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skeletinmoss · 6 months

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Ruffled feathers

Ships planned: Prinxiety, Logicality, Dukeciet

Warnings: Human traficing, abuse, injuries, imprisonment, captivity and all that comes with it, restraints

Patton and Virgil are brothers in this one

Thanks @lovelivingmydreams for being my beta. It was very much needed since english is not my main language

His hands were itching from the cuffs, he was sick of them for a long time now, and moving his hands so fast made it worse. His wings ached unable to be spread, pressed together in tight restraints. Funny, like he could have escaped without them. And now his throat hurt too. Bastards. He only wanted them to stop yelling at Patton, it wasn't his fault he needed to use claws to get his point across.

He almost missed the moment smoke filled the room.

It took Virgil a couple of minutes to fully understand what just happened. His head was still a little fuzzy after the electric strike. The same guy that just knocked out their captors helped him up and lifted him in a piggy back position. The guy took him and Patton outside, where two other men in gas masks circled them, pointing their ( how was it called again?) guns at their surroundings. And next he knew they were inside the van.

" Roman, I told you to wait for the signal, " the fourth guy, who was also the driver, berated the first one. " He was using a shocker! " justified their savior as he was taking off Virgil's muzzle and the bindings off his wings along with the handcuffs. The other two helped Patton with the same. And Virgil almost relaxed in their presence, that is until Roman and the rest took off their masks, " What? I was supposed to let him hurt the poor creature? "

Humans. Taking a defensive stance, Virgil covered his brother with his wings and growled. He was ready to show them why he had that muzzle if they dared to touch Pat. Humans were the whole reason they got in this situation. He interacted with so many shitty ones he was pretty sure being assholes was their race trait. Humans took them away from their forest, locked them in a cage, fed them some garbage and drugs, and the most infuriating they cut their wings! And they had the audacity to complain about ' ruining the best part'. And now him and his brother were locked with another bunch of them. He knew better than to trust them. he saw what they can do. And so he hissed at their every movement. He wouldn't be hurt by them again.

The team looked at the unfolded wings in awe and understanding. Roman was not surprised by the sudden aggressive change in avian's behavior. They expected the victims to be hostile in such situation and trained accordingly. It was best not to touch them, that's why they took the opposite corner of the van.

No wonder the traffickers were interested in them, both seemed to have rare colorations. The older one had black as his main color, which was one of the rarest, with purple and cyan as his other colors, also a pretty rare thing to see. The younger one, who looked more concerned than scared, was more close to regular brown wings but also had a bunch of blue and white feathers instead of orange or red. The saddest things was the state of those wings, both birds had their long feathers cut, weren't groomed and had some patches of feathers missing no doubt from all the stress. They were in such a bad state the whole team was wondering if the traffickers really were planning to sell them.

The dark one was so on edge they didn't have a choice but to leave both alone so he could relax. Thankfully their enclosure had cameras so the team could check on them. The team got into the the security room and stared at the screen. And sure the second they left the avians alone both relaxed and cuddled up on the mossy floor. So cute.

Both talked, but in their native language which none of the humans knew. Judging by other clues both were making sure the other one was ok. Even cuter scene happened when they discovered the bathroom.

The bathtub was build more like a pool with warm water, both avians jumped in as soon as they saw it and started to preen each others feathers. As they were busy with cleaning up Roman took it upon himself to bring them the new clothes. He knocked on the bathroom door and got a loud hiss in return. Rude. But he calmly opened the door ( which got him another hiss), put down a box of clothes and left. He hurried back into the surveillance room to see their reactions. They were hesitant to approach the clothes at first, so they focused on finishing up the bath. The first one to make a move was the Sweetie, but his moody brother covered him quickly from the supposed danger and took it upon himself to inspect the new object. Of course there was nothing dangerous and he allowed the young one to come closer. They both studied the things they were given and judging by their faces quite liked them. Both chose a hoodie with an open back that allowed them to move their wings freely. Both also chose comfortable pants, the rest of the clothes they folded neatly and placed outside the enclosure in the same box they came in.

" They are adapting great, " commented Janus following a chuckle from Remus, who was still excited about two naked butts he saw. His boyfriend clearly didn't give him enough attention today. Logan gave a nod. This rescue mission was their most successful one, ignoring mild insubordination from Roman. Both avians were rescued without any additional injuries. He was a little disappointed with himself at the fact that he couldn't track them earlier. Now they needed intense medical care and therapy. " Look at the Stormy Night. He's acting all tough, but he's as sweet as his brother, " it seemed like Roman already got a favorite. He always did, and when as the time came to release them back into the wild he would whine at the sight of them leaving. Every single time.

Jan ran his hand through Remus' hair, who now took the place on the floor between his legs, "What do we do now? " " I would suggest taking them to Emile, but considering the state they are in it would be best to let them get used to the new environment and people, " answered Logan. " Can't we just put Sugar Tits inside the enclosure instead of throwing them inside the van again? We don't stress the bird butts and they relax after talking to a non human. Like triple win! " " Not now. Emile can't come here because of a family emergency. We will have to monitor them until he can".

During next couple of weeks Logan documented the patterns in the avians behavior.

The one they nicknamed Moody was protective, yet in front of any of the humans present he acted very cold towards his brother. As the Nerd hypothesized this was directed on making them think they weren't that close, so they would not hurt one to punish the other. Honestly the fact that he thought this was necessary infuriated Logan the most. The younger of the brothers was more open to the new people. After only two days he started openly showing interest in anything new. Logan tried to explain to the best of his ability, thinking there was a language barrier involved. Which was not actually true. Both avians could pick up on languages very well. And had learned several human tongues from their previous captors. Patton really wanted to talk with the new humans, but couldn't do so because he didn't want to disclose the same with Virgil. Virgil didn't trust them at all, and he was hoping they would spill something important in front of them if they thought they couldn't understand them.

He also grew worried around one particular human. Princey, as he started to call him, was more irritated with him out of all of the humans and V just couldn't understand what he was doing wrong. They weren't trying to run away, they did behave. Why send such disgusted looks?

He was the most terrified when he started to feel sick. " Virgil... Are you ok? " Patton asked as Virgil stared at the pill he just spat out. He took the bread from Patton's hands and threw it on the floor. Not again. No wonder he was feeling like shit! They put something in the food! As to prove his thoughts the door opened and in came the humans.

They fucked up. They really did, and for the first time Remus was the one to say " I told you so", though he wasn't happy about it either. He knew that giving the guy medicine inside his food would turn out bad for them if he found out. And wouldn't you know it, the first pill and he found it. Worst part was that he was the go-do guy in this situation. That was probably because of his kinks for biting and stuff which was absolutely fucking involved in capturing an avian and separating him from his brother. He got plenty of it as he dragged the winged man towards the van, his brother crying in the background, held by Roman.

Remus pressed Moody into the floor with his legs, while holding his wings with his hands. Jan-jan took care of the avian's legs and arms so he would be easier and safer to transport. He very much appreciated when the avian relaxed understanding his helpless situation, his hands might have gone numb otherwise. Got a wing in the face a couple of times though as they were on their way to Emile. " Relax, Snappy bird, we're taking you to the doc~" Remus purred sealing his words with a sound slap on the guy's buns, which he quickly regretted because the avian started resisting again.

They should have started with bringing birds to Emile, and now they were paying for their decisions ( mostly with Remus' flesh). " Oh my goodness, what happened? " Emile sprinted towards the van. Logan got out the driver seat and opened the back doors. Snappy started to shift again, but went completely still seeing the fawn in front of him.

" There. We're ok, aren't we? " the new figure spoke in avian's language, quickly going back on the human one to ask the reason for their visit. " He got sick and the dorks tried secretly feeding him the meds, which he found. As I told you all would happen! " declared the human on Virgil's back.

" Are you feeling bad, Sweetie?" the fawn asked motioning for the human to let go. As soon as the weight was lifted off him, Virgil crawled away in the other corner. " It's ok. Please forgive them. They were concerned about your wellbeing, " the fawn said as he approached and sat down.

" I'm Emile. Can I have your name? " " Are you with them? " the avian asked with venom on his tongue. " I am, but I'm concerned about your understanding of the situation. They don't hurt me, don't worry. We're actually good friends, and I help them heal other creatures just like you." He reached his hand forwards, " Is it ok if I touch you? "

Virgil showed his fangs, " You can try. "

Emile however wasn't impressed and just touched the avian's forehead with the back of his hand. " Yup, you're burning, " he declared and picked up the confused man, bringing him to his office. He gave the bird an antipyretic medicine and started the overall checkup.

" My goodness, your wings look awful! " the doctor gasped and got some sort of ointment from the cabinet. He generously applied it on the spots that missed any feathers and at the base of the wings. " Now, I know you have a brother. So I'm going to give you this thing, ok? You and your brother need to apply it once a day after a good bath. Can you do that, Sweetheart? " he asked.

Virgil nodded. The medication started kicking in and he suddenly felt exhausted. He almost fell asleep on his way back. He didn't purely out of spite and hissed at humans a dozen more times.

Patton was hysterical. They took Virgil! They took him away! In his frantic sobs he didn't even care if they found out about the language thing, he started pleading.

" I'm sorry! Forgive him for whatever he did. Please! Don't take him away! We're sorry! " he cried. He unsuccessfully tried to get out of the hold.

Logan took avian's hands in his own, " We're not taking him away. He needs medical care. We will bring him back. " " Promise? " the avian uttered quietly. The technician gave a firm nod.

He waited another minute for sobs to die down, while holding avian's hands.

" Now, if this is resolved, we need to talk, " he said. And Patton anxiously squeaked and hid himself behind his wings.

Not minding at all, the human continued, " First I want to apologize for our decision to hide the medicine in the food. We were hoping he wouldn't find them this quickly and would feel better without interacting with us, " he nodded for Roman to let go off the avian as now there was no need for it. Sweetie peeked curiously from behind his wings.

" Seeing as you in fact do understand me, allow me to explain ourselves a bit better. We are a special rescue team, that specializes in rehabilitation of humanoid creatures found sold on the black market, " the technician continued. " Usually we take our time to infiltrate the organization and remove the victims safely and quietly. Sometimes if that's not possible we pose as buyers, for some instances we actually pay, but usually we scam them."

Actor nodded along, " Yup! Bad people deserve no money! "

" In your case we could do neither. It is thoroughly my fault. We didn't know about you for the longest time and when I was able to find any information it was obvious that we needed to intervene as soon as possible. I need to mention that we never had any experience with such terrible treatment, " Logan looked at their new friend with pity.

" Yeah, " Roman added, " Usually those guys try to make you look pretty for the buyers. Not torture you. "

Patton didn't understand everything the humans told him, but at the end of the conversation he felt reassured, safe even. He asked them to keep this conversation a secret for now. He didn't want Virgil to get mad, it would be better if he opens up at his own pace.

He sat on the mossy floor waiting and, like humans told him, Virgil returned. He looked tired, his huge wings mopped the floor behind him and he carried a small jar in his hands. His eyes seemed dazed and focused on the jar rather than his steps and this focus was the last thing keeping him from the firm grip of the dreamscape. As soon as his bother hugged him he lost that focus and relaxed in the familiar hold fast asleep

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weirdmarioenemies · 11 months

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Name: Monster Rat A and Monster Rat B

Debut: Birdiy

Wow! The most abstracted rats I have ever seen in my life! No pointy snout. No whiskers. No little ears. No little handy feet. The only ratty things about them are the fact they have eyes and mouths at all, and their tails. And those things I described are the only aspects of the design!

Um. Hi, Monster Rats. Yes, I am talking about you. I would prefer if you did not stare at me like that.

Wow! They understood my request! What clever Monster Rats. So as was established, these are the red Monster Rat A, and the cyan Monster Rat B! There are only two of them, so it is easy to tell them apart. It is also easy to project character traits onto them and develop headcanons about their personalities! If you still need help telling them apart, though, think B for blue, since cyan is made from blue. Think A for red. The A stands for, "Ah! This one is red!"

You probably don't know what Birdiy is, huh? I literally just found out about it myself, and was captivated by these Monster Rats. I promise this is a real game and I did not just doodle some weird sprites to prank you! Look at this:

See! Birdiy! An arcade game about a mama bird collecting larvae to feed her babies! And look, there's our friend Monster Rat A! Hi! I guess the lines on its tail are to make it look like a wormy rat tail, but the shape is not helping anything. It looks like a waxed cheese wheel with a floppy baguette sticking out of it. I'm glad it does! This image reassures us that it is, indeed, supposed to look so baffling.

The goal of both Monster Rats is to eat the little baby bird whole. Yes, they are enemies, no, they are not Bad Guys! These are just some creatures! Despite what the media may suggest, being a baby bird does not make a creature morally superior. Sometimes a baby bird is simply eaten, by a Monster Rat. It's fine. It's good!

Look at this little drawing of Monster Rat A from the flyer, which also calls them CLEVER monster rats in another section! So silly and cute. They call the chicks "chickens" here. This game did not sell well at all. But you can bet I'm pointing to Monster Rat if anyone ever asks me to give an example of #retro 1983 nostalgia! It's a little sad Monster Rat A gets all the drawn art. All both of it. Thank goodness for hue shifting!

There you go, Monster Rat B. Now there are as many images of you in the world as there are of your crony!

Oh yeah! There is a skunk in this game, too. Just in case you were thinking they just couldn't draw quadruped mammals, and went with lumps instead. They can indeed draw quadruped mammals! They could have drawn actual rats! And I love actual rats, but thank goodness they didn't! I love everything about Monster Rats, little as there may be to work with!

Here is a tileable image of our friends the Monster Rats. I made it my background, then changed it back because it did not look very good at all. This is my gift to you.

#birdiy #monster rat #monster rat a #monster rat b #birdiy enemies #funky friday #not mario #mod chikako

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hwasdvlly · 10 months

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Calling | k.hongjoong

✧ summary: a peaceful walk in the forest was like no other.

✧ pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader

✧ genres: romance, fluff, light angst, and fantasy

✧ word count: 0.8k words

✧ warnings/tags: mention of forbidden love. meet-cute, elf!hongjoong, human!reader, jongho as the little bro, elf!hongjoong has my heart

✧ a/n: first time doing other types of genres and i hope to make more (^_^)

The people have different perspectives about the wilderness, but to Hongjoong, it’s a home for all elves. They feel safe and harmonious in a secret environment. Many mortals or humans will not think fairytales or supernatural creatures are real because it’s nonsense to them. However, some are too embarrassed or afraid to admit that they are.

It was a calming afternoon when he explored the green land, looking for berries. His cyan-blue hair glimmers like the ocean by the sun, and he wears a cozy white outfit. Hongjoong was mindlessly strolling around as if he had no care in the world. He knew he had to be careful of his surroundings, but it was not every day he would come across a human.

After picking out fresh strawberries and putting them into a basket, the elf picks up the sound of a voice talking. Hongjoong’s eyes widen in panic, and he quickly hides somewhere. He must’ve thought wrong. The elf went behind the bushes to wait for whomever to pass by.

“Noona, do you think elves are real?”

The sound of a honeyed voice by a cute boy with bear-like features asks his sister.

You replied, “I do enjoy reading about fictional characters. So, if I say yes, will you think I’m strange?” You give Jongho a look of interest.

He chuckles, “No. I won’t judge you.” As an honest response, you take that he doesn’t think you are a bizarre person.

“Then, yes. If I do encounter one, I’ll be gentle with them.” You expressed your kindness and will treat any type of species with care.

Unknowingly, Hongjoong witnessed the two, and a sudden feeling came to his heart. It was pounding a thousand beats, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. As the siblings left, Hongjoong started to move right along. He looks over his shoulder and hopes to see you again. The feeling didn’t go away while arriving at his cottage.

Hongjoong puts the basket on the counter in the kitchen, and he places a hand over his heart. A smile draws on his cherry lips. He doesn’t know if this is love at first sight because you weren’t aware of his existence.

But then reality hits him like a rock—it’s forbidden for supernatural creatures and humans to interact. The elf sighs in despair. Hongjoong understands the safety of his kind, but he isn’t the one to immediately assume all mortals are barbaric.

Suddenly, a light lit on the top of his colored head. It’s absurd and dangerous. Hongjoong is going to find you.

On the next day, the elf is up and ready. He makes sure he looks decent enough and practices approaching you. Hongjoong hopes to not make a fool of himself.

He ventures into the forest again, eager to know if you are in the area. His pointed ears carefully listen to any noise aside from the rustling tree leaves and birds chirping.

The elf abruptly jolts because he detects another presence.

Hongjoong dashed his legs to hide behind a big tree. He takes a peek to check. A joyous smile plays on his handsome face. You are walking by yourself and looking so gorgeous in your summer outfit.

Your brother decided to stay home because he has to finish his homework for school. The other day it was your idea to have Jongho come to the wilderness to clear his mind. A very therapeutic way that you picked up as a stress reliever. But you begin to feel something unusual as if someone is watching you.

Your head swiftly turns in the direction where you feel it. Also, you could’ve sworn that you saw a hint of blue from the big tree.

“Is anyone here?” You mentally cursed because it was dumb to question without thinking.

To your surprise, there is someone.

Hongjoong timidly moves from the tree to come forward. Your eyes gape. An elf! You are screaming internally.

Not to mention, he has to be the most beautiful man in your life. His soft aura makes him majestic and unreal. Hongjoong stands six feet away from you. “H-Hi, my name is Hongjoong.” He shyly greets you with a pretty pink blush on his fair cheeks.

You didn’t realize that you’d been staring or admiring his beauty for a minute. His voice erupted your thoughts. “Hello! My name is Y/N! It’s nice to meet you, Hongjoong.” You beckon your hand to the elf.

Confused, he looks at your hand with his blue head tilted. You gasp, “My bad! I guess you don’t know what it means. I’m offering you a handshake to give you my trust.” Once you tell Hongjoong, he comprehends promptly. He knows the word trust, and he wants you to trust him.

“Nice to meet you too.” Hongjoong smiles sweetly at you with his hand into yours. The world stopped when you and Hongjoong stared into each other’s eyes. It felt like magic when their heartstrings burst.

The elf and the human cross paths like a destined calling.

#ateez #atiny #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong ateez #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #hongjoong x you #hongjoong x y/n #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x female reader #kim hongjoong x y/n #kim hongjoong x you #kim hongjoong x reader #hongjoong fluff #hongjoong imagines

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werewolfnightwalker · 19 days

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Dabihawks Lovechild Fluff

Because I haven't posted one in a while. Ft. my lovechild, Tenshi.

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Hawks has a rare day off, where he could do anything he liked, where he could relax.

Never one to sit idle, though, Hawks decides to do a Livestream Q&A for his fans in his living room. He's dressed casually, in his PJs, even, and has a mug of coffee when the steam starts.

It's slow in the beginning, and he greets the first handful as he sips his coffee, waiting for a decent crowd before explaining that he's just bored, this is basically a casual Ask Me Anything. After a pause, comments start coming in.

"What's your favorite food?" Come on, Hawksgoldenpubes3, you should know that. It's fried chicken!" He laughs.

"Is it true you have bird feet?" You know how much I wish I had bird feet? I'm- stop spamming "feet reveal," it's not happening."

"What's your favorite color?" Oh, easy. It's cyan, same as my hubby's eyes. ... Husband reveal? Yeah, okay. He'll wander out here eventually, it's not even nine though."

"Favorite hobby?" Hm... Does taking my eyas for ice cream count? We go get ice cream and go to the park at least twice a week, it's what I- eyas? Oh, that's my chick's nickname. He'll wander out here soon, too. He's like his Da, he's a late sleeper."

The questions go on and on, and Hawks just kicks back, sips his coffee, and answers them as his stream amasses thousands of viewers.

Finally, around eleven, a figure shambles into the background, and Hawks turns around.

"Hi, firefly!"

"Mngh. Hi, pigeon. You eat yet?" Touya yawns, shuffling up to the couch and slumping over the back to wrap his arms around him.

"Nope, I've got my coffee."

"Coffee is not breakfast, birdbrain. I'm making french toast."

"Okay." Hawks laughs, "Say hi to my viewers, first!"

Touya raises his head and spots the camera. "Oh- uh, hi." He stands up, embarrassed, and quickly walks into the background, towards the kitchen.

Hawks looks back at the chat and laughs. "Yup, that's husband. His name is Touya- yes I know he's pretty, that's why I married him. Well, that, and the fact that I love him. ... Yes, that's very gay. Anyway, more questions!"

"How big is his-" I'm not answering that. Big."

"What does he do?" He's a stay-at-home dad." Hawks smiles, "He does the cooking, the cleaning, he makes sure Tenshi gets to school on time- he helps me keep my life together, which is another reason I married him."

Close to eleven thirty, a much smaller figure, dressed in a penguin onesie, shuffles into the room. "I smell french toast." Tenshi exclaims.

"Da's cooking, eyas." Hawks calls, his wings flaring and flapping happily as he reaches for his kid, "Come here, come say hi to my fans." He urges.

Tenshi wanders over and looks at the chat, his eyes widening. "Hi!" He chirps, golden wings fluffing.

Hawks grins as the chat fills with "hello!"s and "Hi, Tenshi!"s and "he's so cute!!!!"s.

"You wanna answer some questions, baby bird?"

"Sure!" Tenshi beams, so Hawks pulls him into his lap and squints at the screen.

"Okay, someone asked, "what's your favorite subject in school?"" Hawks reads for him.

"I like music class!" Tenshi says proudly.

"Yeah? Why's that?" Hawks prompts.

Tenshi hesitates, before he giggles shyly and wraps his wings around himself, trying to hide. "Because that's the class I have with Kutsuki! He's my best friend." He says, tan cheeks turning pink.

Hawks chuckles and looks at the camera knowingly, before he looks at the chat again. "Let's see... "Tenshi, who's your favorite dad?"" He looks down at his son, an eyebrow raised.

"Da!" Tenshi announces without hesitation, before he reaches up and wraps his arms around Hawks' neck, "But you're my favorite papa!" He adds.

"Nice save." Hawks teases, kissing his crimson hair.

"Hey, birdies, breakfast!" Touya calls from the kitchen.

"Okay, one more question and then I'm going to pause the stream while we go eat." Hawks announces, "One last Q for Ten, lessee... "Tenshi, what do you want to be when you grow-?""

"A hero!" Tenshi yells before Hawks can finish, "I'm gonna be a hero, just like my papa, and I'm gonna be the next number one, too!" He puffs his wings and chest up, beaming.

"Number one? But I thought you wanted to be my sidekick." Hawks frowns, his wings drooping, too.

Tenshi pouts, turning to tuck his face into his papa's neck. "I'll always be your sidekick, Papa, but I'm gonna be number one, too! Then you can have more days off for us to go to the park!" He explains earnestly.

The chat is live to see Hawks' heart melt in real time, tears shimmering in his eyes for a moment as he scoops up his chick and peppers his face with kisses.

"You're! So! Freaking! Cute!" He exclaims between kisses, until Tenshi is shrieking with laughter. Hawks laughs, too, but it sounds more like a teary hiccup.

Finally, he puts Tenshi down and wipes his eyes. "Ah, okay. Go get your breakfast, eyas, I'll be right there." He says, clearing his throat.

"Okie dokie. Bye, people." Tenshi flashes the camera a peace sign and wanders off.

Hawks watches him go, before he looks at the chat. "Okay, well, I'm gonna go eat, too. Might turn this back on later, but-" He pauses as he reads some of the responses. "No, you cannot have him, that's my baby bird." He pouts, "And you can't have my husband, either!" He laughs, "Okay, bye, baby birds!"

The stream cuts out, and Keigo gets up, heading towards the kitchen to join his partner and son for breakfast.

Later, he'll forget to turn the stream back on, and take Tenshi to the park to play with Kutsuki instead. They'll get lunch, before doing some shopping and getting ice cream. Finally, they'll come home in time for Keigo to help Touya make dinner, make sure Tenshi has a bath, and then settle on the couch with Touya for one-on-one time and a movie.

He's never one to sit idle on his days off. Not when they're what he looks forward to the most.

//End. Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed, consider leaving me a tip!

#conans writing #mha hawks #dabi #dabihawks #hawks #keigo takami #touya todoroki #mha dabi #long post #toukei #dabihawks lovechild #tenshi todokami

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life-winners-liveblog · 4 months

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Can I give everyone a diary that everyone can use to write down their feeling without getting judged? (with cute little locks)

A cyan one with gold deer antlers for Scott

A jellie themed one for scar

A death note themed one for the coral one with a note attached to it saying "pls use :("

A wolf themed one for pearlo

And one boatem themed one for the pesky bird

Grian: ... *Looks at the diary* What's a boatem?

Scar: Did someone say boatem?

Grian: Aaaaaaah SCAR?!?!?

Scott: Scar you should knock before coming in peoples room.

Scar: Oh... well why did Grian talk about boatem? Thats a s8 thing...

Grian: They gave me a diary with boatem on it and a picture of boats stacked.

Scar: Oh they gave me one too! It has Jellie!!! Isn't it adorable.

Scott: I got one as well...I find mine, quite tasteful... They definitely know what I like.

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Pearl: Nice, going to use this to sketch.

Martyn: I guess I can find a use for it too.

Pearl: Martyn?

Martyn: Yep, just came back from admiring the spawner. Really glad it doesn't look like it did at first.

Pearl: I hate you.

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What is a ... Death note? As Death I feel I should know.

Oh...you know the death book you created that time?

The write someones name and they die at the cost of your own life book? That book? That I only made 3 copies of and 2 of which are in my study?

Yeah... It's from this anime-

Anime? Like that series my husband likes ... Bleach?

Yeah like that but it's a different anime... Death notes are basically fictional Death books except for some things.

Like, dear?

They are from Japaaaaaaaaan!

... Drista

Sorry...also using them doesn't kill you.

I see...? I'll ask Phil if he has seen it, It's curious.

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #scott smajor #grian #pearlescentmoon #martyn inthelittlewood #goodtimeswithscar #drista #kristin

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min3nc · 4 months

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Alright, I'll bite for Jaiden/Baghera

5. What is their love language?

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

[From this ask game]

Wihihihi *Twirls hair* hiii anon. Alright, love languages… buckle up this is a long one.

Love Languages

I’d say that it’s both Quality time, and Physical touch for Jaiden. I’d say she’s really touch adverse with strangers, like… She will awkwardly wave at people she doesn’t know, but Baghera, she will see her and immediately extend her arms and wings and fully expect Baghera to jump into them and hug so so so so tightly, as they should.

Jaiden likes to groom Baghera’s wings, will randomly take her propeller hat off, put it on herself and begin petting her hair. I also like to think that Jaiden, on account of Baghera’s wings being really badly damaged due to experiments, does this thing called Imping; basically, the process of repairing a broken feather using part of another feather. So now imagine Baghera’s yellow duck wings with random shines of purple, black and cyan because Jaiden KEEPS TRYING TO HELP HER OUT!!!

And for Baghera’s it’s definitely acts of service and words of affirmation. Like, she is a woman who’s been experimented on and while Jaiden was Cucurucho’s favorite, Baghera seemed to be the opposite (though she was the genetics department favorite… sadly), she definitely tries to give others what she couldn’t have. She constantly calls Jaiden beautiful, handsome, pretty. Jaiden will be doing anything and Baghera is right behind her being her biggest fan.

*watching her build* baghs: omg she’s so good at building… i could never… she’s soo graceful… such an incredible builder *twirls hair*

jaiden: *smiles at her and does her silly wave emote*

etoiles: *fully aware that baghera has a castle* …gay people…

jaiden: *trips and falls flat on her face*

And acts of service it’s like… Baghera was the only one getting the flowers for Jaiden when q!F*rever was urging Jaiden to keep walking instead of “losing time getting flowers”. She also knows Jaiden likes animals - so i fully expect her someday meting with her and going “hello my love i have gotten you a Cachalote because you love animals.” opening her backpack, pulling out one of the cages and giving it to Jaiden. Fully expect her to someday, on account of Jaiden loving birds, finding and getting her a Sun Bird.

Jaiden would probably free it though, and Baghera would be absolutely mesmerized by her doing so.

Introverted or Extroverted Couple

I think they are quite extroverted but also with their down times because Jaiden tends to get overwhelmed on loud spaces as we have seen before on some events because of all the noise. So I imagine that they’ll go out because Baghera and her love hanging out with their friends, and at some point Baghera will be talking to someone, and feel Jaiden laying her head on top of Baghera’s shoulder.

That’s her telltale sign for “Low Battery.” To decide whether to leave if it’s too much, or to have some recovery time away from people and noise.

She turns around, holding her head in one hand, petting her cheek, and sees to her needs. She loves going out, but Jaiden’s comfort goes first. They’d either go to a more secluded place for Jaiden to wind down, both sitting on the floor with Jaiden’s head on Bagh’s lap while she covers Jaiden’s ears with her hands to keep all that noise getting to her.

Who makes the other smile with no effort.

Jaiden makes Baghera smile without any effort. Jaiden will be doing anything and it’ll make Baghera smile, just the sight of her being enough to make her day. I think that Baghera finds this wet cat woman cute, so she’ll do something and Baghera will squeal in joy and approach to pepper kisses all over her face while mumbling something like “WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN PRETTY, I NEED TO SQUEEZE YOU.” because she gets cuteness aggression from Jaiden.

And, to Jaiden’s surprise, she finds herself smiling to herself whenever she thinks of Baghera.

#qsmp #q!jaiden #q!baghera #bird duo

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realrehaan · 25 days

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You wanna play ball? So this guy named Greg Mason The Lime Bird. :)

#Lime Bird #Greg Mason #Greg Mason The Lime Bird #rehaanrashid #rehaan #rehaan rashid #The Barkers Mind of cats #realrehaan #You wanna play ball #Play ball #Ball #The Cute Cyan Bird

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neopronouns · 1 year

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flag with symbol flag | symbol

tenethesia: a subset of aurethesia related to dark auroracore/dark ethereal fantasy and the concepts and visuals behind it

[pt: tenethesia: a subset of aurethesia related to dark auroracore/dark ethereal fantasy and the concepts and visuals behind it. end pt]

day 6 of my 5000 followers event, ‘a term under a neogender umbrella’!

this is a dark auroracore version of aurethesia! i'd consider this a smaller umbrella beneath the umbrella of aurethesia - every tenethesia gender is an aurethesia gender, but not all aurethesia genders are tenethesia.

the main difference between this and aurethesia is that tenethesia includes darker imagery, such as black/dark purple/dark blue accented with the colors included in aurethesia, moral ambiguity or villainy, creatures and characters that lean more towards creepy/scary than cute/pure, etc. the aesthetic's creator has a pinterest where you can compare auroracore and dark auroracore visuals!

colors are taken from various dark auroracore images and the format is the same as the aurethesia flag. the symbol is a magic staff/wand like the aurethesia symbol, but with the diamond swapped out for a crescent moon, since i felt it represented the darker color palette of this aesthetic. the moon is edited from crescent moon (5) from this folder.

the term is 'ten' from 'tenebris' (latin for 'darkness'), 'ethe' from 'ethereal', + 'sia' from 'phantasia' (latin for 'fantasy'). it's pronounced 'ten-eh-thee-shuh', with emphasis on the third syllable.

derived terms:

teth: a tenethesia person. plural is tethi.

teneth: a tenethesia gender. plural is tenethi.

tenin: tenethesia-in-nature (ex: teningender)

ten, tene, neth, nethe, tesia: optional prefixes and suffixes for tenethesia genders. one could also use general aurethesia suffixes for tenethesia genders.

tenethine: having tenethesia qualities. the noun form is tenethinity. (tenethesia equivalent of masculine/masculinity, feminine/femininity, etc.)

transtenethine: transitioning towards tenethinity (tenethesia equivalent of transmasc/transfem/etc.)

tenauric: gender alignment to tenethesia/tenethinity

tags: @radiomogai

flag id: the top image and bottom left image are both a flag with 7 stripes. in order, they are soft indigo, indigo, dark faded indigo, indigo-black, dark faded indigo, indigo, and soft indigo. there are 'swooping' shapes at the bottom left and top right corners, which emerge from the bottom and top stripe respectively and end just over two-thirds of the way up and down the flag respectively. the bottom left 'swoop' gradiates from soft indigo at the bottom stripe to light cyan at the tip, and the top right 'swoop' gradiates from soft indigo at the top stripe to light pink at the tip.

in the center of the left flag is a soft indigo symbol that looks like a magic wand. it's made up of a straight line with a crescent moon with its points facing upwards at one end. at the same end as the crescent moon, one on either side of the line and not quite touching the line itself, are small bird wing shapes. the symbol is angled about 30 degrees to the right.

the bottom right image is the same symbol that is on the top flag. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

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glorypeppermints · 1 year

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Post ppe Puroseka HCs.

Shizuku seems to own hundreds of hats, just, alot of hats, far far too many hats.

Ena spends an obscene amount of her art process spinning on her chair to think of an idea.

Tsukasa semi-frequents weekend Garage. Akito hates this, so he an Ena will show up at Weekend Garage and Akito will try to become a literal phantom.

Akito isn't fond of vegetables, but except for carrots, he'll still try to eat them so Toya doesn't judge him.

Toya can't eat cabbage, not because the taste, but because he gets sick after wards, he seems like the type.

Toya gets his hair cut by Mizuki, and Akito hates it, because he has to sit through a million comments about hair.

Saki is actually super talented at soft-tennis, and seems to be the club star despite it all, She practices with Toya and Tsukasa.

Tsukasa is a massive, obsessive germaphobe.

Kohane is the type who doesn't notice she's finished her snack until she reaches in for more and finds nothing.

Tsukasa us essentially unable to wear a bucket hat, he thinks they are hideous.

Shizuku may not be obsessed with cute animals/mascots, but she is really fond of birds, she really likes storks (lets hope Shiho doesn't tell her about bombirdier.)

An is a really hearty eater, even compared to Emu, a good meal with have her running miles.

Shizuku likes to listen to Bossa Nova music, Relishing in the slow paced nature of the music in question.

WxS has a Minecraft server, Tsukasa dies alot.

VBSxN25 ark server where An, Akito and Ena have been at war for the eternity of history.

Shiho says she thinks the Leo/Need Robson server is childish but is on it almost as much as Saki.

Shiho's hair was grey when she was younger but started to go cyan, So she started dying it to avoid looking like Shizuku.

#project sekai #pjsekai #an shiraishi #tsukasa tenma #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #kohane azusawa #25 ji nightcord de #shiho hinomori #shizuku hinomori #saki tenma #ena shinonome

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queensparklekitten · 6 months

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ooh you play modded now? what are your fave mods/which ones do you recommend?

yeah, i joined a modded server a while back and now it's hard to adjust to vanilla minecraft again! As for favourite mods, it's hard to choose just a few but here you go

(i use fabric btw but i'm p sure at least most of these have forge versions)

If you're really into lore, questing, lore, adventure, and lore, End Remastered is really good. Regular eyes of ender no longer work- you need to find 12 of the 16 special Eyes scattered around the world via exploring, fighting, and mining! Each Eye comes with its own cool as hell design, and if you mouse over it, you will obtain Lore!

Extra bonus points if you combine it with Yung's Better Strongholds, which makes strongholds cool as fuck. Extra EXTRA bonus points if you combine the two with BetterEnd which I'm gonna detail later on.

Speaking of Yung's Better Strongholds, the creator also has upgrades to other structures as well. I've only tried three of their mods, though, the other two being the one with bridges, and the mineshaft one. They're pretty good.

Clutter adds various fun things to the world and I can't get enough of it. Features it gives you include: butterflies (including nether ones), cherry fruit, super cute little kiwi birds, some cute blocky furniture including really pretty lacy curtains you can open and close, moss-and-flower-covered deer in lush caves, butterfly wing elytras in every colour, books placeable on the ground, little floating fish in the End, and adorable plushies of various creatures!

And if the plushies in Clutter aren't enough for you, there's also Perfect Plushies to add even more! I especially love the bunny one it's so cute

Not enough decorations? Beautify is a particular favourite of mine. Like Clutter, its decorations are vanilla styled (I've never particularly been one for furniture/decoration mods full of circles). Some favourite features of mine include lattices you can put flowers on to have them growing on your house (I covered the ceiling of a room of my base in flowers that way), hanging pots you can put most plants in, and book stacks that give power to your enchanting table while making your enchantment setup look cool.

Speaking of pretty things, Oh The Biomes You'll Go is a must-have. Seriously, it's so pretty and so good for exploration and building. The trees are massive and range from forests of perpetual autumn to purple leaves with pink flowers, there's places so full of colourful flowers it's impossible to ever use them all, there's rare enchanted forests with cyan roses and there's tall cliffs with pools at the top with lilypads and how have i not mentioned the massive stone arches covered in moss yet?

After BYG, the second best biome mod is definitely Regions Unexplored. You've gotta get this one for the rainbow glowing crystal caves alone. That being said, the lands with blue and purple leaves on all the trees, forests with big glowing mushrooms, poppy fields, pumpkin fields some of which are naturally carved (you could make a lore out of this), and fuzzy hanging plant-like things in the nether with glowing ends don't hurt either.

What's that? That's not enough pretty things for you? Well, even if it's actually more than enough, you absolutely need to get BetterEnd. Legitimately the prettiest mod I've ever seen. The starry sky alone will blow your mind. And then we've got aurora crystals which are as pretty as they sound, colourful mosses and glowing flowers everywhere, crystal and petal and snowflake particles in the air in places, huge trees with leaves in every colour out there and lots of flowery vines or lichen, very spooky dark forests that i've gone full tma statement-giver mode about, large glowing mushroom-trees covered in moss some of which are big enough to build a village on top of, golden spiral trees, massive star-shaped formations of emerald ice in the sky... I really can't describe how pretty betterend is you have to see it for yourself. Also crystal elytras. And a wood type with spiral patterns in the logs. And an enchantment that lets you look at endermen without angering them. And pink silk moths.

On the other hand, if you're looking for something a little more... spooky, or you're really into lore, The Graveyard is one of my favourite mods ever. The mobs are terrifying, between the blood and the way they move and the fact that some of them have glowing white eyes which sets my Minecraft veteran instincts off hard, but the structures are awesome and the lore is INSANE, to the point that I've got an entire google doc dedicated to my observations with this one mod and have imagined up music videos about the lore and the happenings that led to my uncovering of more and more of it. You're gonna find yourself going crazy seeking out more and more structures with lecterns, chests, and item frames containing books written by someone long dead, and getting closer to putting together the pieces (hehe double meaning). It's also got by far the coolest bossfight I've EVER done in Minecraft, with a REALLY good song that plays during it. And tons of skeleton decorations you can make to decorate your base for Halloween. So if you're a fan of manmade horrors beyond your comprehension, you gotta try Graveyard. If you're a fan of lore but don't want to have to deal with ghouls or revenants or nightmares (understandable) you still gotta try Graveyard but do it on peaceful difficulty or with commands that let you make it day or switch to creative mode at a moment's notice. (note: Graveyard's lore contains heavy discussion of cults, as well as mentioned child death and described body horror. all avoidable.)

It's also got a companion mod called Nyctophobia that adds some spooky biomes.

Creeper Overhaul adds biome-specific creeper variants, and I'm pretty sure at least one of them is friendly and won't explode you (or at least neutral). There's bamboo, desert, dripstone, and more variants of creepers, all of them designed to camouflage into their natural habitat. It's fun to make headcanons about all the different kinds.

Still not over a certain mob vote? Friends & Foes adds losing vote mobs! The glares are cute and tameable and the wildfires come with a new structure, but if you ask me, it's only got a spot on this list if you also get the addon Flowery Mooblooms, which allows for moobloom variants with every single flower in the game!

Not enough creatures? Want more? Naturalist is great in the creatures department. You can tame the adorable songbirds (including cardinals and canaries), put a snail in a bucket, ride a giraffe or zebra, and get your ass handed to you by a hippo. Also there's dragonflies.

If you want some super cool weapons, Simply Swords has the coolest fucking weapons. You can craft scythes and battleaxes and stuff, or you can go exploring and find weapons like a fire sword that explodes your opponents, or a poison sword that can convert any positive status effects on your opponent into negative ones, or a purple fire sword with an eye on it that is always watching and can regen you by damaging your enemies, or... you get the picture. It's also got support for Mythic Metals which adds some cool ores.

As for food, Croptopia is good. There's lots of fruit trees, you can make a lot of jam and soup and pie and juice and stuff. There's also Farmer's Delight which I really like, and an addon for the latter called End's Delight that adds more food to the End!

If you're into Origins, I'd say it's not fully complete without Extra Origins alongside it. <- she says without having ever actually chosen any of the origins from it, just thinking they're critical to Modded World Lore bc her first modded server had it and thus including them in her large collection of design headcanons for each origin

Finally, there's the More Axolotl Variants Mod which is exactly what it sounds like. around 10 new axolotl colours, including sculk and glow ones that you can only get through breeding. Little guys <3

Aaaand I think that's covered all the bases for my favourite mods for all the things required for a good modded world: pretty things, cool items, lore and worldbuilding, creatures, food, and the horrors!

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donkeybro · 9 months

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What if Ames and Amelia met - A Story by Donkeybro

(Note: if a character talks like ‘this’ it means they’re thinking to themselves, if they talk like “this” it means they are speaking aloud)

*It was a beautiful day outside, birds were singing away in their nests and flew through the sky, flowers of all kinds were blooming out in large fields. The weather was beautiful, not a single cloud in the sky and the sun shone brightly in the sky*

*Ames sat underneath a large tree, being shaded by the leafs and branches of said large tree. She was just playing with her plushies, playing with Carol and Whitty, having them dance around and be a cute plushie couple. She had been playing for a bit now. Until-

“Hi!~ I like your plushies! They look really cute!!”

“EEP!!”

*Ames jumped back in surprise, having not expected anyone to approach her. She looked up and spotted a girl who appeared to be 9 years old, she had brown hair with light purple highlights, wore bright purple heart shaped glasses, a purple sweatshirt, baggy blue pants and purple sneakers. The girl gave Ames a big, cheerful smile and looked at Carol and Whitty with her bright blue eyes.*

“What are their names?”

*The girl asked, Ames held up Carol*

“T-T-This is Carol…a-a-and the bomb i-i-is Whitty…”

*The girl smiled brightly and happily waved at the two plushies*

“Hi miss Carol! Hi mister Whitty!”

*Ames made Carol and Whitty wave back, before she began to speak as if Carol*

“Hello there! Aren’t you an absolute cutie!~ what’s your name?”

*The girl happily giggled at “Carol’s” comment*

“My name’s Amelia! It’s nice to meet you Carol! You too Whitty!”

*Ames made Whitty give a slight wave*

“Same to you kiddo.”

*Amelia looked at Carol, before looking up at Ames*

“May I?”

*Amelia asked, doing little grabby hands at Carol*

*Ames thought for a moment, before she spoke up*

“I-I-If you p-promise to b-b-be careful…”

*Amelia gave a nod and a little salute*

“I promise!”

*Ames, with some hesitation, carefully placed Carol into Amelia’s lap*

*Amelia smiled brightly, carefully picking up Carol and moving the plushie around. Putting on a voice that sounded like Ames’ voice for Carol*

“Hello!~ my name is Carol!~ and my owner Ames is just the cutest thing in the entire world!”

*Amelia held Carol up to Ames’ face and made it look like the plush was kissing Ames all over the face*

“Mwah Mwah Mwah Mwah!~ I love you Ames!~ Mwah!~”

*Ames became flustered at the little scene. Giving a little giggle and a small smile*

“Uh…t-t-thank you..C-Carol…”

*“Carol” booped Ames on the nose*

“You’re welcome my precious baby!~”

*Suddenly, a young female voice called out*

“Amelia! Little sis ! It’s time to go home!”

“Coming big sissy!”

*Amelia placed Carol into Ames’ head*

“Looks like I gotta go home, it was nice meeting you Ames! You too, Carol and Whitty!”

*Amelia ran to her older sister*

*Ames watched Amelia run off, giving a little wave goodbye, making Carol and Whitty wave goodbye too. Before Ames got up, packed up her plushies and headed towards her orphanage nearby.*

The End

(Hello, Donkey here with some news and updates. Let’s start with the updates)

(Updates are, progress on updating blogs with start back up. Even though I wasn’t keeping track for y’all in the first place lol. But yeah that’s gonna happen. And…that’s really it for updates)

(Now for the big news. As some of y’all may remember, I announced on this post that I would not be bringing Amelia back when I update my cyan family blog. Well, I will now just no longer be bringing Amelia back at all. However, Amelia’s journey isn’t over yet! Amelia has been given a new owner! She will no longer by my OC but she’ll still be around, everyone. Say hello to Amelia’s new owner: @ask-the-kitty-crew/my fren Shelby! She will be the new owner of Amelia and bring a fresh start to a fresh new round of her legacy!)

(Yeah, that’s everything. Hope you enjoyed the story and Shelby, enjoy your new OC bean)

#donkey writes a story

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mythrilpencil · 1 year

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Stellar Acclimation—Chapter 3: Haven Valley

The next few days blur together with a rhythm. Scout wakes up now and then, either Bronzemarch or Semyon or both check on her. Sometimes she’s in the mood for food, sometimes she’s not. Eventually she starts waking up earlier and earlier and for longer and longer until she actually wakes up with the sun and is able to stay up most of the day.

Soon enough they remove that IV thing, and they even start to help Scout try walking around the small shack a bit. It’s horribly dizzying, and the first few times she nearly keels over from the sudden feedback shooting from her side into her brand, but eventually that calms down enough she can manage a lap around the shack.

But a couple days later—after a few more test laps around the shack and after handing her a pair of slip-on shoes and a soft burgundy t-shirt he got from somewhere—Bronzemarch finally decides Scout is ready to step outside for once.

It’s near sundown when Scout scoots herself off the bed, with Semyon hovering nearby as always, and follows Bronzemarch out the eastward door. The sunlight is dim inside the shack thanks to the heavy fabric covering the windows, but as soon as Bronzemarch opens the doors, Scout is hit by still-radiant sunlight, tinted pink by the sunset and bouncing off of the sands all around the small sandstone patio. Scout has to duck slightly to avoid brushing her head against the heavy blue and yellow fabric overhanging the patio like an extension of a tent—as does Semyon, but Bronzemarch walks under the fabric just fine—but past it her feet find soft sand and the light around her dazzles for a moment.

True to the name, the environment Scout finds around her is a small desert valley, shielded on all sides by high rolling hills reinforced by dozens of maroon-bark palms. The sun itself is already hiding behind the taller hill to the west, just behind the shack; but it’s rays are still stretching across the sky, tinted coral by the dust in the atmosphere. The pink tint kisses the wispy clouds and makes the very air feel the same.

There’s a few tall hills in the middle of the valley, scattered here and there. The biggest ones have similar drapes of blue and yellow hanging from logs jutting out of the slope and attaching to similar patio walls made of tight wicker framed by hewn sandstone. The yellow stripes in the fabric catch the ambient sunlight, turning to glittering gold.

Scout can’t help but whistle as she meanders. Bronzemarch, who is several paces ahead of her down the gentle slope, turns around to look at her, shoulders bouncing with a small chuckle. “Amused. Do you like the valley?”

“It’s kinda…cute,” Scout says, her voice peaking to a whimsical whistle and a hum as she looks around. Her footsteps are meandering, only barely following her head.

“Content. It is rather quaint, isn’t it,” Bronzemarch agrees. Then he lifts a hand and waves his fingers towards himself, drawing Scout’s attention to reign her back in. “Directing. Don’t wander off, Scout. We’re going this way.”

Scout whistles again, only now realizing she has started to walk entirely perpendicular to the direction Bronzemarch is leading, and corrects her meandering trajectory. But even as she follows him and Semyon to the second-closest tall hill in the valley—one not far from a small stone fountain and a nearby tent-like pavilion of some sort—she can’t help but get distracted by everything. The palms above keep swaying in the gentle breeze, their oddly striped fronds dancing in shades everywhere between magenta and cyan. Birds of sorts Scout can’t even begin to identify glide down to the ground, finding sand-hidden nests for the night.

And the stars are beginning to twinkle through the dusk sky. Hundreds of sparkles of red and blue and gold, looking down upon her like hundreds of smiling faces.

But Scout doesn’t recognize a single one.

She pauses mid step, just over halfway to the hill Bronzemarch is heading to. Semyon notices her pause first and pauses himself, looking at her with a tilted head and a slight frown.

“Something wrong, Scout?” he asks. Bronzemarch pauses as well, looking back at Semyon and Scout with a simulated blink.

After a moment, Scout registers the question and fizzles, “Where are we?”

Semyon shares a glance with Bronzemarch, carefully answering, “Uh…Haven Valley? Didn’t Bronzemarch…”

“No, bigger’n that. Where’s this planet?” Scout points up to the sky as yet more stars show face. “I don’t know these stars.”

Semyon and Bronzemarch both glance up at the sky at that. As they do, Bronzemarch makes a click sound as if simulating the tsk of an organic tongue before noting, “Understanding. Ah, that. Informed. We’re in the Aaoe Veil system. Sector A6. It’s a fairly central sector, if uneventful outside of trade routes.”

“Trade routes?”

Bronzemarch nods, glancing at Scout again. “Informative. This planet is actually on a minor trade route between population centers. That’s part of the reason we settled here.” He waves his hand again as he turns to continue walking—which pulls Semyon’s attention back from the stars—as he adds, “Casual. Riku can tell you more about that, if you wish. Let’s go meet him.”

Semyon glances Scout’s way as if waiting for her to move before he does. So after a moment and after another glance at the stars, the back of her mind trying and failing to map the twinkling stars above her head to the ones she vaguely senses within, she keeps going.

The door they’re approaching opens when they’re still several yards away. Another man—shorter than even Bronzemarch, with bright pink arms splotched in large dusty grey spots across his face and the back of his hands, with an almost pastel green spot under his chin—steps outside the door, simultaneously dusting the sandstone brick with one hand while straightening his vivid red vest with the other. He glances up—with three eyes as red as his vest—from under the off-white hood he wears, then all but beams as he hails, “Bronzemarch! Good evening!”

“Friendly. Evening, Riku,” Bronzemarch greets back as he leads Scout and Semyon over. “Sociable. I trust business has been going well today?”

The smooth-skinned man, who apparently is this Riku everyone keeps mentioning, nods with a faux-frown that only lasts for a moment as he hums, “Oh, well enough. You know how this time of year is.” Despite this seeming like an oft-repeated conversation, Riku’s face still splits into a warm grin that makes two of his eyes squint slightly as he chuckles and quips, “Space is an ocean, after all. Seasonal routes and everything.”

Bronzemarch chuckles back with an agreeing nod. Scout just tilts her head, looking briefly Semyon’s way as they join Bronzemarch’s side. Semyon just shrugs with a dismissive twist of his lip.

Riku glances at them as they walk over, and his three eyes fix on Scout. Beaming again he says, “Ah! And this must be Scout.”

“Yer…Riku?” Scout hesitates, studying his red-on-red eyes.

The corners of Riku’s lower two eyes crinkle with a grin again as he confirms, “That would be me, yes. Riku Getsumei. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He gives a quick bow that might look stiff on anyone else but looks fluid as water on him as he just as fluidly shifts from bowing to waving the three of them inside. “Come! Let us talk more inside.”

Riku holds the door open for them as Scout follows Bronzemarch into what is apparently another shack built into the very hill itself, like a well-furnished burrow. It’s bigger than Bronzemarch’s shack, with a main room just past a small entryway and down a few steps. There’s a bed tucked behind one support pillar with sheets as red as Riku’s shirt, and against the wall on the far side of the room is a small table and chair set up. A long shelf lines the perimeter of the room, just below the ceiling. Part of the shelves are hidden behind more drapes of fabric like the ones outside. And most of the space on the shelves is filled with assorted crates and nic-nacks.

A small fire-pit is built into the center of the room, filling the room with a warm smell and a flickering light that keeps drawing Scout’s attention whenever it crackles.

“Now Scout, I hope you don’t mind my saying,” Riku begins as he closes the door behind him, “But you are quite the curious sight to behold.”

Scout turns around with a startled static pop. “Huh?”

Riku doesn’t stop smiling—is he even capable of not smiling?—but he does tilt his head ever so slightly as he studies her. His eyes keep flicking specifically towards her wispy corona, especially as she shifts awkwardly, the unsettled fizz in her plasma sending the wildest wisps upward, unbound by gravity. He gestures to her as he says, “You glow like the warmest sun. I have met many curious peoples in my travels as a merchant, but only rarely a Novakid like yourself.”

Scout glances at herself, at her glow seeping through the knit fibers of the t-shirt and making the odd loose wicker weft under her feet glitter. Meanwhile Riku slips his sandals off before weaving around her and the others, almost hopping down the steps into the room proper.

As Bronzemarch follows Riku down the shallow steps, with Semyon close in tow, part of what Riku said registers in Scout’s mind. “Wait. You’ve met more folk like me?” she wonders, plasma pulsing a bright curiosity. She’s not the only one?

“Of course!” Riku confirms as he crosses the room, “Granted, not very often. But I have met one or two. One I met must have been quite old for your kind. A bit…rough around the edges, you could say. Barely gave me the time of day, much less agreed to talk commerce. But he had the most bizarre collection of firearms I have ever seen! I’ve seen other Hylotl with odd collections, but not one like this fellow’s. Why, there must have been—”

Bronzemarch rolls his eyes with a tinny harrumph and interrupts, “Stern. Riku.”

Riku blinks at Bronzemarch—oh, he can make expressions other than smiling—but then scoffs good-naturedly at himself, “Oh! Forgive me, I got carried away again,” as he waves dismissively through the air in front of his chin.

Bronzemarch just shakes his head as if that’s a common occurrence. He meanders around the edge of the room until he comes to the small table, then leans his hands lightly against the tabletop as he redirects the conversation. “Curious. Anyways. Riku, I was wondering if you had any contacts that could help identify Scout?” he asks, voice lowering a degree of volume.

Riku cocks his head and taps his green chin contemplatively with a webbed finger as he slides fluidly into the chair. “Identify…? Hm. I don’t quite know.” He pulls a small drawer under the table open and procures a thin red-and-white tablet from it, then quirks a peculiar look at Bronzemarch as he adds, “Frankly I would assume you’d still have such connections.”

“Curt. You know I lost contact with such a long while ago.”

Riku’s only reply to that is a hum. Scout can’t read either his or Bronzemarch’s expression for the life of her. She just fizzles, plasma brightening briefly then churning with focus as she looks between Riku and Bronzemarch before giving up and glancing at Semyon for answers. He has a strange expression on his face as well for a brief moment—a twist of wistfulness buried behind his thick eyebrows—before he blinks and notices Scout looking at him. Then he just shrugs.

Well, that’s not helpful.

Scout buzzes disappointedly for a moment until Riku pauses tapping and swiping the screen of his tablet to glance at Bronzemarch again. “By the by, did we ever finish reinforcing the other hill?”

Bronzemarch pushes off the table with a huff. “Disgruntled. Not yet. Been busy. Chagrined. Why, do we have another move in soon?”

Riku nods and sets the tablet down on the table. “Actually, yes. Another human, in fact.” He chuckles as he stands back up from the chair, noting, “They don’t seem to be related, as far as I can tell. Perhaps they’re friends, passing the word along?”

“Resigned. Who knows. But if this continues I’m going to have to build a whole other house again,” Bronzemarch shrugs, his LED eyes narrowing to disgruntled rectangles with a sigh as one of his hands reaches down to…something on his belt. There’s a small click that almost masks with the crackling of the fire as Bronzemarch detaches the thing from his belt.

It’s a blocky, dusty yellow horseshoe-shaped device not much smaller than his head, with a grey handle well worn into fitting his metal hands and a strange lens attachment in the end connector between the yellow parts. The lens lights up a soft blue when Bronzemarch clicks a red button on the side, just above the handle. And immediately after, a laser shoots out, projecting a holographic cube of…wood?

Bronzemarch hums as he taps the trigger near the handle of his device, changing the hologram from wood to sandstone. “Disappointed. I’m going to have to restock,” he grumbles.

What is that thing?

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