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If there were people who disliked cake? Sal hoped he never met them.

There was just something about cake to Sal that he loved and couldn't put his finger on. It was light and sweet, fluffy and had every choice of flavour a person could imagine. His favourites tended to be thick chocolate cakes, sweet enough to even male Sal's cheeks ache, or the fruity ones that busted with flavour at every bite.

If he couldn't have cake, then Sal often found himself drawn to those incredibly fluffy pancakes Japanese places tended to do. Hm...maybe they could do that for his next birthday?

...Next birthday.

Sal paused. He hadn't even considered the fact that he was already thinking about spending next year with Rhys. Was that something he thought about without realising? Did he easily think that Rhys would be willing to stay with him for that long? Just how attached was Sal to this man without even thinking about it?

The frown appearing on his face shifted a little when he realised Rhys was talking again. The other man didn't need to know about the sudden struggles Sal had been hit with emotionally, so the hybrid made a point to shrug and hum in thought as he shifted his voice to be lighter.

"...Yeah, its great, sweetheart. I didn't think anyone else knew I tend to prefer fruit flavours." It wasn't something he tried to share often, but the fact that Rhys knew it...the thought of it all made the hybrid glance curiously at Rhys.

"What's your favourite flavour with stuff? Do you like cake? Or somethin' else?"

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Of course Sal liked cake, who wouldn’t? Cake was sweet and had so many options and flavours that it had truly been the most amazing thing to taste when Sal had first seen cake. He still would have worried about the expense though. Rhys didn’t need to buy him some sort of fancy cake in his opinion, it was enough that the taller man was there in the first place and Sal was just more than happy enough to even have him there in the first place, as mushy as that sounded. Being given things for no reason and from Rhys, it made Sal itch with the rising sensation of real feelings.

It didn’t feel like shit that Sal didn’t have a birthday. You couldn’t miss something you never had and the hybrid had been happy enough and then sad enough to never have even spared a thought to it really. He supposed Rhys would have just cared about it more since he actually had a birthday for some time and was just goofy enough that he wanted to be affectionate and over protective to Sal. It was sweet though and the hybrid felt himself buzz lightly as the pale man collected plates. 

“Alright, I’ll hold you t’dat when your birthday comes up.” Sal grinned. It was shitty that Rhys would have had to dealt with his own horrible childhood and birthdays. Someone like him deserved so much more than what he got and Sal almost felt bad at times for how little he could give back. Had Rhys been thinking about giving Sal this a for a while? He had to have been, what with asking about for his birthday and going as far to get a cake. How long did a cake take to make anyway?

“Sounds good. Kinda wanna see what other stuff they got there. Dad used to go to a bakery near town and bring back these croissants that had some sorta jam with it” The hybrid said. Once some slices were on their plates, Sal bit into his and his buzzing suddenly took on a higher frequency at the taste. God it was good. He wanted to die eating cake, it was decided. Rhys would just have to cry at his funeral while choking down cake, it was the only option. “Thinkin’ that it was apricot or something.”

Surely there were some people out there who disliked cake. Rhys wasn’t one of them and he was glad that Sal wasn’t, either. Otherwise this birthday gift would have been quite the failure. Perhaps for Sal’s next birthday they would have to try an ice cream cake, or one with extra layers and fillings. The possibilities were almost endless! Though, really, he just wanted to see Sal enjoying himself. If the hybrid hadn’t liked cake then Rhys would have bought him something else until he got it right. That was all there was to it. Besides, if Sal had never known his birthday then Rhys might have just given him one. If only to have a day to celebrate Sal, though the hybrid would have thought it silly and probably would have given him a hard time for it. Sal was right, though. Rhys cared because he had a real birthday – once upon a time – and at least he knew well enough that there could be good memories associated with it. Sal needed some good memories in his life and it sure would have been nice if a few of them were with Rhys. ”Sure,” Rhys snorted softly and grinned. If Sal decided to celebrate his birthday too, then the mutant had no reason to complain or tell him not to. It was a sweet gesture. Though it likely betrayed Sal’s feelings, which Rhys was not willing to bring up right then or ever. He wanted Sal to be happy and he had been planning this ever since he found out the day of Sal’s birthday. Just the sound of buzzing and of the smile in Sal’s voice was more than enough for Rhys. ”Well, I am pretty sure t'is place has croissants wit’ filling, T'ey prob'ly have somet'ing similar. Maybe even apricot.” Rhys grinned as he replied, and his grin widened at the delighted sound of Sal’s buzzing. Cake at a funeral would have been nice, though he damn well hoped that any funerals between them wouldn’t happen for a long time. It was an awfully morbid thought on Sal’s birthday. ”What do yeh t'ink, baby? Did I make t’ right decision for flavour?”

#blind-mutant #RP #the living stardust (sal) #buzzy birthday #he wants to KNOW ABOUT U RHYYYS

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With each question, Sal's face seemed to scrunch up more and more. He...didn't have an answer for most of her questions, he wasn't what she wanted him to be. And even if they were strangers, Sal hated not being what people expected of him. It just meant that they got disappointed with him faster and would just...leave him. Find someone better than Sal could ever be.

He frowned at the stranger, shrugging and looking away from her as he answered, "I was...born here? It's my mom who came to Earth, not me. Dunno where the fuck her- our planet's supposed to be, but uh, yeah I can make portals- what?"

Sal scoffed, rolling his eyes at how dumb that sounded, "Lady, if I did make you insane from being stared at, wouldn't you already be rollin' around on the ground, clutching your eyes by now? Eveything about that idea is just some bullshit humans make up, 'cause they're scared of the unknown."

He could ask just as much about her. The hybrid glanced at her purple hair and pointed towards it, "Well...I've never seen a woman turn into a seal before, that's pretty new. And what about your hair? Is that dyed or do seals have purple hair too? I woulda' thought they'd have more...blue hair colours."

After all, what did purple have to do with the sea? But...huh. Sal could relate to that. As far as he knew, he was the only alien around. Mom hadn't ever said if there were anymore like them on the planet and Sal had never looked at anyone else. Why did it even matter if they weren't the same kind of alien species?

He didn't like the sound of this though. It wasn't safe to trust anyone, but it wasn't safe to just let some freak snatch Sal up either. The hybrid frowned ans crossed his arms, "....Together? I can take care of myself, lady,"

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” For Sal from Sophie

@usually-abnormal

“Dramatic? Oh I’ll show you dramatic!” He was soaked and naked for the most part, save for a large shirt the woman in the lake had tossed to him. What person swam in a lake anyway? And what more, who splashed a fucking alien?

Sal glared at the seal lady, huffing as he sat back against the banks and rubbed his face. He had to be mindful of his legs and not giving the gal a show of what he got….anymore than he had. “I am soaked, I need to get back to the city and now I have to do that soaking wet and naked until I draw up my energy again! So, thank you swamp woman!” Honestly, she was cute but her attitude ruined it.

#RP #usually-abnormal #the living stardust (sal) #mythical mayhem #just scruff him to safety sophie

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While Rhys paused to think, Wulf allowed himself an indulgent smile towards his lover. While this body was an odd one to get used to, both in terms of aesthetic and physically, Wulf didn't mind it so much. Magic was a fickle thing when it wasn't being grand and you knew what to do with it.

He trusted well enough that Edith would be able to get things fixed, but admittedly, there were some frustrating parts about being half wolf. Namely the fact that his pants no longer fit him in any capacity, as well as the fact that gitting through doorways had become considerably harder now.

His love certainly helped though. Rhys was gentle and sweet enough, his teasing good natured and he knew when to back away when he edged onto something soft and personal. Rhys was lovely and Wulf would never understand how one could have thrown him away.

But for now, the Asgardian shifted up to all fours, wobbling slightly when he found his balance gone. A shift of the winds helped, but Wulf still pressed a hand against a wicker chair.

"Right...give me a moment, perhaps. This is harder than I initially assumed."

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“Is that a pick up line or a genuine interest, little love?” Wulf raised an eyebrow, trying to sound as serious as he could…before grinning and chuckling as he maneuvered himself to kneel on the floor, being mindful of his larger size and wolf body.

It was a bit ironic that he had a wolf body, anyone could see that and Edith had laughed heavily when she first saw, but it wasn’t so bad now. Yes, there had been some panic when it first happened, the spell going on to make a falsified wolf body where his chest and abdomen ended, but there was no pain with it and after studying the scroll, it revealed that the spell would last up until the next full moon.

Which felt like a little ironic joke, but all that would happen really is Wulf would just have to stay out of an public eye for at least a month, but at least he had Rhys and Edith to help out somewhat.

“If you’d like, I’ll happily let you sit on my back for a while,” The Asgardian offered. Rhys seemed delighted by his softness anyway and Stars, if Wulf didn’t find it cute. “I’m sure Ragnarok would love being able to run alongside us instead of being the one to give us rides for once.”

He seemed to think about it for a moment. Mostly, it had been genuine interest. The idea of riding on the back of any kind of ‘taur’ sounded appealing. However, there was no reason why he couldn’t have meant it in the other sense. This was Wulf, and Rhys’ attraction for him was great no matter what form the man seemed to be in. “Mm… M'really down to do eit'er if yer interested,” he replied, laughter in his voice. Although his cheeks did darken when he said it out loud. Was it weird? He really hoped that Wulf didn’t find that sort of response strange. It wasn’t as if they weren’t already intimate, and Rhys certainly had a curiosity about more… monstrous beings, so to speak. Especially since he had a decent amount of time with Wulf in that form. Rhys wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to keep his hands off of Wulf for an entire month. It was too long! Otherwise, he really did find the idea of riding on the now wolf-taur’s back a lot of fun. Ragnarok would definitely like that, he was sure. They could have a fun time running free together. They could tackle the more intimate desire of Rhys’ later. “Sure. I t'ink t'at would be fun. An’ yer prob'ly right, Ragnarok would enjoy runnin’ alongside for once. Plus it’s prob'ly a good way for yeh to get used to yer new form while yeh have it.”

#blind-mutant #riding a howling wind #RP #riding the wild winds (wulf)

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❝ halloween is my favorite holiday, so i’m going with or without you. ❞ for Sal

@awkward-snake-girl

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" God, Mattie was so fussy with timing. Didn't she know that it took time to look so good? Sal couldn't help but huff as he stepped out of his apartment, flipping back his red wig and raising an eyebrow up at Mattie.

"Didn't ya hear, scales? Beauty takes time. And 'sides, we've still got some time to kill before we gotta do anything..." And Sal didn't...really know what sorts of stuff people did at Halloween without dressing up, but he was pretty eager to find out. He liked parties after all!

#ask #awkward-snake-girl #muse or treat (halloween) #the living stardust (sal)

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Send "🎃" for a Halloween starter!

#chris is that a weed (memes) #muse or treat (halloween)

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 🎃    HALLOWEEN   SENTENCE    PROMPTS  !

​❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ are you going to go to this halloween part with me tonight? ❞

❝ it’s halloween, so everyone is going to be dressed up. ❞

​❝ is that your idea of a costume? ❞

❝ i thought we agreed to stay in and have a horror movie marathon. ❞

❝ i went to the store and bought all new halloween decorations. ❞

​❝ are you going to help me put up these halloween lights? ❞

​❝ it’s halloween and we are spending it by going to a haunted house. ❞

​❝ i have plans halloween night, unlike you. ❞

​❝ we can always go to the pumpkin patch instead. ❞

​❝ are you going to help me carve these pumpkins or not? ❞

​❝ aww, where’s your halloween spirit? ❞

​❝ look, i carved this pumpkin all by myself, what do you think? ❞

​❝ wanna go out with me for halloween? ❞

​❝ come on, halloween’s not so bad. it’s actually fun. ❞

​❝ okay, i’ve got the best ghost story, wanna hear? ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ are you going to take me trick or treating this year again? ❞

​❝ come on, we have to go buy costumes for this party. ❞

​❝ it’s going to be cold on halloween, are you sure you want to wear that? ❞

​❝ you are literally the same thing every year for halloween. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ how about a pumpkin spice latte? ❞

❝ please, never use fake blood for a halloween prank. ❞

❝ oh no, please, tell me this isn’t another one of your ideas for a halloween prank. ❞

❝ you think you can scare me? ❞

❝ remember to always check your candy! ❞

❝ where is all the candy i just bought? ❞

❝ we are not going to a cemetery just because it may or may not be haunted. ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard, are you crazy? ❞

❝ i’m going to dress up as the grim reaper because i feel like death. ❞

❝ trick or treat. ❞

❝ want to trade out some of our candy? ❞

❝ we should do a halloween game, like truth or dare ‘cept it’s trick or treat? ❞

❝ what school has a halloween dance party? ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ are we really going to carve all these pumpkins? ❞

❝ you know, that was the best halloween party ever. ❞

❝ i’m going to a halloween party and you’re not invited. ❞

❝ you should totally come with me for this halloween thing tonight. ❞

❝ we can stay up late and watch scary movies. ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ let’s see who can carve there pumpkins the fastest! ❞

❝ i can’t believe they put some of these costumes on the racks. ❞

❝ what’s the point in decorating your house for just one night? ❞

❝ i’ve got a spooky story for you, if you want to hear. ❞

❝ do we have to go to this haunted trail? ❞

❝ that haunted trail/house sucked, i want my money back. ❞

❝ i didn’t see you at the halloween festival earlier. ❞

❝ i have to take my ______ trick or treating, or else i would. ❞

❝ are you going to the halloween thing they are having today? ❞

❝ do you really think the dead are roaming free among us on halloween night? ❞

❝ halloween is my favorite holiday, so i’m going with or without you. ❞

❝ you want to help me set up this halloween party? ❞

❝ this is going to be the best halloween of all time. ❞

❝ i’m just saying, let loose and have some fun for a change. ❞

❝ we should just make our own costumes. ❞

❝ we’re definitely getting matching costumes.  ❞

❝ i entered are names for this costume contest, one of us will definitely win. ❞

❝ i do not want to be in a costume contest. ❞

❝ wait, what? you don’t want to do anything at all on halloween night? ❞

❝ well, it’s over. now we have to wait all the way until next year. ❞

#muse or treat (halloween) #chris is that a weed (memes) #THATS RIGHT OG MUSED FOR A NIGHT

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Uhhh costumes for the muses!

Ava: Morticia Adam

Mimi: Beetlejuice

Finn: A vampire

Pascal: A vet

Mahogany: A dinosaur

Sal: Black Widow

Wulf: Captain Blackbeard from our flag means death

Dae: A mosaic painting

Morde: The scarecrow from the wizard of Oz

#muse or treat (halloween)

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Mahogany wasn't quite sure how dog sizes were supposed to work, if they were entirely honest. They knew dogs came in all sorts of sizes, but to them, every dog was basically tiny to Mahogany when they were used to seeing bigger creatures, like moose and wolves and the odd creatures that came from Old Alpha's studies into magic. Mahogany supposed though that their biggnesss was seen as a dog too and it made them wonder a little if it would be possible to turn into other things as well.

After all, a big dog was really useful for keeping Rhys safe and making sure no one approached him when he didn't want them to - something that they learned quickly after the first few days or travelling around with him. But it wouldn't help when they needed to be small or more unnoticeable when humans didn't want Rhys around, or if they needed to sneak in and out of the many motels they stayed at, Mahogany wouldn't have been able to sneak out as easily...

Hm, maybe this dog thing wasn't as good as they thought?

Regardless, Mahogany let out a pouty whine before they settled back on the ground, huffing as their tail flopped against the wall. Even if Rhys was right and made a good point, the Jötun still wanted a chance to be huffy about it! Though the compliments soon got their tail wagging away. Mahogany loved being complimented, especially if it was coming from their mate.

But the question still lingered on their mind. How would they get this issue solved when Mahogany wasn't able to talk to Rhys? They couldn't even write anything down since the pale man wouldn't be able to read it either. All they could do really was wait for Mahogany to turn back, or if they found some sort of quick solution...

The mastiff sighed. It was looking like they were stuck for options, at least until Rhys could go out tomorrow and maybe ask around for help.

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To be fair, Mahogany had never seen  a dog up until they left Town. Before then had always been glances of foxes every now and again or the big things with horns and hooves like they had. Dogs were…odd. Small and loving entirely to the point where Mahogany didn’t even need to really eat them without being able to fully feed on their devotion. There were so many different breeds and smells and the Jötun often found themselves almost as confused over dogs as they usually were with humans over how much and how different it all seemed. 

None of it made sense for this new form though. They were smaller, their tail was longer and they had more paws now with their face being constantly elongated. It didn’t exactly hurt, but the sensation and Mahogany knowing that it wasn’t right was the key part here. The mastiff let out a soft “borf!” before pressing their snout into Rhys’s hand, flicking their tongue against his fingers before their tail had begun to wag at the taste of both their mate and something else. He had been eating something and Mahogany had a useless hope that he had brought something for them to eat too. 

It was sweet that Rhys didn’t seem to be too upset. They hadn’t meant to turn into a mastiff and the “Hows and Whys” over their power stayed mysterious in some ways, even more so when the Moder was no longer here, or just…not choosing to speak to Mahogany. But they had their mate here for support and he seemed to really like their new form outside of any mate-concerns so the Jötun was just happy that nothing of their form had upset Rhys. His tears would make them cry after all.

The mastiff barked again, a little louder, as if to try and answer Rhys. While they could help him get around and finally have the chance to go inside more human filled Towns. It seemed exciting and their tail wagged harder as Mahogany pushed themselves up onto their hind legs, trying to stand on their own before gravity pushed them onto Rhys and ended up gently pushing the pale man against the wall before they began to focus some of that ancient power in their blood, willing their paws to turn back into pale and skinny fingers. For a moment, nothing happened, but then a cracking noise soon appeared and instead of the very tips of their large paws now formed into stubs of fingers, which wiggled and tried to grasp Rhys but kept slipping. 

Mahogany’s ear flattened with this and the mastiff let out a louder whine that trailed into a low howl. Why wasn’t it working? What if it didn’t ever work again? They loved Rhys, but they loved him more as a person and only a person could hold and take him out to see wild things and let him ride on their back and lovemaking. Mahogany couldn’t do any of that so long as they were a dog and that scared them. 

Rhys had to suppose even the largest of dogs tended to be smaller than Mahogany. At least in their monstrous form. So it was only normal that they considered a mastiff small, though compared to Rhys it was not a particularly small breed and this one was Mahogany. He was glad that it was, truthfully. Had a large dog come up to him otherwise, he might have been rather frightened. After all, he had no desire to fight an animal if it wished him harm. Not to mention that he had quite a soft spot for fluffy animals. Had he been able to see them, Rhys would have thought that they were awfully cute. Especially with the soft ‘borf’ that they gave him and the eager way that they searched out the flavour on his fingers. He had more of the snacks he had eaten, but he wouldn’t have known if Mahogany could have had any too. They didn’t seem to do so well with most foods beyond meat. As for whether or not he was upset, he was a little bit. Rhys couldn’t have ever been too upset with the things that Mahogany did even when he didn’t agree with them, but this wasn’t something immoral or anything. Besides, he really did want a dog. If Mahogany could harness this ability it would have made things easier. They could have gone into town together and people wouldn’t have been afraid. Not to mention that Rhys was less likely to get pestered with a big dog hanging around him. He only hoped that they could figure out how to turn back. Rhys didn’t want them to be a dog forever and he didn’t even know if it was normal for a Jötun to have been able to do this. Rhys laughed a little at their response and then grunted when they shoved him against a wall. That had probably been an accident, so he wasn’t particularly upset or startled by it. Mahogany probably wasn’t used to trying to balance on legs shaped like that. Though what happened next was a little startling, and maybe a bit gross. He grunted again as strange, short fingers wiggled against him but it seemed as if Mahogany was otherwise unable to retake their normal form. He didn’t want to laugh, but the sensation and the thought of the strange little fingers on paws was highly amusing. Okay. That was fine. They’d just have to figure this out and it would probably take a bit of trial and error. ”Hey. Hey,” he soothed and lightly scratched under their chin. ”Don’t be sad, yea? Yer gonna get it, jus’ don’t force it. Don’t give up, eit'er, but it’s jus’ gonna make yeh feel bad if yeh try to force yerself to go back. Yer smart an’ yer magic is strong, yer gonna figure it out.” Rhys knew for a fact that they would. It just might take a while, and until then he could support them and bring them food. The form was smaller so maybe they would eat a little less than usual… he hoped.

#blind-mutant #RP #puphogany #the monster of forgotten midnights (mahogany) #djjzkzkz #lil worm paws... #figured rhys and magni could go search a libary or smth the next day??

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Even though Sal couldn't smell Toad - his sense of smell had never been that great - Sal still made sure to wrinkle his face, eyes glowing to still make himself not seem small. He'd spent enough of his life being made to feel small.

"Yeah? Well what a shock, a bunch of Earthlings think they have the answers to everything," He couldn't help but laugh, anything to get rid of the hot anger and bitterness at the fact that Mattie had so easily replaced Sal. He left her, he knew he made that choice, and if Sal was fully honest with himself, it was a bad choice.

Leaving Mattie had seemed like the best choice, with Sal not wanting to see what the other Aspheranes would end up doing to her. A human wouldn't survive in the world they were making, why would Mattie be an exception? In the end, Sal had figured that she'd be better off without him, Mattie knew how to make her way with other people, she would be fine. Better than whatever Sal's people would want to do to her.

But for now, the hybrid scoffed and raised an eyebrow, glaring towards that ugly green skin, "Pretty funny that the fuckin' French girl is into the frog. If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone was getting eaten in his near future." Easier said than doing or saying anything that would show how bitter he really felt. Any weakness that Sal showed would just get picked out by them and shoved back into his face. "Well fuck you both! I hope whatever you're both wishin' for goes wrong, it's all you deserve....it's all any of us deserve."

It's what he deserved.

He didn't focus on anything else after that, just kept his head down and tried to sleep as the days passed. Being cut off from the open night after so long of being exposed didn't help, making Sal...woozy in his head and helping him doze off more. Anything else around him became a low blur as he slept, unaware of anything else...

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"(Tierra,)" Perigee darkened in light, and she glanced over at it, distaste flickering across her matter, "(We have a situation.)"

Her colleague came up next to her, tilting it's head down at the message, "(And why would we want to see the Earthlings? They offer nothing but useless tricks, Perigee.)"

"(Because,)" The purple Ashperane chittered, rubbing a hand into her matter, frowning and alerting a search team, "(They have my child. We will need to see what they want. And what Salvador has done now.)"

“☢️” For Sal

@awkward-snake-girl

Well, Sal would have never guessed that when his mother left him all those years ago that she’d eventually come back, with an army to boot. It’d been the biggest shock to find out that what was apparently such a peaceful planet could turn incredibly violent when thousands of his people were faced with light pollution.

The attack was quick and violent, fire being sprayed everywhere and countless Earthlings were being slaughtered just for eternal darkness to take its hold back on the planet. Sal counted himself lucky to be spared, mostly because his mom seemed to be happy to try and have a reunion along with the fact that his alien form came in real handy. Within a few years everything had changed, most of the cities had been moved to the sky, being held up by shadowy patterns with only a few human holding towns being placed on the ground.

He was living a pretty good life now, more relaxed and spaced out since he didn’t have to worry about being polluted. Stella and Mal were expecting him over since Mom had taken up a love of those human game nights. He didn’t even notice the net until he smacked into a rock and rolled on the ground.

“What the fuck?” The alien exclaimed and began to struggle, not noticing the girl that was coming up behind him until Sal was pulled up by the front of the net and came face with very familiar golden eyes. “Oh.” Sal blinked and smiled, seemingly calmed within a few moments. “Mattie? Not gonna lie, I figured that you kinda died Almond eyes.” He gestured down at the net, still putting on what he hoped was a cute smile since his people mostly communicated with sounds and didn’t have mouths really.

“Mind letting me out? I’m sure you’ll catch dinner soon but I don’t think I’m ready to be your snacc just yet.”

#awkward-snake-girl #RP #what lies beneath the starry sky #lost lights verse #'i'm sorry this is late' jane says to me. months later after i need to write this shdhdhd #we could do a timeskip if u want? to the aliens arriving? or maybe a chat with mattie and sal before it happens?? #feel free to chat with me in messages about it!

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If anyone asked, Sal would have just said something about how he liked Rhys more than anyone else, but it would be a poor excuse. No one else had Sal looking over gifts, squinting and actually trying to make sure that they had good quality. He wasn't used to doing anything like this and frankly, Sal didn't think he was that cut out for giving gifts, but Rhys had made him want to at least try.

Music had seemed like the best way to go honestly. He didn't fully know what Rhys would and wouldn't eat, films and books were a no-go, he didn't fully know if Rhys listened to any podcasts and what he'd like. Everything had left Sal rather stumped until he'd passed the music shop and spotted the array of instruments inside.

It occured to him then, that Rhys liked music, that this could be something Sal could do. He didn't know the details of instruments, but he knew which one Rhys preferred, knew when a guitar both looked good and worked well. One advantage to his race was that Sal could hear the differences of a good guitar and a bad one with ease.

"Well...I pay attention to the things I like, alright?" He glanced away, face heated at the nickname and the way Rhys's tone was practically dripping with affection. It made the hybrid shiver with a low sense of flustered delight, to know that it was him who made Rhys happy. He was the only one who really ever thought about Sal in a way that no one else had before, he cared and he did things that Sal had never...felt from other people.

He wanted to keep it as close as he could.

When Rhys started to play though, the smaller man perked. His eyes expanded as Sal titled his head, mesmerized by the sound of the music already. Even if he didn't think Rhys was better than every musician ever just by facts, the pale man still had a way with his hands that captured Sal's attention and soon had him swaying to the music. Every thrum he could feel in his chest, a point of just being here, hearing strings get plucked along with the thumping of Rhys's heartbeat, a sound Sal knew off by heart and as well as his own.

When the other man finished playing, Sal tilted his head, blinking and shaking away the fluff in his head before speaking, "So...how'd you learn how to play so good?"

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Rhys wasn’t entirely wrong for guessing that Sal might have been too selfish to get him something. He wasn’t good with other people at certain times, not when it really mattered like it often did with Rhys. Sal had figured that the guitar would be good, something for Rhys to enjoy and really have as his own and something that would let the taller man enjoy himself as well as working as an outlet. 

God knew that Sal often needed a physical outlet at times and sex didn’t always cut it. Sometimes the smaller man felt like everything of him, his cracks, his horrible scar up his chest and the way his skin felt like it would thrum at times, itching for Sal to do something with his body when he felt like he had been sitting for too long or if the thoughts in his head felt like too much to manage. Dancing and doing yoga was good enough for him but it wouldn’t always do the same stuff for Rhys so getting a guitar, an expression that was more personal to the pale man. 

Rhys could use the guitar to relax or work out any stress or upsetting thoughts, Sal wasn’t sure, but he hoped that the gift was good. His foot tapped repeatedly against the chair he was sitting in while his hand came to scratch lightly at the top of his scar. It was probably easy to tell that Sal was nervous over the gift and why wouldn’t he be? Rhys was very important to him and if he didn’t like this, if it wasn’t as good as the smaller man hoped it would be, then Sal would have been crushed. It was embarrassing to even think that, but it was true. 

He wanted Rhys to like this. At least one genuine act from Sal in his life to make the other man happy. 

Once Rhys said he loved it though (loved it!), tension immediately slipped out of Sal’s body as he relaxed more against the chair. Rhys liked it and already the hybrid was buzzing gently at the sound of excited joy in the other man’s voice. He had made sure that the guitar was of good quality and would play well and it was one of the first few times where he was glad that alien hearing came in handy when he needed to ensure that the sound quality was just as good. He didn’t want to give the other man a pretty guitar that sounded piss poor after all. 

“I’m- I’m glad.” Sal shrugged and glanced away, his buzzing still coming forth gently. “Figured it’d suit you since I always see ya look more pleased at guitar shit when it comes up so…wanted to make it better when you finally had your own one.” Oh god, it wasn’t much or anything bad, but a sort of guilt still tightened in his stomach at the idea of him basically telling Rhys he couldn’t play what he wanted to right after giving him it. It made the smaller man quickly backtrack in panic. 

“I mean, y’know what I’m like with music an’ strings are t’worse at times,” They plucked and something in Sal melted at them. “An’ you like guitars and I- I don’t want your first song you play t’be ruined ‘cause my stupid biology can’t help but react.” There, he said it. Rhys loved it clearly and Sal didn’t want his dick to ruin that moment of pure happiness. It did something to the taller man and in turn it did something to Sal where it became harder to breathe and all he wanted to do was buzz and stare at the other man.

“If you…really wanna play, then…just pick something that ain’t too slow at least, Moonie.”

Sal wasn’t alone in sometimes being selfish – or being bad with people – not by a long-shot. It was just that Rhys was a hopeless romantic, and he knew very well that Sal was not. Their relationship was written off as ‘fuck-buddies’ no matter how Rhys felt for Sal. And that was fine. Really it was. It just meant that Rhys hadn’t expected a gift, especially not something so goddamn special. God, Rhys had missed playing the guitar. It had always been an outlet for him, like Sal assumed, and it was nice to have a guitar again. Especially a nice one. An expensive one… Although he knew better than to ask Sal how much this had cost. Well, it didn’t matter anyhow. Rhys would have been sure to pay it back in one way or another. He did always love to spoil Sal when he was able to. Rhys smiled when he sensed the strange tension leave Sal. The hybrid still seemed unaware of just how much Rhys was able to sense, but he was fairly able to feel how tight Sal had held himself. How Sal could have thought Rhys wouldn’t have liked the gift was beyond him. He loved it. He loved most everything Sal gave him, but this really was above and beyond most things that Sal gave him. He felt so fucking lucky to have someone like Sal in his life. Even without the (absolutely gorgeous) guitar, Rhys felt more fulfilled with the smaller man around. Not that he’d share that with love-shy Sal. ”Yeh really t'ought of everyt'ing didn’t yeh, baby? Didn’t realise my adoration of t’ instrument was quite so obvious,” he chuckled and tilted his head slightly. Rhys knew there was a bit of a but in there. He was aware of Sal’s… problem with music. He knew what it did to the smaller man. Rhys made a sound of understanding. He wanted Sal to know that he wasn’t going to take advantage of the gift like that, even if an uncontrollably horny Sal did speak to his own instincts in a way that was tempting. Rhys was better than that, though. He’d never put Sal in a state where he was beyond proper consent. That would have been terrible of him. Rhys knew how that shit felt, anyhow. ”Well, y'know me, Starshine. When am I ever into t’ slow shite?” Although he did enjoy a nice slow ballad sometimes, Rhys was quite a fan of rock 'n roll and heavy metal. A vast majority of that wasn’t really slow, save for certain sorts of songs. He’d just have to think of something to play that was decently fast. Although it was a shame that he really would have liked to serenade Sal right then. Maybe some other time, when Sal asked him for it. He thought for a moment before he began to hum along to a tune in his head – 'I Wanna be Sedated’ by the Ramones – and he strummed to the fast notes that came to him. All the while he managed to sing along to it as well. Lucky for him that he had a good memory for songs he liked. It wasn’t the hardest music that he indulged in, but it was fast and sounded fairly decent even in acoustic as long as he didn’t fuck it up.

#blind-mutant #RP #the living stardust (sal) #Christmastime sendredes

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#art #riding the wild winds (wulf) #she was a rose with soft thorns (edith) #....i forgot everyone else's tags

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Since Makowka's piccrew updated, I decided to re-do some old shoots of the kids!

Part two coming in a sec!

#art #the leather bound angel (ava) #ocean powerhouse (mimi) #he has a heart made of cotton (finn) #the monster of forgotten midnights (mahogany) #he speaks of holy fates (pascal) #the living stardust (sal) #decided that finn has vitiligo now cause. rabbits often have those patches shshsh

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Pascal didn't think that Rhys's aging was messes up. It wouldn't make any sense to suddenly age him as well. As far as Pascal this seemed to be a relatively easy enough body transformation...even though nearly nothing about this was "easy".

Either way, if Rhys was stuck like this for a longer time, Pascal certainly intended on figuring out ways to treat him as much as a person during this time. Rhys had already been treated as less than human during his years at that awful building. Pascal would do anything to give Rhys even the slightest dignity, and he'd have to think over the kinds of things he could make better for someone who was turned into a dog.

Once Rhys barked, Pascal couched and slowly lifted his boyfriend, placing a gentle kiss at the centre of his forehead while he was at it before moving Rhys to the island counter in the kitchen.

"Right, well...I think something to eat should help us first," Pascal muttered. What could he pick for a dog that would make him feel more like a person? There was nothing he could make long term wise since they needed to get going soon...

Five minutes later, Pascal had set down a small plate with cuts off meat and cheese, joined with a human bowl of water while Pascal had the same, but with a human glass of apple juice because water was for losers and beloved boyfriends who currently couldn't consume anything else safely and probably didn't want the milk for puppies...probably.

Of course, not all things could go so well. As soon as Pascal had set the dish down, a gentle pat to Rhys and letting him know what there was to eat before Korra padded out, eager to see what Daddy had made to eat-

But oh! Oh! A fiend was there! Taking her Daddy's love and attention and her food!

This would not stand.

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He hoped that there was a way to fix things, God, Pascal hoped it so much. Rhys was stuck in  a body that wasn’t his own and worse than that; it was a body that limited him. Rhys couldn’t talk back and it seemed that his shadows weren’t functional in this form. He was stuck as a small dog and if he couldn’t get out of this form - if Pascal failed to fix him- then he would live his life like that. Trapped and left to die like a dog. 

Guilt tightened around Pascal’s chest and lungs, squeezing as the seer bit down on his cheek a bit too hard. His free hand clutched at his shirt, squeezing before it let go and he slowly reached out to run a hand across Rhys’s head, curling and giving a gentle scratch, just like Korra liked it. More guilt swam up at petting the love of his life like the animal he now resembled, but a part of Pascal hoped that maybe the touch would help soothe some of his panic, make this situation the tiniest bit better. 

He couldn’t feel guilty right now. Rhys needed him and needed love and care and the warmth that he always pressed into when he was human and Pascal needed to ensure Rhys got it. 

“You’ll be okay,” He sighed and gave a small smile as he felt the vibration of a wagging tail. “Yeah, we’re going to get you fixed right up and then I’m gonna kiss you and when it’s all put behind us, I’m gonna say sorry every day and make jokes about taking petplay a little too literal.” Rhys would be back to normal and he would be fine and Pascal would spoil him and burn the damn book that did this, rip his bandages off and let everything that hurt Rhys sear away. 

“I’m going to lift you now, is that okay? Bark if it is.” The seer didn’t want to scare him and if Rhys wanted to bite Pascal’s arm to get down, he was fine with that. “And I’ll get you something to eat and drink - with a cereal bowl instead of the pets’ one, alright?” His fingers tickled Rhys’s chin and even with how he felt right now, Pascal couldn’t deny the fact that Rhys was adorable and made Pascal eager to hold him. “Maybe…maybe we could stop at my side gig and see if anything could help there, yeah?” 

It wasn’t a good plan, but at least it was something. 

Pascal would fix Rhys. He would fix the other man and Rhys would be safe and normal again and maybe Rhys would forgive him for this mistake. 

Rhys was tentatively hopeful. There was often a way to fix things. Surely, with something like this, it was reversible. He really didn’t wish to be a dog for the rest of his life, even if Pascal was just about the best person he could have been with while stuck like this. However, the idea of – likely – living a shorter life and having to eat dog food sounded terrible. He didn’t want to eat dog food and he didn’t want to live only another fifteen years or so. Or… was he already an old dog, since he was over twenty already? He didn’t feel old. He felt about the same as ever, so the ageing probably started from when he became a dog. Hell, maybe this was more like a curse of immortality and strange form. Well, wouldn’t that have just sucked? A little sigh escaped him as he felt Pascal scratch his head. It felt nice. It really did. Rhys just felt a bit torn between the lovely sensation and the fact that he was very much being petted like a dog. How was he supposed to feel about it? He liked it, but it was… Frustrating? Degrading? Comforting? All of the above, really. He would have preferred to have his long hair back so that Pascal could run his fingers through it, instead. While he was at it, Rhys would have preferred his human body back too. Just hoping for it really didn’t do much, though. Even Pascal’s comforting words didn’t really do much. Although, they did calm Rhys and he just hoped that Pascal was right. He looked forward to Pascal’s terrible jokes for when he was back to his normal self again. Rhys barked to signal that it was fine for Pascal to lift him, and he would have laughed at how ridiculous his little bark sounded if he could have. His tail wagged again when Pascal mentioned allowing him to eat out of a cereal bowl. Thank the stars! Rhys had really dreaded the idea of eating out of a dog bowl. Nothing against Korra – who he certainly allowed to lick is hands and maybe his face every once in a while – but the idea of sharing a bowl with an animal that licked their own butt was a little too much. Wait. He… he wouldn’t have to lick his own butt, would he? God, this was humiliating. He hoped Pascal wouldn’t mind bathing him semi-frequently, because Rhys really didn’t want to have to clean himself like that. He barked again, softly, to indicate that he was fine with Pascal’s decision to take him to his ‘side-gig’ too. There were tools for caring for animals there, so why not? It was as good idea as any.

#blind-mutant #RP #he speaks of holy fates (pascal) #dog days #is rhys about to get yelled at by a weenie golden retriever yes he is #note: Korra is also a big weenie crybaby like pascal

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seafoam 🌊

wallpaper set  //  prints

#aesthetic #he has a heart made of cotton (finn)

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#ocean powerhouse (mimi)

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bunny and the new moon ♡

by shirley kite

#aesthetic #he has a heart made of cotton (finn) #she was a rose with soft thorns (edith) #the monster of forgotten midnights (mahogany)