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nyxwritesstuff19 · 6 months

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Things People Say

“Bollocks.” Crowley cursed under his breath, searching his pockets again. He could very well miracle up another, but he had that specific bag specifically miracled almost twenty minutes ago to feed these specific ducks specifically and his brain had said specific too many times it was developing a lisp to his own ears.

A duck quacked loudly at his feet and he narrowed his eyes at it. “In case it escaped your birdbrain, I don’t have any bloody food.”

The duck only glared back at him and he engaged in the stare down until quiet giggles caught his attention. He turned to bright eyes sparkling with amusement. They were sat on the ground with a blanket rumpled up beneath them and a flock of ducks all nesting themselves in the wrinkles and pecking at the fabric.

“I don’t think they speak English, I’m afraid.” they said, grinning. “You can sit if you want, though.”

Crowley glanced over them consideringly before eyeing their little set up. It was difficult to maintain his swaying hips picking through the hoard of birds but he made it to a clear spot beside them, sitting with a soft huff.

Nearer now, he spied the small green peas where he thought the ducks had been pulling at the blanket and smiled to himself.

“You don’t feed ‘em bread either?” he asked casually, relaxing back under the weak sunshine.

They shook their head, showing off the bag of peas in their hand. “This is better for them. They seem to like it too, which is a bonus.”

“Why can’t ducks eat bread?” He wondered, watching another one waddling up to join them.

They let him take some peas to feed it, humming consideringly before they answered. “Apparently, it’s about nutrition. There isn’t much in bread they benefit from, and it fills them up so they don’t eat the good stuff.” They scrunched their brows, looking up at the sky while they thought over their words. “It’s kind of like how you fill a cup full of ping pong balls and then sand. If you put the sand in first, you won’t get as many ping pong balls in. They need their ping pong balls first and their sand afterwards- if they still want it.”

“Sand and ping pong balls? That’s a new one.” he smirked, amused.

They flushed and shrugged their shoulders. “Weird, I know.”

“Makes sense at least.” Crowley said, giving the ducks another round of peas. “Beats half the sayings humans have come up with over the years.”

“They’ve all changed so much, though. And people don’t even remember the original saying, twisting it to fit them instead.” They commented, ignoring Crowley's wince at the slip up. “Like that whole ‘blood is thicker than water’ schtick.”

“That’s not the original?” He asked, furrowing his brow. He’d heard it over the millennia but he couldn’t pinpoint an origin.

They nodded, shifting to face him better where they sat criss cross. “The original was ‘the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’ meaning the complete opposite of what people use it for today.”

Crowley hummed thoughtfully, glancing back over to them, “You know any others? The original ones I mean.”

“Yeah, a few. Like ‘Jack of all trades but master of none.’ also has ‘but better than master of one’.” They continued only to smile down at a little duck insistently asking for some pets. “Another one would be curiosity killed the cat, it’s more commonly known that satisfaction brought it back. And ‘early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.’”

“Bit morbid.” Crowley mused, scrunching his nose.

Another giggle escaped their lips and his gaze was drawn back to their face, eyes pinched in the corners from their smile.

“Maybe a bit, but it’s still technically true.” They conceded.

Crowley smiled and their conversation continued with ease.

Hours stretched, ducks came and went, and they both only thought to come back down to Earth when the peas were all gone and the ducks had all waddled back to the water.

“Guess we should go.” They murmured, fiddling with a fold of the blanket.

Crowley made a noise of agreement, trying not to acknowledge the fact he wasn’t at all prepared to let them go and lose their company.

“Will you be back here, by any chance?” He asked quietly, almost hoping they hadn’t heard it as he helped them fold up the blanket.

They flashed him a small smile, hugging the plush square to their chest. “Yeah, I can be.”

“Tomorrow, perhaps?” Crowley grinned hopefully.

“Tomorrow.” They agreed, reaching out and giving his bicep a warm squeeze before they slipped past.

Crowley looked out over the pond, emotions swirling and fluttering in his chest, making his lips smile wide and already yearning for tomorrow to get to him already.

#fanfic #good omens #crowley x reader #reader insert #ducks #crowley good omens #crowley loves ducks

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mythicandco · 3 years

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It would be cool if we could see Hunters reactions to Philip more from Hunter's pov!

So. Belos had a new pair of prisoners.

And he'd asked exclusively for Hunter not to see them.

Normally the Golden Guard would've avoided the newcomers, and probably wouldn't have even known about them until Belos spoke to him about it. But rumors were spreading like wildfire that they were humans, and, well, curiosity might've killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Hunter knew this was a Bad Idea. If Belos found out he'd probably be in his room for a week afterwards, nursing whatever fresh wounds he'd be sure to receive. And for good reason - the emperor told him specifically not to see the prisoners. But... a little peek couldn't hurt. Right?

So, after dark when the castle halls were mainly empty, Hunter sneaked out of his room and to where the new prisoners were being held. It wasn't a jail cell, per se - more like a small room with guards standing outside. Hunter had often utilized this room to hide his books on wild magic, but since his duties as the Golden Guard had stepped up he'd had less and less time to learn. It had two simple beds, a long window that stretched across the far wall, and a couple of bookshelves. Nothing fancy.

Rascal (the bird had recently insisted he chose a new name for them, and he went with the first thing that came to mind) chirped at him quietly from inside his hood, and he hushed the palisman as he approached the guards. He'd been given a new mask recently, so he didn't have to worry about the sort of mix-up that had happened in Latissa.

At first Hunter was sure they were going to call him out, but when he leaned closer, he could hear both of them snoring quietly. Unsurprisingly, both of the guards were asleep on their feet. He shook his head but was also thankful as he pushed open the door to the room as quietly as he could.

The two men inside looked up as he walked in. They seemed to be crouched around an open book, and stiffened as he approached. The first thing Hunter noticed was their ears; small and round, so they were human. Luz would be so surprised. That begged the question of how they got here.

The second thing Hunter noticed caused the kid to do a double-take; the taller human had the same eye shape, same nose, and same hair as the young witch. But that was impossible, because Belos said that Hunter's parents had died...

Hunter's attention turned to the second one, who was significantly shorter than his brother(? Were they brothers? They looked similar enough to be brothers), and his disbelief only quintupled, and was then replaced by a sharp spike of fear (Why did I think of the word spike why did I think of the word spike-?).

Hunter, as far as he could tell, had found himself staring at an older version of himself, and a younger version of Belos.

"Are you here to interrogate us?" the Belos lookalike asked, with a voice so similar to the emperor's it made Hunter's head start to hurt.

"We already told the last guards who came in here that it was an accident," Hunter's lookalike added with a grumble. "If we could get sent back to our time, that'd be great, thanks."

Hunter found himself rooted to the spot. This was - this was not right. The puzzle pieces that had been arranged so delicately in his mind reshuffled, and these two humans didn't fit anywhere.

"Who are you?" Hunter managed finally. Better than standing here in silence.

"Edward and Philip Wittebane," the taller, Hunter-looking human replied, motioning to himself and then his brother. Another piece clicked, albeit uncomfortably, in Hunter's brain.

One of the plentiful benefits of being Emperor Belos' right-hand man was the unlimited access to the Forbidden Stacks in the Bonesborough Library. He'd read Philip Wittebane's diary once, and found it extremely interesting. There had been a human on the Boiling Isles! He knew bits of trash fell through the rifts between realms, but living humans? It was so fascinating to Hunter when he was younger.

So Philip looked a lot like a younger version of Belos. Surely that didn't mean anything, even if Belos was human - what did it matter? He was still preparing the Isles for the Day of Unity and could preform magic with the help of palismen essence.

He'd still taken Hunter in.

But if Philip had a brother - one that he never even mentioned in his diary - then that threw things for a loop. Because Belos certainly didn't have a brother. Edward had most likely died back in the, what, 1600s? That also didn't mean anything, Hunter tried to convince himself. We probably look alike because I'm his descendant. I'm probably magicless because I'm descended from a human. It still doesn't mean anything.

So why does seeing these two surprise me so much?

"Well?" Bel- Philip asked, startling Hunter from his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"We introduced ourselves. You going to tell us your name?"

Before he could stop himself, it was already out of his mouth. "Hunter."

"Hah!" Edward grinned at his brother in triumph. "I told you I wasn't the only one with a name idea like that. See? Hunter is a great name."

"That is still up for discussion," retorted Philip. "I bet whoever named him was about as sane in the head as you are."

"That's something coming from you," Edward affectionately shoved his younger brother in the arm. Hunter assumed Philip was the younger of the two, anyways, seeing as he was a head shorter than his sibling.

Suddenly Rascal let out a series of frantic chirping noises and shot out of Hunter's hood, knocking off his mask. He let out a yelp and grabbed the golden piece of metal before it hit the ground and undoubtedly wake up the guards with a loud metallic clank.

The red bird paid him no notice and instead flitted around Edward's head, tweeting and chittering like mad. Hunter caught something like "You're ALIVE? Are you okay? How are you here? Did he hurt you? Is Cuddles here? When I get my-"

Both brothers stared at the bird as it came to rest on top of Edward's head. Hunter felt a flare of jealousy for some reason. Then two pairs of eyes turned to the young witch, and he quickly put his mask back on.

"Something weird is definitely going on," Edward said, rubbing Rascal's chin. Philip nodded, then stared at Hunter with those grey-blue eyes that were only supposed to be attached to Belos.

"Hunter..." he hesitated, but quickly regained his confidence, "this is probably really stupid coming from me. But can you help us get out of here?"

#asks #the owl house #hunter toh #the golden guard #emperor belos #toh fanfiction #the owl house au #fanficiton #lil rascal #alternate universe #past to future au

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goodestboyryuji · 7 years

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Phantom thieves and hogwarts houses GO

YOU JUST MADE MY DAY. HERE WE GO FAM (I’m not finished with the game so since I don’t know much about Haru we’re just gonna go through Futaba)

Starting with my best boy Ryuji Sakamoto IS A HUFFLEPUFF AND THERE IS NO ARGUMENT AGAINST IT. I will accept that Ryuji has Gryffindor qualities (bravery, not afraid of confrontation, risk-taker, etc) but that boy is NOTHING if not LOYAL. Ryuji is sunlight incarnate I will accept no other metaphor. He cares about literally everyone before he cares about himself. He literally offers to be beat up if it would make his old team feel better (pls). He is relationship-driven and his risk-taking behaviors, his confrontations, his passion for justice all come from helping out someone else. Definitely the kinda dude that would consider the house elves in a dire situation. He’s so aggressively selfless that it’s almost like “pls care about yourself first just once.” Ryuji time and time again puts other people before his personal needs and safety without a single second of hesitation. He just DOES it. And he’ll do it fifty times if you need him to. If you call him at 3am crying he’s showing up in your room, sneaking you into the Hufflepuff common room for snacks. If you don’t have a pencil in class, he’s giving you his without mentioning it’s his only one (s’not like he was gonna do nothin’ with it anyway). You about to head into a fight he’s got no stake in? Doesn’t matter, he’s got your back. He once punched a student for making snide comments about another student’s sexuality and he has no ragrets about it. A blushin’ fool whenever someone is tender towards him cause he’s so busy being that/doing that to everyone else he doesn’t think about being on the receiving end. He’s just happy to make someone else smile, ya know? HE IS KIND. HE IS TRUE. HE IS A HUFFLEPUFF.

Akira Kurusu is 3000% a Slytherin. Dark, mysterious, smug ass mofo. A leader of his in-group (teenagers being the in-group, adults being the out-group) and thus inclusive in the sense that anyone who joins the cause can be a Phantom Thief. Where a Hufflepuff (Ryuji) might do anything for anyone they care about impulsively, a Slytherin pauses for a second, calculating–instead of diving headfirst to save Ryuji in the first palace and ending up with nothing, he hesitates and that’s when Aresene is like “so u gonna let the boy die??” and akira is like “no gimme a second there’s a fucking mask on my face.” His persona is all about MAGIC and DARKNESS if that’s not obvious enough for ya. This boy is snakey sneaky, all cunning eyes and cocky smiles and deep, mocking laughs. He knows he’s powerful and he’s not afraid to show you that he knows it. What’s wrong with knowing your own strength? Let’s not forget he is a master of interrogation. The ultimate trickster, he’s not above pulling dumb pranks on you and blaming it on a Gryffindor for its lack of complexity. He a good dude, tho, because obviously Slytherins aren’t bad. He gives his plant nutrients to make it stronger bc he likes building something up to be more than it started (most ppl would just water it but aiight dude). He’ll casually walk up behind you while you’re getting bullied, sling his arm around your shoulders, and be like “something the matter?” Totally threatening without a single verbal threat. Secretly loves bubble baths, will give you a scathing look if you even try to tease him about it tho.

Ann Takamaki, Gryffindor extraordinaire. She starts out kinda timid but she’s actually daring af. She keeps a relationship with Kamoshida who is the worst man alive just for her friend’s sake, but she also isn’t afraid to ignore Kamoshida’s calls (hesitant =/= afraid, ok). Fiery af, Ann is liable to go off on you at any time for a bunch of really good reasons (and some just ok). Ryuji, stop being a dick. Akira, enough brooding. Morgana, shut up for once. Just as spirited as Ryuji, but his light is like warmth and hers is like scorching. Like…literally, her specialty is fire these things write themselves i swear to god. Extremely passionate, especially for the things she believes in like The Phantom Thieves, Shiho (obviously), and giving people courage to stand up for themselves. She really wants to prove herself, seen esp in her social link, and be strong for herself and others. She’s headstrong, kind to the little guy, scathing to the big guy. She’s incredibly competitive and gets into eating contests all the time in the Gryf common room (she also wins every time, especially if the food of choice is crepes). She knows she is beautiful, and is thus confident, but avoids being vain by reminding herself how each person she comes across is also beautiful (”pretty eyes, biggest heart”). Feeling insecure? Call Ann, she’ll hype you up in under ten seconds. Spend an hour with her in a crowded room and you’ll swear it was just you two the whole time. Ann is giving, courageous, and ready to fly off the handle if need be.

Yusuke Kitagawa, my darling painter boy, is a Ravenclaw. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back!!!!! Yusuke is a Ravenclaw through and through. He wants to know more, wants to expand his understanding. He’s not afraid of doing whatever it takes to achieve these things: he’ll spend hours watching the river, waiting for something to come to him, or he’ll awkwardly approach a couple in love and ask them what their love life is like (he needs to know for a painting ok it’s not a sexual thing). He is elegant and fluid and his definition of “the finer things in life” EDIT i’m dying i accidentally wrote “finger things in life” the first time depends on how much he knows about it and how much value he sees in it (for example, a cup of coffee brewed by Akira is one of the most delicious things he’s ever known, much finer than any rich person food, purely for the effort it takes to think of the beans, to make sure the water is the right temperature, etc). Gets lost in his head all the time. Has an understated air of haughty in certain situations, like he’s fully aware he’s better than u but only mentions it to remind you when it seems you’ve forgotten. Uses way too many words to describe a sneeze just because he can. Yusuke doesn’t give a shit who you are: if you came out to him, he’d nod solemnly and then ask if he could interpret your emotions into an abstract painting (that he would then gift to you, of course). He’d ask you on museum dates, historical bus tour dates (why yusuke why), planetarium dates *cough*, even if things between you two were totally platonic. He just likes discovering, especially with someone he can bounce ideas off of.

Makoto Nijima is, brace yourself, a Gryffindor. WHAT. yes. trust. Dis girl is POWERFUL. And you can be Ravenclaw and powerful too, no doubts about it, but just because she’s top of her class doesn’t mean she’s Ravenclaw. She studies cause she’s competitive. She’s student council president because she likes the status, the power associated with it (power to protect, to serve, not corrupt power). Makoto is also fiery like Ann, but in a different way. She doesn’t fly off the handle like Ann can; Makoto calculates first, strategizes, and then fuckin’ GOES FOR THE KILL. She’s a headshot kinda girl–take em out simply, easily, quickly (metaphorically speaking obvs she doesn’t go around killing ppl). Queen is a very apt codename because Makoto’s path is a fiery blaze of ambition and strength. She’s gonna get what she wants because she’s been working very hard for it and don’t u take that away from her u piece of shit. She’s not terribly confident though, and this sometimes makes her feel uncomfortable in the Gryf common room when everyone is talking about their achievements. She’d rather just show than tell. Not really a master of stealth (lol), Makoto is your big sister in the hallways always looking out for you. If someone breaks your heart she will literally punch them in the face (and apologize profusely afterwards, but you know she’s secretly p pleased with herself). She likes learning new things about the world, always turns it into a competition with you even if it pushes her boundaries (you two went to a strip club once and even though you put a dollar on the stage, she one-upped you by putting it in a thong, face blushing so hard but determined to overcome). Her drive and determination are her biggest, most redeemable, wonderful qualities. The rest is just the happy byproduct.

Snarky is as Slytherin does for Futaba Sakura. This girl is a nightmare in all the best ways. Somehow she figures out your weakness just by looking at you and has the ability to absolutely destroy you in just a few words. What she doesn’t show is the literal hours of research she did on you beforehand: she bugged your robe, your wand, set up a camera in your common room…a girl’s gotta have intel, alright? Futaba is an actual mastermind of everything, but the Hat settled on Slytherin because of how Futaba intended to utilize such knowledge. She doesn’t love it for the sake of knowing it, she loves it for what power it gives her. Futuba loves the upper hand and having full view of the whole picture, so Slytherin’s innate ability to lead a situation and turn tables was a huge calling point for her. If Akira is the dark mysterious Slytherin, Futaba is the loud and out of control Slytherin who nobody messes with because she’s got dirt on everyone and the means to release it widely. She prefers to stay in her room than gather with her house or other classmates, often completing assignments from there, but no one minds because it’s not like she’s really gone. She conjures up stand ins for her and speaks through them, engaging without really engaging. Watch out for when Akira and Futaba team up tho–they’re the Slytherin version of Fred and George, conniving and ruthless when it comes to playing tricks on you. Like Akira, she’s still a good girl: she understands anxiety better than anyone and is well known for comforting students who fall into a panic attack. She struggles with social situations sometimes and no one makes mention of it, this time not because they’re afraid of her but because they care about her and they know she’d never cross a line with them, so why cross one with her? She just likes to wield information like a weapon. That’s all. >:)

I forgot Morgana lmao so you can find that here

#persona 5 #p5 #ryuji sakamoto #akira kusuru #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #MY BBS #love putting them into hogwarts houses #u can fight me on all of these idc #actually i do care i would love to hear your thoughts #esp if you think differently #but this just feels RIGHT to me

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