#all the equality fam

[rinisdrawing]

staying warm 🌟

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #gregory fnaf #fnaf gregory #vanessa fnaf #fnaf vanessa #glamrock freddy #3 star fam my beloveds #felt like drawing my fav found family ever in cozy vibes!! 🫶 #as much as i love the dynamic of these 2 bickering all the time i equally love vanessa taking care of gregory and looking out for him <3 #rin’s artchive

[daedelweiss]

my oldest bro donnie!! he's doing his best 🥺💜✨️ some things about him:

his bo staff has lights that blink whenever his family is in danger or in distress

splinter has a day job so donnie is left to look after his siblings a lot

a little detail about him is that he pulls up his glasses whenever he's focusing/thinking about his family. when they're down, he's on full donnie mode. when his glasses are completely off, it's serious time.

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( 🌿 please do NOT repost, edit, trace, use, and/or sell 🌿 )

#tmnt #my tmnt #tmnt donnie #tmnt raph #tmnt leo #tmnt mikey #tmnt splinter #tmnt fanart #my ert #am i just pouring all my oldest sibling shit onto donnie? we may never know #also this donnie is VERY affectionate towards his fam #and equally as protective #he'll go through hell just to get them out of trouble #bless his lil heart #wanted a very emotional and very loving donnie for my iteration so <3

[qcomicsy]

FAM!!! JUST BECAUSE DICK WANTED THE MAN WHO KILLED HIS PARENTS DEAD DOESN'T NOT MEAN HE WAS A VIOLENT ROBIN!!!!

HAVING ANGER ISSUES DOESN'T MAKE YOU VIOLENT BY DEFAULT

FAM WE WERE JOKING– FAM–

#y'all took the joke and ran with it my god please let's all take a breath #I've seen some answers in my robin joke about violence and people would legit saying dick was way violent than him and I ad to “HOLDON” #FAM PLEASE GOD DO NOT TAKE DICK ROBIN AND RUN WITH THIS NARRATIVE #*holding a megaphone on dicks robin tags* pEOPLE ARE COMPLEX AND HAVE MULTIPLE EMONTIONS AND FACADES OF THEIR CHARACTER RESUMING #SOMEONE IN A CONSTANT CASE OF HAPPINESS OR CONSTANT CASE OF ANGERS IS EQUALLY DEMAGED I'M BEGGING YOU PUT THAT VIOLENT DICK ROBIN DOWN

[splickedylit]

excerpting

Domestic Diplomacy II is turning out to be even more "splickedy gratuitously gets caught in the weeds of xenosociology and alien language barriers, the fic sequel" and tbh I'm not mad about it

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“Oh, your moirail!” says Jade, and bounces upright, ignoring John’s wary little soft human cautionary hiss.  To your vague surprise, she’s apparently learned enough not to do the human holding-out-a-hand gesture they usually do when they’re introduced; she clasps her hands in front of her, nonexistent claws politely folded in, and ducks her head briefly forward and to one side, careful not to jab at him with her nonexistent horns. 

It's a pretty passable greeting—for a social equal, which is its own bizarre issue, considering he’s a highblood.  But relatively non-offensive, for a human, and fortunately for her she’s picked a highblood who isn’t likely to give a shit.  Gamzee laughs out loud and gives his own lazy-ass version of a greeting back, a vague twist of his wrists and dip of his head, condescending to use an equal’s greeting back at her.   When he says “Gamzee Makara,” there’s a hint of a threatening buzz to it, a testing you should know to respect me warning—you could have told him she’d show absolutely no sign of hearing it, which is exactly what happens.

“I’m Jade Harley!  I meet you,” Jade says, a carefully neutral statement-of-fact greeting—not fawning or hostile.  You don’t know if humans are out here just learning neutral address no matter what, or if this human particularly just doesn’t give a shit that your moirail’s a fuck-off mutant-huge highblood with horns that scrape the ceiling of the block—by the expectant way she looks up at Gamzee afterward, she wouldn’t give much of a shit either way.  Out of all of the humans, Jade Harley might actually win the prize for giving the least shits, no matter what Rose and Dave like to pretend.

“Yeah, I meet you too, motherfucker,” says Gamzee, looking incredibly amused, and glances down at you.  “She’s a rude-ass little motherfuckin’ toothful, huh?  I like her.”

“Of course you do,” you say, pained.  “Don’t take it personally, alright?  You’re not a highblood here, they don’t get highbloods.”

“Oh, best friend,” says Gamzee, and kisses your nugbone again, embarrassingly.  “I’m a highblood wherever the fuck I go.  It’s cool though.  Squishy-ass little motherfuckers won’t get any grief from me.”

“<Motherfucker>,” Jade repeats behind you, and switches back to English, in the bright, wide verbal tone you’re starting to learn means ‘smiling and happy’, weird interstitial ‘vowel’ breath-sounds further back in the throat through pulled-back mouth-corners.  “Hmm, <motherfucker>…  Oh, neat!  Is that dialect?  It sounds like, ahh, what’s that other word.  Kk—kkkht—  Uh, dammit.  You guys need to learn how to use vowels—  It sounds like <;brother>.”

“It is like,” you say, surprised despite yourself.  “&lt;Brother> is a troll, and <motherfucker> you put it all spots you want.  It’s a thing, it’s a troll, it’s a, tss, a doing-things word, it’s a name.  It’s bad, it’s good.  Any spot you want.  And he does want, for all those, all the time.”

#splickedydrabbles #Homestuck #Domestic Diplomacy #me staring into the distance: what if 'motherfucker' and 'brother' are translated different but they're related words in alternian.... #what if 'brother' and 'sister' aren't different words theyre just translated in english based on gender but there's no distinction actually #it's all the word I tend to translate as 'kin'/'family'/'fam' lol but gendered by english-speakers for comprehension #what if alternian greetings have implicit settings for 'i'm hostile to you' and 'i'm trying to be non-offensive and polite' #and the lack of either is an implicit message of 'we're equals' which comes with its own social baggage RE: castes #what if I approached Homestuck as though it was implicitly a translated text ala JRR Tolkein's meta-narrative of Lord of the Rings #''Alternian wouldn't spell his name 'karkat vantas' of course but it's been anglicized for the audience with additional vowel sounds'' #'when his tone of voice is referenced in this line it of course actually refers to his engagement of his third subvocal chatterbox--'' #WHAT IF-- #I am frothing at the damn mouth I love fucking around in this sandbox so much I will make up ALL the societal/cultural indicators #this is the casual/semi-formal/court-formal code-switching in Save a Horse Ride a Dragon all over again lmao NO REGERTS

[starlooove]

Not the stop clogging the Duke tag page getting ppl mad

#don’t clog the tag then idk what to tell u #I don’t even post that much on there it’s literally just the shit that bothers me scrolling through the Duke tag #it shouldn’t be that much #plus I’m being nice I’m not counting shit that’s wildly outta character equality #well I did once and the person was like but I DID mention Duke #it was a throwaway line about him teaching tim slang. let that sink in fr #and another person was like I post about Duke all the time #and I’ll admit my heart did hurt a lil #which actually all the time was like four posts so #but anyways I’m not looking at usernames #u used the Duke AND Oliver queen tags and all they did was ask questions about how crazy the rest of the fam is #questions as in two as one question each to start and end the hijinks #like I didn’t scroll through ur page and decide u were a Duke hater #I scrolled through the tag saw some bs and posted it #im not even saying ur racist I’m just saying don’t clog the tag #if Voltron was still big I’d be doing this for allura #and this is about Duke but Justice for Oliver in that post too #like being a non batfam dc fan is hard enough #at least Duke gets bat proximity #stanning ​CONNOR HAWKE? NATASHA IRONS? forget it 😭😭😭😭😭 #oh in case I didn’t make it clear I finally did a draft dump from that blog 🤭

[deathinfeathers]

.

#I need to set up some kind of system with my blogs #I'm never realistically going to divvy my time equally amongst them all #Bc Lute is just too strong of a muse #But I would still like to spend more time elsewhere #Might make weekends Fizz and Adam/Morningstar fam time

[vio1315]

Things that will never stop amazing me:

With friends/fam, we can be talking about things that I Clearly know a lot less than them about, but when we disagree about it, they never bring up that I have less basis for that knowledge, but engage with me as an equal

Take me seriously and explain their points with extra patience so that I can follow

In matters that I am less skilled than them with, they never hold it against me or ask me not to participate

Where a lot of people would consider me a failure, they look at the same underperformance and don’t even consider the possibility, rather valuing the areas I am capable with, and just me

Absolutely phenomenal

What good people, cherish them 

#Vio's Personal #I have thought about making diff versions of this post for months #Do you guys have any idea how many mini debates I will initiate on topics I literally only know two things about #Can you fathom the strength of my friends/fam to not call me out for knowing very little on the topic? #With how I torture specific points especially? #And yet. Reward goes to them. They hold so much sway with my thoughts on matters #because they go through everything with me #and win to me whenever I provoke them to study something further #I am forcing us both to learn today! #Nothing motivates someone like a person saying something incorrect I tell ya what #-there’s a reason only the best humanity has to offer end up as close friends with me- #-do you think a selfish person could tolerate me all that long with my nitpicking ways?- #this is not self depreciating honestly #I see a lot of good come out of this habit jwndksjdj I just respect people so much for treating me as an equal #when they don’t necessarily have to in those contexts #people are so kind to me man idk #Thankful constantly to have people who click with me and who I can learn with

[void-writing]

Your Batman, paranoid, trying to get information.

Danny and friends: Nuh-uh, what we share about us goes at our control.

I just love how the DP characters have agency and control over what information they share. The Batfam and others can be invasive even if they mean well.

I also love how you've flipped it on its head with the incomplete soul sight becasue it gives information, but not enough for Danny to actually know much about the Batfam. Makes it more equal.

At the same time I'm looking forward when there's a more mutual information exchange, because the shenanigans ARE affecting the Batfam personally.

Lol XD Thank you :)

Danny just isn't ready for the mortifying ordeal of behind known by the Bat, and Sam and Tucker are just following suit. They're following my approach for making important decisions: look at it and then step back for three to five business weeks to let the information set in, then come back and see if you still want to do this.

it also didn't help that their first reaction to seeing costumed people in large, weaponized vehicles is to flee in the opposite direction as fast as possible...

Soul Sight is kind of a hassle to deal with both for Danny and me lmao. Mostly, it's a plot device. It allows for exposition when I need it and so it's always going to be pretty sporadic and mildly informative. That way Danny gets relevant information about the city and its people but doesn't magically become an expert in everything over-night.

(In-story, part of the reason for this is that Danny is still mortal on some level and the human mind can't process a huge influx of information the same way a ghost core can)

I'm glad I seem to be striking a good enough balance though :3

Oh! And I won't be keeping the cat-and-mouse game up for much longer though :)

#void answers #change in management #bruce is really the only one who is obsessing over danny bc my boy has untreated anxiety and paranoia-- #--that is constantly validated by his line of work #and he also doesn't like dealing w nebulous magic/paranormal things bc of how unpredictable they can be #AND bruce is concerned that this kid and his friends are going to get maimed or worse if he doesnt do smth #his dad senses are going into MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE and he is suffering #the rest of the fam is equal parts concerned and amused by this #on some level theyre still anticipating all of this to backfire on them somehow (they ARE bruce's kids after all) #but for now theyre content to give the kid the benefit of the doubt until they can actually talk to him XD

[spotlightstudios]

The Kings ♡

Guys, they're married✨️

No joke, just Nash and Maldric. They've been through a lot, but I like to think the between combat sessions and world-ending situations, these two get sweet domestic moments around the kingdom ^^

Aka, Surveying the construction and checking up on refugees. Maldric riding on Nash's back so he can see everything and Nash won't outpace him. Everyone in the kingdom greeting them warmly, just happy to see their saviors, their new Kings, alive and well.

Neither of them are really fit to be Kings. Nash wanted a family, maybe a herd max, but he's got 0 people experience. Maldric is focused on world-altering projects and mining, so he leaves most of the actual ruling to Nash. Disaster gays that somehow ended up with an entire kingdom to watch over. (Sunshine Himbo and Wildly Chaotic Moral Compass)

#art #drawing #oc #my art #dnd #sketch #The Nash Logs #The Foundations of a Great Beginning #makes me laugh #during a querie session from kingdom npcs to our party one guy literally just asked for us to give all races equal treatment #and the party just kinda looked at eachother #most of the kingdom is Nash's herd and the rest of them are refugees from other destroyed kingdoms #they're co-existing with a dragon #and their human fighter John is courting a satyr #and their kings are a Centaur and a Mountain Dwarf in a happy marriage #we pretty much just gestured around and said 'yeah. no bad treatment here fam.' #it was verrry funny to remember we're a bunch of misfits

[rucow]

ok but what if nerevar had gotten adopted into house dagoth instead of indoril and what if he fit right in and what if he was dagoth nerevar instead

#this is My canon tbh....eventually #in my mind palace nerevar ditches his position as king and holes up with the dagoth fam at kogoruhn #he never wanted to be king. only hortator #he didnt want to be a politician but a warrior and a leader and a *saviour* #i think he actually rly sucked at politics when he first went to mournhold to ask for the queen's support #so he was easy to win over as a pawn. u know what i mean??? #he probably signed some contracts he couldnt even read #he was provably promised exactly what he wanted to hear but instead he got. a lot more on his plate than he asked for #fast forward many years later when he's much more influential and experienced #and he finally has enough of being what other ppl want him to be: a king . a saint. a husband #hes had enough of being idle when he should've taken action instead #and u know who's always by his side ...? who sees him for who he is? a mortal mer like the rest of them? voryn. its voryn. #and the dagoths in general #they never saw him as their king but as their equal: a mortal mer capable of making mistakes #he has their respect and their support but also their criticism and council #in the end they're his truest allies #and also the closest thing to a family he's ever had #he gets on well with all the dagoth siblings. not just voryn #if anything.. voryn gives him the harshest treatment actually #bc voryn wants nerevar to be the best version of himself he possibly can be #even moreso than azura! #ofc voryn loves him. but most importantly voryn sees both the good and the bad in nerevar #and they dont shy away from being blunt with him #which is something nerevar appreciates. the dagoths' practical honesty and bluntness is a breath of fresh air for him #compared to everything he had in mournhold #i hope u get what i mean bc goodness knows im bad with words #txt

[blitzgamev]

I return to tumblr to learn 1) there was a sexyman poll and sans won 2) the queen is dead. What a day

#for the record idve loved to see ngo v sns cuz ive been in both fandoms lmao #deserved win eitherway #i went to tell my fam (who are not online people at ALL) about the news #they were very put off by how happy i was lmao #<- the way both of these things have equal importance to me as well #shut up blitz

[daze4all]

Imagine HSR Black Crow of the Family Outcast!Halovian! RavenReader x Yandere!Sunday

Spoilerish element maybe for Penacony 2.1 . Extra: Raven! Reader x Yandere Sunday& Family as Dreamjolt Troupe + Siobhan

Imagine Readers as the Raven aka Sunday's Messenger crow/ lackey

You were the black sheep or rather the black crow of the Family.

Born with black, not the pure white wings that adorned Halovian's heads and halos.

Even yours seem crooked and dull in comparison an ill omen many whispered as they kept their distance

Except for Sunday the Head who had to deal with you along with his sweet sister who took you in raising you as part of his family and fellow sibling.

Robin was a melodious robin to your crow's croak.

You couldn't even make it in the Iris family where only talent and a sweet singing voice are required.

Bad luck seemed to follow you. No one wanted you working in their family.

However, the Oak family head, Sunday took you in and made you his messenger raven

So you watched and reported his rival's every move. Even if you had to remain hidden in plain sight in another form.

Another stain on the family is secretly hidden in the shadows.

Yandere! Sunday x Raven! Reader

Yandere! Sunday was the wings of the family that lurked in shadows ever watching and promising you safety and security on his side

Yandere! Sunday said "It is best to enact change for the family inside the shadows on my side"

You still had to show him your gratitude after all for taking you in when no one else wanted you...

"For your sake. As well as for your friends. It is in your best interest to work with me not against me." Yandere! Sunday had said with an extended gloved hand and shady smile when you had challenged him when he tore your family apart to get to you.

You don't want them dismantled, do you? Don't worry they will be safe as long as you act as my eyes and ears. - Yandere! Sunday

Imagine Family as Sibone & The Dream Troupe: A Long Gone Dream

You had tried working with the dream troupe as a dancer or comedian maybe. (or maybe Raven is a Machine bird or nightingale gone wrong raven or origami bird type toy made into spyware instead of a toy entertain crowds.)

As a black crow you were another misfit that fit in with the eclectic casts of outcast toys.

Dancing and performing with them on stage. Perhaps ballet ( black swan vs white swan giselle)

Another toy to be wound up to dance and entertain guests for the family's amusement and doing the dirty jobs no one wanted

You fit in with the dream troupe with your dark humor and deathly references leaning into the omen of death with your black-as-night wings to spook your fellow Halovians who deride you.

However, the nightmares came and they left for the reverie contaminated and warped by the nightmares. though what warped them was the animosity they endured from rude guests and scornful family members who refused to see them as equal.

Siobohan your friend was demoted to serve them at the barside to keep them from falling apart though she took on the job know not what els to do to help the,.

You wanted to follow in her footsteps and become a barista like her mixing drinks for your lost friends but....

"For your sake. As well as for your friends. It is in your best interest to work with me not against me." Yandere Sunday had said with an extended gloved hand and shady smile when you had challenged him when he tore your family apart to get to you.

Side Note Best Squad so far in Penacony where everyone sus that so innocent pure and aww such a cute fam

...falling into tragedy...

Yo but if SUnday Raven this turns out to be true and the raven is new charecter I'd be so happy. Or even sundays skills he better be pullable

Spoiler guesses

but i suspect...the robin may be robin hidden in plain sight for safety and sunday is not dead but up to somthing the true culpirt maybe as he still feels sus despite what happend in the end with gallagher.

Like robin is he really dead? Or did death come from him as wing?

looking forward to next update and penacony secrets!

side note their is a character called raven in hsr3 and archelino looks like her too cross over maybe?

lol edited this wat happens when write at 3 am at night lol

#honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr blade #robin hsr #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x reader #sunday hsr #hsr sunday #yandere sunday #genshin impact honkai star rail cross over #hsr 3 x hsr star rail crossover #raven hsr #yandere x reader #yandere hsr x reader #hsr siobhan #dreamjolt troupe

[remedyturtles]

disaster twins drabble~

for @sad-leon ... hugs !!!!!!!

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Leo stood in the door frame, a dark silhouette in the soft hallway light. Donnie glanced up from his phone, huddled under blankets and playing Metazooa, and lifted the corner in invitation.

"You good, fam?" Donnie asked, practiced, as Leo climbed into the echo chamber of warmth with him and immediately stuck fucking ice cold feet to his shins, just to make Donnie hiss.

"I'm great." Leo said, audibly a lie because there was a wobble in his voice.

"Yes. And I am from the macrolepidopteran suborder clade rhopalocera." Donnie replied, sarcastically.

"Oh my god, nevermind, I shouldn't have come." Leo said, as he physically wormed closer to his twin and stuck his equally freezing nose into Donnie's shoulder.

Donnie hissed again, flinching at the sharp temperature contrast. "Why are you so cold?"

"Outside." Leo muttered, wiggling as he pulled back enough to dig his phone out of his pocket. The screen lit up his face and he started typing.

Donnie sighed, resigned to losing all his warmth to his ridiculous turtle he called his twin. "Why the hell were you outside in the middle of the night?"

"Dunno." Leo hummed at whatever was on his phone then tucked it back away. He rubbed his calves together like a cricket. "Why are you still awake?"

"Dunno." Donnie replied back, mocking his tone of voice. The way Leo was pulled away from him was letting all the heat out, so he pulled him close again to press all the stupid cold parts against him.

A moment of hesitation, before Leo's freezing hands clung around Donnie's back, holding on so tightly it oofed the breath from Donnie's lungs.

"Come here first next time." Donnie whispered.

"I didn't wanna bother you." Leo replied, muffled between pillows and blankets and dark room and the slow reheat of a cold turtle.

"Scoff." Donnie crushed him, like it might fix him. A small squeak from the back of Leo's throat. "Since when?"

"D." Leo said, simply. Unstable. Cold. Freezing.

"It is a privilege to be bothered by you." Donnie said.

Leo shuddered and pressed closer. Donnie held on tight.

"A butterfly." Leo rasped.

"What?"

"That's what you said. I googled it. You're a butterfly. A big purple one, I bet."

Donnie chuckled, inexplicably pleased that Leo had cared enough to even look. "Yeah. That's right."

"You'd be one sick ass butterfly, D."

"I know."

It was stupid. Donnie smiled against the side of Leo's head as he hugged him as close as he could. The temperature evened out between them.

#fic stuff #disaster twins #platonic #idk just an excuse for hugs

[twstjam]

Lost Invitation (Part 2) - Respond, if you please

Sorry, I said half an hour, but blocking people took a bit longer than expected <3 Starting from now I'll be blocking everyone who likes Lost Invitation without reblogging it. If you reblog it onto a sideblog and I've blocked your main, do tell me or you might miss out on updates!!

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Meleanor Draconia, Levan Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver (brief), Sebek Zigvolt (mentioned), Yuu (mentioned) Word count: 4.6k (sorry, I got carried away writing the draconia fam lol) Summary: You're committed to helping Riddle Rosehearts and his card soldiers in a war against followers of the Jabberwock looking to usurp the rulers of Red and White. You're also in love with a stranger you met in the woods who wants you to run away with him. Whoever said that love and war weren't so different might've been onto something. In your experience, they're both equally difficult. Nobody ever said that you had to choose between one or the other though. Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Prince Malleus Draconia is not lonely.

He hasn't been since before he hatched, his mother had made sure of it. He has faded memories of dozing off to his mother's soft singing, listening to his father's long ramblings, and curling up in the safety of the right-hand general's presence.

After hatching, his mother had doted on him like any prince of the Briar Lands deserved to be. Her and Father had indulged his every whim and desire. The servants bowed and trembled before the wrath of a newly-born dragonling who, though only three feet long, snarled his grievances accompanied by licks of fire and brewing snowstorms. Lilia Vanrouge was the only one to not kneel so easily.

Malleus Draconia was a prince and a hatchling, but Lilia did not treat him as such. Lilia scolded him like he would Mother, a matured dragon, and only complimented or rewarded him when he earned it. Needless to say, he was not favored amongst the little prince's guardians… or so Lilia says as he laments on the times Malleus used to set his hair ablaze. It had enlightened Malleus as to why the general currently wears his hair so short as opposed to the portraits he'd seen, but the prince—as it is the nature of fleeting old memories—cannot vividly recall his caretaker's tales. They also struck him as incredibly odd and he concluded that as an infant he had been a foolish thing (despite his parents' insistence otherwise). After all, Lilia is his most favored caretaker. This favoritism had even led to Malleus seeking Lilia out when he had hidden himself away one day, giving the prince the honor of being the first to meet the general's adopted son.

Silver had been an enigma to him. How could a meek little human infant, a species which his mother mocked frequently for their weakness and stupidity, appeal to a hardened fae general? It was even stranger to him that Mother seemed to completely forget her disdain for humans when she saw the little bundle in Lilia's arms. Though he would never say it aloud, Malleus had felt betrayed when his mother had asked to hold the child and took him from Lilia eagerly.

This little… thing, could not even hold itself up or eat solid food, let alone seek it out itself. It was useless and weak and nothing like the fierce creature Malleus had been when he broke out of his shell. Or at least, that's what Malleus used to think.

Truly, Malleus must not have been as exceptional of an infant as his parents insist. Malleus had spent 20 years crawling, meanwhile Silver mastered walking on two legs in mere months. Instead of cawing and snarling, the child babbled and laughed, elicited smiles from those around him, made warmth swell in Malleus's chest when he called the prince's name for the first time. The boy had still been small, not even 5 years old, and yet he had been able to climb up Malleus's legs and sit on his lap when he had invited him to read with him.

Sebek exhibited similar speed in growth. Malleus had blinked, and suddenly the little halfling had risen from a screeching newt into a strong guard that rivaled his own grandfather. Sebek likes to shadow him, always quick to see to his every need and always eager to win his approval. It's overbearing at some points, but the boy is growing and learning and has come to put his loyalty to use for only matters worthy of it, learning from Lilia and Silver to not merely agree to Malleus's every breath.

The revelation for such a change brought all four of them closer. It's not rare to see the two young knights by the prince's side, the former general watching after them from not far off.

Suffice to say, Malleus Draconia is not lonely. Absolutely not.

As a matter of fact, he quite likes being alone; the peacefulness of isolation, the escape from his demanding responsibilities. He has to return to the castle at some point of course. He has duties to his kingdom, but no matter how brief, he takes the opportunity to have some time for himself. To have some time to indulge his desires instead of being Prince Malleus; to be away from the expectations of his subjects and parents and instead cater to only himself.

He never quite expected to meet someone searching for something similar. At the very least, not at the same place, and you continued to surprise him in ways he could have never imagined.

After all, who could have predicted that a revered dragon prince of the fae would fall in love with a human?

----

Perhaps to any other, days at Wild Rose Castle could be considered dull, either because of the dim lighting and black walls or the castle staff that always hurry by without a whisper of a breath and with bowed heads.

If one were to ask Malleus however, he would say that days at the castle are always hectic. It's a good day when the castle is serenely dark and gloomy, but on others…

"Your DISGRACE of an offspring is a pathetic sprite unworthy of my son! How DARE you even consider a courtship between them?!"

Lightning fills the throne room with a bright purple light. Three aristocrats yelp and scramble to avoid the strikes of lightning coming down from the ceiling. Princess Meleanor's glare is deadly as she lifts and aims her staff to bring down another volley of lightning.

"P-p-please forgive us for our transgressions, your excellency!" the patriarch weeps as his family collapses to the floor in frantic bows. From his throne, Malleus can see the family's young heir trembling with choked sobs. His mother isn't the least bit appeased, her glare hardening and her staff crackling with power.

"ENOUGH! I will not tolerate any more nonsense out your blabbering mouth! You have come into my home, insulted my son, and dirtied my floor!" Meleanor raises her staff with a furious snarl. The magic surrounding it strikes the ceiling and deflects into multiple bolts of lightning throughout the throne room. "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT AND DO NOT DARKEN MY DOORSTEP EVER AGAIN!"

The nobles scramble back onto their feet and skitter out with fearful screams. The wails of Malleus's attempted suitor echo through the halls of the castle until the doors slam shut behind them.

Meleanor raises her head proudly, huffing a satisfied plume of smoke out of her nostrils. Beside the sighing Lord Levan, Lilia Vanrouge has his head in his hands.

"What nerve, to ask permission for our Malleus's hand whilst showing such disrespectful behavior!" Meleanor spins around with a flare of her cloak and seats herself on her throne, one leg crossed over the other. "I should have incinerated that child where they stood!"

"I'm quite certain your outburst had spoken the message quite clearly, my lady," Lilia says with no small amount of disapproval.

"I agree with Lilia." Malleus's mother whirls around to face him with a betrayed expression on her face. "It is no fault of theirs that I failed to give my full attention to them. They had every right to call out my rude behavior."

Meleanor scowls and tosses her head again. "If you exhibit overly courteous behavior then those stuck-up aristocrats will become too comfortable to speak ill of you. As a dragon, you must present yourself as one!"

"That courteousness is the only reason the staff does not perish within breathing distance of him," Lilia argues. Meleanor shoots him a glare but he isn't deterred. "The poor boy already has issue forming relationships. Your volcanic temper is not doing him any favors."

"I will deal with those interested in the future king of the Briar Lands and my son however I wish! In case you have forgotten, I am your princess and his mother!"

"He is 178, he is not a hatchling, Meleanor!"

"Regardless of his age I have no intention of allowing him to be mistreated or his heart to be broken."

"At the expense of others?!"

"Yes!"

"Ah, there he goes."

Meleanor straightens up from how she had been bent over to glare at the short general and they both look over at Levan. They follow his gaze and briefly see Malleus's tail slipping out of the throne room.

"Darling!" Meleanor gathers her skirt to dash after her son. As Malleus makes his escape, Lilia groans and slumps over the arm of Levan's throne. His friend pats his back in sympathy.

"You really must do something about that wife of yours," Lilia grumbles. Levan laughs nervously, but there's also fondness in his eyes.

"She is simply doing what she thinks is best for our son."

"It isn't and you know it is!" Lilia huffs, craning his neck to glare up at the lord. The corvid fae smiles sweetly and leans towards him with his elbows resting on the armrest.

"Have I told you how much cuter you look when you're angry?"

Lilia sputters, face turning vibrant red. "Be serious!"

"I am serious," Levan hums as he reaches to tuck some hair behind Lilia's ear. The other general swats his hand away and he laughs at the flustered pout on the smaller fae's face. "I pity those nobles, truly I do, but like you and I, I have a feeling our Meleanor knows that our young prince is keeping a secret. So at the end of the day, there is no harm done, hm?"

Lilia gapes and blinks at Levan in bewilderment.

"He told you?"

Levan smiles secretively, a hint of mischievousness in his eyes. He must know as much as Lilia does then, and though he is relieved to know that his friend is supportive of Malleus's feelings, he still dreads the inevitable of Meleanor discovering it for herself. Meleanor is both temperamental and viciously protective of her child, especially since his life had been threatened after she laid his egg during the human invasion centuries ago. It's quite easy to imagine her most likely reaction to her son being interested in courting a human.

"He did. He also requested assistance from me." Levan looks up and his eyes brighten. "There it is now."

Levan waves his hand. Lilia's keen ears catch the sound of beating wings and he turns around to see a window opening. A raven flies into the throne room and settles on Levan's offered arm. The bird caws a greeting to Lilia before bowing its head to the lord.

"Welcome back, my friend," Levan coos as he strokes its wing. "What news do you bring from the Rose Queendom?"

Lilia perks up at mention of the Rose Queendom and looks at the bird with interest. The familiar makes a series of clicks and squawks. Lilia isn't the most fluent in corvid speak so he waits for Levan to translate, but when he looks to his friend, the other fae's smile has turned into an ominous frown.

"…It's not good news, I'm guessing."

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Malleus typically finds comfort in isolation. It brings him the silence he requires to think and focus on both official and personal matters. Unfortunately though, for his current predicament, his most trusted method of comfort only seems to distress him more.

The conflict between the Rose and Lily Queendoms is taking it's toll on you. It's inevitable—He sees it a lot in Father and Lilia, how their gazes would sometimes look haunted by ghosts unseen to him even when doing the most mundane tasks —but that does not mean Malleus has to like it, or that either him or you should simply allow it to wear you down.

Sometimes, when he is speaking with you, you would get a faraway look in your eyes, lost in thought. During those moments the bags beneath your eyes look more prominent, your body thinner, your skin paler. You would apologise for losing track of the conversation and Malleus would excuse it, but within his chest a pit grew deeper and deeper, filling with irrational concern for you.

The desire to hoard and care for those most cherished to him isn't a foreign feeling to Malleus. He recalls that at a young age he would nest with his parents at night and steal Lilia and his father's weapons to stop them from leaving the castle for their duties. Now, he watches over Silver while he sleeps and sits at the water's edge when Sebek practices his swimming.

It is something normal for dragons to want their loved ones happy and safe, but the way he feels it with you is incomparable. He cares for you, (which had initially surprised him, to care for a strange human) there's no doubt about it, but more than anything else he wants to be the one to care for you, to ensure your safety. To take you away and tuck you inside his wings, to gift you all the luxuries you could ever need so that you would no longer be hurt or troubled.

And the strangest thing? He desires the same thing from you as well. For you to care for him, cherish him, want him, love him. For you to take his hand and let him whisk you away to somewhere the two of you could see and speak to each other every day, where you could sit and listen contentedly to him and him to you and help him with his woes like he wishes to help you with yours.

Confiding in Lilia had been what led him to realise his feelings for you. The older fae's recollection of his parents' courtship had been… concerning, but it reassured Malleus that his desires were not unusual and that, most importantly, his beloved caretaker accepted you.

It had taken more courage to approach Lord Levan, but he should have known that his understanding father would support him wholeheartedly. At Malleus's request, his father had sent one of his ravens to the Queendom and Malleus now spends almost every waking moment anxious for its return.

Telling his mother about you is… another matter entirely.

You were right that it wouldn't be wise to bring you into his home. He loves his mother, but like him, she possesses the nature of the dragon. She is caring, excessively so, and… incredibly protective, to say the least.

And to say that Malleus is fearful of her discovering his romantic feelings for you, a human—a race she loathes with her entire being—is an understatement.

You are fearless, perhaps a little foolish, but not saneless. She will chase you off as she has many others. The incident today was only one of many.

Regardless of his mother's ill manners and your reluctance to be with him, Malleus's heart does not stop yearning and yearn he does as he sits alone in his rose garden, innocent red rose in hand, plucking each poor petal after the other as his thoughts whirl around his mind uselessly.

Perhaps he should have been more insistent. Perhaps he should have taken you back anyway. Perhaps—

"Malleus?"

The click of his mother's heels on the garden's stone path grow louder with each approaching step. Meleanor appears beneath the rose arch to the gazebo and Malleus hurriedly brushes off the petals that have gathered on his lap.

"There you are. I have been looking for you, dear." Mother smiles as she walks up the steps of the gazebo, the long train of her skirt dragging behind her. She eyes the rose petals scattered around him. "What are you doing?"

"Ah. I am picking rose petals… for tea." His mother raises an eyebrow at his reluctant tone so he quickly diverts the topic. "Am I needed somewhere, Mother?"

"No, no." Meleanor sweeps up her cloak to that it isn't trampled beneath her when she takes a seat next to him. "I was merely worried." With gentle claws, she cradles Malleus's chin and lifts his gaze to hers. "I did not scare you, did I?"

"No—" Never, he wants to say. Even if she can summon the most destructive storms and move mountains with a snap of her fingers, Malleus can never be afraid of his mother, but the churning feelings in his gut lodges the words in his throat.

Malleus pulls away from her touch, looking away before he can see her frown. "I apologise, Mother. I exhibited behavior unbecoming of a prince in front of our visitors."

Instead of reprimanding him, his mother laughs. She's always so self-assured; with her magic, with her choices. It's one of the many things he admires but also envies about his mother. If only he can reach that point of confidence in his life much sooner.

"My silly little beast. There is nothing to apologise for," his mother coos, brushing a lock of hair out of his face with a careful talon. "You did no harm. After all, you have been so distracted because you already have your eye on someone, don't you?"

Malleus turns towards his mother, wide-eyed, and her eyes glitter with excitement as she grins.

"How did you—" Malleus stops himself. How is he supposed to tread this? "…Did Father tell you?"

Meleanor's smile falls. "No, but I am hurt you chose to tell him before me."

Malleus swallows. He laces his fingers together in an effort to make himself feel less unsteady. "How do you know, then?"

"Come now, you didn't think a mother would not be able to see that her son has fallen in love, did you?" Meleanor giggles behind her claws, eyes bright with eagerness. She leans in towards her son and lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Tell me, tell me; what are they like? How did you meet? And most importantly: When will I meet them?"

Malleus opens his mouth and pauses. What does he tell her? Every scale on his being is restless, eager at the presented opportunity to talk about you, but certainly, he cannot tell his mother about you. About your humanity. She would, as Lilia frequently describes it, erupt. He did not need that display from earlier in the throne room to know this well.

(He grew up all his life with it after all; His mother losing her head at every slight insult or threat towards him and striking it with bolts of lightning until it runs away screaming.)

Malleus does not fear his mother, let alone resent her, but he does rather often catch himself wondering what it would be like if she were not so hot-headed.

"They are…" Malleus quickly trails off as soon as the attempt begins. He glances at his mother warily. She is giving him her full attention. The support should be encouraging, but the dread within him only increases. "You cannot meet them."

His mother reels back as if he had shocked her with electricity. Her eyes widen and then narrow. Her brows furrow and her lips pull into a displeased pout.

"Whyever not? …Are you ashamed of me?"

"What? No, of course not!"

"Embarrassed, perhaps?"

"Far from it."

"Then do you fear that I would scare them off?"

"Yes— Ah, I mean—!" Malleus screws his mouth shut and looks away again. Meleanor chuckles in amusement.

"Silly beast," she tuts. Behind him, Malleus's tail thumps agitatedly and she twines her own around it to soothe him. "I am flattered that you think so highly of me, but I assure you that any mate worthy of you will not cower so easily before me."

Malleus wraps his tail around his mother's offered one, but his expression is one of scepticism. "How do you know for certain? Do you truly have so much faith in my choice of a partner?"

"Oh, of course not! You are still just a little beast after all," Meleanor teases with a light pinch to his cheek. "What I mean is that, whoever you choose, we shall know if they are truly the correct mate for you if they remain beside you regardless of any trials."

"Oh… I see…" Malleus lowers his head. He clasps his hands tightly together. He can still remember the phantom feeling of your own hands on them, of you pulling away from him. Of him watching your retreating back after once more rejecting his offer to take you away.

"Darling?" His mother places her hands on his and the memory fades away. "Is something the matter?"

"I… I want you to meet them, truly I do, but…" Your face flashes before his eyes again, with it your shy smile and your voice whispering,

"Someday."

Malleus gathers his resolve and faces his mother. "Not anytime soon, I fear."

His mother pouts again. "Oh, come now—!"

"I don't think they would fear you." There's no way to know for certain until you actually meet her, but it is something he's fairly confident in. "It is that… they are currently occupied and will not be able to make time to come to our lands in the near future."

Meleanor's eyes light up with newfound interest. "Oh? They are not of the Briar Fae?"

Malleus bites his lip anxiously. "Er, no. They are—"

A bird sings overhead. The two dragons on the gazebo lift their heads and see a silver-haired knight walk through the rose arch.

"Lady Meleanor, Lord Malleus." Silver dips into a quick bow and rises again. "I apologise for interrupting."

"Oh, Silver! What a pleasant surprise. Have you finished your training today? Come, come. It has been too long since we last spoke." Meleanor beckons to the young knight to sit next to her.

"Er, if I recall correctly, we spoke just this morning—!"

Meleanor doesn't let him hesitate for long. She crooks her finger and wisps of purple magic tug on his uniform until he's standing on the gazebo.

"I apologise profusely, my lady," Silver stammers as her magic fades off of his clothes. "But I'm afraid I cannot stay long, my father requests to see Lord Malleus—"

"Does he!" Meleanor's eyebrows are arched, her expression devious in a way both boys know does not hold good intentions for their respective fathers. "How fortunate, I was hoping to speak to him about Malleus."

"Mother—"

"Lady Meleanor—"

Before either boy could get a word in, magic begins to swirl around the princess's fingers and she chants, "Come, my eyes and ears, my wings and feet."

Magic swirls and shimmers around her. Beneath her feet, her shadow ripples, and a raven bursts out of it with a frantic caw.

"Now why are you in such a hurry?" Meleanor tuts, easily catching the bird out of the air before it could fly off. The bird squawks and flaps its one wing that hadn't managed to be caught in her hand. She directs a firm gaze on it and it freezes, letting a pathetic noise out of its beak. Malleus winces in sympathy.

"Where is my Right?" Meleanor looks down at her shadow, displeased, but quickly smiles again when she turns to Silver. "Give me a hand, dear."

With them pointing downwards, Meleanor pinches together the thumb and forefinger of her free hand. She makes a pulling motion and a squealing bat emerges out of Silver's shadow. It manages to escape the princess's grasp on it but only briefly before she catches it by its legs.

The bat squeaks and screams, no doubt profanities blasphemous when directed at the crown princess, but she is unfazed. Silver looks down at the poor creature apologetically as it clings to his uniform in an attempt to shake off the dragoness's claws.

"What is the matter with you? Stop behaving so childishly. Look, your son is being much more mature than you, how embarrassing." Meleanor forces the bat to let go of the boy and holds it upside down, continuing to be unfazed as it claws at her lace gloves angrily. "You should know better than to ignore a summons from your mistress."

She shakes the bat in a not-so-gentle manner and the animal grows in size and changes shape until Lilia is hanging by the ankles. The raven does the same, but Meleanor lets Levan go so he can perch on her arm more comfortably.

"—the matter with you! You absolutely insane princess!" Lilia yells once he's finally taken his two-legged form again.

"Yes, you're very adorable, dear," Meleanor says dismissively with a pinch to his nose. Lilia hisses at her, but despite his complaints there's no real heat to them and he calms down quickly. "Now, my loves, when were the two of you going to tell me that a secret someone has caught our Malleus's interest?"

"I sincerely apologise, darling," Levan says mournfully, and any amount of aggression in his wife's expression fades away when he pecks a kiss on her cheek. "but it was not our secret to tell."

"Alright, I suppose I can forgive that. I'm sorry, dears." Meleanor looks at her son and husband fondly but scowls when she turns to Lilia. "Not you."

Lilia sticks his tongue out at her without remorse. With difficulty, he twists around to address Silver. "You've found Malleus! Well done, my boy."

"Thank… you, Father."

"What is it that you wished to speak to me about?" Malleus asks, tilting his head in an effort to meet Lilia's eyes. The bat fae exchanges a look with the prince's father and then glances at the princess holding him captive.

"Perhaps we should wait until later—"

"Wonderful, since I wished to speak to both of you about a different matter." Meleanor's expression turns into a deceptively sweet one that immediately has Lilia's face souring. "My loves, would you tell Malleus that you also desperately wish to meet this secret potential mate of his?"

She flutters her eyelashes for good measure. Malleus sighs and shakes his head.

"Mother…"

"I know what you said, but perhaps with encouragement from all three of us we can twist a few rules…"

"Actually, my love, what we wish to discuss concerns this… person." Meleanor raises an inquisitive eyebrow at her husband sitting on her arm.

"What?" All eyes turn to Malleus. The prince suddenly rises from his seat, pupils thinned to slits. Leftover rose petals scatter to his feet. "Has something happened to them?"

"I apologise, Malleus, but Lilia is right." Levan casts a quick look towards Meleanor and Malleus understands immediately.

Meleanor looks frustratedly between her son and husband, unhappy at being the only one uninformed. "Now what is this about? Why are you so reluctant to speak of this person within my presence?"

Lilia purses his lips, determined to not say a thing, meanwhile Levan looks towards his son again meaningfully.

Malleus takes a breath.

"It is what I have been meaning to tell you. Mother…" Malleus glances at Silver standing to the side, at attention. "Silver is a human."

Meleanor blinks. She looks at Silver, back at Malleus, and then bursts into laughter.

"But of course he is, silly beast!"

Malleus attempts to continue, but she doesn't stop laughing like it's the most hilarious joke she's heard in a century. He looks to his father helplessly. Levan gives him an encouraging smile but the doubt that twitches the edges of his lips isn't very reassuring. Meanwhile, Lilia sighs exasperatedly and Silver frowns in confusion.

"Well, Mother…" Meleanor keeps laughing and the longer the seconds tick by the more his confidence falters. Perhaps… If he says it now, she won't hear and she can remain in ignorant bliss. "This person I am in love with is a human as well."

The laughter stops so abruptly that the deadly silence sounds as loud as a crash of thunder.

"What."

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleyuu #meleanor draconia #levan draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia x you #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x mc

[simpinformonkies]

hiiii niiiilllooooooo

howzabout a wukong or macaque x celestial monkey reader? :3

I FUCKING GOT YOU FAM! I'll do Wukong for this one.

WUKONG

-He came to a random island when he was younger to steal some fruits for his master during the journey (Tripitaka had complained about being hungry) and had been about to swipe a crisp, red apple when you came barreling towards him with sharp claws, fluffed fur and bared teeth.

-You were a Celestial Primate- one of the only four in the world- and were pissed to find Sun motherfucking Wukong on your island- worse, he was attempting to steal YOUR FOOD!

-You wanted nothing to do with the monkey, not after his 'havoc in heaven', and practically told him as such, words spitting pure, undultured poison at the other monkey.

-But, you were not heartless, and allowed Wukong to leave your island unharmed... only to realize, hours later, that the bastard monkey stole your damn apples! you were furious, but let it go- it wasn't like you'd be seeing him ever again.

-Too bad you were wrong- that annoying simian came back every few years just to mess with you, and it pissed you off every time he did it. One moment you'd be lounging around on your beloved island's beaches, and the next, Sun Wukong would be causing mayhem somewhere closeby.

-In general, Wukong was being a annoyance and menace.

-What a shocker! Not like he's like that all the fucking time or anything...

-Can you hear the sarcasm?

-Anyway, you dealt with him for centuries, and while you found he was still very annoying, you... stopped having your words and insults hold so much bitterness and bite- you were tired of being an asshole to this simian, it just wasn't worth it. Nowadays, if he annoyed you, you'd just smack him with your tail and go on about your day.

-Some days, you'd even find yourself wishing that he was on the island- especially when the boredom kicked in- but you'd just shake your head and swat the thought away as it was a fly.

-But damned if that thought wasn't as annoying and unkillable as a fly- somehow, your brain would always come back to thinking of Wukong, it was driving you crazy.

-Nevertheless, you just dealt with his antics with a fond roll of the eyes and a swat of the tail, and it stayed like that for decades (centuries? You don't remember, time is an illusion).

-Then came the time- just a few years before Wukong would find his 'successor'- that Wukong started leaving things on your island. From shiny necklaces, bracelets and rings, to following you around on your island, to even laying down on the beach with you when you go to soak in the warm sun, running his fingers through your hair and untangling any knots you find.

-This went on for a few weeks before the whole thing hit you like a freight-train.

-'This is courtship,' you'd think, blinking confusedly as the situation settles itself in your mind, 'Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, is courting me.'

-'...And ya know what?' you lean into his hands, smiling as they gently cascade through your fur, 'I'm okay with that.'

#lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #sun wukong x reader #writing prompt #nilo dabbles

[paulrobinsonshotel]

Steven Moffat

Gives Ten an equally important role to Eleven in his anniversary special, Makes RTD's Time War central to the episode's storyline, and resolves it in a way that doesn't undermine Nine and Ten's character arcs, gives Billie Piper a major role without infringing on Rose's storyline, gives Paul McGann the regeneration story he deserves, gets Tom Baker back on the show one last time, and gives us one very brief, tantalising tease of the next Doctor. And all this was while having no actors under contract, and BBC executives constantly interfering.

Chris Chibnall

Used his final story to bring back two beloved companions from the classic era, and gives them closure with their respective Doctors. Brings back several Classic Doctors and the Fugitive Doctor to aid Thirteen in her final battle, and revealed that companions from throughout the Doctor's life have been getting together and supporting each other, as they will now do for Yaz. And this was in the aftermath of the pandemic, and at a point when a new showrunner couldn't be found, with no idea what future the show had.

Russell T Davies

After getting near complete creative control of the show in time for the 60th anniversary, burns the Thirteenth Doctor's outfit away, immediately pivots back to his Doctor and his companion, with just some old villains to represent the other 55 years of the show. Doesn't bring back any other elements from the show's history until the third episode, and even then, has Mel and Kate play second fiddle to his characters. Doubles down on the self-indulgence of The End of Time by refusing to have Tennant regenerate at all, uses the Fifteenth Doctor's introduction to give Ten a happy ending rather than letting Ncuti Gatwa define his character on his own terms as every one of his predecessors has done. And writes the Nobles (his characters once again) as the one true found family the Doctor needs, as though the Ponds and River and Clara and the Fam were just passing acquaintances.

Two of these are constantly accused of trying to undermine the show and making it all about themselves. I'll let you decide which one it isn't.

#doctor who #anti rtd #60th anniversary #60th rant #i will forever be salty about this #pro moffat #pro chibnall #Can the 70th and/or 75th anniversaries please be devoid of RTD/Tennant era content?