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yanderecrazysie · 3 months

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Twisted Zoo Chapter 4

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you.

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

Previous Part: Chapter Three

Next Part: Chapter Five

WARNINGS: none for now

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

Note 2: I was in a “blushy” mood when I wrote this

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The parrot had returned to his perch and was watching you curiously as you pulled out your notebook. You decided that you might as well go over and study him first, since he seemed eager enough to talk earlier.

“Hey, I never got your name,” you said, waving at the colorful-winged boy.

He gave you a big smirk, “Ace is the name, don’t forget it.”

You couldn’t help but think he was even a little more cocky than the peacocks. The way he smirked at you made you feel like he was grating on your nerves a little.

“Well, my name is (Y/n), it’s nice to meet you,” you said, smiling brightly.

“I’m not going to remember that,” Ace said matter-of-factly, “Too many keepers, you know?”

You tried to keep the annoyance from showing on your face, but it must have shown a little, because Ace’s grin was widening. For whatever reason, he was toying with you.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking some notes,” you said, holding your notebook up for him to see.

“I do mind,” Ace shot back without hesitation.

“What do you want to do then?” You asked, biting back a sigh, “Did you want to talk?”

For the first time, the mask slipped. The smug grin disappeared, revealing something more vulnerable, “Everyone that comes through just makes me repeat things like I’m some sort of circus freak.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, heart clenching at his confession. You could picture little kids trying to get him to repeat after them like a… well, a parrot, “I won’t do that to you. We can just have normal conversations.”

Ace’s eyes averted from your figure and a slightly blush rose on his cheeks, “Yeah, I mean, I’d like that.” He raised his arm to shield his blush from you, “Ah- I, um, we can talk next time.”

“Are you sure? I’d love to talk with you.”

“Yeah…” the redness spread to Ace’s ears. You hadn’t meant to make him blush, but you couldn’t help but think it was cute. You were disappointed when he spread his wings and flew off to the birdhouse, disappearing inside.

You pulled out your notebook and began to write:

DAY 1

PARROT

The parrot halfling’s name is Ace. His wings and hair are more orange than red like in normal parrots. Other than the wings on his back and the way his feet curl into talons, he looks human.

He’s able to hold conversations easily and probably knows more languages than the average human. He seems to like retreating to his birdhouse to eat and have privacy.

Next, you decided, you’d go to the raven, since his cage was right next to Ace’s.

The cage appeared empty and you quickly realized he must be inside his birdhouse. Because of the color of his hair and wings, it was impossible to pick him out among the shadows in the entrance.

“Deuce!” You called out, “How are you doing?”

Immediately, there was movement inside the birdhouse and Deuce’s head poked out, staring out at you, eyes glittering with excitement despite his calm expression. Dark blue wings spread and, before you knew it, his talons were digging into the perch at the edge of his cage.

“Remember?” Deuce asked.

“Huh?” Your mind went blank, unsure of what he was trying to ask you.

“Remember?” Deuce asked again, this time pointing at his chest.

“Oh! Yes, I remember you.”

A soft smile spread across Deuce’s lips and you returned it with an even brighter grin.

“You? You name?” Deuce pointed at you and you startled. You had forgotten to tell him your name!

“I’m (Y/n)! It’s nice to officially meet you, Deuce,” you held out a hand for him to shake, but he merely stared at it in confusion.

“Deuce, you idiot, you're supposed to shake her hand,” someone’s voice snorted. To your surprise Ace had emerged from his birdhouse to poke fun at the bird in the cage next to his own.

Deuce reached out and grabbed your hand and shook it. His hands were so smooth you were amazed he wasn’t using moisturizer. You released his hand but he kept holding on to yours.

“Um, Deuce, you have to let go,” you laughed awkwardly.

Deuce’s face hardened and he tightened his hand around your own. You tried to pull away but he still didn’t let go.

“Let go Deuce!” You said sharply.

Deuce looked startled and dropped your hand. His face fell and he hunched his shoulders, looking ashamed.

“It’s okay,” you tried to reassure him, but it was too late, he was already flying back to his birdhouse.

Ace made a disgusted noise and disappeared into his own birdhouse once more.

Sighing shakily, you pulled out your notebook again.

DAY 1

RAVEN

The raven halfling’s name is Deuce. He doesn’t seem to know much English. Earlier, he had trouble opening the salad container.

He seemed to like holding my hand, as he didn’t want to let go.

“Let’s go talk to the flamingos,” you said to yourself, walking over to their cage.

The flamingos were on the opposite side of the cage, but you were hesitant to step inside. The enclosure was designed to look like the wetlands, and you were afraid your shoes may get absolutely ruined.

Oh well, you figured, I can just get new shoes if that happens.

Cater and Riddle looked up as you entered the cage, the gate closing noisily behind you. They watched you curiously as you cheerfully made your way towards them. Suddenly, the ground gave way and your left leg sank up to the knee in water. You lost your balance and started to fall towards the large pond taking up half their exhibit. You let out a strangled cry as the water grew closer.

Then, everything stopped. You were suddenly aware of hands holding your waist and forearm, keeping you from plunging straight into the water.

“Nice catch, Riddle!” Cater gasped, his hands joining the smaller man’s to help pull you onto dry land.

Shakily, you said, “Thank you guys so much!”

Riddle turned his head away, but nodded bashfully, a light pink dusting his cheeks. Cater grinned at him knowingly.

“I just wanted to say ‘hi’ to you two and introduce myself,” you explained, “I’m (Y/n), and I’ll be visiting you every few days.”

“Not every day?” Cater pouted. Maybe it was your imagination, but Riddle looked a little disappointed too.

“No, sorry,” you apologized.

“Tired,” Riddle said sharply.

“It is getting late,” Cater nodded.

Curiously, you asked, “How do you know English so well, Cater?”

Cater beamed, “I was a pet.”

A pet? Keeping a wild halfling as a pet somehow felt worse than keeping them in a zoo, but you couldn’t explain why. At least Cater didn’t seem to be bothered by his past.

You looked up at the sky and cursed- it really was getting dark. If you wanted to see the peacocks before darkness fell, you’d have to hurry.

“I’m sorry, I should go say ‘hi’ to the peacocks,” you told the pair.

Riddle nodded and began to walk away. Cater pouted but nodded as well. You quickly jotted down a few notes in your notebook.

DAY 1

FLAMINGOS

The two flamingos are named Riddle and Cater. They’re different from the other birds in that they have webbed feet instead of talons.

Cater is a former pet, so he knows English pretty well.

You felt like your notes were getting shorter and shorter, but you were feeling tired today. In the end, the notes were for your eyes only unless you made a discovery. So far the only thing out of the ordinary was Deuce’s hand holding, but even that wasn’t anything surprisingly. Halflings wouldn’t know what makes humans uncomfortable, after all.

You found yourself slipping into the peacock enclosure without even thinking about it. All three of them looked at you, so you smiled and waved at them. Rook waved back enthusiastically, but Epel continued to stare and Vil looked away haughtily.

Once you were close to them, you found yourself admiring Vil. Despite his attitude, he really was gorgeous, “You’re so beautiful, Vil.”

Vil’s eyes went wide and he looked at you in surprise for a moment before a gentle smile spread across his lips, “Thank you.”

Epel and Rook looked just as stunned as you felt. Maybe he wasn’t as prickly as you had originally thought.

“You’re Epel, right?” You asked the adorable lilac-haired peacock.

Epel nodded and, before you could say anything else, he sternly said, “Not cute!”

“What?” You couldn’t figure out what he meant. Was he saying Vil wasn’t cute? You weren’t cute?

“Mademoiselle,” Rook smiled and brushed his fingers along your arm, “He not like cute.”

“He doesn’t like being called cute?” You asked.

Rook and Epel both nodded.

“Alright, then I won’t call you cute,” you reassured him, “Is handsome okay?”

Epel nodded, tucking his chin against his chest in embarrassment.

You giggled and introduced yourself, “Well, I’m (Y/n)! I’ll be visiting you every few days.”

“Nice to meet you, Mademoiselle,” Rook said.

Epel stumbled over his words, “Nice to… meet you.”

Vil didn’t say anything but he gave you a nod of acknowledgment. You pulled out your notebook.

DAY 1

PEACOCKS

Peacock halflings have a fan of feathers protruding from their backs, setting them apart from all other bird halflings. The peacocks at the zoo are named Vil, Rook, and Epel.

Rook is friendly, but the other two, especially Vil, aren’t as interested in me.

Note: Don’t call Epel “cute”.

The peacocks looked tired, Epel having already sat down and pulled his wings around him. It was best if you went to the bird you had saved for last- the owl.

You waved goodbye, only receiving a responding wave from Rook. A few moments later, you were closing the gate behind you and heading over to the owl’s cage.

The green-haired owl was awake and chowing down on his salad. He looked at you curiously, a gentle smile gracing his lips as you approached him.

“I’m (Y/n), I never had the chance to ask you your name.”

“I’m Trey,” the owl responded, his voice smooth. You were surprised to realize that he wore glasses, and wondered how on earth they did eye tests on halflings.

“How did they know you needed glasses?” You asked. After all, it’s not like they could have him read something out, since halflings couldn’t read.

Trey smiled, “I hit things. With my wings. I fly. Fly into things.”

“That makes sense,” you mused, “So it’s better now?”

“Yes, better now,” Trey nodded.

You couldn’t explain what it was, but for some reason, the way Trey looked down at you made your stomach twist unpleasantly. It was like he was the one researching you. His eyes were sharp, greedily taking in every movement, while the simple smile remained glued to his face.

He put you on edge.

“Well…” your smile wavered, “I’m going to take some notes.”

“No more talking?” Trey asked. You couldn’t tell if it was your imagination or not, but the smile seemed… off. As though he were mocking you.

You had a feeling this halfling was much more intelligent than he let on.

“Sorry,” you forced a bright smile, “I’m going home soon, so I need to do this.” You pulled out your notebook and began to write quickly.

DAY 1

OWL

The owl halfling’s name is Trey. He has a barn owl’s wings, but he has green hair. He wears glasses.

Note: Keep your eye on him.

You were so tired, you were probably imagining things. Either way, you were ready to get home as soon as possible.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

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jigeuminunbich · 22 days

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new look | lee jeno

synopsis in which you become acquainted with your boyfriend’s new haircut

genre nonidol!au, fem!reader, established relationship, and fluff

warnings reader is a bit bratty, pet names (baby, pretty), and a man having the audacity to cut his hair instead of growing it out :((

word count less than 1k

a/n wrote this as a love letter to the legendary jullet (jeno mullet) BUT also an appreciation of his short cut because i think he’s rocking it right now. though nothing, and i mean not one thing, can touch the hot sauce jullet (r.i.p bby)

Trust, Jeno knew the weight of this situation. Your attachment to his hair was no secret between the two of you. You loved it. Threading your fingers in the hairs around the nape of his neck, continuously running your hands through his raven locks, attentively fixing the lengthy strands that fell into place in front of his sight. Sure, in your lonesome together, your hands were always on Jeno but your number one comfort place was having a hand constantly glued to his hair.

“___, baby, please open the door,” Jeno pleaded, gently laughing against the wood of your bedroom door. Of course there was a way he could finesse the knob himself but he found your unnecessary, yet completely anticipated temper tantrum— cute.

“No!”

“Baby,” Jeno bit back laughter, pressing his freshly exposed forehead to the door.

“How could you do this to me?!” Though muffled, he heard your dramatic query. His shielded laughter pushed its way past his lips, leaving you to hear his harmonious snickering as you stood on the opposite side of the threshold.

“What was that, pretty?” Jeno’s smile stretched, expecting his question would pressure you to let him in. The stretch of his lips could only double when he heard the lock click— stepping a few paces back for your reappearance just before your exasperated face was peeking through the minor crack you purposefully left in the door.

“I said,” you began. “How could you do this to me?” You whined, the sight of your boyfriend promptly making you upset all over again.

Jeno chuckled at your state, taking you the least bit seriously. “You’re being dramatic,” he countered.

Before you could hide from him again, Jeno wedged his hand between the door and the sill. Obviously, you were no match against his strength so you gave up control over the door without a fight.

“Thank you, finally.” Jeno smiled triumphantly, his tone dripping in sarcasm as he stepped into your shared bedroom where you had been hiding yourself for the past half hour upon witnessing his new haircut.

You presented yourself as less than ecstatic to see him, to say the least. By the time Jeno had entered, you were already shrouding yourself with your comforter to avoid him once more.

A sigh left Jeno while he wondered to himself how long you two were going to play this game. “Pretty, you can’t still be upset…” slowly, Jeno crept over to the edge of the bed to sit next to your hidden form.

He heard you huff from underneath the blankets before you quickly flipped it off your head. “Well I am.” And your head was covered again.

“You don’t like it?” Jeno probed you, of course he knew what your answer was but playing with you was just so much fun.

Like a game of catch-a-mole, your head peaked from beneath the covers like before to deliver him a quick qip but this time your boyfriend was time enough, catching the comforter with his hand to keep your pouty face in view.

“Jeno,” you cried.

“___,” Jeno mocked your whiny tone, maneuvering up the bed to hover over you. Though you feigned discontent with your boyfriend, you’d be stupid to ignore the kiss he pressed to your lips. You allowed your lips to mesh, it was swift, but effective in turning your once rigid form into something like jelly.

He pulled back, his handsome face still peering down over your own.

“Jeno,” you parroted yourself, this time your voice was softer as you reached a hand up to gently brush against his newly chopped fringe.

“Yes, pretty?”

You sighed at the usage of your nickname, it was twisted that he knew exactly how to use it to his advantage. Wordlessly, your opposite hand came to grip at the front of Jeno’s shirt, effectively pulling him down on top of you. He followed through, giggling as he situated his weight comfortably overtop of you.

This new position allowed you to adjust yourself along the crook of Jeno’s neck. “I don’t hate it,” you reluctantly whispered into his skin.

Shocked, Jeno changed the angle to where your faces were nearly touching. “No?” He whisper-shouted.

“No.” You giggled at the sight of his wide, stunned eyes, your hand still roaming the expanse of his cut.

Jeno smiled at this, bringing his lips back to your own and inevitably closing the gap between you. This time you gave more of yourself to him, arching your front into his. Sighing when you felt his hand place itself along your side.

He cut the kiss short once again, your faces still close as ever.

“I happen to like it. It suits you,” you admitted shamefully, it was disappointing to yourself that you had caused all this uproar to finalize that the change, though drastic and sudden, wasn’t all that bad.

It framed his face and highlighted his sculpted features. Lord knows he was still as handsome as ever, and this new cut gave you more opportunity to marvel at him. Though your fingers had less to work with, you were still able to play in it nonetheless.

“Thank you, baby.” Freshly flustered with your change in tune, Jeno pressed a peck to your nose, garnering a giggle from you.

“No problem.”

With your situation finally reaching a resolution, Jeno situated himself to lay on his side, holding onto you while his head was placed on your chest. Giving you the perfect opportunity to let your fingers linger in his hair like you’ve become accustomed to.

“More than my mullet?” Jeno mused.

“Don’t push it.”

#nct dream x reader #jeno x reader #lee jeno x reader #nct x reader #nct x y/n #nct dream x y/n

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gorgeouslypink · 5 months

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hey pink!

i was hoping you could offer some encouragement and advice to me. basically the entire luckyvoidgirl thing yesterday, i acctually liked her success story, it made sense to me and i even listened to cee's subliminal and my parents ended up saying i don't have to go to this dumb event i was dreading so im even seeing successes with it

the thing was she said something that i can't stop thinking about. she said that a lot of tumblr is just misinformation and that the original blog that brought the void to tumblr was divineangelbee and she was exposed for lying about the void. everyone just copied whatever she said and kept spreading the same stuff she put out but her own experience was all a lie. it really got me thinking about how educated this community is about loa, like the void state and loa is so intertwined. luckyvoidgirl never said she used loa and she did something different but she got so much flack bc the void community on tumblr is so deeprooted in loa, possibly bc of angel. but anyways for a community that is so deeprooted in loa, so many people haven't entered and even worse, so many bloggers have been exposed for lying about their success story. the crazy thing is its so easy to lie on tumblr so the fact that so many have gotten caught makes me wonder how many we haven't even caught and really how does a community that knows loa struggle like this.

idk i just can't stop thinking about this and was hoping for some guidance.

hey love! im technically on break but you're not the only one spiraling so i rlly wanted to answer this.

first of all, i want to say she's just lying and this community is great but i can't. the truth of the matter is she is right. the person who brought the void to tumblr was @divineangelbee and she was the one who went around saying it was super easy and anyone can do it and she was and is still pretty much the blueprint for how a lot of voidstate tumblr thinks, but she was exposed for harassing her friends to enter the void for her. since then, many other bloggers who basically parrot the same thing as her have been exposed as well.

however i want to highlight something here. just because someone preaches something and it doesn't work out for them doesn't mean it's false. this is a super old argument, like back when bloggers like cleo and raven were super popular but people were arguing abt Sammy Ingram. basically she was a big affirm and persist girlie and people were going at her for saying this but never losing any weight (her main goal with manifestation was to lose weight but she never did and just gaslighted anyone who pointed it out, saying they were bodyshaming her). while something was off for sammy (maybe she didn't persist or maybe she just didn't bother doing her method at all), her method worked for so many people. there's boatloads and boatloads of success stories from her videos and methods. so someone can be lying about the void and still be giving legit advice.

however, the void state community on tumblr DOES have a lot of misinformation. ive seen people claim the void state is just SATS, just alpha state, theta state, delta state, it's acc just a placebo for you to guarantee manifestations, and all sorts of nonsense. now there's a new addition, people who tell you to pay money and they'll get you into the void state. it's honestly crazy how hard the community went against the luckyvoidgirl but not some of the other stuff i see here.

but anyways, what do you do?

you need to realize that you entering the void has nothing to do with the state of the void community on tumblr. people lying abt entering the void doesnt make the void a lie, it makes them a liar.

ive been in that position where i hailed bloggers and felt attached to this community so drama here messed with me internally. you shouldn't be doing that. please read my Doubts post where i talk about overcoming this and also provide many sources of proof that the void is real so that you don't need to rely on tumblr to know that:

also it helps to find a few reputable sources. i just wanted to give a shout out to someone rn: @voidprincessblog

her page is the page i would recommend to everyone. you can tell the amount of research and effort she puts into every post and you can trust her to be a reputable source on info.

im going to attach this other post of mine for you as well:

i wish you the best of luck on your void journey and hope this helps! 💟

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mysteryshoptls · 2 months

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SSR Lilia Vanrouge - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Lilia: Seeing all these paintings on display, unchanging from when they were painted hundreds of years ago… it sure does bring me joy.

Lilia: Ooh, that painting over there is of the Thorn Fairy's men!

???: The Thorn Fairy's men, huh… Were they really that strong?

Lilia: Epel, so you were checking out this painting too. Are you curious about them?

Epel: Ah, yes! I was thinking they're rather head-empty lookin'… I mean, they look real sweet!

Lilia: Mhm, they are adorable. And despite that, they would always be carrying their weapons so as to respond to the Thorn Fairy's whims immediately.

Lilia: That means they must have been wonderfully loyal and brave soldiers.

Epel: I see… They don't really look like it, but when you put it that way, I can kinda see how cool they are, I guess?

Lilia: Right, right? And it just goes to show how great the Thorn Fairy was to be able to command such men.

Epel: Aren't they just following her because they've pledged loyalty to her?

Lilia: You should take a good look at this picture. See how they're all just filled with character?

Lilia: It's actually extremely difficult to folks like them in line. Isn't it the same with the students in our school?

Lilia: Everyone's so self-confident, they just do as they please. Those that actually listen to others, or follow orders are actually in the minority.

Epel: Ahaha… I'm getting what you're saying, I think.

Epel: Now I wonder how the Thorn Fairy was able to keep her men in line, then.

Lilia: Kufufu… You're a student of Night Raven College, you should already understand.

Lilia: You get them to understand just who is in charge by a show of force! It's the simplest method.

Epel: True… So that basically means that her men followed her because she was super strong.

Lilia: Mhm. But even so, a show of force won't be able to garner true loyalty.

Lilia: The most important thing when leading a legion is to build a trusting relationship with your men.

Lilia: Trust can't just be achieved overnight. I'm sure the Thorn Fairy put in a lot of effort to get to this point, too.

Epel: "Build a trusting relationship," huh… How would you do it if it was you, Lilia-san?

Lilia: THE BEST WAY IS TO SHARE A MEAL TOGETHER!

Lilia: I've actually served meals to the other Diasomnia students, hand-made by me.

Lilia: Everyone was so moved that they were utterly speechless. They couldn't even bring themselves to touch it.

Lilia: When they finally ate it, there was a whole range of reactions, including some who laid themselves out on the dining table, or those who covered their face with their hands. There were some who even burst into tears.

Epel: Wow, your cooking must be amazing!

Lilia: Mhm! Once I set my hand to it, I can make any petulant kid fall in line.

Lilia: Ever since then, I've tried to make more home-cooked meals to try to deepen the relationship between our dormmates…

Lilia: But they would all band together, saying they don't want to trouble me. They're all such humble boys.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Lilia: This is a painting of the Sorcerer of the Sand's companion. His red and blue feathers are bright and vibrant.

Epel: Kinda unusual to have a parrot as a sidekick, huh.

Lilia: Mhm. However, this parrot is said to be able to perfectly imitate human voices and speech.

Lilia: I'm sure that alone was something of use to the Sorcerer of the Sands.

Lilia: Ahh～ how envious. I wish I had a special ability to do something like that.

Epel: Would there even be something worth changing voices for?

Lilia: There's a lot to choose from. The best way to use it would be…

Lilia: FOR A VIRTUAL AVATAR STREAM!

Epel: A virtual avatar stream…? What is that?

Lilia: Oh what, you don't know? Basically, people create avatars that represents them on the internet…

Lilia: And they use those avatars to promote their content of food reviews and let's plays of video games.

Lilia: I didn't know myself, until one of my online gaming buddies recommended it to me…

Lilia: But I think it would be cool to use an avatar to become a different person and chat away with my viewers.

Lilia: Don't you think it would be fun to see my cute little self stream videos in an avatar of a big, strong, burly man?

Epel: Does that mean… I could be strong and burly on the internet, too!?

Lilia: Oh, are you interested too, Epel? Then we should collaborate and both become buff streamers!

Epel: That could be fun! Oh, so this is what you were talking about when you said you wanted to change your voice to become another person?

Lilia: That's right. Normally, you'd need a voice changer to change your voice.

Lilia: But that is just a whole different hassle to deal with. Sounds like there's no end to the amount of equipment you might end up needing for it

Lilia: I keep thinking I'll ask my online gaming buddies who might know more about it, but I get so absorbed by our quest that I keep forgetting.

Lilia: I'd sure love it if I got super popular and was drowning in likes, subscribes, and superchats.

Epel: I don't really get it, but… I think it's fun to think about becoming someone you really want to be!

Lilia: Right? Although, I do have a wonderful voice, you know… It could be a terrible shame to hide it with a voice changer.

Lilia: And if I'm going to use my velvet voice, I guess my avatar should be good-looking to fit…

Lilia: But if I do that, then it wouldn't be much different than my real self… Hrrrm, what to do?

Lilia: Ah…! Does that mean streaming with my real face would be on the table too…!?

Lilia: If I did that, I wouldn't need a voice changer, or the ability to imitate voices. That might be the quick and easy way to solve it.

Epel: Eh, what happened to collaborating with each other using buff avatars!?

Lilia: Oh, right! Ah, I'm getting forgetful in my old age.

Lilia: Maybe I could have two different avatars? Kufufu, this is starting to tickle my want for a new kind of challenge again.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Lilia: This old woman… This is the Fairest Queen in disguise. This painting depicts the scene where she is handing an apple to a princess.

Lilia: Maybe you're more familiar with this painting than I, since you're a student in Pomefiore?

Epel: In the Shaftlands, there is a well-known story about how the Fairest Queen donned a disguise in order to hide her identity.

Epel: I think Vil-san was saying that there's actually a lot of different interpretations for why, but…

Epel: I wonder why the Fairest Queen chose to disguise herself as an old woman?

Epel: If she was just trying to hide her identity, she could have also just chosen a cool and ripped figure…

Lilia: Perhaps she didn't want to frighten the princess. A muscular physique can be overpowering sometimes…

Lilia: And if she is too beautiful, she would also be difficult to approach. So, maybe that's why she thought an old woman would be a good choice?

Epel: Hmmm. I never even thought about how it'd be hard to approach someone because they're "too beautiful."

Lilia: Well, that makes sense for you. Nevertheless, human thought process is both inconsistent and interesting.

Lilia: To tell you the truth, even I had a time in my life where which people would only stare from a safe distance…

Lilia: But then during my travels, sometimes I would get random freebies at markets by people who thought me just a "cute little boy."

Lilia: That's when I realized for the first time, that I AM SUPER CUTE!!

Lilia: Ever since then, I've made it a point to share my cute charm with everyone as much as possible.

Lilia: I'd get things like free carriage rides, or steep discounts while shopping… You do it too, don't you, Epel?

Epel: I don't!! Although, yeah, I have gotten free snacks while running errands before, sure, but…

Lilia: So you're able to reap the benefits without actually showing off…! Mhm, I still have much to learn.

Lilia: But don't count me out yet. Like, even after enrolling at Night Raven College…

Lilia: I'd have classmates who'd save me a seat in the cafeteria, or carry heavy luggage for me…

Lilia: Everyone was just fawning over me ☆

Epel: That's… Aren't they just mocking you, though!? It's like they're looking down on you, I'd never let that pass.

Lilia: Kufufu, you still have a lot to learn, too. There's no harm in using what's available to you.

Lilia: But that is all old news, anyway. The longer I've spent time on campus, the more people have learned the extent of my abilities.

Lilia: There were times that I've completely shut down students from other dorms who lazily tried to pick fights with me, too…

Lilia: By the next semester, everyone was treating me completely different.

Lilia: Now, I'm stuck as "Reliable Lilia-san." And I really just wanted to settle into the role as the "Cute Little Brother."

Epel: That means they all recognized you for your abilities, right? Lilia-san, you're so cool!

Lilia: Kufufu, my cuteness is supposed to be my selling point, but I guess it's not bad to be called cool, neither.

Epel: No way, being cool is much better! It's great to hear a story like that of what could be.

Epel: …Ah, it's gotten pretty late. I'm going to start checking out other exhibits.

Lilia: Mhm, see you. Okay, since Epel has wandered off, I think I'll just meander a bit… Hm?

Lilia: Oh this… This is a painting of fairies gifting blessing to a princess. Heh. I can't help but chuckle every time I see this painting.

Lilia: If they were to gift her blessings of happiness, then they should have gifted her the strength to break her own curse. And yet…

Lilia: They chose to give her beautiful looks, and a beautiful singing voice. What fools

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #epel felmier #twst lilia #twst epel #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: vil

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telvess · 6 months

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Record of Ragnarok: What kind of pet do they have?

I'm like Tesla 🤣

Jack

I once read that people who are broken or haven’t experienced much love as children tent to choose animals that are less popular and sometimes seen as bad omens, such as black cats or ravens. So I see that Jack has a rat as a pet. They are intelligent and very clean animals, with an unfairly given bad reputation, and I think that suits Jack very well.

Nicola Tesla

Hear me out, Tesla is the proud owner of a turtle. There's a joke going around turtle owners that every time the turtle does something - such as yawns or falls asleep - you take a photo or video of it and happily show it to everyone. This is Tesla. The entire science crew has a mailbox full of this kind of spam, and their all sigh whenever Tesla sends them a new video of his pet doing absolutely nothing.

Poseidon

I think he likes animals in general. He despises humans and most gods for not behaving as they should, but animals are themselves. They do what is expected of them, they are excellent at being themselves, if that makes sense. So Poseidon probably has a dog that he has trained very well. The dog listens to all commends and generally behaves very well.

Hades

It’s canon that Hades has a pet - cockatoo. These animals require a lot of attention from their owner, which makes sense because we all know how lonely Hades is. He is literally playing chess with it! The parrot probably knows some fancy words like „magnificent” or „mellifluous”, and a whole bunch of wine names that it randomly says. Adamas, by the way, puts some effort into educating the bird too and incidently teaches it how to swear.

Beelzebub

Given how little he cares and how little he CAN care, the only option he has is fish. He gives it a good tank, he remembers to feed it and that’s it. They just exist. Damn… how depressing…

Loki

Two options. First: SAND ANT FARM. He watches it from time to time, mocking the ants for poor direction choices or just messing up with them for funnies. Second option is ferret. Loki finds them both annoying and interesting. There’s no boredom with them.

Ares

Ares thinks highly about himself, after all he is a part of the most powerful pantheon and the son of Zeus. He believes that he deserves only the best, which mean that whatever animal he gets, it will be a pure breed. If he chooses a cat or dog, it will receives a golden pillow to sleep on, a silver food bowl, the fanciest toys, the best caretakers, and… „the best owner”.

Thor

Thor has a cat. Most of the time they simply exist in their spaces and don’t interact. But every now and then a cat comes to Thor and demands a scratch, which Thor gives without hesitation. Loki once overheard Thor talking to his pet in those rare moments. Surprisingly, he speaks in a very gentle and caring tone, almost like mother to her child.

Hajun

He probably has a tank full of dead fish. Never cleaned, never fed, never bothered.

Lu Bu

Lu Bu has a pussy. He had no intention of having a pet, so the cat had to choose him, and Lu Bu obligated. He gives it lots of scratches and plays with it. Lu Bu is unfazed by the claws. Hearing her meow when he isn’t close puts him in a fighting stance. Nobody hurts his cat girl.

Hermes

Budgies! The guy has a lot of responsibilities, he's probably the last to fall asleep and the first to wake up, but he still finds time for his melodious pets. They always get the best snacks and for some unknown reason they become very excited when Zeus is around.

Göll

She has hamster, as small and cute as she is. Göll tries very hard to provide it a happy life, which probably means she’s trying too hard. She asks all his sisters for advice, and knowing how many siblings she has, she probably ends up with very conflicting opinions.

Zerofuku

Definitely rabbit. They are both full of energy, do not pose a threat and just enjoy themselves on a clearing somewhere.

Buddha

He doesn't have a pet, but he occasionally looks after Zerofuku’s and Göll's pets. He complains that he doesn't have time and that he doesn't care, but in the end he has a great time with the rabbit and hamster.

Noah

I think he ends up with a pigeon. He just feeds it from time to time in the same place and slowly tames it. Before he knows it, the bird becomes a new part of his life. He tells it about his problems, about Luna, Jack, Mother Goose and Shakespeare. This pigeon has therapeutic properties.

Qin

Definitely a husky. I see just two idiots keep talking to each other and arguing over nothing. The more the emperor demands something, the louder the husky's tantrum will be.

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I'm literally in love with your damnation au! It's so good!! I love your writing style, I would literally get done on one knee for you.

I kinda want to make fanart of your work (specifically our new birb MC's) but I'm a little confused about their clothing? Do you have any references for something they would have worn?

Thinking about raven mc I've been wondering about the construction of their cloak/coat/shawl.

Would it look feathery

Smooth but with a feather design

Or a simple cloak. Also what does the feather in their hair look like. A Quill? Jewelry?

I have the same question for Iago MC.

Oh no, don't get down on one knee–– but asks! I love these type of asks where I can talk about how I developed the mc's outfit and the whole aesthetic. So, I've probably mentioned this before, but I'm a huge Pinterest user. Lots of my stories have their own boards, even drafts of stories I've never spoken about. Unsurprisingly, Damnation has their own board too. Which you should be able to find if you look up "Shiny-Jr" in the profiles. And at the very bottom of each section in the Damnation board, you'll be able to find some inspiration I took from several sources for outfits.

Raven MC is very simple, and the most complex thing about Parrot MC is probably their shawl. However, you and others are free to picture them in whatever way you want! I usually try to give descriptions for the outfit just for references, and so no one's picturing their MC in like crocs and a t-shirt or something. The outfit is meant for them to blend in too, but I'd love to see unique takes on what readers imagine their look/outfits to be like! I mean, if you want to imagine your MC in crocs and a t-shirt, then go for it.

#shiny speaks #damnation twst au

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waffowo · 4 months

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While Donna Noble will always be my favourite companion in NuWho, Clara will always be the most multi-faceted and complex (as of now). I think that a lot of divisiveness surrounding Clara stems from 5 common criticisms:

1. Clara’s characterisation in 7B and how Moffat treats her mostly as a mystery box first and character second.

2. The length of Clara’s tenure and how some may have been fatigued due to the many times “she should have left.”

3. The emphasis on Clara’s flaws in Series 8 and how it kind of paints her as unlikable over her Series 7B depiction as at least kind.

4. Clara’s departure in Hell Bent as something that ruins her ending in Face The Raven.

5. The belief of Clara as the most important character in the Doctors life inherently devaluing other companions.

I think while I can understand the reasons leading up to these criticisms, I also think that it does help to look back throughout the Moffat and RTD era as it does help explain a lot of these points imo.

Actually, the character Clara most prominently echoes is Rose. Rose, like Clara, helped the Doctor through a time of extreme emotional vulnerability (for 9th, Time War trauma) and developed a relationship of co-dependency with him (as 10th) which never really went away even after Doomsday. Clara had the luxury of time however, and has undergone more events with the Doctor (Impossible Girl, Trenzalore, 50th Anniversary etc) but also how 12th was undergoing an extreme identity crisis of figuring out whether he’s a good man post-Trenzalore and saving Gallifrey. Clara was the one who facilitated his character growth through the turbulence of the arc in instances like Dark Water, Death In Heaven, Mummy on The Orient Express, Kill The Moon, Last Christmas etc and would naturally result in the Doctor developing an extremely unhealthy reliance on Clara as being his “carer,” his anchor to being The Doctor (refer to her whole “Be A Doctor” spiel in the 50th Anniversary). Series 9 already heavily implied the Doctor’s willingness to engage with destructive measures by choosing to separate Clara and The Doctor almost every episode (Magicians Apprentice/Witch’s Familiar) as the stakes rose and cumulated in Face The Raven.

RTD has also once said when paying tribute to Moffat:

“And nestling at the heart of the show is Doctor Who's very own problem category, the Companion, a title inherently subordinate to the Man. Until Clara comes along!”

Imo, while poorly phrased, I think does also hit another nail on the head to explain how Clara can be so compelling to someone like me but also extremely polarising. RTD is talking less about the companion being “weaker” or “submissive” but how Clara is the NuWho companion that wishes to obliterate the boundaries between the power dynamic of companion/doctor. Series 8 for instances plays on the recurring motif of, “Do as you are told” which the Doctor firstly uses to threaten Clara to keep her safe. However, Clara actively retaliates by parroting the phrase back in an attempt to attain parity. This escalates to the events of Dark Water where she attempts to maintain control of her circumstances by forcing the Doctor to be on equal ground with her. What is so fascinating is that Clara while changing and emulating more of the Doctor’s heroism, she equally begins to absorb his flaws which intensify throughout Series 8-9. Clara becomes more deceitful, egotistical, reckless and cunning as she begins to become more and more like him. The means she lies to Danny, her ability to think more and more like him.

However, what people (fans and haters) also ignore is how nuanced the circumstances are. While Clara’s flaws become more heightened, it is also a fact that she wants to be like the Doctor because of his kindness and heroism. Episodes like Robots of Sherwood, Last Christmas or even Rings of Akhten reveal a lot about how Clara reveres the Doctor as a mythic and heroic figure. Clara’s attitudes towards the children in Forest Of The Night, Name Of The Doctor and Into The Dalek reveal that in spite of her ego and selfishness, she is someone who desires to help people. Thus, her desire to become the Doctor becomes more explainable. What a lot of people can’t really accept is that she can be both egotistical, reckless and kind at once. Her actions in Face The Raven were driven out of the fact that it came from a place of ignorance and impulsiveness (not stupidity, the Doctor would do something similar, it’s just that Clara did not have all the clues) in what she believed would be what the Doctor would do and that she was confident she could match the trickery of the Doctor, and yet it was also driven by her compassion towards Rigsby and her while impulsive, sincere desire to save her friend.

Clara is punished because of this, she forgets that she’s far too human. The Doctor is less breakable. She pays for it and as Ashildr says in Hell Bent:

“She died for who she was and who she loved. She fell where she stood. It was sad. And it was beautiful.”

She died due to her physical fragility, her ego, her ignorance, her impulsiveness/recklessness and yet she also died because she was too brave, she died like the Doctor, who she loved (literally look at how her arms were outstretched as though she was mid-regeneration and how the black smoke parallels the orange glow of regeneration). However, this leads to the fourth main criticism I prior stated, so how does one answer that in relation to her character?

The answer is what Clara does and what the Doctor says towards the end of Hell Bent. Clara after being extracted and is with the Doctor in the TARDIS, spies on him because she is instantly suspicious of his erratic behaviour. Again, Clara shows how much she has become like him, she immediately picks up that he is hiding something because she has begun to think like him. Of course, the Doctor was planning on wiping Clara’s memories similar to what he did to Donna. But what does Clara do? She immediately reverse the polarity of the device that the Doctor was going to use on her and challenges the Doctors actions. Clara states:

“Tomorrow’s promised to no one, Doctor. But I insist upon my past. I am entitled to that. It’s mine.”

Clara’s language indicates her assertiveness and also a kind of last hurrah in her game of parity. She is refusing to submit to the narrative of being reduced to merely a companion that the Doctor moves away from. But more importantly, the Doctor after pressing the device and is losing his memory, states:

“Run like hell because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it’s always funny (…) Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends (…) Never eat pears. They’re too squishy. And they always make your chin wet. That one’s quite important. Write it down.”

I think on initial viewing when the show was airing, this wouldn’t make much sense but this really shows the crux of how Hell Bent completes Clara’s arc and the necessity of her resurrection. In Face The Raven, the Doctor tells Clara that she’s more breakable as she questions why she can’t be as reckless as him. However, now the Doctor is instead telling her what would later be repeated in Twice Upon A Time, his regeneration speech. In his eyes, Clara has succeeded in graduating from the Magicians Apprentice and into becoming the Magician herself. He’s instructing her how to properly be The Doctor. As I said, Clara was also motivated by her desire to be kind when she engaged in her reckless gambit but what is so wrong about the desire to be kind? And why should Clara be punished for it? Thus, while Clara MUST die, her final act of kindness at the end of her arc enables the Universe to allow for Clara’s final transformation into the Doctor.

Clara is still dead, it is an unchanged historical event. However, to challenge the status quo and allow for Clara’s ascension, Clara becomes a fairy tale herself. Her body is caught in a permanent form of stasis, signalling her departure from the limits of her physicality (subverting her physical fragility) but also as seen through her last words to the Doctor:

“You said memories become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become songs.”

Clara has successfully become what she admired, a myth, a fable. She has become a symbol in a story, a story that would go on to have an infinite number of other stories. She has become the leaf she raises to the monster in the Rings of Akhten, she sails off into narrative ambiguity but also infinity. Clara is so polarising because she challenges the definition of what it means to be The Doctor on a pure metatextual level. It’s a logical progression from the introspection of the question from the Doctor himself in Series 8. To want to resist, I argue, is natural.

I could explore further about her adrenaline addiction in Mummy On The Orient Express or these traits I raised explored in Flatline which I may do another day, but I hope I have provided a new perspective on Clara Oswald.

#clara oswald #jenna coleman #peter capaldi #doctor who #dw series 9 #doctor who analysis #character analysis #dw series 8 #Steven Moffat #rtd #twelfth doctor #doctor who meta

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Who’s a pretty bird? Who is it? Do you know? Who’s a pretty bird?

This is basically how I talk to Grim whenever he gets a new outfit sooo—

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

“Now, now! Such questioning will get you nowhere with me, Prefect,” Crowley tutted sternly. A rarity for him, really. “Though I may be a crow... I am a teacher first and foremost, and you are my student! One ought to show the other the proper respect. Do not adopt a demeaning tone with me, if you please! I am nothing like a pet parrot."

He placed a hand on his chest, his expression turning smug. His seriousness, it seemed, was a fleeting thing.

“… Buuuuuut if you wish to lavish me with compliments, then I suppose there is little I can do to stop you! All I ask is that you speak in a manner that is more appropriate."

"Eh?"

Crowley twirled in place, letting the jacket hanging off of his shoulders flutter. his arms spread out--as if modeling, posing on a runway, for an unseen audience. "Well? You may take a good look at how handsome I am~ Go on, don't be shy! Oh, and feel free to use your ghost camera to take some photos--they'll last longer!""

"A-Am I supposed to be using it for your vanity shots, headmaster?!"

Your question fell on deaf ears. Crowley's head was up in the clouds now, the man rambling on about himself.

Totally absorbed.

"Observe!! The lustrous sheen to my feathers, the grace with which I conduct myself...!! My luscious lips, my luminous skin, my shiny hair!" Crowley visibly brimmed with pride.

(You couldn't recall the last time he was this enthusiastic about... literally anything else. Certainly not when it related to resolving the issues around campus.)

"Fufufu, why yes, yes, I truly am the fairest bird of all~"

#twisted wonderland #twst #Dire Crowley #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #Reader #self insert #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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The Arcana HCs: M6 swap bodies with their familiars

- to set the scene -

You've been doing steady research on the implications of having the body of an Arcana. Part of that has included concocting a few experimental spells designed to stabilize your connection to your body when you need to journey through the realms without dragging it with you. You've tried writing down several concepts, such as having an added anchor for your consciousness, or storing your body in your gate or a pocket realm. You haven't been getting the most sleep lately, so you head to bed before your beloved returns, completely forgetting about the pages of spell circles left on the table.

All you know is that when you roll over the next morning to snuggle closer to your love, you end up staring a very confused animal in the face. It seems your beloved wanted a better look at the spell circles, and now their consciousness is in their familiar's body, while their familiar's consciousness is trapped with your beloved's body in the magical realms. It seems you'll have to wait until their familiar brings their body back to reverse the switch.

You slowly turn back to the animal watching your every move. "... can you at least talk?"

(A/N - yes, I briefly looked up animal facts for this, but if my Google searches led me wrong please let me know! - brainrot)

Julian

Fortunately, ravens do have the capacity to mimick human speech

Unfortunately, it's slightly unsettling to hear Julian's dramatic ramblings in that kind of screeching, squawking voice. He sounds like a cartoon parrot, but hoarser

"Yes, my love, I *CAW*, it seems I can speak, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault, I *SCREECH* I don't know how I did this ..."

His normal pacing and dramatic poses translate into a very skittish raven hopping back and forth along the headboard and fluffing up every two steps

He's beginning to spiral a little, a feather or two floating onto your pillows, so you approach him and offer your arm for a perch

It's very hard not to laugh when he pauses to caw "thank you" every few pecks of cured meat and berries

Is very hesitant to try flying after his first attempt indoors sent him into a window. Perches on your shoulder the whole way through town, trying not to dig his talons in

Once you get out to the fields he gives it a try and falls completely in love with the sensation

You notice him performing all kinds of acrobatic tricks, pausing every now and then to bring you a berry or two

Keeps gently running his beak through your hair the whole way home, letting out soft warbles the whole time

Mazelinka shows up at your door as the sun is setting, brandishing her soup spoon and telling you to come collect your "ridiculous boy" from her rafters

You've prepared everything in advance, as soon as you walk into the same room the switch is undone

The first thing he's doing is wrapping you up in a hug. He missed holding you

Malak is too relieved to have his wings back to engage. He's taking off through the nearest window

Several days later you'll be doing some reading up on ravens (in case anything like this happens again) and discover that the berries and acrobatics and warbling and gentle preening were all courtship rituals

Oh, and ravens mate for life

Asra

Snakes don't have much capacity to speak

But at this point, your magical connections with both Asra and Faust make it fairly easy for him to think into your mind like she does

As soon as you manage to tune in, all you can hear are giggles. "... Asra? You in there?"

*giggles* Please, call me Fassstra, the limb-itless *uncontrollable laughter*

You don't know if you should be amused or frustrated with the way they're rolling clumsily around, trying to figure out their new dynamics of movement

It's very clear that it's not Faust you're holding as soon as you pick him up. Faust has a tendency to rest along your shoulders

Fassstra the limb-itless apparently prefers to wind themself along your upper left arm under your shirt, where they can peek out of your collar to blep at the world; or rest their neck along your collarbone, head pressed to your heartbeat

You don't know anything about the care and keeping of snakes, so you lock up the shop and head over to Aisha and Salim's

They're very happy to have you for the day, and even come up with a magic beacon to help Faust find her way back in Asra's body

Thankfully it seems Faust ate shortly before the switch, so you don't have to worry too much about food

But you do notice the way the two alchemists keep smiling and chuckling at Fassstra (the limb-itless)'s behavior

They keep winding the end of their tail around your arm and pressing their belly across your shoulder blades

Your figure it's just his way of hugging you

You're clearly more worried than they are. The thoughts you get from them are all lazy giggles and daydreams while they cover you with snoot boops and snek kisses

Refuses to rest anywhere else. You're warm.

It only takes a few hours before Asra's body suddenly flops onto the carpet, sprawled across the floor and very sweaty

It seems he inherited his teasing nature from both his parents, because they waited until he couldn't hide his blush to tell him that his mating requests weren't subtle at all

Nadia

If you thought Chandra was elegant before, she's regal now. Unfortunately, her attempts to turn owl hoots into speech are not sophisticated in the slightest

However, she can bob and shake her head, so you stick to yes and no questions

"Are you hungry?" *slight bob*

"Would you like me to bring you a mouse?" *rapid shaking*

"How about some cuts of raw steak?" *very hesitant bob*

When you first offer your arm to her, she refuses and instead flaps and hops over to the glove she uses for Chandra. She's very wary of hurting you with her talons

It turns out Chandra is heavier than she looks. Your arm is quite tired by the time you reach the kitchen

You're able to clear her schedule for the day and arrange for your meals to be brought to the Palace gardens. She's very careful to stay as still as possible until you transfer her to a low hanging branch

You set the palace fountain up to be an easy portal and pass the morning relaxing in the grass, watching her figure out the business of flying. She finds that she loves it

You settle down in a gazebo nearby around lunchtime, which is when you notice her perk up a little

She starts bringing you small flowers, using her perch on the back of your chair to rub her cheek against yours

At one point she kept running her beak along your hairline and daintily adjusting the collar of your shirt

You manage to keep the gardens empty to protect Nadia's privacy when her body returns, and when she splashes out of the fountain it's a matter of seconds before they switch back

Chandra flaps off to hunt and Nadia immediately whisks you away for a long bath. Being a bird felt a bit messy for her

You'll find out later that owls initiate courting with gifts of food, and that paired couples often preen each other and rub cheeks to bond and show off their courtship

If you bring this up with Nadia she will blush and assert that you are the ideal mate

Muriel

Your suggestion to try speaking will be met with a hard stare and embarrassed huff

Wolf faces, it seems, are plenty expressive. Considering how well the two of you already understand each other without words, it's not as difficult as you would expect

You've seen Inanna hunt and eat her own food plenty of times before (rabbits and deer, usually) and you keep waiting for Muriel to head out and do that

But he's stubbornly curled up in a ball, ignoring the stomach rumbles you can hear from the other side of the room, because he doesn't want to take a life

Trying to convince him otherwise will result in him turning his back to you with an annoyed huff, briefly swiveling his head around to give you an apologetic lick

You'll have to break into the winter's supply of dried meat. He'll accept it if you feed it to him by hand

You already know Inanna will mostly likely return with his body on the mountaintop Muriel uses to cast runes so you hike over with him next to you

Close next to you. Very close. To the point that your thigh is brushing against his flank with every step

When you finally get to the top and sit down he alternates between pacing in patrol circles and snuggling up to you

He'll be approaching you, making quiet little whines, bumping your nose with his and tucking his snout under your chin as he leans against your side

You figure that it's a product of his anxiety (he's trapped in a wolf's body, and he's not a wolf!) and give him as many reassuring snuggles as you can

Muriel's body will suddenly appear just around lunchtime, lying on his side and out of breath

You brought everything you needed with you, and Muriel's no stranger to magic, so they're back to themselves in a few minutes

You realize how little you knew about Inanna before this, so you'll stop by the library next time you're in town and do some research

Apparently all that snuggling and nuzzling was a wolfy attempt at courting you

Portia

Her immediate response to your question is a loud, long, meow. She will fix you with those big eyes and keep yowling until you stop asking the impossible of her

Now that you've determined where her body is, she's hungry and she's ready to eat and she's letting you know

You know Pepi has cooked chicken all the time, so that's what you make for her

She'll bat at a piece of paper and bring you a pen. Eventually you figure it out and write "YES" and "NO" in big bold letters for her to point to

She spends the hour or two after breakfast with the zoomies

You can tell from the look on her face that she's having the time of her life. She can climb so high! She has such good balance! She can go so fast! She can leap from the roof and watch you scramble to catch her!

Eventually mid-morning hits and she gets drowsy. You've decided to stay in the cottage and garden, as that's where Portia's magic is most anchored and where her body will most likely appear

The day passes drowsily, Portia snuggled into your lap while you read, but then shortly after lunchtime she gets a second wind

Only this time, she's focused completely on you. Standing between you and anything you're holding, rubbing against your legs and arms and face nonstop, rolling around on the carpet in front of you, and meowing so much you wonder if something's wrong

It's difficult to ask her that, because she's made it clear that she can't speak, and asking her only makes her more agitated

Sometime in the afternoon you turn around to see Portia's body curled up on the sofa and you're able to switch them back

Several months later, you notice Pepi acting up again, rolling, meowing, constantly rubbing up on your and Portia's ankles. You remember seeing this before and comment on it:

"Is it going to get worse? I remember you being much more extreme."

She'll turn bright red and stammer as she explains that this is behavior typical of cats trying to attract a mate

Lucio

It's a little unsettling, because Lucio has two familiars, and he naturally only swapped bodies with one of them

Which is why Mercedes is still dozing happily as Melchior fixes you with the most doleful, confused, loving gaze

When you ask if he can speak, Lucio (in Melchior's body) only manages some strangled grunts and whines, which wakes up Mercedes, who promptly begins to freak out

Mercedes is a familiar after all. He can tell what the situation is, even if he doesn't know how it happened. No self-respecting dog would expect to wake up to his master's soul in his brother's body

You sit down and explain what happened as well as you can, which helps Lucio relax, which helps Mercedes relax, which stops the barking

You're not worried about Melchior finding his way back with Lucio's body because Mercedes makes for a perfect beacon

As soon as he tries running, it's the only think Lucio does for the next several hours. He can go so fast! There are so many things to chase! There are so many things to smell! Speaking of smell ...

He keeps smelling you. And the more he sniffs, the more insistent he becomes. What starts as occasional sniffs of your hand becomes a constant attempt to get a good whiff of your privates

Which let's be clear - you are not a fan of

At first you just brush him off, but as he gets more invasive you snap and respond like he's a real dog: "Bad Lucio! Get Down! NO."

The wide eyed-whimper you receive makes you apologize immediately, and one scritch behind the ears later all is forgiven

You do keep having to push him off of you

Melchior will appear with Lucio's body shortly before bed, and you'll switch them back right away. Mercedes is overjoyed

You will finally get to ask Lucio about his behavior though: "What was up with all the sniffing? Did I smell weird?"

And he will get defensive: "Is that so wrong? Do you want me to tell you that you smelled good? You smelled good!"

#the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana brainrot #arcana brainrot #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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kittycheshired · 5 months

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dragon games is my favorite season, but i feel like the writers botched apple, a bit. because you're telling me that she broke the evil queen out of her mirror prison on accident, was depressed about it, BUT justified it to raven in the stables??

even in thronecoming, apple wasn't really that far gone. sure she wanted raven to sign, but she only wanted to because she was scared of everyone disappearing. even after the wishing well incident, apple literally says;

"Headmaster Grimm, that was wrong."

"Raven needs to make up her own mind, she doesn't need to be tricked into doing what you think is right."

apple respected raven and her decisions, even if she did make throw away comments like

"But you're destined to be the Evil Queen. It'll work for you."

then, way to wonderland hits and that was the special that i loved so much, because apple just finally understands.

"It doesn't mean that you have to become the Evil Queen. I know I always wanted you to become your mom, but now? I just don't think it's in you, your heart is just too good. The decision is yours, Raven. It always has been. Either way, I believe in you."

AND THEN!! when raven is battling courtly, apple says that she knows raven is stronger then those dark powers. when raven loses control, it's apple who brings her back, parroting to her what raven has constantly been telling her throughout the series.

"Raven, this isn't you! Choose who you want to be. Isn't that what you always tell me?"

i just don't think that apple would immediately go back on her promise after all the life & death situations they've been through, at the end of way to wonderland. it's apple who suggests getting rid of the storybook of legends.

"Oh-I still want my happily ever after, but I don't want our destinies in danger of being stolen. They should be ours to choose, or to change."

"..Am I understanding you correctly?"

"You always have."

and then she completely goes back on this in dragon games when she's scheming with the evil queen.

honestly? i think it would've been better for faybelle to let the evil queen out. she's such an interesting character to me because in the books, we see her interactions with her mom, how she prides herself on being evil, because that's what she's always known. it would've been interesting to see her try and mimic anything to get closer to fulfilling her evil destiny, not questioning the evil queen's order, wanting to be rewarded and praised, only to find out she's been cast aside.

for raven, a girl who rebelled and defied her destiny.

anyways yea thats it

tldr: faybelle should have broke the evil queen out and not apple

#ever after high #eah #apple white #raven queen #faybelle thorn #eah faybelle #rapple #faybelle is one of my favorite characters #i just wanted to see her more in the showw

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a-dinosaur-a-day · 11 months

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how many video game ideas do you even have?

an incomplete list of the bajillion video game ideas I have had over the past ten years (if you want verification, @raptorcivilization is usually the schmuck I pitch to) that I can't do because I lack infrastructure and resources:

a redo of the eyewitness dinosaur hunter game for the modern era (but obviously without the eyewitness brand) - so a 3D virtual museum environment with an on-site dig that brings dinos back to life. would include the history of birds after the end-cretaceous.

a redo of the magic school bus explores the age of dinosaurs game (doesn't have to be associated with magic school bus, a cute kulinda protag will work fine) - so a point and click game where you go to different environments, learn about the history of life, play mini experiments and mini games to learn, etc.

a museum tycoon game (why the fuck doesn't this already exist) (I have an elaborate system in my head that would include ethical collection and museum reputation as important factors)

prehistoric photo safari - you go back in time to different ecosystems and take pictures of various things you're asked to take pictures of, like "a pennaraptoran preening" or "a tyrannosaur family group" that kind of thing

an aviary zootycoon/planet zoo esque game - basically you're creating a zoo but it's only birds. I'm not bitter about planet zoo, no, whose asking.

or just another zoo simulator that's a better spiritual successor to zoo tycoon than planet zoo is, so it would include aquatic and extinct stuff like the zoo tycoons always did >_> also more birds

the same idea as above but now it includes fossil/extinct birds too, you're welcome

a game where you go back in time and gather prehistoric life and bring them back to the present and try to recreate extinct ecosystems, with an emphasis on ecosystem dynamics

similarly, an ecosystem simulator like tyto-ecology except... better. and still being developed. and mostly focused on extinct ecosystems.

a stardew-style farming game but you're ravens in a post-human world, creating a new society from scratch. as birds.

a bajillion different @saurian-game - like games set in different environments including the Manda Beds of the Triassic, the Jiufotang Formation of the Jurassic, literally anything other than the red beds of the Permian, Fossil Lake in the Eocene... the list goes on

domesticated Kulindadromeus sheephearder game (@paleopinesofficial you can just steal this idea and put it in your game, that's fine)

fossil stories - basically you live the life of different extinct animals based on their fossils, so dueling/fighting dinosaurs and stuff like that. it would be your basic choose your own adventure story type dealio.

a dinotopia video game. that's it. that's the entire concept. maybe something like simcity or the sims but in dinotopia. there's something there.

jewish themed stardew valley (this isn't dinosaur/bird or prehistoric life related, I'm just annoyed at the christonormativity in stardew [why does xmas exist in this alternate universe] and want to make a jewish version out of spite)

pet parrot simulator. mainly so that people who love parrots but really can't care for them can play the game. also so people who are thinking of getting a parrot can play the game and find out if they really can take care of one. I recognize pet simulators exist but they're never really accurate when it comes to parrot care.

I know I have more but these are the best ones. The ones I come back to the most are the museum tycoon game, the prehistoric photo safari game, and the redo of the magic school bus dino game; and @raptorcivilization is keeping the dream alive for the remake of the eyewitness game.

#video games #ideas #palaeoblr #dinosaurs #prehistoric life #I dream of a world in which a rich person decides to become my patron #or just someone who knows how to make things says “let's make this” and I'm the writer Idk

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forlorn-crows · 1 year

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eating your blog...

give me some soft swiss and rain, after a rough scene or something >:) make swiss into a mess!!

raven! you've been so patient. i have some rulti for you tonight, thanks to this anon who suggested:

also, with inspiration from this drawing from @purlty (in which rain looks DELICIOUS)

no roughness, but they are soft and swiss is DEFINIETLY down bad. also transmasc rain bc i love him. and because @miasmaghoul suggested. happy valentine's day!!

Swiss’ mouth goes dry.

Rain’s a divine sight, all legs and quiet, devilish charm. He’s dressed in a tight red lacey thing, thighs already wet with slick. It’s not at all what he expected when Rain had slid up to him earlier, shyly requesting he come to his room after lunch. He thought maybe the water ghoul wanted a lazy afternoon cuddle or something like that. Certainly, he was not expecting to walk in on a blushing, scantily-clad treat.

Rain crosses his legs, softly squeezing his thighs together. Swiss can’t help the way his gaze trails south at the action.

“What do you think?” Rain asks in a small voice. The lilac hue creeps up to his ears as he bites his lip.

“What do I think?” Swiss parrots back to him, voice raspy. “Raincloud . . .” he shakes his head, trailing off. His hand is still on the door, halfway ajar. He forces himself to close it, yelling at his brain to come back online.

Rain has a sly little smile plastered across his face as Swiss makes his way to the bed. He rakes his hands up and down his torso, along the crimson frills that line both sides of the body suit. Swiss’ mouth hangs open as he watches him, entranced by his lithe fingers.

“You did this all for me, baby?” Swiss asks, kneeling onto the end of the bed.

Rain nods, drawing his hands lower and spreading his legs—those damn long, sinful legs—open again. Swiss can see how the red lace darkens at his crotch, clinging to the outline of his wet cunt.

“Wanted to look nice for you,” he whispers. He raises a delicate, beckoning hand.

Swiss huffs a laugh and takes his hand, drawing closer to the water ghoul. “You look more than nice, baby.” He’s hit with the scent of petrichor and sea salt, so strong it makes his breath hitch and cock kick. “Oh, fuck, raincloud.”

Swiss drops onto his hands, bracketing Rain’s torso. “Oh fuck,” he says again, softer, before closing the distance between their mouths. Rain whines into it, winding his arms around Swiss’ neck and drawing him all the way down.

Swiss is immediately drinking him in, rolling his hips slowly against Rain’s thigh and lapping into his mouth. He’s desperate, but a lazy desperate, the kind that overwhelms and dizzies, seeps into his bones and makes him melt. He wants to kiss every inch of the water ghoul, take his chubby clit into his mouth and drown in those soft thighs around his ears. But he can’t move, mouth firmly attached to the junction of Rain’s neck, cock rutting against his leg.

“Swiss,” Rain whispers, breath catching on a moan. Swiss feels more cool slick soak into the leg of his jeans. “Please, will you—oh—will you fuck me?”

Swiss groans and drags a hand down to Rain’s waist. He grips his side like a lifeline, simultaneously reveling at the texture of the lace under his fingertips. “Yeah, let me—” He reaches around to Rain’s back where he thinks the closure would be.

Rain puts a hand on his wrist. “N-no,” he says nervously. “I wanna keep it on, you can undo it on the bottom.”

Swiss’ brain really does stop working then, hips stilling and breath hitching. He stares at Rain, pupils blown wide, wrist still caught between his long fingers.

“What,” Rain says, biting back a smile. Swiss stares at the bright white glint of his fang in the dimming light. There’s a beat between him before Swiss blurts out: “That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”

Rain laughs, little giggles shaking his shoulders. “Is that okay?”

Instead of answering, Swiss swings his leg to the other side of Rain’s thigh and straddles him fully. He grinds against him before cupping his face and giving him a sweet, tender kiss. It still makes Rain gasp, bumping his forehead against Swiss’.

He nips the water’s ghoul’s lip, humming low. “Gonna turn you around, show you how fucking crazy you make me.” And he does, flipping Rain onto his stomach and unsnapping the bodysuit, sinking his face into his cunt with a moan.

“Oh Satanas, Swiss,” he gasps. The slide of his tongue is slow, hypnotizing. He can’t help but keen as it dips into him, hot and strong, before trailing back to his throbbing clit.

Swiss is making just as much noise as Rain, groaning and sighing as he laps him up.

“Please, need you inside me, please, Swiss,” Rain mewls, pushing back against his face. The multi ghoul is more than happy to oblige, shucking his clothes and freeing his straining cock.

“Lucifer, you’re so beautiful,” he purrs, giving himself a few strokes. He pushes in slowly, easily, both of them moaning into the quiet of the room. He stays buried to the hilt for a moment, breathing hotly into Rain’s ear. He can feel him trembling, all quivering thighs and shallow breaths.

Swiss nuzzles into his neck and places a kiss there. “I love you, raincloud. So much. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

#transmasc rain #rulti #rain x swiss #the band ghost #ficlet #im doing a double special today #ask #raven #fanfic #rain ghoul #swiss army ghoul #ahahaha i had to stop myself with this one #theyre so LAKSJFK

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wild-raven-and-crow · 3 months

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Do the ravens enjoy being petted and/or cuddling? 👀

Crows and ravens are very affectionate and like being petted, but are not usually "cuddly." They often like being gently petted behind the head or on the chest.

Here is a link to a video of Munin with our friend who is petting her chest. This is how she acts when she is affectionate and not sleepy.

Parrots are cuddlier because they tend to like to "burrow" into dark places, probably because they often nest in holes and trees. Corvids usually like to stay in the open though.

Recently we took our raven Munin to the beach where it was cold and windy, and for the first time she sidled up to my husband's chest and nestled very close as he cradled her, protecting her from the wind. When we got the the car and she was out of the wind, she gently pushed his hand off her with her wing, and resumed her usual air of independence.

Usually when we drive home after a long day, Munin will perch on the shoulder of either me or my husband, and rest her beak or the side of her body on the side of our head (for balance, perhaps?)

#birds #ravens #corvids #crow #corvid #crows #huginn and Muninn #hugin and munin #munin #corvidae #bird #birds on tumblr #an ask

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writeforfandoms · 8 months

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The way forced shifters move around other shifters is almost clinical, with no grasp on things like pack etiquette or shifter customs.

The other shifters smell weird. Different. They seem too at ease with the animal crawling under their skin and are happy to make physical contact with other shifters, throwing arms around shoulders and okay fighting outside. They serve eachother plates of food and huddle together to watch films or simply relax.

The… thing under her skin calls out to them, fights against her to go to them, tears against her muscle to join in the group huddles and play with them outside. She doesn’t understand it. How are they so comfortable? Don’t their backs hurt from the weight of wings they can’t see? Do they not feel the itch of phantom pin feathers on their heads? Do their fingertips not bleed from the cuts of sharp claws that aren’t really there? Why are they looking at her like that?

The others notice it too: how she shifts uncomfortably and moves her neck like there’s an itch she can’t scratch; how she avoids shifting as much as possible; how her scent is almost clinical, a bit too synthetic to blend in; how, despite being a raven, she fights the urge to collect the coins and trinkets they leave for her as piece offerings; how, when she does shift, she flies like a baby bird or a parrot with clipped wings; how she jerks away when one of them brushes past her; how her piercing stare always seems a little too vacant.

This shifter isn’t normal, and they don’t know how to help her.🫧

(I’m very sorry I’m just feeling . very slightly inspired)

FUCK NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR THIS THIS IS IT YOU FKN NAILED IT

I have nothing to add, I'm just gonna read this ten times and swoon

#🫧 anon #shifter au

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erenspussy420 · 11 months

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Twst Android Au p4

Chapter: Scarabia and Owners

You stride out of Pomefiore halls with some snags of your clothes from the branches, plucking you to return to the androids you're totally not running from. You'd just rather get the move on of course. The phantom chirping of thuarmarks bills dance around your head, mocking you. The Owner follows after you, jogging in her kitten heels, the faint clicking of metal is soft, but you assume it to be whatever keys she has on her.

Out of the Pomefiore's painted hall and back to the center of the hall and towards the bright sunny hall of rolling sand dunes and bright skies. The magic of Twisted Wonderland is unique, gifted to plenty but not to everyone. Most like you have no magic but can still sense and use magic infused items sort of a consolation prize.

Magicians from hermit humans and boisterous ones, to the magical fae who ruled the spaces of darkness and lights, to the mermaids who from the warmest lf waters and chilliest of oceans floors can use it freely and make wonders. Wanders and wonders that leave you breathless and envious of what can be done.

And now the brilliance of Raven Works magicians and technicians whose androids have left you wanting ... .and earnest to see more than what your friends from college had shown you

Even the hall has its soft winds gracing the loose fabrics of your clothes, the rustle of the Owner's skirt, as she strides past you in the hall, waving her hand," And here my dear customer is the hall of Scarabia. Our models of the beautiful Scalding Sands. "

You nod as you watch the walls of the hall, have grains of sand fly in arcs, as you turn the corner of the hall, the head of the old Sultan's Palace, peeking over the green leaves of palm trees. You had to admit, Raven Works really do live up to its hype. At the end of the hall there are no heavy doors like Pomefiore androids had. There instead were large heavy red curtains open and tied by heavy braided tassels, soft longer fabrics strewn across the ceilings with floating glass candles. As you wonder in bright eyes, the Owner giggling as she follows you a little sing song tone.

"Beautiful right? The androids today in our display are just two. Two legacies of our Al-Asim and Viper collection. Now I see that question in your eyes," The owner tuts tuts as she guides you past the dancing fountain. You follow, amazed how so much can fit into this building, but once again magic has done its course."Why just two? But of course the Grand Vizier and the dear Sultan whom he served."

Soft scent of sandalwood and jasmine wafted across the room, soft smoke curling around your jaw. You let out a soft sigh feeling more relaxed when you left the Pomefiore hall.

Before you could even say anything, the Owner led you into a space where two glass cases stood erect, facing each other. Unlike Pomefiore androids, these two were kept at a distance. Throwing her hands out with a grand laugh,"Tah-dah~!"

An android with short white hair, tufts sticking out with gold sheen in his hair, stood under the sunlight filtering into the room. His clothes were a pallet of rich hues of red and gold, black making them more bright. Wrapped around his head a red turban-like headband with a red parrot's feathered edged with an azure blue. Gold round beads embroidered and dangled over the fabric, with red like gems that you dearly hope were fake– were sewn on. On its side, the headband tied into a large neat bow. The bow's tail was long, draping over the androids collar and shoulder like a scarf with gold stitches like hearts.

And that's just his head band. You haven't even gotten to his gold large earrings, his gold choker, gold so much on him or the white henna so carefully painted, stark against his skin. This android looked expensive and ornate, this…hm…

"Where is it," you murmur.

You peer down at the information plate next to the android. Kalim Al-Asim Unit. Oh, this was one of the legacies then. Looking up at him, he seemed to be as tall as the Riddle and Epel Units- short statured and wiry build. Unlike the fair skinned androids, you look back to the other and see he too like Kalim were darker skinned, a warm rich brown tone Kalim had compared to the other.

Looking over at Kalim, you noticed he seemed more…more…softer somehow. Where the other units do appear human and well crafted, but the Kalim Unit had this warmer feeling, more friendly which is weird seeing he is an android. More sweeter, the neutral set of his mouth curls at his lip. The shape of his eyes would be kind if you could see them open, you weren't much for eye contact but at this point you had the need to peer into them. The dark brown eyeshadow even brought out the shape of his eyes.

In the sunlight he glitters with his gold.

Breathing, you leaned back and waited for the Owner to start talking.

And waited.

And waited some more that you wondered where she went.

Taking a glance around you haven't yet heard the Owner say anything about the Kalim Unit. Glancing back again you see her look adoring the taller android standing in his case behind the curtains shade.

Oh right, the Owners bias.

'A real big fan then', You think as you come closer to it.

Taller, and much sharper features than Kalim's soft looks, the plate name read Jamil Viper Unit. His eye shadow is reddish in tone, and a mouth set firm. He was lean, with a muscular frame like that of a dancer with more definition in his arms. His clothes matched Kalims but a much shorter black vest with a hood than Kalim's longer tailed coat. And baggy black pants with red flames over their legs reminding you of your male cousin's obsession with flames on everything.

Snickering a bit, you look over at him and you have to give it to the Owner. He's beautiful in a more mysterious way. Where the Kalim Unit was warm and sweet, the Jamil Unit is more...cool like. His gold choker, and his dangling red gem earrings suit him, and are less ornate than Kalim's. Gold bangles and a snake like coil around his arm matching the gold tassels and bells in his hair.

And his hair, no wonder the Owner went on and on about it. Long black and silky, half the side of his hair was done in long braids that tied into a low ponytail and over his shoulders. His hair was longer than the Leona Unit's and much more sleek too.

Looking back to Kalim and then to Jamil, you compare how they were like night and day. More so than the other dorms. You felt a little bad comparing them but out of the other androids they were the only ones of their dorm.

Engrossed with your thoughts you didn't hear the familiar clicks of heels.

"Gorgeous right?" Came the voice in your ear.

Screeching you turn to the Owner with your hands thrown up ready to throw hands

"Stop that! I thought you were still drooling over the Viper Unit," you huffed.

"I finished!" The Owner admittedly easily, she looks over to you through her pink mask, her eyes round yellow dots,"So how do you like them?"

"Well I don't know anything about them yet," You tell her," You haven't even said a single word about them!"

The Owner looked at you blankly until she slapped her cheek in shock.

"Oh dear! Where did my mind go! Right, right, come with me!" The Owner heels click-click on the tiles back to Kalim with her hand slapping the glass.

"This cutie here comes from Al-Asim legacy, as I had said before, those androids tend to be more flashy and more financial oriented from saving and to investments, quite the money makers but please let it be known we here at Raven Works work tirelessly to make sure those are up to date," She said in a matter of fact tone, she leans close to you," however what makes them more famous as they are quite the grand party throwers around. If you hate the idea of creating one then leave it to your Kalim Unit, quite the ball of sunshine."

The Owner sounded fond of Kalim's android and tapped the glass more gently. Unlike you, she had her gloves on and winex at hand so she can touch as she likes. She then adds,"However with the Kalim unit, is more companion than planner if I'm honest. Quite the social butterfly like our Cater Unit."

However there was something that was bugging you."Isn't there a family like that in the Scalding Sands, Al-Asim's? I heard they're pretty rich, like real real rich."

You weren't even joking they could buy out islands and countries and still will never make a dent. Rich enough it would make anyone sick. The posts on Magicam from some particular members of such an elite family would make you weep as you open your bills for the month.

The Owner hums and makes a sort of noise that reminds you of a cat being forced against its will.

"Yes actually, however due to the android being simply an ... .inspiration, there is no connection to that of the Al-Asim’s. As are all of our Units, inspirations of past figures like our Great Seven. Anything that reminds of such is simply a likeness and not truly that person based on," the Owner answers in a tone that is rehearsed and nothing like her bubbly voice, oddly it sounds rather masculine.

Not that you were going to point it out.

"Riiight," you drawl, and change the subject by nodding to the Viper Unit," so uh what about him?"

The light in the Owner's eyes returns tenfold as she giggles and holds her cheeks. With a quick click of her heels, the faint noise of keys, the Owner claps the sides of the unit’s case with a loud squeal,” So this guy! This guy right here! One of our best bodyguards around!”

“Body guard?” You parroted, eyes wide as you look at the resting unit,”I thought all androids are like that?”

“Sadly, that’s not the case for most androids, while many are certified for human companionship and health, many are not made for the purpose of guarding or fighting. While it is a courtesy to all, your androids will protect you in extreme circumstances. Few androids have been certified for such positions such as the Rook Unit, the Leech Units, and our Jamil Unit here.”

Her white gloves touch over the glass again, a shimmer of magic gloss over the android,” As you can see, this unit is well guarded from theft as it is a very valuable unit. Not only does it have a guarding mode, but as well as a caretaker. Ever need a gorgeous house husband? Look no further, the Jamil Unit is the best around!”

“Best and expensive too,” You mutter.

“Exactly!” The Owner nods,” Well my dear customer this ends our tour, now if there is any android you have interest in-”

Whoa! You shake your head quickly at the Owner, shake your hands at her and you say,” Wait, I heard there are two more floors here! Can’t we see the other androids? You can’t just try to sell me a unit if you haven’t shown the others!”

No way at this point were you going to leave! There were two more fours and you knew that. Seeing so many units and the halls of the rooms, you didn’t want to leave yet. Not even if you had seen Vil, being so close to him sate your desire for now for the android, but the rest. The rest you want to see…

The Owner hums and touches her chin tapping it with her gloves in thought,”I don’t know if I can. My Boss would be so–”

‘Wait she isn’t the Owner?’ You were surprised but shook your head. Focus!

“But I want to see the others! Of course I be…uhhh….willing to take a loan,” You gritted the last words out with some pain.

The manager, downgraded from her reveal, still hesitates.

Then out of nowhere a loud gracious caw came from everywhere and nowhere. Boisterous and loud, dripping with a tone that triggers your past life.

“Dear precious customer! We at Raven Works would be so proud to make sure you are financially ready to take an android home today!” A loud bang and dark feathers in a whirl snap at the air, your arms holding up to shield your face as the air dies down. You slowly open your eyes, your hair a mess, taking in the sight before you a tall pale man dressed in a long dark feathered cloak. His dark wavy hair touches his jaw, his pointed low ears show his fae blood. The clack of his cane against the tiles, a bundle of mirrors on his dark slacks and even his dark top hat. But what brought you to him was his dotted yellow eyes peeking down at you from behind his long beaked mask.

You peeked over to the manager and saw she had bowed lowly to him. Her hands pressed down on her skirts as her hair threatened to topple out of its bun.

“Master Crowley, may I say how handsome you loo—oo…k,” her voice dulls and she stays like that still.

“H-Hey!” Concerned, you touched the manager’s back but immediately drew back your mouth gaping. Her body! It was hard as steel! Even the soft cloth of her dress didn’t hide the undeniable steel beneath it.

“Well! Well Customer! You seem to have gotten acquainted with our dear little manager unit,” The man dubbed Crowley, caws in delight his nails were decorated with golden talons as he brushes the fake hair of the manager fondly,”One of our earliest androids now retired. Quite the lively one but rest assured our newer lines are more warm! Life-like and as obedient as they could be!”

Your brows furrow as you look at your previous tour guide,”Uh, is…is she going to turn on again?”

“Hm? Oh yes, yes,” He waves his hand casually at the manager as he now turns to you with a delighted look,”Now I hear you want to see our newer lines! I’d be glad to show it to such a willing and dedicated owner such as yourself!”

He strides by you, not waiting for you to catch up as he leads out of Scarabia’s grand case room. You jogged after him, as he talked and talked about loans and interest rates and how long it would be for approval and of course choosing and delivery. You leave behind the grand room, and leave the androids behind.

#twst android au #android au #twisted wonderland #jamil x reader #Jamil Viper #twst jamil #kalim al asim #twst kalim x reader #Dire Crowley #reader insert #twisted wonderland au #twst

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