The Wolf and the Cardinal
All right so I’ve got Owl House brainrot, and this may have been commented on already given that my classic approach to a bandwagon is to sprint through its muddy tracks and lurch onto the back end as it rolls over the finish line but!
We’ve seen a ton of animal symbolism in this show--expressed a lot through the palismans and their wielders, and of course all the foreshadowing suggesting the look of Luz’s (probably some sort of winged serpent).
The bird symbolism is the heaviest, and we get it mostly through the Clawthornes (and those associated with them).
Owls (Eda)--wisdom, knowledge, magic, and in a number of relevant cultures, curses and bad luck!
Raven (Lilith)--intelligence, death, bad fortune, chaos and survival
Hawk (Gwendolyn)--vigilance, focus, protection
Cardinal (Evelyn/Caleb/Del Clawthorne/Hunter)--This bird has a lot of meanings, but most typically they’re associated with love and passionate romance which gets the first two, but also devotion (which we can look to Del), and finally with new life and fresh starts (Hunter). Even more fun, they can sometimes be representative of departed loved ones bringing messages peace and hope. The name cardinal even comes from the Latin for door--as in door to spirituality or another world, although we might disregard this part because the cardinal bird was named after the cardinal priest’s red robes. STILL THOUGH. Portal bird.
I really love how intense and intentional this show is about that, but it brings me to another observation that made me smile: Belos named this newest Grimwalker ‘Hunter’, probably alluding to his dream of renewed witch hunting with his brother.
But Belos’ biggest animal association is that of a DEER.
And Hunters? A WOLF, one now associated with rebirth, hope and the loving whispers of the beloved dead.
‘Hunter’ indeed.
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I don't have much expierience in tickling so could you give some advice about technique? How to move ur fingers etc.?
It really depends on who you’re playing with as we are all unique! You have to take into account that every body is different, and every body is going to react differently to tools and touch.
❗️Negotiating is mandatory! You have to discuss with your play partner/s how they like to be touched, how they don’t like to be touched, if they have sour spots, where you can touch them, where you can’t touch them, if they like certain tools, if they don’t want certain tools near them, if they like finger tips but not nails, etc. Every body part, every body!
Some people don’t like rough tickles. Some people may only respond to light tickles in this spot, but rough in another. Some people are feather ticklish, but get nothing from brushes. Some people like mouth tickles, some people don’t. There’s all these different scenarios unique to every single one of us.
There really isn’t one right technique to tickle. You really have to negotiate with who you’re playing with, come up together with how the session will play out, how they like to be teased and tickled, and take things slow as you explore and experiment with them! You can discover alongside each other what you both like and dislike! Just like sex is a skill, kink is a skill too! We don’t start off as perfect players, we learn through experience and discussions! Overtime you’ll come into your role/s and have your own techniques!
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Now that grandkids ask got me super curious lol. What do you think Viren would be like as a grandfather? I know parents who were strict with their kids usually end up spoiling the grandkids. Sorry for the reminder, Viren, but you aren't getting any younger lol
The Ask in Question~
"Your apology is not accepted..."
This is a tough one for me, actually! Because the inner piece of me wants to say that he would absolutely adore and cherish his grandchildren, and while I do still believe this to be the case, where we are right now - canonically - I think he'd be a terrible grandfather, LMFAO!! But even amid all his spiraling, it is quite obvious that Viren justifies what all the bad shit he does for his goal of 'protecting and saving humanity.' So while he wouldn't be a picture perfect grandfather, I could absolutely see him using his grandchild as a driving force to keep pushing onward. After all, if he does what this pretty, pretty elf says and gets rid of the threat on Katolis, then his grandchild will be safe.
On the other hand, if it were mere days prior to the canon events, I think he'd be a little distant - only because Viren be Viren, but he'd remember all of their birthdays. He'd ensure that they received the best of the best for gifts, and there is not a doubt in my mind that he'd try to coerce them/teach them a thing or two about Dark Magic. I feel like, much in the same way Callum believes his thing is 'real magic,' Viren believes this is 'his thing' and it would be a great expression of his love to his grandchild by inviting them into these aspects of his life.
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‘the king of curses doesn’t like sharing. especially not when it comes to his partner.’
☀︎|tags. heian era!sukuna x female reader. sfw/fluff ? ig. set in the heian era, duh. jealousy & possessive themes. size difference (reader gets referred to as small!). tried to be realistic w/ sukuna’s characterisation so. . . don’t be surprised to read about him killing somebody. therefore, mentions of blood. reader is implied to have a fear of blood (dw sukuna takes care of it teehee). reader gets called 'brat'. not beta read; this sucks ass.
you were taking a stroll outside of the estate, the hem of the floral kimono you’re wearing lightly dragging along behind you. the weather was perfect with not a single cloud in sight.
a pair of silent footsteps follow yours and you sigh. even though it was an usual occurrence, you still aren’t used to having one of sukuna’s servants at your side at all times. your over protective lover insisted that it was for your own ‘safety’. as if anything or anyone could harm you whilst you stay within the four walls of the estate far up in the mountains.
sukuna is continuously busy and thus decided to assign you a personal maid that accompanies you and takes care of your every need when he isn’t able to. well - looking at the bright side of things - at least she tries her best to hide her presence from you. she tags along silently and only speaks when spoken to.
you stop near a sakura tree and tilt your head back to admire its beauty. after a few minutes pass, you hear a different pair of footsteps walking up your way. you turn your head and see a familiar male servant approaching you with his head held low.
his hands were holding onto a platter with a cup of warm tea and a few of your favorite delicacies. the brown-haired man greets you politely. maybe a bit too politely as his voice carries a bright smile, “good afternoon, my lady.”
you return the greeting with a smile of your own. it was like you to treat the servants around the estate with kindness and care — a total opposite of the king of curses. you take a pastry from the platter and look back up at the man, “thank you for bringing me these. i appreciate it greatly.”
the way you treat the ones of lower status has always been an admirable trait of yours. it might have stirred some forbidden feelings for you in the heart of the male servant. he knows that it was impossible - he’d seen how easily sukuna gets rid of those who get too close to you.
but, he isn’t here. the king of curses isn’t present in the current moment. the brown-haired male shifts in his place a little, fingernails digging into the material of the plate he was holding. he was going to do it — no one could hold him back. not even the maid who stood a couple steps away.
“y-you look very beautiful, my lady.” the servant stutters and bows his head at you. you are surprised to hear such a flattering sentence leave the lips of the man in front of you. none of the men around you had dared to be this straightforward in ages. they all knew the possible consequences that such actions could bring after all.
perhaps it was due to the absent intimidating presence of your lover. still, you can’t help but feel grateful. you giggle softly, covering your mouth with your free hand, “thank you so much.”
the male servant gulps at the sound of your laughter. ‘oh, how lucky the king of curses is - to have such a beautiful woman at his side,’ the man thought to himself. he was sure that he could treat you better than the indifferent sukuna himself.
he hesitates to continue the conversation for a second. there was an urge deep within him; to ask if you’d like to have some tea with him in the dining area. it would be extremely bold and maybe way out of line considering that you’re taken.
but, the way you reacted to his earlier compliment gave him a huge confidence boost. one that would sooner or later send him to his grave.
“would you perhaps be interested in joining me for a drink, my lady?” the servant asks and anything that happens after that instant, is all but a blur.
you can’t process the next few moments as everything happens way too fast. the last thing you remember seeing, was the servant before you. a sudden gust of wind passes by and the sounds of quick slashes fill your ears. you couldn’t figure out anything else as your vision gets blocked by something. or rather - someone.
a familiar and large hand covers the back of your head. the scent of the person holding you is also oddly familiar—a certain scent that made a shiver run down your spine from both excitement and light fear.
“sukuna?” you guess and guess correctly. your voice was muffled due to your face being smushed against his torso. you didn’t yet understand what happened, so you try to pull your body away from the king of curses, only for his grip on you to tighten.
sukuna’s face was as emotionless as ever. his eyes look down at the pile of blood near your feet — what was once a human being had now turned into nothing but a pure crimson liquid.
“foolish. absolutely foolish.” the king of curses grumbles, his tone filled with disgust. he doesn’t soften the grip on your body for even a moment. one of his four arms holds you captive against him, his hand firmly yet somehow tenderly cradling your head just above his midriff, “it seems that i cannot leave this place for a single second.”
sukuna glances at your personal maid who had been bowing to him the moment he appeared out of thin air. she could feel his piercing gaze on her and knew exactly what to do without being told: to clean up the mess that stained the garden’s pavement.
“sukuna,” you try to move your head again, but was still restricted. you let out a small whine in response. you just wanted to see your lover after spending an entire day without him. any thoughts about that servant from earlier had long vanished, “i want to see you. can i?”
the request is an innocent one. there isn’t a visible change in sukuna's expression, but the way you asked him that was quite. . . endearing, if he were to explain it. he would comply if it wasn’t for the literal bloodbath he created. which he doesn’t want you to witness.
“not yet.” he replies and effortlessly uses one of his arms to pick your small body up. your lover notices how you try to steal a glimpse at the scene behind you while he moves you around in his embrace. he grunts and gently smacks the back of your head, “no peeking, brat. do as told.”
sukuna knows how much you hate the sight of blood. he's being considerate towards you — even if you do not realise that just yet. however, he also does not have a single regret about murdering that servant. it was to be expected. anybody who dares to make a move on his woman should suffer his wrath.
plus, it's not like you don't know about sukuna's ruthless actions. you’ve come to get used to them; more and more male servants keep dissappearing without a trace after they’ve been ‘too friendly' with you. it's easy to guess who’s behind those disappearances.
it doesn’t bother you in the slightest. as long as you don't see it happening and as long as you get to stay under sukuna's care and protection - you don’t mind.
“can i look now?” you huff after sukuna has carried you away from the garden. the king of curses clicks his tongue at your impatience.
he sighs deeply before allowing you back on your own two feet, “i do not understand why you’re so adamant on looking at me, but fine.”
you waste no time and immediately open your eyes. your gaze doesn’t wander off towards your surroundings—it instantly settles on sukuna. he looked the same as usual; there was not a single change about his appearance and yet you find yourself smiling at the sight of him.
“i missed you.” you hug your lover and feel him returning the gesture a few seconds later. he looks the other way and may seem indifferent to your display of affection, though the man was secretly grateful for it. for you in general.
“mhm.” sukuna lets out a small noise of acknowledgment and that is all you get out of him. he doesn’t have to say much; his body automatically does the talking. he squeezes your body against his — your small frame disappearing behind his beefy arms.
the king of curses doesn’t understand why, but the way your eyes sparkle when looking at him, intrigues him. sukuna had never seen another human look at him like that before after all. they all cower in fear; except for you. you don’t show a single ounce of fear. thus why you are something - someone - he must keep for himself.
he has and will never have any intent on sharing you with anyone. you’re his, for as long as he exists.
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