a knack for finding it yourself.

Henderson looked both ways outside of the door and slipped out, closing it behind him. Hopefully, Hunter would assume he’d wandered up to his room while half asleep and wouldn’t question how he’d gotten there.

“I don’t know how he survived the crash, but he won’t this time.”

Henderson paused at Kikimora’s voice, and sidled up close to the door she was behind, straining to hear.

“But ma’am—”

“Captain, I am almost certain that he’s the one who caused me to lose the palisman. And what does he have to show for it? Nothing. He didn’t bring back the palisman himself, so he must have been in cahoots with someone to steal them away from Belos. He’s obviously a traitor. He’s managed to lie to the emperor, but I know better.”

Based on the shape Hunter had been in when he’d returned from his mission, Henderson highly doubted that coming back without the palisman had been a choice. Traitor indeed.

Well.

There was the matter of the palisman that he likely WAS hiding.

Henderson shook the thought away.

He’s just a curious kid who found something new. He’s not a traitor.

“Belos is relying on ME to solve… internal problems. And the golden guard is starting to become one.”

Was Flavius an ‘internal problem’?

“Of course, Ma’am.”

“So I need to solve this. Quickly. Efficiently.”

“What is it you need me to do?”

“Easy enough. Swap out his staff with this one.”

“What does it… do?”

“Same thing his real one does. Except, this one is a bit… faulty. A bit finicky. Happens sometimes with magical items, especially experimental ones. It will work just fine one moment, and the next…” a finger click. “No more problem.”

“Understood, ma’am. I’ll take care of it.”

Henderson backed away from the door before they left, jogging briskly down the hallways.

How do I stop them?

Switch the staff out? But then he’d have to steal the real one back from Kikimora—not an appealing thought.

Kikimora already has a track record of failing to kill him—maybe Jean’s right, maybe I just leave it, and he’ll handle himself.

Nah, who was he kidding. Jean had just suspected that Kikimora was going to kill Hunter—there hadn’t been anything she could do. He knew exactly what the emperor’s assistant was planning—he couldn’t just sit by and watch Hunter self-destruct—literally.

Besides, I made a deal with a bird.

Next

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #toh ocs #the babysitter’s coven #toh hunter #toh lil rascal #the golden guard #henderson #my writing #kikimora

[downywrites]

bird took request and wrote it. bird hope’s its oke. It’s late here I will die thanks

Ask here

Aww, thanks mate. I really appreciate it! Let’s get on with the writing, shall we?

It was a known fact that Schlatt was not the nicest of people. The ram constantly pissed people off, made rules that made the others spiteful, and, to put it simply, enraged his subjects. And, boy, did they love to voice it. Quackity groaned loudly, slamming his face into the desk of papers he had. The worst part? It didn’t even hurt. The paperwork stacks were big enough that his face never made contact with the table. The vice president’s wings flapped slightly in their work binds. “Why is there so fucking much?!?”

Tubbo sighed, ears flicking downwards even more, scuffing his hoof on the floor dejectedly. “I dunno, man. Is this just the same letter, mailed like 17 different times?” A tired puff of air escaped his mouth as he glared tiredly at a veritable pile of angrily sign letters, each with the same to and from. The duo’s tempers were building to a breaking point. Tubbo ground his hoof into the unpolished floors as he grit his teeth. “Shouldn’t Schlatt be here to at least see what they are saying? He really doesn’t understand his people…”

Quackity scoffed at the goat hybrid’s words, hands itching to yank the old, musty books from the presidents that had preceded the fool that currently controlled the country. The duck pulled off his work restraints that he wore, unloosening the leather straps and letting them fall on the floor. “I’m done with this shit. It’s time to make him pay.” Tubbo shied away from the idea. “I don’t think that’s a good idea...he might kill us if we do anything bad to him.” The other turned around, eyes gleaming with the man’s old playfulness. “Nah, we’ll do something bad that he can’t prove. Something so devious, that stupid grass-grazer wouldn’t see it coming.” He rubbed his hands together, chuckling like a madman while ignoring the protest of the other herbivore in the room. “Hey, I’m also a-” “Tubbo.”

The smaller of the two stepped back into a small pile of letters, nervousness spiking at the change of tone. “I- uh, sorry?” Quackity clapped his hands together. “We strike at dawn.” Sighing with relief, Tubbo nodded, ears flopping slightly as he did so. He headbutted the other carefully, tail wagging when the other pat his head a little. “You really don’t give a fuck what Schlatt says about your butting tendencies, do ya?” Tubbo giggled, a light, reedy sound that echoed slightly in the absence of the person who usually occupied the place. “Yeah, nah. I don’t think Schlatt cares about me enough to worry about that.”

Quackity wanted to say otherwise, eyes glancing to his desks and back to the minor. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words refused to come out, jamming and freezing up right before he could say anything. Shutting his mouth so he didn’t look like a fool, the gambler watched as the land-dwelling hybrid sorted through some of the piles with careful hands. A sense of warmth and fondness grew in his heart before he could put it out. He shook his head vigorously at the thought. ‘No, I can’t bond with him. A gambler never shows his cards.’

Another voice in his head disagreed with his words, slamming their cards down on the table. “Well, are we a gambler right now, or are we a vice president? It's a change, Quackity. You need to understand. Tubbo loves you. Are you going to love him back, or make him sad?’ One of his hands came to rub at his temple. ‘Damn, I didn’t think that taking such a random spot in the cabinet would make me have to change so many of my habits.’ Ironically enough, Tubbo piped up at that very moment.

“Hey, as the vice president of the whole of the country, I think you could answer a few of these ourselves!”” His ears perked up in excitement, his little puffy tail wagging behind him as he sorted out some of the lesser complaints and twirled a fountain pen in between his fingers. Sitting down on one of the couches, his eyes scanned over one of the letters, wincing at the harshness of the words on the weak parchment. The sound of the pen nib scratching against the back of the paper cut through the silence in the room adjoining the office. Wings flapped slightly as he moved. Sitting down carefully next to the younger, he crossed his legs over each other, eyes glancing at the squid ink on the paper.

After a while of silent writing, his voice, croaky from smoke and yelling and all that which is bad, escaped him. “Hey, you know, I never really got to tell you my plan.” A small, little breezy laugh from the other. His voice rang out, all sweet and flowery, like a bee that had just landed on a flower, yet sharp underneath, like the stinger nestled deep in the insect’s body. “Go on, tell me big man. I’d like to hear it.” Their voices intertwined as the rain poured outside, drumming melodically on the old shingles of the presidential house.

The calm never lasted long enough for anyone’s liking. The lights of the sun’s first rays slipped through the room, casting a dancing shimmer onto Tubbo and Quackity’s resting faces. The duck hybrid blinked himself awake, wincing at the light drilling into his eyes from the stained glass window. “Ugh..” Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, he winced at the pop and crunch of his joints shifting. “Ouch. Bad sleeping positions can suck my dick.”

The duck hybrid craned his neck to look at the other sleeping figure, unsurprised at the sight of the much heavier sleeper still passed out on the couch where he was working last night. The boy looked so calm, his face a shade of yellow and gold from the morning light. Quackity couldn’t help but smile at him. The peaceful scene would be adorable in any place, in any setting.

But he knew that the peace wouldn’t stay for long. Once the day began, there would be lots of work to do. All of the papers that he and his ally had not finished would be a problem to solve, that was for sure. It didn’t help that Tubbo tried to make each letter he answered thoughtful and carefully worded, making it even longer to answer a single thing. All in all, if he didn’t try to finish it or try to hide the extra stuff that hadn’t been finished, the silence and calm that pervaded the room wouldn’t be around long enough to give the goat a good night’s sleep.

Walking over to the side of the room that Tubbo resided in, he poked him slightly, reluctant to wake the resting boy. “..Tubbo? You there, buddy?” No response from him. His chest rose and fell in a calming pattern, like the tides just barely kissing the beach. “Tubbo? Schlatt might be mad if he thinks we fell asleep on the job…” The boy’s ears twitched slightly. His eyes slowly opened a crack, just barely.  A yawn, then, loud and almost violent compared to the gentle, restful sleep he seemed to have been in. “Hmm.” His half-open eyes came to rest on Quackity, a small smile gracing his face. “Hello there. Wha’ did I miss?”

The slur in his voice only accentuated the cuteness behind his words. “Nothing much, just need you to be away before the ‘big boss’ shows up.” The duck added a little roll of his eyes and some air quotes to spice up his words, wings fluttering up and out in a show of agitation. A sleepy giggle got rid of any regrowing hostility towards the irritating president. “Is our plan still the same? No hurting him, right?” A quack and a sigh. “Fine, no hurting him. I hope your little plan is just as good as my original one, you tiny goat.” He shuffled towards the coffee machine in the corner of the room, cursing lightly when he bumped into the blunted edge of the table as he did so. Tubbo began to stretch out himself, muscles cramped from being on the couch for so long. “When d’you think he’s comin’ in?” He shrugged, holding out two coffee cups in his hands. “Who knows. The man’s got a schedule that could make even XD weep.”

The room filled with the scent of fresh brew, making Tubbo wrinkle his nose in slight distaste. He never quite liked the scent of coffee, but he refused to tell Quackity that. Moving back towards the table in front of Tubbo, the elder of the two placed down the two mugs, now full of the dark, deep brown liquid. “Want creamer or sugar or something, little bud? Didn’t put any in, just in case I fucked up your morning joe. Couldn’t have that, could we?” “No, we couldn’t, big man. Would be a mighty shame.” Tubbo put it to his lips anyways, wincing at the acrid taste that cursed his sensitive taste buds. And the burning sensation. That too. He put it down quickly, hissing slightly. “Owie.” Quackity chuckled, a twinge of concern lacing his laugh. “You good, Tubbo? That was some scalding stuff you just chugged. Might want to blow on that first.” The sound of a door creaking open made them both tense slightly. ‘Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo!’ supplied his mind, rather unhelpfully. ‘Here comes the sun!’ He couldn’t even trust his brain to play the right song. Classic Quackers.

The man of the hour walked into the room, scuffed and scratched hooves raking on the floor and producing a nasty noise as he walked. Not even bothering to hand his coat up, the man tossed it onto the floor, the unironed, probably unwashed jacket making the soft sound of fabric crumpling onto the wood as he went. “What’s up, fuckers?” A loud slam made Tubbo flinch significantly more, prompting the duck to instinctively shield him with his wing. “Hello, Schlatt.” Tubbo looked at the man through his friend’s wings, half in awe of how fast his tone changed and half in fear. It was obvious that the two of them hadn’t finished the work they were told they were to do yesterday. He pinned his ears back, already whimpering in fear.

A shit eating grin grew on the ram’s face at the sight of the room. “So, it seems you two idiots haven’t finished the work I gave you yesterday.” He walked more into the room, towering over the two seated people with a look of condescension clearly saturated on his face. “Looks like you two need a punishment.” Quackity’s face hardened. Tubbo’s face contorted into an expression of fear. “Just a little punishment…”

Quackity really, really wanted to slam his face into the desk again. “He gave us MORE paperwork?!? And then he left his office? AGAIN? UGH!” The secretary whined a little as well. “I mean, at the very least, he could have told us just to finish a little bit less...he kind of, uh, showed us an entire mountain of work he had been failing to work on for, like, a month!” Quackity trilled loudly in agreement, startling him into dropping the wad of papers he had in his hand. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about! Stand up to the Schlass!” Tubbo couldn’t help the resulting snort. “The Schlass?” “Yeah! Schlatt and ass together equals Schlass!” The boy couldn’t help but stare at him.

“...Yeah, okay, not the best name ever. But!” Quackity perked up, eyes still grealming with mischief. “We can still enact our plan tonight!” The goat hybrid’s tail wiggled happily behind him, a small puff of forest brown and mocha with extra cream making a blur where his pants met his shirt. “Yess!” Quackity’s sorting got a little faster, energy restored by the reaction he got from the younger. “All we have to do is wait…”

When Schlatt said that he was into bondage, he did not mean this. Not in the slightest. Schlatt struggled in the ropes, eyes a mix of confused and sleepy. The afternoon light was still visible through the slits in his presidential bedroom, so he presumed he hadn’t been kidnapped or been knocked out for more than a day or two. “What the fuck is going on?” The sound of a familiar gait made him simultaneously relax and tense up. “Quackity? Get me out of this shit, you fucking weak excuse of a vice president!” The duck hybrid stepped into his range of vision, face fitted with a look of indifference and condescension, something he was familiar with seeing in the mirror every morning. “You know, you’ve been rude to us all week. Actually, all month. Maybe even the last few months?” Schlatt had the nerve to look sheepish. “You didn’t like it? Then why didn’t you tell me-”

Quackity cut him off with a loud huff. “Why didn’t I tell you? I wonder why, dipshit!” He threw his hands up in the air, his silhouette at the door looking more menacing than the real deal. “Really, Schlatt! For someone who struts his stuff every four seconds, you really don’t know when we need you or when you need to stop acting!” His ears pulled back a little in his anger. And, all of a sudden, his anger vanished into something else. “But, Tubbo told me to use my anger for something else. Tubbo..” He trailed off, eyes unfocusing for a moment. “He helped center me a little more. And, yes, you’re an asshole, but all it takes to make you realize the problems we have is just a little nudge. And look!” Black eyes bored into nervous rectangular. “This is more than just a nudge at this point.” The ram tensed while he processed. Within a few seconds, he calmed down, relaxing a bit more. “So you’re not gonna stab me. Great. Is that all?”

He got an eyebrow raise for the effort. “Oh, that’s not all, buster. Since I didn’t want you to get off scot free, I decided Tubbo and I would be able to mess with you while you’re still down for the count!” With that, he moved closer to the man, tasering his sides roughly to get a quick reaction out of him. The ram bucked and laughed, eyes widening from the sudden jolts of tickling lighting arcing down his spine. “AHAHA! DUhuckie?!?” The sound of hoofsteps rapidly approached the door, slowing only to reveal a small, fluffy bed of hair peeking out to the side of the rectangle of light. “Can I help now? Or do you still want to finish your epic monologue?” Quackity nodded. “Yeah, let’s wreck this cocky bastard’s shit. You know, just a little punishment.” If Schlatt’s fur could pale, it would have.

“No, no, no..Let’s t-talk this out, here..” He shook his head vehemently at the two devious pairs of eyes closing in on him. A pair of hands gently scratched at his ribs, working their way down. They carefully rubbed between the bones, trying to be soft and gentle. The president burst into soft laughter, squirming in his bonds. “Does that tickle, Mr. President? I sure hope so!” Prime, Tubbo’s voice was just so cute. Schlatt didn’t have the heart to be mad at the sweet thing tickling him so kindly. On the other hand...where was Quackity? As if he was summoned by the very thought, the vice president latched onto his hips, kneading them quickly and frenetically. The sudden change made him arch his back with a loud (and rather girly) shriek. A small patch of red bloomed under his fur.

“Was that a shriek? Damn, Ram! Didn’t know you could go falsetto!” Tubbo seemed more impressed than teasy, little stars glimmering in his eyes and a small ‘o’ on his face. The tickling started up again, this time with both of them going a little slower so the ram didn’t just deflate from the sudden sensations. Schlatt decided that this was infinitely worse. The light, almost nonexistent sensations were near unbearable to him. “Cuhuhuhut ihihit ohohut!” The smaller herbivore was quick to answer him. “Cut what out? If you want, I can go faster-”

“Nope! This is a punishment, not a chill session!...Is that what you kids call one of these?” The goat shook his head no.

“Well, fuck. I need a return on that stupid book.” The banter that was occuring was making his ears burn.

“Juhuhust shuhuh-hut thehe fuhuhuck uhuhup!” Quackity didn’t like that. Another round to his hips made him cackle and buck. “You really should shut your mouth for once, Rammy. Maybe you wouldn't have gotten yourself into so much trouble with us in the first place.” He trilled quietly into his ear, breath ghosting on it just enough for it to tickle. Tubbo giggled again, tail wagging with the knowledge (read:interrogation benefits) from one of his cabinet members fresh in his head. “Hey Quackity? According to the nice deer man, Mr. President here has ticklish hooves! He also, uh, can’t stand the light stuff.”

The ram’s eyes bugged out, hot blood rushing to his face. “W-where- what? How? You fucker, who did you bribe-” “No bribes! Just some really, really good convincing~” Quackity purred, feathers ruffling with a sense of pride and a hint of mischief. “Really, really good…” Schlatt shook his head, muttering little ‘no’s under his breath. “Dohohon’t yohohou fuhuhucking dahahare.” Flicking his ears back to ignore the little coos that came from the duck, he focused on Tubbo, eyes pleading for help silently. Tubbo pinned his ears in empathy, but he didn’t move to help him. Instead, the boy pulled out a small, pitch black feather, healthy sheen obvious in the doorway’s light. Positioning himself at the struggling president’s hooves, he made a thumb’s up gesture, avoiding the slightly heated glare of the elder herbivore.

“Sorry, sir. I have to help the one who’s in charge right now.” Feathers puffed up even more, making the duck hybrid look more fluffy and pettable by the second (not that the ram would pet him after this shit. No way). “That’s right, bitch. I’m in charge right now. And I say that we get revenge on this little shit right here.” Quackity took the man’s other ankle into his clutches, placing his finger directly on the squishy, sensitive part of his hoof. It trembled underneath his touch, a small whimper escaping the ram at the extra warmth of anticipation flooded his system.

“Dohon’t fuhucking tehease….”

“Or what, big guy? Kill me? Fire me? You don’t have the balls.”

The finger slowly wiggled its way down his hoof, the owner delighting in the giggles and squirming that it caused. “And, besides, you like this, don’tcha?” He glanced at the man’s tail, the little puff wiggling where it was on the pillows. “I can see your tail, Rammy.” Schlatt turned away from them, trying in vain to shield his red face from view. “S-shuhuhut thehehe fuhuhuck uhuhup!” Tubbo decided to join in on the fun, dragging the feather over the outer parts of his hooves. The resulting flinch and squeal was worth it.

Quackity took it slow, circling the smooth pad on the inside of the hoof and using his nails ever so slightly. It was absolute torture, but Schlatt lived for that type of stuff. His tail thumped violently against the bed as they teased him, giving away his feelings to the duo wrecking him.

“Aww, is Rammy liking this? That’s so cute…~”

“Quackity, his face is so pink! It’s cute!”

Ah, well. There goes his dignity. Another finger traced on his hoof, making his giggles hike up in pitch and volume. The ticklish feeling suffused throughout his whole body, arcing like electricity at his extremities. Nails scratched at his hoof, this time a little faster and aiming to make it as ticklish as physically possible. The feather on his other hoof began to swipe within the more sensitive inner areas. “AHA! IHAhaHA’M SAHAreheHEHEE! PleHEHeaSE!” “are you though?~” He nodded his head frantically through his laughter, tears pricking at his eyes. “MEHEHERCY!” Tubbo and Quackity exchanged a glance. “Think he’s had enough, Tubbo?” “Yeah, I think he has.” He relaxed his shoulders a little in relief. “For now.” Nevermind.

The tickling slowed down, rubbing away the sparking feeling left behind. His giggles subsided slowly as they cooed at him. Schlatt’s tail, however, never stopped wagging, beating the mattress in a steady beat. Quackity untied the knots slowly, smiling at the panting ram. “Had fun, Schlatt?” A glare, then. “Just get me down from here, vice.” “Yes, sir.” And if the deer cabinet member found himself in a sticky situation a very miffed president set up for him, no-one was the wiser. Except for his right-hand men, of course. Who would he be without them?

#Lee!schlatt #ler!quackity #ler!tubbo #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #my writing #tickle fic #i need to find the link for this tmrw morning #sfw tickling

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Soulmate Au

Before you meet your soulmate you have to deal with a chibi version of them before actually meeting them. So can you handle it?

Hawks point of view

A/n: finally I kicked the sloth aside and wrote this...

Soulmates weren't a good thing... that was at least what your mother told you.

Soulmates crushed your heart. Not all soulmates accept their own ones with kind hearts and cozy and loveable chibis... Your mother fell for your father, a loveable chibi who appeared in her life, everything was fine until... your birth.

Your father's chibi was cold and uncaring about the baby. The fruit of your mother's unconditional love from him. And with what he returned? Bullshit.

They got separated. They never once married, and the chibis ran away from their owner... never appearing again.

Your father and mother shared your custody even though you pass more time with your mother and the mom of your dad.

"I hope you never get a soulmate (Y/n)." Your mother spoke as she carresed your hair, hate evident on her words as she comforted your crying self due to some hurtful thing your father had said to you.

"W-why not mama?" You sniffled as she wiped your tears with a frown.

"They can hurt you as badly as some knife on your chest sweety. If you happen to have a soulmate, promise me you will not put your heart on their hands, dont give yourself away for the cuteness of some chibi. It may not be real."

That was when you started to have a fear towards the cute things...

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You walked around your school, seing all of your classmates cheering or talking about their chibis. Some on their shoulders, others on the top of their heads...

You grimaced. You felt... left out. Despite your fear to getting one, how you wished to find your soulmate... just hoping that you didn't ended up like your mother... or worse, like him.

You had affection towards your dad for a while... but as the years passed by, you noticed how his "play" was more of hurtful words. The man only cared about himself and his money... yet you couldn't leave.

You felt like a bird on a cage.

Sighing, you sitted on a bench... alone. Picking your art supplies as you started to doodle on your notebook. You hummed a song while the pencil on your hand leaved trails of graffiti before smilling at the sound of birds chirping.

Something felt on your notebook then... you let out a confused sound at the thing.. a drop of some red fluid. You looked up and frowned before you went to brush your hair before gasping at noticing it was YOUR blood which had fell.

"W-What?!" You whimpered, now the pain starting to manifest as you hissed. It was like a knife had cutted your skin! And gosh, how it hurted...

Grabbing your things and rushing to the bathroom you didn't noticed something entering your backpack... you wiped at the blood and sighed.

"I will have to go to the enfermary... but what will I tell the nurse?! Suddenly this appeared?! Urgh!" You hitted your forehead in the mirror with closed eyes, opening them slowly after.

Seing a blond and feathered chibi looking up at you. Your eyes widened and blinked to confirm it was real before it squeaked at you. You screamed and dropped in your butt, crawling your way until your back hitted the wall of the bathroom.

The chibi squeaked. A worried sound as he flew, getting closer and closer to you as you trembled.

"S-Stay back-!" You grabbed a ruler that felt and pointed at him, making him stop on his flying as he arched one of his eyebrows and let out a giggle..

Sure, you would laugh as well if someone pointed a ruler to you as if it was a weapon...

"Stay back! Go to your owner or something!" You shouted before he furrowed his eyebrows again, smile fading as he flew and dropped inches awya from you. It came out a soft squeaked, and somehow you could just feel it was like a apology.

"I-Its okay. You just scared me appearing out of no where..." you hesitantly dropped the ruler back and hot on your knees, looking down at the chibi.

It had such messy hair... golden eyes, shining as bright as the sun, yet it carried a deep pain and some sorta of loneliness. You could certainly understand him...

"I'm sorry, did I scared you as well?" He shook his head as he pointed at his own cheek and squeaking at you. You touched the wound and got what he was supposed to say "I'm okay... didn't know where the heck I got from though..." you mumbled the last parts.

He squeaked at you again, opening his little wings and flying at the at the height of your eyes. Some little feather coming out and tickling your cheeks which you giggled a bit.

"So that's your quirk!" You giggled, the chibi letting out a yelp of glee of seing you smile as he did a black flip. "Okay okay, you're nice... Where are your soulmate though?" You tilted your head at it as he stopped and pointed at you.

Oh...

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You caried it on the palms of your hands as if it was going to break it... get frowning at him for being so.... handsome and... too perfect.

Your mother's words echoed in your head as you entered your father's car and he drove you out of the school. He saw the chibi and started saying bullshit like "got a soulmate dolly? Heh!"

You ignored at his clearly fake smile and smiled at the chibi flying around your head and chirping and squealing. It reminded you of a bird!

Maybe... you could just trust your own soulmate?

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"(L/n)-san!!! You are a life saver!" Your coworker moaned while holding onto the table as you finished your drawing.

"Sure."you giggled before signing it. Waiting a few minutes before you saw the puppy slowly coming out of the paper and jumping at the floor, shaking and barking cutely at your coworkers.

You snorted at hearing the sound of tiny hands clapping inside your jacket pocket. Birdbrain. The chibi always encouraging you of using your quirk.

"Thank you so much! My nephew then will get some ideas on what kind of dog he will want!" Your coworker chuckled at the puppy licking their cheek.

"It will be like this for at least four hours, but then they will return to the paper. Dont forget." You warned, allowing your birdbrain to flee as free as he wanted out of your pocket.

You smiled at him, opening your hand for him to sit on it. Such an ass, your soulmate was surely one of the most laziest man around.

It had passed years since he appeared on the bathroom for you. Yet you felt your guts twist in anxiety at only the thought of getting to know the actual male that was your soulmate...

Words of your mother ringed in your earbuds each time and your relationship with your father was no better than before. Now aparently he was trying to rebuild only because he knows he is getting old and needs help...

A strong crashing and sound of people shouting and crying made you break out of your thoughts. It all happened so fast. Endeavour, the top one hero crashed your window and if it wasn't for your chibi you squeaking loudly and pushing you out of the way you were going to get hitted.

A voice from another hero came up and for some reason the feathers of your chibi ruffled up as he widened his gold eyes up before you rushed out of the building along with him.

:we have to get out of here before this collapse on us!" You shouted as bird squeaked along as you helped some coworkers of yours along the way to get out.

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You didn't stay up to watch the fight... you just wanted to get out and go home to where it was safe.

Yet your chibi completely disagree with that as he squeaked, flapped his wings... heck, even threw a chicken wing at your head.

Your birdbrain NEVER would throw a chicken wing away. Never. You come to notice his love for nuggets and other chicken related things like that at a young age, joking about him being a canibal.

You had enough when he just flew past your head when you were going to eat and pushe dyour head while pointing at the winfown

"Fine! You won!" You shouted, glaring at him when he made an action whose was almost shouting hallelujah, before getting out and him flying behind you.

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The night was quite beautiful as you and your chibi walked, him rested on your shoulder as he smiled at looking at you.

It was peaceful before he jumped on his feet, his little wings wide open as his feathers ruffle up. Eyes sharp as a Hawk.

"You're okay? Birdy?" You asked in worry before gasping when he just flew like the speed of light away from you.

"BIRDY!" you shouted, running after him on the path of the park.

Shit! If you lost your chibi then you would never get to meet your soulmate! Tears started to form on your eyes as you searched for your chibi oi the dark of the night.

If you werent so anxious and stupid! You could meet your soulmate even if it wasn't for this stupid fear of having a relationship like your mom had!

Suddenly your heard distant squeaking, recognizing as you almost sobbed in relief and followed the sound. Noticing him flying back to you.

"You bird brain! How much did you wanted to-... to.." you stopped talking immediatly when you saw a tony version of you on his arms, smiling and cuddling up to his chest like it knew him for ages..

You blinked before hearing footsteps coming closer, and when you looked past the chibis your heart jumped before being shooted by an arrow.

The man in front of you, was no other than the actual version of your chibi. The number 2 ranking from the heroes. The man whose was know for being way too fast....

"H-Hawks..." you greeted shakily, not quite believing yet. Sure, your chibi reminded you of Hawks a lot, but... it seemed yet more intimate. More clingy and desperate for affection and actual love... You just put in your head that it was another man, with a similiar quirk and appearance as him.

Well, you were wrong. Hawks was indeed your soulmate.

He let out a chuckle at your gretting. His wide eyes and shock washed away with relief, smugness and... love, actual love on his eyes.

"Since we're soulmates, I guess you should at least call me Keigo..." he mused with a smile, taking his visor off to take a good look at you, frowning when his eyes were at the aim of the scar you had... the one whose mysteriously appeared on your skin many years ago before meeting your chibi.

"How long do you have this?" He asked, you felt your cheeks warming in self conscious at it. You never actually cared when other people asked but with him was another story...

"Since my childhood I guess... It was out of no where." You mumbled in embarrassment yet with a smile, praying mentally taht he take your mumble as a joke.

You widened your eyes when his hold brought you closer to him before he touched his forehead with yours, lovingly golden orbs staring at you with care and not a piece of judgement inside them.

"I like it chickadee." You snorted before a series of giggles escaped your lips at this, hounding quite hilarious that you also named your chibi something bird related.

"Chickadee? Really?" You asked breathless as he let out a raspy chuckle.

"Well, you did called the little fella over there birdbrain. Guess we're mates for life..." he mused with his husky voice as the chibis prefered to watch from afar on a nearby tree.

You smiled at him... somehow.. You just knew it this relationship with him was going to work. You were going to be, as he said, mates for life.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha heroes x reader #bnha fanfiction #hawks #takami keigo #bnha x reader #zuffer writings

[mai-sau]

Prompt "give me attention" for kidnap family?

"haha, im gonna take it easy with prompts this time around, only a few hundred words -" cue spongebob title card "2.3k words later"

seriously tho thank you for the prompt!! (and sorry about the wait!) i had fun working on this one bc well i love any chance to write about this lil family of murderers and tiny bois :') hope u enjoy!!

Prompt: "Give me attention."

“Nelyo.”

“Nelyo.”

“Ne-”

Thump. Maedhros slammed his book shut. A puff of dust wheezed out from the crusty pages; Maglor could make out the swirl of particles flying about in the dim shafts of sunlight peeking into his brother’s study from windows that he was sure were clean at some point in their existence.

Said brother tossed a glare over to Maglor from the other side of his desk.

“You’re allowed to be here. Quietly.” Maedhros threw a pointed look towards the abandoned scroll in Maglor’s hands.

“But I’m so very lonely, Nelyo,” Maglor pouted, and dropped the scroll on the desk. The parchment rolled out towards Maedhros, whose face was fast approaching the same shade as his hair. “Besides, I’ve already taken care of all my correspondence for the day. Nothing much else to do, really, but seek out the company of my darling brother.”

“I’m older than you,” Maedhros grit out, rubbing his temple in terse little circles. Which one of them he was reminding Maglor couldn’t say.

“Only by a few years,” Maglor teased. He let the corners of his lip curl up - he was well aware this made him look like “a cat about to feast on the fattest saucer of milk it’s ever conned” according to his brother, and that was why he did it.

On top of that dusty old book, Maedhros’ fingers twitched. Got you.

“Come on, Nelyo,” he whined. “Give me attentiooon.”

Maedhros threw him a positively hateful look, but Maglor knew he wouldn’t throw him out just yet. By this point, Maglor liked to think he knew his brother well enough.

There were some things he didn’t, of course, and this was fine. When his brother would wake and traipse out to the courtyard in the dead of night, staring at the moon hungrily for hours and hours as if he would never glimpse its light amidst the pitch dark again; when one of the many elves around Amon Ereb would do something wrong - not when one of their craftsmen made the same excited little exclamation as Curvo used to, or hunters fletched their arrows just how Tyelko did, Maglor understood these, at least - but a request phrased too sweetly, an abrupt movement, a smile too wide, and Maedhros’ throat would tighten, his words clipped, before excusing himself to go lock himself in his room for an hour, or two, or three: these parts of his brother Maglor may never know.

But he knew much, or at least enough. A few months after they’d taken in the twins, Maglor had just finished mopping an explosion of jam on the dining floor and sweeping up the shards of what was once the hefty jar that contained it. He’d first gently let Elros know that if they wanted food, they need only ask; he’d then let him know that no, of course they wouldn’t cast him out for breaking the jam jar, with no small amount of tears or internal panic on either end of that conversation.

By the time Maglor slunk into Maedhros’ study that evening to go over reports from around the fortress, he was maybe a bit tired. When Maedhros told him to wait for just a few minutes while he wrapped something or other up, Maglor might’ve let slip a touch of petulance and no small amount of theatrics into his voice when he asked when his dear Nelyo could spare just a moment for his poor baby brother, simply wilting away from the neglect.

Maglor had frozen, fearful of what his second-most severe brother would have to say in response to - well, whining. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d let himself do so. Oh, he’d been quite the brat in Valinor, and used to be quite proud of that fact, thank you. Each and every one of his brothers’ last nerves practically had his name on it. But it seemed ever since they arrived here, it was as if they simply couldn’t afford the waste of time. Ribbing was a favored pastime of his in Aman, but Beleriand offered no such frivolities.

But living with the twins, putting on playful words and coaxing laughter from two young faces that Maglor couldn’t bear to see two seconds from breaking anymore, had apparently loosened his discipline.

He’d thought Maedhros would treat him to one of his signature frowns, barking at him that neither of them had time to make things any harder for each other, but instead he’d… laughed. Just the slightest huff of air, yes, but a laugh nonetheless. Maglor hadn’t heard his brother laugh since…

Well, if anything, he was honoring his cousin’s memory.

So Maglor experimented over the years, let a few more teases and whines slip into his day-to-day interactions with Maedhros. His brother had since mustered a valiant effort to act annoyed, but Maglor could still catch a muffled chuckle or smothered grin here and there.

So. All in all, he’s sure he knows his brother pretty well at this point, and Maedhros was not troubled (bad), just bothered (good).

Which, of course, meant they could continue to play; Maglor would show no mercy.

“Please? Please, please? Just a smidgen of tender love and care from my dearly beloved big brother?” Maglor asked, eyes wide and pleading, hands clasped in front of him as he leaned over the desk. His hair, inky black, spilled all over his scroll.

Maedhros’ nose twitched. His right ear flicked. Oh yes. He was close to a chuckle now, he could tell. His dearly beloved big brother stood no fucking chance.

“Oh dear Eru, let my brother pay attention to - MANWË’S TITS!” Maglor shrieked, springing up from his seat after spotting a dark shadow peeking through the window.

His brother whirled around. Quick as a viper, his hand darted out to grasp the hilt of his sword. Despite this, Maglor could hear a choked noise he was more than halfway certain was the chuckle he had so desperately hunted. Oh well.

A chubby face stared right back at them, eyes round as saucers. Wait, make that two faces.

Both Maglor and Maedhros sagged with relief.

“Elros, can you please come in?” Maglor croaked, feeling five feet to the left of his physical body. “You too, Elrond.”

The two of them nodded bashfully, heads bobbing as they fumbled over to the glass. And they were… flapping. Each twin sported small brown wings on their back, looking much like the falcons Tyelko used to play with as a child. Maglor supposed, thinking of a great bird soaring away over the sea with light itself clutched tight in its talons, maybe they should have expected this one in particular.

Elros pushed once, twice at the windows, tiny arms straining against the pane and looking more panicked by the second. Behind him, Elrond simply pointed to the - oh, the window latch. Yes.

Maedhros stood up and flicked it open. Elros came tumbling through, nearly bashing his skull on the desk before Maedhros caught him midair.

Elrond flew in smoothly and landed on Maglor’s empty chair, wings neatly folding in. Maedhros dumped Elros on his own chair. His wing smacked Maedhros’ arm by mistake.

“We talked about this. No new shapeshifting without me or Maglor there,” Maedhros said, fixing each of them with a stern look.

Both the twins looked down at this. Elrond wrung his little wrists.

“We’re sorry!” Elros burst out, tears welling up in his eyes. “We won’t do it again, promise!”

“That’s what you said last time, sweetheart,” Maglor told him.

“And the time before that,” Maedhros grumbled.

“What we’re saying, dear, is that we understand that you’re sorry. But keeping your word has to take first priority,” Maglor explained softly.

Maedhros coughed.

“Or, er, not doing it again,” Maglor corrected. “That’s what counts.”

“We understand,” Elros sniffled. “It’s just, we wanted to hear, but you weren’t there to check with, because well, you were here, and, well, um, yes -”

“Bringing us to the next point of order,” Maedhros rumbled. He raised a brow at both of them. “Eavesdropping. We have also been over this.”

Oh dear. Elros looked like he was about to drown in a puddle of tears. Maglor rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades soothingly, careful of the new feathery appendages.

Thankfully, Elrond stepped in. “We remember, it’s not nice because we like to be in private sometimes and it’s not fair for us to not let other people be too,” he recited shyly. “Um, we just… we know you both meet up a lot like this, and we know it's important… but… um…” His lip trembled; his voice cracked. “Do you... talk about us? Do you not want us to hear because it’s bad? Because we can do better!” He promised quickly, eyes wide and wet. “Elros is getting really good at his music lessons, he’s practicing a lot! And I’m working on my writing lessons every day!”

Something in Maglor’s chest twisted. “Oh, honey, no -”

But his brother beat him to the punch. Striding out from behind the desk, he knelt down in front of Elrond. “Can I hug you?” he asked very quietly.

Elrond bit his lip and nodded. Without another word, Maedhros wrapped him up in his arms.

They stayed like that for a moment, Maedhros’ hulking frame wrapped around Elrond’s body, like a drape of russet locks, leather and rich furs. When his brother finally pulled away, he gave a heavy look to both children.

“We will never give you away because you’re not good enough. Alright? You will always be good enough. Both of you,” he told them. He reached out and covered Elrond’s tiny hand with his own, fingers curling around and intertwining. “And not because you’re caught up on your lessons, or do what we say.”

“Though those are certainly nice,” Maglor added. He flashed them a teasing grin before taking care to soften his expression once more, and laid a gentle hand on Elros’ shoulder. “You will always have our love. And nothing, not even the worst jam spill, or missed harp lesson - don’t think I didn’t notice that last week, dearest - can ever reach in and steal it. It is your’s by blood and birthright.”

“Love you,” Elros sniffled. Elrond echoed him, voice no less wobbly.

Maedhros gifted them with a small smile. “Love you both, starlights.”

“And -” Elros started, hiccuped, and continued. “And same for me too. Nothing can change that! I’ll always love you two.”

Maglor felt a pang of sickly guilt invade his chest and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Maedhros stiffen.

“Me too,” Elrond said, voice suddenly clear. Maglor glanced at him and met a gaze that seemed years ahead of its time; he froze, rooted to the spot. “We’ll always love you no matter what you do.”

“Well -” Maglor started. “That’s…”

“No need to worry about us,” Maedhros recovered quickly, waving his hand. “Now then, it’s nearing bedtime, hm?”

“But wait!” Elros cried. “What were you two talking about then?”

“Yes! We saw Atya going like this,” Elrond clasped his pudgy hands together and shook them. “And his voice sounded all funny, and then he prayed to Eru about Atar paying more attention to Manwe’s t-”

“ALRIGHT!” Maglor yelped, clapping his hands. His face must’ve been steaming, his cheeks were burning, oh stars - “Bedtime!”

“But we want to know why you were saying all those funny things,” Elros complained loudly. His voice slipped into a high pitched whine, dripping with petulance. “Nelyo, Nelyo, give me attentioooon -”

“I do not sound like that!” Maglor gasped, scooping up a giggling Elrond to be carried to bed.

“I do not sound like that!”

Maglor turned around, gaping. That was not Elros’ voice.

Maedhros stared back. His eyes glinted with mirth and the most shit-eating grin curled his lips. In his arms was a starstruck Elros, who looked no less shocked than if the clouds themselves had just burst into song and danced a lively jig. And quite frankly, Maglor would be less surprised.

Maedhros dealt him one last smirk before twirling on his heel and walking out of the room to go deposit one elfling in his bed. Maglor still had the other, who poked his cheek.

“Atya? Are you okay?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Maglor felt a smile grow across his face. His eyes stung with tears. He quickly wiped them with his sleeve before they could fatten and spill over his cheeks and probably make Elrond worry even more.

“Wonderful, dear.” He frowned for a second, considering. “Although I think there is a dreadful amount of mockery in my future.”

He looked down at Elrond. His son merely tilted his round head, offering a blank look. Maglor sighed happily. “But that’s okay.”

XXX

In time, it became clear that there was no need to worry about the looming threat of brotherly teasing paid back in full; Maedhros may have been looser with his laughter, but even this was a rare occasion still. Maglor did not mind, for any time he saw his brother’s eyes alight with anything other than fatal passion was a gift.

The true threat that lurked within Amon Ereb made itself known eventually.

Two weeks later, Maglor was scurrying to meet up with one of the smiths to discuss pending repairs but stopped short in front of a small figure in the courtyard blocking his path.

“Not now, sweetheart, Atya’s very busy,” Maglor told Elrond, harried, ready to flag down someone on the way to attend to whatever his son needed.

And then it happened. Elrond’s face crumpled just so. His eyes widened: big, round, and wet. His lip wobbled. When he opened his mouth, his voice took on a tone so absolutely, horribly pitiful that Maglor half-suspected the echo of Lúthien herself lived in his words.

“Please, Atya,” he begged, every word a death sentence. “Give me attentiooon.”

Oh Eru, Maglor despaired, even as he opened his arms for an evil little elfling to leap into, repairs forgotten. I’ve made a monster.

#this was also my first go at writing more humor #but the hurt/comfort managed to sneak in #kidnap dads #kidnap fam #maedhros #maglor #elrond #elros #my writing #writing prompts #fic #jaz-the-bard

[sagasofazeria]

OC-tober day one!

Prompt: Journey

Taglist: @talesfromaurea @hellishhin @thelaughingstag

And a special Event Tag for oc-tober: @oc-growth-and-development

For this one I’m doing two things! First, I finished the maps of the rest of Azeria and I’m too proud of them to wait to share haha. The heroes journey across a significant amount of this map throughout the story.

I’ve also included some snippets of each character leaving home for the first time, as it’s the beginnings of their journeys here.

Maps up first!! Behold, the full continent in all its massive size and glory. Super proud of all of this, I think it looks awesome. Also please excuse the repetition of the name labels and compasses and that stuff, I have the maps all on separate pages and wanted to make sure they can stand alone as well.

[Image Description: Six hand drawn maps, each showing a portion of a continent. Besides the northwest corner and a small exclave on the west coast, most of the land is of the country Azeria. The other parts are part of Leinos. The continent is covered in deserts, plains, hills, and rainforest/jungle. Off the western coast is the fog-shrouded sea of dragons, and off the eastern side is the vast ocean of Aksir-Atan. To the north is the Ikarron ocean./end ID]

Now for the snippets!

Gonna put them below a cut so this doesn’t get too long.

“Yep. I’m tired, Ardos,” Faulkron said, moving to push past.

“Of what, son?”

“Well first of all, that! Stop saying that, you know I’m not your son,” Faulkron said with a growl.

“Well first of all, that! Stop saying that, you know I’m not your son,” Faulkron said with a growl.

“Maybe, but I raised you, didn’t I?”

“I don’t care! I’m sick of all this! I’m tired of being here, with you!” Faulkron snapped.

Ardos’ face fell further, and his shoulders sloped. “You don’t mean that, do ya?”

Faulkron groaned and leaned against the wall, throwing his free hand into the air. “Maybe I do! I don’t know! I don’t even know who I am, Ardos! This town is all I know, but it isn’t me! How am I supposed to live like this any more?”

“Oh, a simple life ain’t so bad-“

“Yes it is, da— Ardos,” Faulkron quickly corrected, turning away.

“You almost called me dad,” Ardos said, a tiny kindling of hope in his voice.

“We all slip up,” Faulkron said, the coldness of the words making him almost regret saying them. Almost.

“You’re sure you wanna leave?” asked Ardos, voice much softer than it had been before, and laced with pain.

“Yes.”

“You even know where you’re goin’?”

“No. That’s the point. I’m tired of the things I know, I want something new.”

“I won’t stop ya, son.”

“I know,” Faulkron said as he turned back to face the door again.

“Come back and visit?”

“Ha. We’ll see,” Faulkron muttered, pushing past Ardos and out the door.

“Be careful!” Ardos called after him.

“Hmph.”

“I love ya, son.”

Faulkron didn’t respond.

•••

Fuego

•••

The fog lay, as it always had, like a heavy blanket over the island.

Fuego lit the lamp at the front of his boat with his fire, coaxing it to life and sending the fog hissing back, the slender ship’s front pointed out to sea.

He turned back to shore. His family, friends, the King even, were all gathered on the beach, similar lanterns in hand. The whole island had gathered to see him off as he sailed into what could prove to be a fatal journey.

Fuego took a deep breath, then spoke.

“People of Zul’Zagan! I promise you all, this great journey I’m taking now? It will be nothing compared go the glory of my return! I swear by my life I will sail the sea and find the fire to burn away the Shroud, the gods have decreed it and so that is what I go to do. I will keep you all in my mind, my heart, and my soul. I know these gifts are a thanks for what I’ve done, but it feels wrong not to thank you all as well. This is and always will be my home, and you are my people. I carry you with me anywhere I may sail.”

The king stepped forward, voice regal and booming. “And I pray for smooth seas and a forgiving sky on your quest, Fuego. We will not forget you either, lightbringer.”

The king bowed his head in salute, and Fuego returned the gesture. Waving goodbye to his family, he whooped as he unfurled his sail and his ship leaped forward into the unknown.

•••

Shakari

•••

“Shakari A’Tusaara. You have violated the laws of the Duulza, your people. You have stolen from the Vhamani, those who are your elders and who wield magic you are not yet strong enough to control. You show yourself to have dangerous hubris. Your ambition could be the downfall of all of us, you know this.”

Shakari hung her head. She couldn’t bear to look at her family, watching from the crowd.

“I am aware.”

“So then you know why we must exile you.”

“I do,” they responded, fury and pain boiling inside their chest.

“Very well. Shakari, you hereby lose your place among the Duulza. You are no longer your mother’s child, and have no home in Duulza lands. You will be sent into the desert alone. If you should return and you have not been humbled, you will be met only with blades. If you should return and have made right your crimes, then you will be welcome once more.”

The elder, a rugged-looking dragonborn with sandblown blue scales, stepped forward, magic swirling around their claws.

“I place this Mark on you now. When it has gone, return to us. Remember, you are not above the world, but part of it. A dragon’s ferocity is wasted on destruction.”

A searing heat pressed into their chest, a white-hot symbol appearing on their scales as the elder placed their palm over Shakari’s chest.

“It is done.”

Still wincing from the brand, Shakari turned her back on her tribe for the last time, and walked into the desert.

•••

Jetra

•••

Jetra scowled at the man on the street corner.

“Marakos, the Hero! He died for you, all of you! He fought off a bandit scourge, and sacrificed his life! Honor his sacrifice. Be a hero! Join the army of Leinos! Remember him, and fight!”

She was sick of hearing the army talk about her father like this.

Setting her jaw, she slunk through the crowded streets toward the recruiter.

She snuck up behind him where he was standing on some crates, and before he could spew another lie she kicked the crates out from beneath him.

He crashed to the ground, sputtering, and Jetra took off back into the crowd.

When she was sure she wasn’t being followed, she made her way back to their house.

Her mom wasn’t home yet, so she let herself in. She packed her stuff quickly, and when she’d finished, she waited.

When her mom finally opened the door, Jetra had already made a meal.

They ate it in silence for the most part. They were both tired, and their minds were making all the necessary noise.

When the food was gone, Jetra finally spoke.

“I’m leaving tonight, mom.”

“I suspected,” her mother sighed.

“I can’t take this anymore, and-“ Jetra started.

“Hush, love. The less I know, the better, remember?”

Jetra sighed. “I know.”

“You’ve got everything?”

“Yes.”

“Come here,” she said, opening her arms and standing.

Jetra walked over and sank into her arms.

“I love you, daughter. Please, be careful.”

“I will, mom.”

With that, she stepped out into the nighttime streets of Anikora.

As she walked through the shadowy streets, she saw a small glowing bird appear on a nearby rooftop. It flapped its wings once, then took off. She smiled, and followed it out of the city.

•••

Alejandro

•••

His parents didn’t say why they were leaving, just that it was today. Alejandro wasn’t sure how to feel. He would miss the village a lot. He waved goodbye to all his friends, his old house, the beach, and the rest of the village, as his dad held him on the horse they were riding. His mother was on another horse next to them, with all the stuff they’d taken with them. It wasn’t a lot, because they couldn’t afford that much more space.

When they’d reached the big city, they stayed for a while, before getting on a boat that took them across a lot of water and to another city. Then they were walking again, and they walked with some other people too, people Alejandro didn’t know. There was another kid too, and they played sometimes, but it was mostly boring. They all traveled for a really long time, and Alejandro quickly forgot which way it was to home.

#maps #not story #oc-tober #snippets #backstory #Faulkron Rhodes #the Unterras #Fuego Tamir #Zul’Zagan #Sea of Dragons #Alejandro de la Espada #Barreca #Jetra Avaki #Anikora #Leinos #Shakari #the Duulza tribe #Suraan Desert #Azeria #(Alejandro’s wasn’t as long because I already wrote the big important scene lol) #this was fun #such a cool prompt #first time doing this! hope I did alright