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#🕷. ◦ ✧ darkened doorsteps hcs. ⁽ ᶠᵃˡˡᵉᶰ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳˢˑ ⁾
intcritus · 1 month
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what is he afraid of, more about his witch!!
drowning. he can swim, but he also doesn't like big bodies of water like lakes and oceans. rivers are okay, but only if they come up to his knees, then he's noping out of there. he's lived a long life, so there aren't many things that scare him, but drowning, something about being helpless against currents, about being unable to scream for help ? it's absolutely terrifiying.
faeryn, his witch, was an odd being. she wasn't cruel, but she was uncaring and apathetic toward aris. it's not like he knew what to expect, but to not even have a kind hand. a lot of the times, he was unsure what to do while idling. sometimes she called on him to try different potions, to drink the blood of different species to see what it did to him. a lot of the time, it made him sick, other times it just left him wired and eventually addicted ( mostly to the blood of beastkin or demons, but blood in general does it for him). faeryn met her end without aris being there, she took on some high lord demon or something and overstepped herself. he felt the severing of her connection and realize he was free of her. but he wasn't sure what to do without her.
faeryn made him dependant on her. so much so that when it came the severing of their contract, it was like everything he thought he knew, aris had to figure out who he was again, what he was to do with the time on his hand. faeryn was probably too young and too arrogant to understand the damage she'd done to her familiar, but aris is definitely better off without her.
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intcritus · 1 month
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how he likes to spend his free time
he tends to hunt for his own food, collecting shiny things that catch his eye, sometimes just finding a tree to rest in. his mortal form is used, but he's more comfortable as a corvid always. when he has nothing better to do, he'll catch fish with his bare hands, he finds that it's fun. same with weaving flower crowns from random flowers he finds . any free time is usually also spent flying around, just taking in any sights. he's really big on time in the sky, it's like a comforting presence for him.
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intcritus · 1 month
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what's aris' laughter like
because he doesn't laugh often, it's low and raspy. he finds amusement in plenty of things, but he's also unused to emotions as a whole. laughter is foreign to him, because it's not a sound he's ever indulged in beside the few friends here and there, it's not a sound he makes often, but he's heard it from others. part of that is because even as a familiar, it wasn't as if his witch was the kind of person whosought him out for these things, he was basically an errand boy, not a friend, not a companion, just a bird with tasks.
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intcritus · 1 month
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aris's wings will puff up the second he gets flustered.
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intcritus · 2 months
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@caemthe said: how vocal they are (and how they feel about it), where they're most sensitive, and how they feel about biting, for the muses you haven't written this info for yet 👁
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I'll do them for Zahir, Mùyáng & Aris, because I realized I don't make enough hcs for them.
Zahir: Most sensitive spot is the back of his neck and along his spine, he will visible shudder with the slightest touch ( he's also touch starved so this doesn't help ). He's definitely not the most vocal, he'll make like little sounds, soft grunts but mostly heavy breathing. He's very big on hearing his partner's moans rather than his own. Zahir bites, that's a given because it's most just an instinct to do so, and the urge to bite someone he likes ? Its so strong lmao. Being bit also riles him up something fierce.
Mùyáng: HE IS A BITER. There's no way around this. Mùyáng is basically a scaled cat who bites with no provocation and finds joy in it. Biting him usually makes him laugh, but the harder you bite, the more he just kinda goes into the clouds. Lips and hips ( hehe this is the name of a kpop song i think ), he is exceptional sensitive in these two places and will actively melt at any touch or kiss, especially if he's into you. But only if he's into you. I wanna say he's not vocal ( because he will deny deny deny ) and tends to bite anything near him to muffle his cries, moans and whimpers because that volume will increase with increased stimuli. They also like a vocal partner ( tell him what to do sometimes ), he finds it sexy.
Aris: He is not really a biter, his teeth are blunt. This doesn't mean he doesn't mind the taste of blood. Blame his last witch for his slight addiction to the taste. He can do without it, but he's just a weird birb. But please bite him, he truly will encourage it. He's very vocal, and not in the slightest ashamed of it. Vocal partners are a must because he needs to know how he can do better or if they need something for him. Sensitive spots include his neck, inner thighs and wrists. He's also ticklish so you poke his side, he's fucking giggling.
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intcritus · 6 months
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aris will literally stare at you like you've lost your mind the second you even acknowledge him. he does this on purpose to dissuade people from approaching him further
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intcritus · 6 months
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some rare ambie meta.
when it comes to my beastkin, they live in a world where humans are aware of their presence, they don't bother hiding the animalistic traits that make them who they are.
my birds ( salem, elliot, ezra & ogun ), most of their fingers are talon-like, they stress-grip and make trilling noises, that haunting gunshot noise shoebills make, that loud noise hawks make, and for salem and elliot, you can tell they're phoenixes, because they're pale enough to see the fire in their veins. most of my birds, their wingspan will always be five times the width of their body ( it's suppose to support their weight ) and yes, they do have somewhat hollow bones but most of them have musculature skeletons that can handle harsh landings.
same with my predators, all my cats tend to make growling noises, they knock shit off tables, hiss, they have tails. most of this is not hidden, they can half-shift, and fully shift without a seconds notice, especially if in an emotional state. they get the zoomies, they go into heats ( where applicable for their animal ) and they have mating instincts.
and for some of them, but especially for my cats and birds, more specifically for my birds (i.e elliot and salem ), they tend to have like feathers hidden in their hair, or light feathers along their spine, they hop, and coo, and trill when happy, they make distressed noises. they're not human, they're still beasts no matter how pretty the human skin is.
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intcritus · 10 months
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NAME: aristotle, but usually goes by aris, calling him by his full name makes him think there’s trouble brewing. AGE: dkdc ( he used to be a witch’s familiar, which would explain his long life ) SPECIES: crow/familiar ( former ) OCCUPATION: wandering soul, finding odd jobs, delivering food and mail. or random server when needed.
aristotle’s life is a long, sordid tale of clinging to one witch for centuries. doing his bidding, fetching ingredients and make sure the wards around their haven were kept strong. but now that that witch is dead, it makes sense that they look for someone else to give him a purpose. a kind hand is foreign, and yet aris does not turn it away, even if that hand tends to strike in moments of anger. such is always life, whether it be by eyes that are plucked out by a random crow’s talon. crows tend to have a long memory of those who do them harm, just as they remember those who do them good. and aris is most certainly one of those crows, though there are always bad deeds done to him.
he finds it best to remember that the sight of raven colored feathers would cause too much curiousity. it draws the eye, inviting interactions and he's hardly the one to socialize anymore. keep your head down, get through the day. a mantra that came easy and so the days were long, but the freedom after was worth spreading his wings and feeling the frigid winds that greeted him. and so the story of the caged bird begins again…only this time, he’s free.
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