I don't care for the celebrity tie-ins, but if we must, lets get Hatsune Miku in here next

Made a Ref for Birb and his forms! Had a lot of fun with this one, actually surprised it turned out this well!

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Spamton “Birb” Spamton

Fun facts:

*His nickname started off as a joke to separate him from my friends' Spamtons, but it ended up sticking.

*He stims a lot when happy/flustered: he chirps, trills and makes other noises + Tail wags, hand flaps (wing flaps too)

*He becomes flustered/embarrassed very easily from compliments/affection

*A very easy-going, happy little guy!

*He suffers from panic attacks/anxiety (mostly because of Basement fight)

*Can mimic voices (like a parrot) Though it will sound like its from an old radio

*His body is mostly made up of soft baby-doll plastic, with his middle being plush

*Voice skips caused by damage to his voicebox from the Basement fight. (does not hurt him)

*After the Basement fight, his body suffered a major shutdown, causing him to lose/corrupt a majority of memories from before

the fight.

*Because of this, he does not remember most of his days from before his downfall. He scarcely remembers his older brothers, the main four Addisons. He also has very fuzzy memories of his Big Shot days.

*The abandoned body he used in the battle changed him physically and mentally: He gained his bird-like features/mannerisms

(tail, fangs, and fluffier hair) when his data and the Husk's data merged.

*His personality reverted back to what he was like before he became a Big Shot, as did his mental age, making him in his late twenties.

*He can transform into his 'New' (softer) NEO form at will, the more robotic/feral version was only seen during the fight.

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Basement NEO:

*Territorial, feral, and desperate to get to [HEAVEN]

*Uses the original husk from the Queen's Basement

*Stream/smoke pours from between his paneling from his body trying to keep him from shutting down

*Glitching is significantly worse in this form. His voice is very deep, almost like a roar

Soft NEO:

*Gentle Giant, very careful/cautious around anyone smaller than himself

*NEO form became part of him after absorbing the code from the husk

*Smoke/steam comes out of his mouth/paneling on his back when he's flustered or overstimulated

*Voice is a bit deeper/louder in this form

*Able to fly in this form! He has one organic (Feathered) and one mechanical wing (bat-like)

This is Nugget, who is friendly and a bit cuddly and shyly inquisitive. They seem to like me best so far, and will come running (waddling/tripping) across the baby box to see me and climb on my hand:

This is Spicy Nugget, who is loud and bolder when it comes to surroundings, but a bit more shy when it comes to people. Did I mention they're louder? Literally the loudest and most noise I've EVER heard a pionus make. They would like to register a complaint:

And this is me, high on birb fumes and dopamine:

If birb sleeps in a weird position, which happens more often than not cause of the wings, they tend to make noises when they move around the next day. You know what I mean? Like when they stand up or sit on a low seat? I call them ‘Dad noises’ cause it’s usually dads that do it. But I catch myself doing it after a tough workout so XD just unconsciously grunting and grumbling.

Listen, this is how I live, I'm constantly making dad noises

BUT Birb absolutely does. Poor kid can't sleep on her back cause it's uncomfortable, so she's always in some weird position whether sleeping, sitting in a weird spot, it's always something. And she's always groaning cause shit her body just doesn't wanna work right, and people were concerned at first until she's just like "oh no I'm good, just slept like a pretzel" and after that, everyone is just practically ignoring her. Which makes her groan even LOUDER just to get on everyone's nerves. 100% the Dad Friend

Pleasant punishment rewards.

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Who knew that punishment would be a rewarding thing when giving some well needed stress relief given how life was stressful for Pride, especially when looking after his brothers and a Prince who was like a big child sometimes with how he acted. Resting after a bit while the torture chamber was cleared of occupants that he dealt with.

Although said occupants were in a different place that of which be his own stomach that was leisurely enjoying such unfortunate souls that were meeting a sadistic end, having no need for dinner this evening when letting his brothers know that they need not to wait up for him due to work matters which be light lie but also somewhat true. Sighing when muffled protests were sounding but too little too late for things were at the point of no return on their end when squirming about inside meeting such an end.

Gradually loosening his belt before undoing buttons of his shirt to when granting more room for his gut to have more freedom, groaning softly when his belly gave a heavy slosh on having more freedom from being so restrained earlier. Prideful as he was it was still satisfying to indulge in the more gluttonous side of punishment handling and likely going to rest a good while till things were more settled.

Thankfully he had a bottle of Demonus nearby just to finish off the whole thing and letting the cork pop off then taking long drinks, adding quite the noise factor when drinking Demonus for it be splashing the poor victims and make his belly gurgle louder from it. Even taking to be slightly drunk from his Demonus due to how it affected demons in general and chuckling on playfully petting that occasional bulge that be moving around.

What pleasant manner to end a long day of work and this punishment be the cherry on top when having a good snack as a personal reward, while he haven't done this sort of thing in a long time it was probably time to change tactics in addressing punishment to future offenders and earn a taste for something more from it. Such lesser demons should be grateful that they became food for a Lord of Sin really.

Ah how that hint of gluttony snuck in when indulging such dark sadism of having live prey still squirming about in his very gut abielt weaker now due lack of air and space being more confined, normally he would let his gluttonous brother Beelzebub do this but tonight was different and decided to try out being the proud predator dealing with such prey. Muffling a few burps with a gloved hand when draining the last drops of Demonus from the bottle and giving a soft hiccup when his gut was churning away.

Needless to say punishment dealt a pleased outcome for Lucifer really and choosing to rest in his torture chamber for remaining part of the night, for it be quite an ordeal to attempt in returning to his room and enjoying the bliss of a full belly of unfortunate people that be turning into food. Purring softly in his sleep when processing all this food while his gut became less taut as it was when handling such rowdy prey and such prey be put to nice use when adding to such a prideful demon birb.

concept: platonic life partner

It’s The Avengers (03x16)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 16: You Picked the Wrong Weakness

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: did someone just go and tell the otp about the otp?

Word Count: you know that feeling when you have had a bad experience on some project or assignment or homework before. And you know that thing is going to come around again next month or something like that. And you just age yourself by giving yourself anxiety by thinking everything that could go worse in that area. Yeah. So, I kinda shut that off for a few hours and wrote this.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The Interview Room The camera is recording empty seats as a pair of voices grow louder with every second. "...it's like they don't even care about what the other person wants!" "...no, why would they. These rich daddies and their rich egos think they are the only ones thinking about the world." The camera swivels a bit to watch Peter and Scott enter with a new guest following them with a Caprisun in their hand. Peter: And why did you have to go ahead and help them? Shuri: *sits between Scott and Peter* *takes a long sip of her 'sun* What. I'm not going to give up any opportunity that involves space and weird energy boxes. Peter: Why did your brother even agree to it?? Shuri: *shrugs* all your sugar daddy had to say was 'what if it was Shuri'. And my thicc-head of a brother lost it like a rhino in a mating challenge. Peter: *scrunches his nose at the example* Scott: Great *sigh* now we'll never get to see them together. With your brains, those dads are probably already in space now. Shuri: Not so fast! They don't have the codes to neutralise the pandora's box yet. Peter and Scott: *look at each other*  Shuri: So teleportation might be delayed as long as I am kept happy?  Peter: *takes out a notebook* Scott: *takes out his phone and a card labelled Avengers Black Card* The camera pans in on a smirking Shuri sipping on her Capri sun.

Inside a Spaceship: Destination Unknown You and Loki were captured by the little drone flying at the same speed as the spaceship (which clearly had seen some remodelling, thanks to your rainbow buddies). Both of you were staring at something in front of you that lids by your waist level- something the outside drone was not able to capture because of the limited view in the spaceship window. The expressions on your face were serious. So was the arms-crossed stance. "Are you sure it wasn't just a noise?" Loki now had a finger on his lips in deep thought as he heard your words. "I am pretty sure of what I heard," he acknowledged without missing a beat. "So-" your voice faded as your fingers twirled in the air with a mind of their own- "that means he has...another..." "You really can't say it?" Loki looked at you with a questioning brow going up quite smoothly. You tsked. "It's my baby," you mentioned while Javier's camera watched you point down at slumbering Lulu. "I cannot just casually say he might have another hole and I think he farted through it. I cannot hurt my baby's feelings!" Loki scoffed. "Your baby's sleeping." "He still has ears." "You think he understands what a fart means?" "What do you think I've been teaching him when you, me or Javi pass the gas?" Loki's casual demeanour suddenly changed to an offended one. "I beg your pardon?" You were quick on your feet, already walking towards the front of the ship. "So, where exactly are we heading now? Aellae's next of kin? Though I find it hard to imagine she would have left your essence with anyone other than herself." Loki came and sat next to you, still pissed at that comment in those narrowed eyes. "I am going to circle back to your words-" he inhaled while you acted all innocent- "and no. We are not looking for anyone related to that witch." "Then are we looking for another one of your exes?" "No, we are n-" Loki stopped short, his lips right in a thin line as he stared at you. "Why are you so interested my exes?" You simply shrugged and raised your brows. "On the contrary, it seems your exes are still pretty interested in you." That casual expression turned into a familiar judgment as your head turned to look at him. "Though I wonder what did they find so-" you hands moved haphazardly- "interesting about you." Loki swivelled his captain seat towards you, locking your legs between his while grounding your armrests with his hands. Clicking the control button on your armrest, he moved your chair a bit closer to him, his face in close proximity to yours. Javier's camera panned in on the gulp moving down your throat while your eyelids did a flutter at this uncalled movement. The 4K caught those goosebumps rising right where his arm barely grazed yours and in the background, Lulu played an arousing violin piece. "Something you can only dream about, darling," he whispered. The violin picked up the charge in the air within its quick clean high notes. The only noise leaving you was the escape of the air stuck in your throat, shivering on its way out. "Of c-" you cleared your throat. trying to sit back up in your seat- "of course I can only fantasize. The reality makes me want to puck. Ugh!"

Loki: Y/N thinks space is all fun and games. What she does not realise is that just like earth, this universe too has an underworld. Ten times in size and twenty times as brutal. And Aellae was just the tip of the filthy iceberg. *camera zooms in on his tensed features* looks into the distance* Wonder who else she told about her. *looks back* *blinks* I'm taking her somewhere we can lie low for now. *rolls eyes* that is if she understands what lying low means. *sighs* 

You: *eating bread like a peasant famished for days* Hm? What? No *shakes head* 'm nod nerbous. *takes another bite* debinidly nod becoz o doki. He wash jus playing wee me. *viciously bites into the bread* *growls and buries head in your lap* 

"I am still telling you to ask for their help. It's not too late," you suggested in a composed manner, sitting in the co-pilot seat. "I am not calling seven alien boys just because you have a fetish for Korean pop bands." You thwacked his leg with yours. "I do not! And don't you dare talk shit about k-pop." Loki chuckled. "Why? What are going to do?" "I won't. But you know what k-pop fans are like, don't you?" The smile on Loki's face suddenly started to flicker away as he looked at the camera. "Remember that Vegas trip?" Clearing his throat, he adjusted himself on his seat, while you shared a devilish smirk with the camera. "We're going somewhere safe. Where I have a chance of getting my powers back and hopefully a gateway back to earth." You sat up. "Why didn't we go there in the first place?" Loki blinked, not really answering. You and the camera noticed the tension in his jaw. "It's not a place I like to talk about." The asteroid belt cleared in front of the spaceship to show the part of a planet covered in grey clouds shadowing frozen blue mountains and dark valleys. "Jotunheim," you whispered to yourself, letting the gloomy yet majestic scenery of the place reflect in your eyes. “Loki,” all humour in your voice seemed to dilute as you looked back at home, “we don’t have to go there. We-uh...we could go to one of Peter’s hideouts? Or maybe we could call the Boys and ask them to direct us to one of their safe places? You know, till we find a lead on your essence.” A smirk built upon the God's lips. "Is that concern I hear in your voice?" Those worry-laden brows suddenly dispersed all emotion to make way for anger. A slap made way from your hand to his right side of the back. The thwack was loud enough to wake Lulu and force a sincere 'ow' from the God's throat. "This concern is for me and my babies you awful animal," you growled, your voice considerably higher, "you think they'll survive there?"

Jotunheim If the mountains seemed to carry an eerie aura about them, the valleys were a straight suggestion of being pits straight to hell. To add to the effects of arriving at the gates of hell, the snow falling was harsh, to say the least. As soon as the door to the ship opened to let all the passengers feel the heat, the drone travelling outside took in travellers covered in thick fur. Javier carried Lulu on his front, both of them visible just with their faces- not to mention the former's blue eyes standing out over everything else in his surroundings. Loki too embraced the thick skin, looking quite the part of a Jotun till he picked up the hood of your coat to put it over your head without saying much; only smiling when you looked like a fluffed up birb in that Viking overcoat.

Loki: *smiling sheepishly**looks at you standing next to him* Angry birb *looks back at Javier's camera* Sam taught me that one. *camera pans at you simmering under that fur*

Lulu had already picked the background music for his pack's entrance. The Viking beat had just the right amount of weight and horror of the unknown in it as this place did. Just ahead of the pass lay the structure carved in the mountain itself. It could be called a palace or a temple. But that was not what sought your attention.  Eyes. The camera caught eyes in the dark staring at the unwanted guests. Blue. Piercing. Murderous. And more than one pair. The drone panned in on that one subconscious movement of your fingers gripping the fur of the coat on Loki's back as the God walked gallantly- as if he owned the planet. But your eyes did not stop to observe the alien movement around you. "Remember-" Loki's whisper brought you out of the daze your own thumping heart was creating for you- "do not show them your fear. Show them that you are to be feared." It may have been his words or just his voice that started to melt the fear visible on your features, lasting for five seconds before a loud thump vibrated the land beneath your feet, making you all come to a stop. And when that was not enough, the audience saw the feet first, then the legs and then the whole length of a Jotun appearing before them. Some necks were really going to feel it tonight.

"Who dares enter the land of Jotunheim?" came the thundering and low growl from the Jotun that stood towering over you all. "The one who is alive and stands on this land," Loki announced, "with the blood of Laufey in my veins, I have come to claim what is mine." There was nothing but an uninviting smirk on the Jotun's face. "I am Loki, son of Laufey, son of Odin, ruler of Asgard and your King," he commanded with ice in his voice, "and you...need to bow...before your King." The dead silence proceeding his threat of a speech was enough for you nearly bury you inside your own overcoat. And when that did not seem enough, your body- on its own- moved a step closer to Loki's side. "Oooooh Gooood," you whispered with quite the shudder while your face was plastered with a no-fucks-given wave, "we're gonna die." On the contrary, the silence was followed by many Jotuns coming out of the shadows to surround your group one by one before bowing down. Even the ones who looked quite young did the same. All of them except for the one Jotun who had greeted you first. "Allir fagna konungi!" they chanted in unison. "All hail the king," Javier translated it for you. "Didn't know you were into Nords," you quipped, "the language, I mean." "Honey, I am all into Nords," he signed before looking around with a smile, finding a buff Jotun that caught his eye. He did not take another second to blink at him and leave that giant a bit confused and flustered at the same time.

Inside the Palace The throne was sculpted out of ice that seemed as old as the mountain. Alongside it had been made seating arrangements for the family, running parallel till the doors of the throne room, all greyish blue stones marked with Jotun carvings. You and Javier believed they might be names of dignitaries. Lulu thought they are just doodles by other babies and proceeded to contribute to the stone they were standing next to. A little female giant sat down and looked at Lulu's doodles with curious wide eyes. Loki stood rightfully in front of his throne, admiring it before turning to his subjects, most of them adults who were exceptionally taller and blue-er than him. The drone captured the magnificence of the throne room that had fire pits next to the seats at intervals right alongside the stone pillars and right in the middle, a few feet in front of the king. But none of them were lit. And the giants were visibly annoyed by the drone while the kids wanted to catch it and play with it. "An Asgardian announces himself as our King," the one giant growled as he stood at the steps of the throne, "why would we believe you to be our King, son of Odin." He nearly spat the last part. The drone captured that bit of concern breaking out on your composed features but Loki just smirked. Pulling his overcoat to the side- as magnificently as he believed himself to be- he sat down as if he has done it ever since he was born. The authority exuding from his presence certainly put the murmurs going around the hall to a standstill. "At ease, Helblindi," he stressed to the giant with a purr and directed the rest of the audience to take their place. "Not you." Everyone stopped short to looked at their king. And he was clearly looking at you. You pointed a finger at yourself in question. "Don't you know your place....pet?" he commanded ever so slyly, discreetly pointing his finger at the stone next to his throne.

You: *look around to make sure no one's looking at you* *anger about to explode through your eyes* *whispering* Pet?? PET?? I swear gonna just *gestures to grab the air* grab his throat and *punches the said air repeatedly in her palm*  *camera pans out to focus on three baby giants looking at you in pure horror before their mother carries them away murmuring something* *camera swivels to show Javier looking disappointed* Javier: *signs* she said 'stay away from the crazy human'. *sighs* *shakes his head*

“Come-“ Loki’s fingers gestured at you to come over to that stone couch of a thing next to him- “sit.” Taking a breath to compose your usual embers of rage at that comment, you smiled and walked up the stairs to stand next to him. The camera recorded the little gracious bow you gave the God but not before your back was to the spectators and you signalled an insult with your middle towards him, nearly making him chuckle. And with one heavy inhale, you sat down next to him, clearly not at the same level as him. “Is this what Lulu feels like?” “I would’ve made Lulu sit in my lap,” Loki acknowledged with a smirk. “You’re welcome to join me anytime but for now-“ he adjusted himself on his seat and raised his voice to address the court- “let us have a feast tonight and raise our mugs in union of the Jotun king and his subjects.” Helblindi scoffed and spat on the floor. Loki did not look but he was surely observing his every move. “In union of an excuse of a giant who does not even resemble-“ “I would like you to stop there my brother-“ Loki announced as he got up, letting the whole room take one united gasp at the scene- “before you start regretting your own words.” You blinked at the reactions to turn and look at Loki. Now the lights from the ceiling did a stupendous job of catching the widening of your eyes while your pupils were dilated in an emotion only known to you when you witnessed- for the first time in your life- Loki's skin change its shade and features. The flawless paleness gave way to a blue so deep over those arms he rarely displayed in public. The colour ran up his neck as well, covering him all the way. And along with this shade came ridges on his skin which apparently every Jotun had; running up his face and down his limbs. Those smaragdines and whites around them were now replaced with red. “This Jotun-“ his voice was low, but with enough weight that it echoed to the last corner of the room- “has seen enough lives to know what is hatred and what is fear. So next time you try to question my right, Helblindi, know that I have no qualms in exploiting them in a way which seems necessary for me.” Helbindi did not seem to stand his ground much now. Not after a few Jotuns who stood up to speak against the giant who had been torturing them for a while with his reckless and greed-ridden laws. Javier's camera was stuck on your reaction in the middle of this mild chaos. Your parted lips, wide eyes, stare lingering all over the God's body, your throat feeling the urge to swallow the dryness; it really was a sight, an emotion that many fanfiction artists would want to take inspiration from. Loki- who was smirking at the warm welcome he was receiving through the roar against his brother- turned around to look at you. His smirk disappeared and his usually focused gaze was interrupted with those unsure blinks at your features. Before he could explain himself, one giantess blocked his way to you with a bow. "We have prepared the Bath for you and your companions, your grace," she announced, still with her head held low. His gaze was running between you and her. To make it easier for him, you got up from your seat and walked down to the giantess who wanted to show you, Javier and Lulu to the Bath. "Nandi," Loki finally looked at the giantess. "Yes, your grace." "I need you to choose four of your most loyal companions to guard them." "They are all ready to escort your companions where you please." Loki smiled at Nandi. "I owe it to your mother to protect you, your Grace, like she protected me and my children." "My mother had a loyal friend in you," the God appreciated before walking down the throne and away from the crowd. The drone followed him.  The graceful composure of the God crumbled like a dry sand castle as soon as the doors closed behind him and he was alone in the icy corridors. His pace got faster by the second, his eyes searching everywhere. "This isn't fair, you know." Loki stopped at the echo of your voice. The pause of one breath, and he knew where to turn to find you standing in the shadows. Javier stood by the pillar next to you two with his camera, capturing this strange tick on Loki's features. You stepped out of the shadows, your gaze uninterrupted, looking right at those red eyes. "Do you know the amount of chaos it would create on earth if people knew that you look like..." "Like what? A monster?" Loki's voice was heavy. "Nah don't say i-dammit! Now I cannot stop imagining the term monsterfuckers." Loki blinked. His brows furrowed at you ever so slightly. "I mean-" you sighed with frustration- "was it not enough that you looked like a literal God in a human form that you had to now go and reveal that you are one buffed up alien? Look at you? You are one breath away from starting a cult of monsterfuckers! Do you realise that? Look at-" you grabbed that one barely naked blue arm and tried to squeeze it- "this firm, cold, arm that is people are going think about in-" you tried to breathe, your gaze still stuck on his shoulder- "their bed at night. God, why do have to be so-" you pointed at all of him with a frustration-filled, longing look of...disgust- "you." By now Loki was raising his brows in question and shifting his gaze between himself and you, clearly confused by your reaction. It even seemed he was a bit flustered at one point. You winced, looking at his body again. Your eyes followed the ridges on his face to his neck, plunging down his v neck t-shirt. With a frown you turned hastily, flinging your body involuntarily in the direction of the bath. "I bet they go all the way down," you whispered to yourself in between your sobs and walked away.

Loki: *still stands there* *blinks* *looks at the camera* what...*looks in her direction* *looks back* *does this two more times* what just happened?

The Resting Chambers: Next Day One of Javier's drones followed you from the balcony you were standing in to witness the first light of the nearest star in this frozen land. The snow-clad mountains were a majestic sight in their own stature. Even the smile emanating under the warmth of the star could not deny that. The giggles coming from inside the room broke the sweet hum of sync you were having with the weather, walking back in to find Skandi and Kolga, Nandi's daughters setting up the table with Jotunheim's specialities- snowberries, Kruweed- fresh seaweed from the frozen lake- and Lulu's favourite, spiked abalones. "What are you girls snickering about?" Lulu was already jumping on the table to sniff everything placed for his liking. Once he had inspected every single item, he went over to his bowl of abalones.

"Nothing," Skandi cooed, "just discussing how Loki-" Kolga elbowed her sister to correct herself- "how his Grace, keeps looking at you." Your hands paused for a fraction of a second near your mouth before the snowberry found its way in your mouth. "Look at me how?" "He looks at you as if you might vanish any second if he does not keep his eye on you," Kolga added, sitting down next to you. Her face had gentle tones all over it. Her eyes seemed to sparkle whenever she talked to you. "Are you being punished for something?" It took you some time to realise she was genuinely curious. "What. No. Why would you think that?" "Because his grace keeps you under guard. I thought pets were kept in cages in Midgard." Skandi turned to Kolga with a gasp. "He caged her last night then?!" The camera captured your furrowed brows sitting there confused in between the sisters. You opened your mouth to speak but lost to Kolga. "You mean when he told off Helbindi that she will be sleeping in his quarters." Skandi nodded vigorously. "He could not have kept her in a real cage." "Maybe he chained her to the bed." "Ah. So he could keep an eye on her at night." "Is that what happened, y/n?" You hid your face behind the mug of tea that did not seem to leave your lips while your free hand seemed to check your cheeks for their temperature. "This tea is good," your burned throat appreciated the drink. "He seems quite...what is the word... possessive of her," Skandi commented. You shared a look with the drone- your face devoid of any emotions. Kolga hummed in agreement, popping a snowberry in her mouth. "I thought Kruge would die last night by his hands." Now that seemed to catch your attention. "Kruge who?" "Helbindi's guard. The one who nearly pushed you into the wall last night." "When you went inside," Kolga continued, "his Grace took Kruge's staff and struck him in his limbs and threatened him to never touch you again if he wanted to stay alive." "Kruge should be glad he did not use his powers on him lest he would be a part of the dark pit's icicles by now." Kolga and Skandi stopped talked to watch you lost in deep thought while your hands scratched Lulu's back on their own, making the floof purr quite loud. "Is she making this little creature vibrate?" Skandi asked her sister in a whisper. "It looks like it," her sister whispered back in awe.

You: *whispering at Javier* What? No, it's okay. We can record here. No one can say anything. *sits on the stone seat in the gallery that seems empty to the camera* *adjusts hair* is it recording? Of course. It's always recording. *clears throat* *at normal tone* So, clearly...*inhales* *raises brows* things are barely standing still right now. And it is clearly not helping that Loki is having sudden urges to pick a fight with whoever bullies me. *Javier's drone catches him discreetly signing at you to lower your voice a bit* You: *irritated* I mean does he want me to get bullied more? Bullies are always going to pick on the weak one in the group for fuck's sake! And evidently, I am the weaker sex. *the camera catches a movement behind you, turning to focus on the source* You: and his highness does not seem to realise that it will be too easy for these giants to torture his weaknesses out of me. Does he not see that? *squints at Javier* what? The drone is recording Javier aggressively telling you to cut it out while looking pale as his gaze goes far behind you. You turn to look where his gaze is going. Javier's camera automatically focuses on Kruge standing next to the last pillar, throwing daggers in your direction through his bloody eyes for a moment before disappearing somewhere. You: *turn around with a shade lighter yourself* *the camera is panning over your face now as you look at it* *whispers* Fuck!

Five Minutes Later One of the drones buzzed against the ice that separated the balcony and the bedroom, tapping itself repeatedly on the transparent frost till the door to the room opened. It turned around to record you and Javier rush inside- the latter placing his camera in his bag and packing his stuff. "Okay, relax, relax!" you stressed to the hyperventilating boy. "We need to get out of here," he signed. "Javi, take three deep breaths? Yes? One? Two? Good. Three. Now think about it. As long as we are with Loki, no one will dare harm us. Okay? Not to mention he has allotted us our personal security team." Javier was on the verge of sobbing. "What about when Loki is not around. What will we do then?" "Javi, don't think like that," you nearly fumed at him. "Loki is in the throne room right now. You take the guards with you and go to him and when you find a window let him know what happened, okay?" Javier was still taking deep breaths while sweating through his fur coat. He nodded. "What about you?" "I...have Lulu." You pointed at the floof sleeping with his belly bared and his paws out. "I won't leave the room, don't worry." Once convinced you'll be fine, Javier hurried outside, leaving you in a silence only filled by light snores of your baby. The drone recorded you biting your lip and tying your hair up in a bun. "Okay," you whispered to yourself, "now we wait." It also recorded the sudden change in the shade of one section of the wall opposite to your back. With the focus still on you, the section of the wall appeared to open out, revealing the pitch blackness lit by a pair of red eyes. The next thing you knew, the drone was lying on the floor, its barely working lens recording your muffled screams and boots struggling to find the ground as a pair of blue feet walked past the lens before it went black.

One Hour Later The camera sat on the stone seat, recording the periodic tapping of Javier's foot from outside the frame. Loki still had audience. The Jotuns discussed every aspect of Jotunheim with the king. Loki sat patiently, listening to every word before advising them necessary steps. The majority was satisfied with the King's suggestions. Many were even in awe. There were a few who were dissatisfied no matter what the God mentioned. "Well-" Loki sat straight, addressing the whole court- "this concludes our day then." "Your grace," one giant bowed at the steps, "there are a few more issues that need your kind attention." Loki sighed, his hand resting on the armrest, his fingers running over his lips in thought. Not sure about Loki, but the camera recorded the patient that ran out of Javier. He got up from his seat, immediately catching the God's eye, who was quick to raise his fingers just for the boy to stop taking any further steps towards him.  "You have stalled me enough," the God acknowledged, catching the giant off guard. "Helbindi should know it better than anyone that a coup against me would be a futile attempt." Loki did not budge where he sat, just his finger drumming on the arm rest. "And I am in no mood for a mutiny."

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The one drone who had been playing with the Jotun kids picked up the damage to a drone in the resting chambers. It buzzed through the halls, trying to pick up your trail, finding corridors and corners to fly through, walking down dark pathways with no windows and steep stairs spiraling deep into the mountains. On its way it found Lulu howling and meowing in a frantic daze, walking down the same path where he found your scent. And it seemed like he found you through the same dark pathway that ultimately reached an opening.  There was nothing but ice all around and in every form. A section of the mountain that opened to the outside with a catch. There were cells cut into this ice for prisoners. Shackles of cold metal rested in every cell. Each of them had metals bars to keep the captives in and an opening in the ice to keep any grain of warmth out. And to add to it all, this entire prison cell rested on a frost chunk hanging at the edge of the mountain. "Stop, please, you cannot do this!" Your voice and footsteps could be heard echoing through this section. The drone buzzed and landed on the wall to record the Kruge stripping you of your fur coat with a maniacal grin on his face. "Hey! HEY!! Give me back my coat!" Kruge stopped you from going for your coat by his hand coming for your throat. His grip made it hard for you to breathe as you struggled to get out of the hold, your nails trying their best to dig into that stubborn cold skin of his. Lulu ran and growled at the giant, scratching at his ankles till the latter kicked him away. "What do you want?" you barely managed to get out of your mouth. "We want Loki out of Jotunheim," he growled in your face, smacking your back in the ice wall behind you before letting go of your throat. You fell down with a thud and a groan, taking in as much air as your windpipe allowed. "Okay," you wheezed, "okay. You let me talk to Loki and I will convince him to leave Jotunheim. I promise. I pinky promise." You even raised your pinky. But Kruge was already closing the bars on you. Lulu ran and jumped through the bars to stop by your side, sniffing and crying, wanting to make sure you were okay. "No no no no," you crawled to the bars, trying to wrap your fingers around them but failing once your skin felt the vicious cold personally, "please don't do this. You have to stop. Now." "You said you know Loki's weakness," a voice boomed from the shadows where you had been dragged from. A very familiar and ominous voice. The drone turned to capture Helbindi stepping into the ice prison with a stature fit for kings. "His essence is lost. It is a secret no more, you quim." You looked at Lulu in confused defeat. "Why does it feel like he called me a whore?" you whispered. Lulu threw his own curses at the giant. "Listen, sir, Mr Helbindi," you began, "you want the throne, right? And I want to get out of here alive. How about I take Loki with me? You get back your kingly rights, I get my friends back and we go our separate ways. Everybody wins!" Helbindi came down on his knees in front of you. A smile rested on those cracked lips of his. His hand went past the bars- to your surprise- and landed on your cheeks. Your gaze kept shifting between his eyes and his hand while your body tried to move away from his hold. But he was one stubborn bastard. "He must have kept you alive for a reason." Helbindi was talking to himself now. His thumb rubbed against your skin, something that was visibly making you uncomfortable. "Ah...he keeps you to satisfy his nightly needs." You pushed yourself away from Helbindi, only to be forced into the bars by his hold around your skull; his chuckle resonating through the prison. "Do not worry my little whore," he whispered right in your ear while his icy breath ran over your skin, "you will be my pet soon. And unlike Loki-" he licked your cheek with his tongue, driving you mad with disgust- "I prefer violence even in my chambers." Your breaths were shallow. A single tear falling from your eyes as you did you best to maintain your features. "You are making a grave mistake," you whispered through your teeth. Lulu tried to claw at Helbindi too but Kruge was already kicking him away, earning a death stare from you. The giant struck his nail in your throat, driving it deep till there was blood. "The only mistake that was made was by you coming into my land. And you all will pay for it." Dropping you back into the snow, Helbindi got up and walked back into the darkness.

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Loki watched the doors open to let Helbindi in, his gait ever so dominating as he walked past the judgmental eyes of every other giant in the court with his own little battalion following him, carrying weapons of all sorts. "A king with no powers has no right to sit on the throne, Laufeyson," Helbindi roared, ground his staff a few feet away from the stairs to the throne, creating a crack in the ground. "And a Jotun with Asgard in his blood has no right to stay alive in Jotunheim." Weapons were drawn at anyone who was not on Helbindi's side. Javier was already on his feet, running by Loki's side with his camera. Loki still had his mouth covered with his hand, as if in a tired trance. "Everybody out," he commanded ever so smoothly to his audience- who was hesitant at first, but left as soon as the God's eyes pierced through every last one of them. Left alone with his brother's radical followers, he sighed out loud, his fingers still drumming. Javier felt a buzz in his pocket, making him take out the little tablet he used to control his cameras. "Your actions with every passing moment make me more sure of your inability to rule over the subjects, brother mine," the God simply commented. The seriousness on Javier's face was turning into a field of fear. "Oh, I am not asking, brother mine," Helbindi snared at Loki, "I am taking what is mine." "And why would I give you anything you want." "Ask your little plaything," Helbindi smirked. The drumming of those pale fingers stopped. Silence eroded in the throne room. And slowly a shallow panting was audible from the God's side. The camera suddenly lost its balance and fell down on the armrest before toppling on the throne behind Loki, his back still in the frame. Light reflected through Javier's eyes, more precisely through his tears, as he moved the tablet towards Loki. "Stop, please, you cannot do this!" your voice echoed through the tablet, and all the lines on Loki's face disappeared. His body got up from the throne, his eyes still stuck on the device, looking at the aftermath of Helbindi's actions. There was no emotion on the God's face while he witnessed everything recorded on the drone. He did not even budge till the recording finished. Once the screen blacked out, he swerved the tablet for Javier to take back. His gaze was apparently still stuck on the black stones on the floor, his jaw threateningly sharp in whatever light coming from the nearest star. "If you want to see her alive again, go back to your ship before the star drops fro-," "You touched her." His voice was just a decibel higher than a whisper; his shoulders stiff. The silver bracelets were visible on his wrists, more so with the light reflecting from them. His pale fingers now turned into fists. "You hurt her."  Nothing but the resonating crack of a metal reverberated through the hall and everything went black.

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The drone sat over the bars, recording the visible shivering breaths coming out of you while your skin turned pale, your fingers blue and your hairs were already collecting frost over them, despite moving your legs as close as you possibly could to your body. "P-plea-hease," your voice shuddered, "s-s-stop hi-im. T-there is-s-s st-i-ill time." "Your master is quite possibly begging on his knees by now," Kruge cackled, gulping down the mead and pouring more from the barrel next to him. Lulu was trying his best to keep your warm with his little body, wrapping himself around your neck while whimpering for you. Kruge was about to finish another mug when his ears caught a snicker that slowly turned into a weak laughter. The drone recorded you chuckling through the pain of the blight. "What is so comedic," Kruge snarled at you. "You thought I was telling you to stop for Loki's sake?" you laughed a little more, making the Jotun simmer with building rage. "I was telling you to stop your master before it's too late, you sewage rat's tick." The lens panned in on your features, all those helpless tears replaced by a smirk that could put the devil to shame. "You master thinks I am Loki's weakness." Your eyes glistened with a tint of some hidden darkness inside them in contrast to all the white around you. "Because I made him think that, you buffoon." "He is nothing without his essen-" "Count your peaceful breaths, you son of a bitch," you stressed, never batting your eyelids, "because you are not going to die an easy death today." You smiled turned into a chuckle before your eyes turned heavy and you fell down. The drone- in its last few minutes- went dark, but not before recording Lulu's cried, mewls, howls that slowly turned into a blood curdling roar echoing till the end.

Ah, yes, demoninnit

Demoninnit has a ticklish tail. Enjoy. Birb says hi from keyboard. Enjoy. 

Tommyinnit, the biggest man ever, was bored. That he knew for sure, spaded tail whipping back and forth behind him lazily as he sat on the stairs, watching his father dust the drawers and shelves. Back and forth, back and forth..The feather duster rose and fell hypnotically, catching his eyes as the little hardcore charm on the end swung back and forth in the same movement. He stared at the fluffy little thing, slightly slitted eyes catching its every movement. His boredom was immense, but the tiny tool was the only movement in the house. If it were any of the warriors that resided in this house, they would have called a moment like this a moment gilded in pure gold, a blessed feeling of tranquil and of pure stillness. The feeling of sitting at a still lake, not a single pebble to disturb the surface. But Tommyinnit is not a warrior like them, steeped in blood, nor was he a musician, whose strains echoed and broke this peace like a weakened guitar string. No, he was a troublemaker at heart, one who made the chaos worse. The chaos that he so longed for, the din he felt so at home in, was missing, gone with the people who usually made it. 

Techno had left to practice his fighting skills, claiming that he needed to beat another master swordsman in his own game. Wilbur has wandered off, looking for inspiration, perhaps from that nice lady he had seen earlier. Nick, was it? He didn’t remember her name, nor did he intend on memorizing it either. And the eldest in the house, Phil, was currently doing some of the most boring tasks on earth. The heat was sweltering. Both males had taken their shirts off, Phil trading his usual kimono for a much more airy one. Tommy, obviously not giving much of a shit, simply just took off his shirt, releasing his wings to the open air and relishing in the feeling of the air on the sensitive limbs...for all of two minutes. 

He groaned loudly, rolling off the stairs and onto the ground floor. “Phil, I’m bored...ugh, why are you old crusty people so BORING?” His voice echoed through the empty house, making Phil wince a bit at the sudden volume. He smiled at Tommy anyway, dusting away with one hand. “It’s mean to call me old and crusty, Tommy. You know that, regardless of how old and crusty I am, I can still beat most of the people in this area in a swordfight. And this isn’t boring, not if you’re the one dusting and cleaning. Want to try?” 

He opened a drawer, pulling out a smaller one. He stared at the swinging charm from the end of it. The little golden apple swung back and forth, distracting him for a minute. Phil smiled, handing him the duster. Tommy dragged his finger through the fluff, delighted by the feeling. He grumbled as if he hated the idea, but he knew that it would be significantly more fun than staring at the same painting they’ve had since the opening of the server for the next few hours. He walked over to his father’s side, only to feel his tail ever so slightly graze his feather duster as he walked by. He squealed before he could stop himself, free hand slapping over his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise and maybe a bit of fear. He turned to look at his smirking father, taking a step back from him. His tail lashed behind him, fearful of what his father would do with this information. 

Philza’s smirk widened. “Tommy, you never told me your tail was ticklish~” The words made shivers go up the demon’s spine, and he took a few more steps back quickly, not daring to look behind him, lest he get pounced on. “Woah, woah woah, big man, hehe, no, no no-” He bumped into a wall, and he started in surprise. Phil used the startle to his advantage, pulling him down to the ground with him. He kept him pinned down to the floor with one of his hands on his back, using the other to gently rub at Tommy’s tail. 

Tommy whimpered, giggling loudly at the light tickles. His tail was way, way too sensitive for this! He writhed on the floor, his tail already attempting to escape from Phil’s fingers. The bird hybrid continued to gently scratch at the tail, thoroughly enjoying the laughter he was getting from it. “Ehehehehehe, Phihihihihil, nohohoho!” He raised an eyebrow at that. “No, you say? But how could I ignore such a cute little ticklish tail! Who knew that such a chaotic little devil could be taken down by a few quick scratches here!” 

As if he needed to prove his point, he firmly rubbed with his fingers at the base of the spade. Tommy almost immediately went limp, tail twitching in the hybrid’s hand. “EhihIHI! NohoHOHO!” Phil grinned, noting down the melt spot in his head for future use. This was a significantly more effective (and infinitely more embarrassing) way to stop the thieving little demon from causing more chaos on the server. “What’s wrong, Tommy? I’m not even doing that much right now. Is it really that ticklish?” Tommy twitched at the t-word slightly each time it was mentioned, his flush rapidly getting deeper with the teasing. “IhihIhihihi’m nohohohohot! Bihihihig mehehehen ahaharen’t tihihihi-wohohordihihiish!” Frowning a little at that, the hybrid rubbed a little harder at his melt spot again. “Oh really? You seem pretty ticklish to me. Tickle, tickle, ‘big man’~” Tommy’s wings flexed, as if he was going to push at him with his wings. He whined a bit from underneath him, shoulders shaking in mirth. “NohoHOHO TIHIHI-WOHORD- squeak” 

Phil had the privilege to see Tommy’s neck turn a shade of red he had never seen before. Tommy hid behind his hands, mortified. No big man should ever make that noise, especially not him! Yet here he was, trying desperately to not accept defeat and let his dad tickle him to tears. He continued to laugh his head off at the gentle tickles, his tail flicking back and forth and effectively making it tough for Phil to focus on it. He growled playfully at him, eyes narrowing at the demon. “Oh, you wanna play dirty, huh, mate? I’ll play dirty with you then!” He used his wing to reach for the unused duster, nudging it towards him with his wing tip. It rolled, jingling merrily, up to Philza’s leg, bumping into him gently. He picked it up, jingling it a bit louder if Tommy didn’t hear it already. Tommy began to beg Phil, all notion of pride forgotten in his fear.

 “N-noooohoo… Ehehehe….Philza, plehehease, big man... NoooOOOO-” As he dusted gently over his tail, the boy bucked, making Phil grunt and push him back down again, this time using his wing as a weight to make sure he couldn’t escape. Tommy squealed, honest to god squealed, as the duster made full, direct contact with his tail. He banged his fist on the floor, shaking, as he tormented the tail beneath him with the fluffy duster. He wiggled it back and forth, as if he was dusting the shelves. He grinned widely at the sound of Tommy’s hiccuping laughter. He was almost certain that Tommy was crying with laughter, from the sound of it. Yet he carried on, knowing that this certainly wasn’t the extent of Tommy’s stamina. Tommy was dying, banging his fist on the floor and hiccuping loudly. “hic PHIHIHIL! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT hic THEHEHEHE DUHUHUHUSTER!” His wings flexed and flapped, unable to do much else. He wriggled desperately once more, his energy flagging considerably quickly. 

He flexed his shoulders a little, and for a short moment, Phil could feel the emergence of spikes pushing against his palm, before they disappeared and all he could feel was Tommy’s spine once more. They both stopped for a moment, surprised. They turned, meeting each other’s eyes. The bird hybrid stared at the demon, who turned his head back around in shyness. Shyness? Wait, where did that come from? The Tommy I know never gets shy like that. Unless... Curiosity piqued, Philza rubbed over that spot again with the duster, hoping to achieve the same effect again. 

Tommy screeched at the feeling, once again flexing his spines back up to the surface of the skin on his spine. If Phil wasn’t already interested enough, Tommy took immediate notice and, flushing fully under his gaze, manually pushed his spines back in, one by one. He was fascinated with the new revelation. His son had never shown him his spines before. He tapped the other end of the duster on his spine, making Tommy shiver violently. “What are these? You’ve never shown me these before~” Tommy hid his face in his hands again. “I-I.. spihines. Ihihi..” He seemed out of breath, so the bird hybrid simply dragged his talons up and down his spine, hoping to coax them out again. The demon yelped, attempting to shield himself with his wings but royally failing, stopping upon the realization that he simply could not reach his back that way. He let his wings flop on the floor, too tired to fold them back in. Phil prided himself with the knowledge that nobody else knew about his son’s spines except him, wings puffing up in pride. 

Acknowledging that his son refused to let anybody touch his back without permission, he looked to his son for approval. His son looked at him in the corner of his eye, before closing them shakily and going limp in his hold, his head thumping gently on the floor. He released his son from the weight of his wing, lifting his hand as well, making sure he was as comfortable as one could possibly be in his position. After all, he had been laying face first on the floor for a considerable amount of time. 

Once he had done so, Phil picked up the feather duster again, dragging it quickly over his son’s spine. As he did so, the spines flicked up in its wake, making him smile. “Don’t push them back in yet, okay mate?” He saw no nod in response, but he didn’t see him make any movement to do the opposite. He smiled to himself at his son’s sense of pride, knowing exactly who he took after in terms of honor. Just my luck that one of my sons would have my sense of pride when being tickled. Like father, like son, hm? 

He looked closely at a specific spine, enthralled by the colors and the shape. It was a maroon color at the base, morphing into a deep, midnight black, similar to his wings. His spines shimmered in the lights of the torches, light illuminating the spiralling patterns. He touched one, delighting in the shiver he got as a reaction. He gasped as he saw a small vein of silver lance through the spine as he touched it. He watched it in wonder as it danced around, revealing patterns and textures he had overlooked earlier. He even saw one pattern shimmer and outline a crude shape of a disc, a wobbly outline, but a disc no less. He wondered, deep in the back of his head, if this was a mocking of what the boy was fighting for on this server. Perhaps it’s a hint from Dream.  

As if Tommy knew what he was looking at, he shifted uncomfortably. “I-It’s a bit shitty of a pattern, I know. I wished it was a bit prettier, like your decals-” The bird hybrid cut him off. “No, Tommy, your spines are beautiful. They.. they spark silver, Toms. Did you know that?” Tommy strained to look at him, confused. 

“What do you mean, ‘they spark silver’? They never do that with me..ack! Phil, thahahat tihihickles!” The bird-man used his pointer and thumb to rub all over the spine, making the spine shine silver under his ministrations. “They really do, Toms, they do! The silver arcs all over your spine when I touch them like this! Do ya feel it, mate? Oh man, imagine when the others hear about this!” Tommy was fully aware that his spines did that upon contact, but he said nothing, letting Phil relish the feeling of discovering something that nobody else knew about. 

He knew that Phil had been aching to go out and see something new, to feel something new. He had been like that when they were young, always on the move, on the hunt for a newer biome, a better server. He was a jokester, and a mighty good one at that, but he was no fool. If this is what it takes to have Phil by my side, I’d give him every secret of mine. I love him, even though he’s just a bucket of burnt chicken at this stage. He giggled harder at the thought, imagining Phil wearing a red striped chicken wing bucket on his head, breaded chicken strewed around him. 

Phil, completely unaware of his thought processes, continued to babble happily about his ‘discovery’, rubbing every spine and exclaiming in happiness as they sparked to life. As he moved from spine to spine, the ticklish feeling got worse and worse, causing Tommy to squeak and squeal as more and more of his spines filled with the silvery color. “EHeheheheh! Phihihihill, dohohohon’t! Ihihihihit tihihihi- hic nohohoho mohohore!” He flushed, unable to say the t-word, even in the most desperate of moments. The bird hybrid, too wrapped up in the discoveries, continued to stimulate each of his spines, leaving them sensitive and still-tingling as he went. Tommy was in shambles, unable to explain how sensitive they were without saying the t-word or shrieking halfway through. At one point, he even flapped his wings over his spines by accident, making Tommy shriek like a banshee and flail wildly for a few moments, before flopping to the ground again in pure exhaustion. 

Soon enough, Phil had stimulated almost half of the spines. He looked on in pride at the metallic blossoms of color. As he looked upon his work, he heard his son wheezing for breath, a quiet noise that immediately made him worried for his son’s wellbeing. Snapping out of his reverie, he looked to his son’s face in concern. Panting heavily, Tommy looked back at him, tears rolling down his face. He hiccuped slightly, before looking away, embarrassed by his show of weakness. 

As if he was struck by lightning, Phil got up, moving closer to his face and cupping his hands underneath to prop up his head. He used one of his hands to rub gently underneath his chin, making sure his talons didn’t scratch his neck. He watched as the spines faded back to their original color, noticing how his laughter calmed down a bit more as more and more of them returned to normal. “T-toms? Son, you okay? Sorry, I got carried away..” He trailed off at the sound of his son purring quietly underneath his residual giggles and laughter. It sounded little like a cat, more like a stuttering engine, but it was a purr of happiness nonetheless. He gazed into his son’s dazed, bolt blue eyes, seeing a similar amount of joy there. He looked back at his tail to see it wagging slowly from side to side, as a final affirmation of the exhausted boy’s mood.His shoulder sagged in relief at the confirmation. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see how tired you were getting, kid. Wanna nap? Cuddle?” Tommy nodded vigorously at that, not specifying which one. He looked drowsy enough as it was, so he scooped up the demon into his arms, cradling him gently. 

He opened the door to Tommy’s room with his wing. The doorway creaked as he walked in, an offset note to his footsteps on the wooden floor. He gently placed the kid on his bed, then turned around to leave. Almost immediately, he felt his son’s hand grab gently at his wingtip. “Cuddle?” His sleepy little voice made the warrior’s heart melt. He turned back around, lying down next to the kid. “Of course, mate. Anything for you.” Tommy hugged him tight around the midriff, mumbling into this shirt, “For you, Phil, the world.” Phil wrapped his arms around him, a wave of affection filling up his heart at the unintentional quote. “And for you, Tommy, my undying love.” He trilled, pulling him closer and slotting him underneath his chin. They drifted off in the near silence of the house, listening to each other’s purrs and trills.

 If Techno and Wilbur had returned to see the two snoring in Tommy’s bed together, wings wrapped protectively around each other, well, that was a question that nobody, not even the mods on the server, had the answer to. Especially not them. Wilbur may or may not have had to be.. persuaded into secrecy, especially after he found out a subsequent secret of Tommy’s. After all, loose ends needed to be tied up, and he was most definitely the loose end in the family. (Techno may have helped, but only because Wilbur had pranked him by setting up a trap for him during his workouts so he would drop the barbell on himself in his laughter.) 

Yummy Yum - Peter Maximoff x Reader

warnings: light food play, edging, sensation play, and of course smut

@carry-on-wayward-birbs 😘 

Peter always had a knack for getting into...sticky situations. You didn't think he'd literally be in one now but here the both of you are, his popsicle slowly drip, drip, dripping onto your skin and down onto your thighs. In one swift and quick movement he lapped it up and groaned.

"Mmm, you know, this might be my new favorite way to eat popsicles." He chuckled, making his way up to give your wet cunt a kiss. He dripped more of the popsicle onto you, the cold feeling causing you to jump slightly. He pinned your hips down, shaking his head and finishing the treat in one bite.

"Tsk tsk, you can't stay still for one second can you? And I though I had trouble sitting still." He shook his head and gave your thigh a nibble.

"How about we cool things down a bit?" He pulled an ice cube from the cup on the nightstand, rubbing it around your nipple. You hissed at the initial feeling, relaxing once you had gotten used to the sensation. He blew on the spot the ice cube had been, your nipple hardening even more before he took it into his mouth.

"Oh!" You squealed in surprise, your hands tanging into his long, silver hair. You tugged on it gently and he moaned in response, swirling his tongue around the already sensitive bud. He pulled away after a few more moments, an idea popping up in his head.

"Oh my favorite little human...how would you like if I showed you what I can really do." He stood over you with a devious smirk. You mulled it over for a second before nodding, almost afraid for what you agreed to. He dipped his head back down between your thighs and slid his tongue inside you. But what he did next wasn't his normal routine, no, he decided to vibrate his tongue.

That sent shockwaves throughout your body, your legs already shaking from the pleasure. You could barely think with what was happening inside of you but you managed to at least make noises of pleasure and reassurance. He looked up every so often, making sure you were enjoying yourself.

"Feels...good..." You said before he pulled away, leaving you with an empty feelings.

"No! Please!" You whined immediately, pulling him back.

"Please what?" He purred, slipping two fingers inside of you.

"P-Please sir." He started vibrating his fingers lightly, not quite giving you what you wanted. You could feel yourself on the edge of an orgasm but not quite there yet.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that. Say again?"

"I-I said...please sir." You managed to say it a little louder, his vibrations speeding up a tad bit, but again, just not quite there.

"Peter god damn it if you don't let me cum I will tease you for days after this." You growled, giving him an angry look. He gave in, the stern tone in your voice getting to him. You felt the tightness in your core finally release, your back arching off the bed as you came down from your orgasm.

You fell limp, breathing heavily. You turn your head, Peter already laying next you you with a smile.

"I would assume it’s my turn isn't it?" He laughed.

"Oh you're in so much trouble you little shit. You're getting what you deserve." You whispered in his ear before climbing on top of him. One last look into his eyes revealed his mood shifting, now more submissive than ever. You knew then you'd be able to serve him his just desserts for all the teasing he did.

Alter Arjucock Pt 2 (Arjuna Alter, Gudako)

Previously : Arjucock, Karnacock

Alter Arjucock Pt 1

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Shapeshifting magic was an art.

The moment he’d managed to sway his white haired flowery friend to help, Arjuna alter moved through the hallways. There was no missing the deep azure in his feathers, the dark plumage almost blending in some of the hallways that were bathed in shadows.

He could hear his feet pattering across the tiles, like a light tapping as he wandered on, looking for his master.

The hallways were mostly empty.

The kitchen only held one figure, whom seemed disinterested in why the door had opened behind him.

The longer he looked, the more nothingness he found.

Where was master?

She wasn’t having a mission, the command room was empty. There wasn’t any noise that he could hear in the rayshift chamber nor were there any sirens going off. Something would have been happening if she were off, even for training.

Arjuna moved onwards, frowning more as he looked around for any signs of life other than the cook.

No one in the lounges.

No one in the baths.

There was a naked man sitting in one room.

Weird ass Sumerian.

Arjuna Alter moved further, looking around harder.

The inventor wasn’t in her offices and lab. Mash was not hanging out with the knights, nor were the knights in their meeting room. He moved around the shields and swords, but left the room largely unchanged.

No sign of anyone.

“Master,” he called, the sound of his bird noise echoing in the hall.

The silence answered back.

“MASTER!”

He called louder, looking more frantically.

A door to his left opened.

Gudako stared down at him, blearily looking him over. Her hand itched at her head a bit as she yawned and looked around.

“Arjuna archer?”

He shook his head.

“…Karna?”

Another shake.

“…Alter Arjuna?”

He made a pleased noise.

“You’re being noisy. Come to bed.” Gudako opened the door. “We’ll return you to human form in the morning. Just be a good birb and stay in bed with me.”

That sounded fine to him.

He nuzzled her as he passed, pleased to have finally found her.

She was safe and sound.

▼ and ☯️ for Teba? Tell me your thoughts of the bird dad pls

▼ - childhood headcanon  

He was a BRAT, the embodiment of chaos and annoyance all in one cute little Rito package. He would pester Kass about his music, and drag Harth places just so he could watch him practice archery and do trick shots with a makeshift bow.

Harth: Can I have a turn with the bow?

Teba: Wait, wait, just one more trick shot. You’re gonna love this I’m going to look so cool-

Harth: You said that TWO HOURS AGO

Teba was the kind of kid who stuck out his tongue at people 10 times bigger than him. An adult tells him to be quieter and behave? He makes a face and makes annoying noises on purpose. I can guarantee this reckless little shit would run off into the woods with Harth and completely ignore any bedtimes or rules set for him by his parents. All the same, his quieter moments are when he sneaks into the library (he wouldn’t want anyone thinking he’s lame for reading books) and staying up all night reading the tales of great Rito warriors and battles...

His louder/childish personality might have faded a bit as he grew up, but that reckless side definitely stayed

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon  

He loves his family and his friends, and I know that’s kind of a given but he loves them so much that if it weren’t for his ego and personality he would be telling them 24/7. But, given his ego and his desire to be “cool and mysterious” he just says all of this with his actions. He takes Tulin on fun flights on his back (I mean he is the canonical best flier in the village) and he hangs out with Saki and they make dinner together. Also remember that time he blamed himself so much for Harth’s injury that he decided he was going to kill a giant Divine Beast all by himself so no one else would get hurt? The birb loves his friends and family, so you know when he actually says out loud “I love you” to people like Saki it means so much augh my heart

Do you think... This is the first time sky kids have heard a spoken word language?

headcanon Sky kid "language" seems most similar to dolphin, bat or bird communication. Rather than specific words, there is large variety of sound combinations to convey complex ideas, but not individual words.

As far as the outlier, little prince season, I'm choosing to believe that prince and rose were adapting to sky kid language. Or at the very least it wasn't human common. (Subtitles are for the viewers benefit and not a reflection of the in game reality?)

But this is season... Singing, full legible english. Idk just thinking how weird it must be for them.

For the OC and their partner(s)!! 💗,❣️, and 💓~!!

A little word ahead as this wasn’t stated in OC post. I’m not sure what’s the time in BC manga as of today so while Nozel is 29yo Oracle is 23yo. They first met while she was 19. She doesn’t know her real name, Nozel called her Gulisa during first week of them knowing eachother, later he called her Libi. And now: 💗 Describe your OC’s partner(s) from their point of view! What do they really think about them? “Calm man with no chill.” and “A loveable idiot” She knows he’s smart and really disciplined, doesn’t care about the other traits that much. She liked him from the moment he forgave her the robbery. Mer likes him so for Oracle he can’t be a bad person, birbo even tried to betray his mistress to become Nozel’s pet, but Nozel isn’t best with animals so Mer came back with his head down, not that Oracle could see that anyway. She loves the fact that Nozel will make it known that he came somewhere near her, will walk to her slightly louder than usually, knock on something so she won’t get startled. For first time Lilith/Libi used a spell that made her regain sight for a short while she saw Nozel’s cold expression and just “oh... so you are an emotionless bastard :/ ” *Nozel is confusion* “YOU KNOW EMOTIONS?!?” *Nozel is angery confusion* She still calls him emotionless bastard, but she learned that he just doesn’t like showing off what he feels. Now she’s able to tell how he’s feeling just from the way he speaks and how much noise he makes. Oracle half-way gets it why SE members describe Nozel as the Cruel Captain, but to hear that from his sibs is weird. Especially after all that Nozel told her about them. “Brother Nozel sent me on that stupid mission in peasant village again :c He hates us all after that accident in the dungeon” *Blind Oracle.exe stopped working. Critical Error* “...wot?”   ❣️ When did your OC first realise they were in love? How did they react to the realisation? That would be about 2 years after their first meeting! She got up earlier than usually and cought a maid preparing clothes for her, and well, even is she had money now, [thanks to Silver Eagles helping her out with a little magic supplies bussines], she hasn’t yet get to search, let alone employ a house help, so she asked why was the woman doing this is she wasn’t getting paid for this, “But I am. Lord Nozel told me to do so. His family summer house is nearby, but they don’t use it too often. There is little to no work there, so I take care of your house as well.” *Is shooketh. Realises that’s why whenever she comes back from her adventures to borders her house is neat clean and not even a fly sits on the floor*  In a span of 2 minutes she got flashbacks to everything that was happening to her when she was near Nozel and the feeling just hit her. “Thsh! ... emotionless bastard” She made a mental note to always have his favourite tea in stock. She didn’t think of this as true love at first, but she wanted to be someone he can open to and speak freely in her presence. Lilith even started inviting Dorothy, as Nozel mentioned her as a good friend, and so the three of them once in Glamour world would talk out the entire night. But Nozel is still the bastard he was before the realisation, Lilith was just slightly more touchy with him from that point on. Would always want to at least grab his shoulder or hand if they met outside her house/SE HQ and give a tiny sqeeze for noone knows why but she’s made it an ordinary thing by now. Lil Bonus: Mer was extremly ‘touchy’ with Nozel from the start. Birb never in his life cuddled with Lilith out of his own will, outside cold winter nights but they don’t count- those were life or death situations, but he will not survive if he’s seeing Nozel around and won’t get a cuddle with said man’s neck. Will sit on his shoulder and comb his hair with his beak, or he’ll pat Nozel’s hair down with his wing, looking proud as never, like Noz’s hairstyle was his doing. Mer is probably one of very few animals that ever come to Nozel out of own will and not cuz he got food, according to Tabata’s rankings Nozel, Noelle and king Augustus were in the Most hated by animals so... Birb saw a man looking similar to himself. Birb loves the man. 💓 What is their favourite activity to do together (that isn’t time in the bedroom)? READING! Also tea parties to talk about everything and nothing. So Oracle can use a spell that’ll help her see more clearly than with her mana sensing skills, but they work for about 4 minutes max and depending on her current mana pool situation and health she’d be able to see quite a range of colours or just black, white and grey scale sketchy things that are worse than what she’s able to see[imaginairy] with mana sensing or mana layer- sending out a thin layer of own mana like a wave to cover your surroundings so to know where you can put down your feet, so it’s not really helpful after a day of working on a magic artefact or while catching a cold. Nozel visits her at least 3 times a week, always in the evening hours and they sit together on the fluffy couch and Nozel reads out loud whatever book she wants, mostly it’s just some old archives about findings from dungeons and ancient relics. They were doing this almost from the start! Back when she was living in SE HQs and working directly for the squad to redeem herself from trying to rob their Captain in the light of day, [with HER OWN BIRBO SELLING HER OUT!! Mer screatched at Nozel while Lilith tried to untie his pouch from the belt], with the first two days they’d sit a bit further apar, and she’d try to take notes of what he’s reading to her. Noticing her strugle he made sure to get another member into the room to read the informations from books while he sat down with her and helped with the notes. And before anyone will say “But she’s blind, she won’t be able to read the notes, she didn’t have the spell yet!” Yea, and there is no braille or anything like that as far as I know in the Clover Kingdom, but if you press the pen/pencil down really hard it will make such mark on the paper you’d be able to read it without looking, only rule is that you need to know how the letters look before trying this out, and Oracle was made blind at her 15th birthday so she knew how to write and read before. They also started enjoying the evenings, when the sun is about to go down. If they’re outside for this, Lilith will sing silently or hum something, and Nozel will try to describe the sky to her in most details so her hums/singing will fit the scenery. He calls it “troublesome evening walks” she calls it “entertainment of the day”. She’s innocent in her ways of thinking, innocently gloomy. Mer loves to interrupt any activity they do together without inviting him at first. Hope that’s what you wanted to know.

Can I request the fluffiest fluff for birb husband, mama!MC and their hatchlings please?

I am a sucker for forest picnics my dude. I made sure to keep the ants away for you too~

with READER!

A part of you wondered that if Ilya spoke more if he would call you a worry wort. You really couldn’t help it though, and you were sure that he wouldn’t blame you, with three rambunctious ones literally climbing and clambering around. The forest was a safe place, you tried to tell yourself. Some of the friendliest monsters lived here, and you weren’t even that far away from Muriel’s house- a known protector or the monsters around here. 

Yet here you were, scolding one of the kids as she tried to run too far from view. “At least stay where I can see you, okay?” You told her, letting her get away with only a brisk nod and much calmer walking. Ilya’s soft chirps bring you back and you give a soft sigh. “I’m just worried- she’s very adventurous you know. Oh they all are though…”

You can see the hint of a smile coming from him to which you playfully bump him with your hip and finally settle down beside one thick trunk tree. A louder caw from Ilya already has the children running back, all three tumbling on one another to gather around you as you started pulling out lunch. Two of them preferred similar to their father, a mixture of nuts and berries, and the youngest was the picky one. 

So you set out one container of the nut mixture and, for the picky one, you’ve chopped up cabbage and lettuce for her. A part of you wonders if maybe she doesn’t like the taste or maybe it’s the texture of the harder piece. Maybe you could try chopping them up for her…

Whilst they ate, Ilya seemed more interested in you, gently preening into your hair and playing with your fingers. Between your giggles you give him sparse kisses, some landing on his shoulders, others landing on his beak, and sometimes he meets one head on with just the tip of his beak and mimics a soft smooching noise. Whenever that happens, the biggest of your brood makes an indignant noise and throws a grape at one of the two of you. 

All three seem to agree that they were done at the same point and, again, are running about between the trees. At least they obeyed your word and stayed within eyesight of you. Whilst they played, you relaxed against the tree and threaded your fingers through your mate’s feathers. The flutter of his chest makes you shift, and you hear then-

“I love you.” His voice comes out in a croak with the effort of coming out genuine. He had the tendency to whistle it to you, either during playful banter or more rolling in the sheets, but hearing it now is so much more different. 

You shift and look up at him, a tired smile on your features. “I love you too-” Oh his smile back is glorious, relaxed and dripping in sweetness that you’d find comparable to honey. It felt perfect then, being shrouded beneath the tree with your feathery mate and huddled against his warm chest. The grass was in perfect bloom and the sun poked through the branches just enough, tree rustling with the warm spring air. Then of course, the icing on the cake was the sound of your brood playing just nearby, chirping and laughing with child-like wonder. 

With Ilya by your side, you were sure to give them everything they could ever need and whatever they could want in life. Although- you might have to stop that at too much candy. 

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don't mind gabe he's just. staring. right at jack's bare chest. is he distracted? oh, most certainly. someone help him.

ஃ  ➡ birb bringin’ in attention // @owlsector

GENERAL DIN, casual dialogue between STRIKE COMMANDER & CAPTAIN AMARI, former having lifted shirt to present that damage taken day prior has since healed to form raised SCAR across his torso ; aside from REDDENED MARK, there’s nothing LINGERING from previously underwent ASSAULT.

‘ i think it looks cool, ’ statement upon relaxed tone, presumably one depicted as BACKGROUND NOISE in contrast to the sounds that play within & outside the office ; chatter & footfalls beyond the door, & inside - wherein stand the original strike team - few words spared in conversation as many of them focus on their own tasks, preparing for upcoming audience with some of the brass.

ana had made inquiry towards jack’s status, question for which INSPIRED him to raise the hem of his shirt, but as he looks to her now - seeking input in the form of AGREEMENT - he finds her attention laid elsewhere. a glance over provides view of GABRIEL, he of whom jack seems to have TOTAL FOCUS.

such attentiveness might make most others BASHFUL, yet jack takes it in STRIDE, a sense of WARMTH blooming throughout his chest ; there comes a sense of SATISFACTION for jack in being the target of gabe’s focus.

returning gaze towards CAPTAIN AMARI, jack smooths fabric down across his chest, lingering briefly upon pectoral beneath material where sits raised scar ; catching his action, ana rolls dark eyes with a HUFF, though he reads the amusement layered beneath the sound - she consistently urges him to stop TOYING with gabriel, though never makes move to put a stop to it beyond half-hearted ADMONISHING. continuing, jack speaks an octave LOUDER now, intent to be HEARD across the space—

                                                                  “ FEELS cool, too. ”

Hey can i get some headcanons for tokoyami just being a birb, like thing's he does in private cuz he doesn't want to ruin his edgy persona.

Awwww! I love my precious lil birb son, this is so cute! - Mod Deku

He tries to hide it as much as possible, but he has a variety of little chirps and other noises that he makes when he's particularly excited, but he's gotten good about suppressing them

At least, until he's alone. If he happens to get a text from his crush or something of the sort he’ll let out a little chirp or a series of them, its the cutest thing!

Similarly, he makes these little peeps in his sleep, like a baby bird, which he only learned after a class trip. He has sworn to never sleep in the same room as someone else ever again.

In the mornings, especially if he's low on sleep and not thinking clearly, he’ll go to the window and sing and chirp like the other birds do, sometimes getting a little louder than he means to before realizing what he's doing

He nests

He doesn't do it much, because he's embarrassed about it, but when he's feeling particularly vulnerable he’ll surround himself with soft things or things that make him happy

Blankets, hoodies, he's stolen a rug or two in his time for it. Its even worse if he has has a partner, they're going to notice some of their clothes missing

He hates showers, its too much water on his feathers at once. He much prefers to take baths and wash his feathers by hand with a wet cloth

He has this urge to try and groom himself with his beak that he’ll catch himself giving in to every now and then, even though there are no feathers he can reach like that

He’ll catch himself wanting to groom others as well, especially if someone has messy hair, but he pushes that desire down because it wouldn't look good for him to be nuzzling his beak into peoples hair

We do not ask about the bag of birdseed under his bed