Reader calling Darling, baby bird, that is all
How much longer do I have to be here?
It's too bright...
There's too much space in this room.
I want to go home.... Is there even have one for me anymore?
"Care for some more water, baby bird?"
The glass slips from their fingers. An apology sits on their tongue as their lips form a different syllable. "What......"
You tip th water bottle in your hand. "You were out of water so I got you some, remember? You take such tiny sips you look like a cute little bird....." The bottle joins the cup on the floor as you reach out to them; restraining yourself from touching their face by holding their healed arm. "I'm so sorry - is it okay to call you that? I didn't mean to upset you."
Five minutes.... That's all the time it took for their world to crumple around them. The room lights weren't so harsh when those eyes radiating with understanding and concern drowned them out. It was suffocating have you over them, but not in the same way it's been with others. Drowning them in your warm to an acceptable degree - just like the blanket they stole and hid under their bed many winters ago to prevent anyone from taking it away. They've never heard a nickname they've been fond of either.
It's always been Sweetheart, Worthless, Angel. Mistake. darling-
Darling touches their cheek. Their fingers used so thin they couldn't recognize their own hands, til you began sneaking them meals. Water - but they hadn't a drop in almost an hour. Their throat was exceedingly dry, and they could utter nothing more than a shakey laugh at your ask. Bluebird smiles.
"I'm... great. Never felt better. That nickname... it's nice. Will you call me it more often?"
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Vesuvia Weekly: Animal Shenanigans
(for @vesuviaweekly 's "How things went wrong, featuring the familiars" prompt. Also featuring very sketchy doodles I did while playing DnD)
Chandra and Skye
(Nadia and Chimalus' familiars)
There aren't too many shenanigans as far as those two are concerned.
Chandra took sort of a motherly role to Skye.
And Skye is a very sweet little bluebird... most of the time.
Chandra tries. She really does. But she can't completely keep Skye out of trouble.
When not doing her self-proclaimed duties keeping Chimalus company and sometimes acting as a seeing-eye bird (the scar over Chimalus' eye left them half-blind) Skye loves going Places where Small Birds Should Not Be.
She particularly likes to hide inside teapots.
Especially when said teapot is on the tea tray of anyone unlucky enough to annoy Chimalus.
Chandra will sit by whatever table or shelf said tea set is on and hoot incessantly until someone finds Skye and coaxes her out.
Skye is mildly annoyed by this. But she forgives Chandra every time.
(Now if only Chandra could get it through her head that small birds do not need to eat anything like mice...)
Malak and Oswald
(Julian and Damian's familiars)
Oswald is a little fruit bat, a rescue from the Red Market.
He's very smart and dedicated, a Firm Supporter of everything Damian does.
Malak is... well, Malak. He's the worrywart. But he's doing his best.
Oswald helps Damian with his potions and alchemy projects whenever he can, and it’s adorable and Oswald is very good at it.
Malak has occasionally tried to fetch things for Julian in the same way, but this is a bird who refuses to wash his claws, so Julian won’t have it. It’s unsanitary. (And thank you Brainrot for that amazing headcanon!)
Which inevitably leads to Malak trying to help Damian, which in turn leads to disaster.
Malak does not know what he is doing or what he is grabbing.
And Malak, by nature, is both very suspicious of strange mysterious liquids and distracted by both shiny things and things that smell nice.
Both of which are abundant in Damian’s alchemy work.
So not only does he always fail to grab the wrong thing, but he also drops stuff so he can go inspect The Latest Shiny.
Damian is endlessly patient with him. Oswald is not.
(Malak don't do it don't drop the berries into the potion--)
Julian has needed to clean up after Malak's "help" on more than one occasion.
The most infamous one turned what was supposed to be a burn salve into a pile of stinky orange goo.
It took a while to clean that up. And even longer to cheer up the very remorseful Malak.
Faust and Forge
(Asra and Meleia's familiars)
Forge is an adorable little fennec fox that Meleia rescued during one of her travels with Asra.
He's a shy little guy, and an absolute sweetheart. He doesn't usually get into trouble.
But he does have a "burrow" under Asra and Meleia's bed.
And he loves to hoard blankets to make his burrow more cozy
Faust wholeheartedly encourages this. ("Crimes!")
There was one day when Asra and Meleia found a very fancy blanket in Forge’s nest
Far fancier than anything they owned.
Asra and Meleia had to use magic to find where it actually belonged.
Thankfully the blanket was just from the palace, so they could easily return it
Nadia and Portia ended up gifting the blanket to Forge anyway.
Faust was rather smug about that. The whole mess was her fault and she is very pleased with the outcome.
(No one knows how she managed to steal an entire blanket from the palace in the first place)
Faust: "Teehee!"
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Kintsugi - Bluebird
This post contains spoilers for my Miraculous Ladybug fan fic, Kintsugi - The Beauty in Broken Things on Ao3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/46534516/chapters/117177979
Introducing Bluebird aka Centi Couffaine, heroic wielder of the Peacock Miraculous and Sentimonster (SENTIMAL! ~ Duusu) clone of Ladybug. I drew this over the course of a month from April to May, and have only been able to post it now to avoid giving away plot points until she actually got the Miraculous in the fic, which is in the chapter which went up today.
If you want to know more, you’ll need to read the fic ;)
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Former Darling Yan-
The denial. A Yan who to knows what it's like to be on the receiving end of obsessive love, but just like the monster who's taken everything from them - they can't stay away. A childhood friend darling or maybe an enforcer of the law/a slasher who comes rids then of that shadow hovering over their head. Childhood Darling cuts up fruits for them and visits them every day, detective darling shows up on the TV to be honored for catching another criminal and slasher darling only appears in police sketches that can never get their features right. Maybe they wear a mask. Maybe no one has survived long enough to give a better description. There's still one person who remembers.. How could they ever forget the face of their savior - most notably when they can barely recall anything else.
With their devotion comes immense guilt. They know these feelings are wrong and acting on them will drag you both down, but you're the only peace they've ever known. Everything is so - loud when you're not there. Without the sweet pacifying lull of your voice they can hear it. That little voice in the back of their head that told them how worthless they were without them. Day by day, it came from the radio besides their bed where they laid chained - reminding them of their place now as it did then.
"They won't love you...Not like I did. Nobody could. Sweet darling, won't you come home? It's so lonely in our shallow grave."
They can't go back. They won't. You freed them from that cage and they'll won't let anyone clip their wings again. The only cage they thought of now were the rotting bones of that person and the decrepit heart they could use to speak the volumes of their love. Darling Yan could never subject you to the same torment they went through by kidnapping you or stealing your eye to frame in a jar on their desk, but they do ask you to come to the hospital and take care of them until they are fully recovered. They're too scared of the nurses and everyone else to let them come closer. Other friends, family - they aren't important anymore They beg you be there to catch them fall as they return to walk and re-bandage the bruises around their broken limbs. Rebuild them in your image, for as soon as they're able to spread their wings again - they'll stop at nothing to protect you from the same world that could've save them
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