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klaipeda-witness · 29 days
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Now this won't hurt a bit, go on and feel what it's like to become a 500ml can of Monster Energy Zero Ultra Peachy Keen™
Credit to @lifeofcar for the idea of using this scene
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ashleyfableblack · 7 months
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Because across all boundaries of species, race, sex, gender and culture- one should never underestimate the value of a good game of peek-a-boo with momma.
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The Eternal Courtship- Love Never Dies. It only changes form.
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camelottree638 · 9 months
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Odo/Kira and Meru - This Be The Verse for Vermin_Disciple
Maru and the baby Changeling color-changing to show emotions belong to @vermin-disciple and is used with permission from the author. 
The colors were inspired by Elena’s mood magic dress: yellow for happy, blue for sad, red for angry. The story is based on „This Be The Verse“: https://archiveofourown.org/works/220...
 In this AU the baby Changeling survives and is adopted by Kira after Kirayashi’s birth. Maru is kept safe on the Defiant when the Dominion takes over the station and ze bonds with Miles and Nog, starting a fascination for engineering.
 - Thank you for Laura Schiller fort he suggestion of the toolbox scene.
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ghouljams · 10 months
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My brain does weird things. Anyways, I think Love would steal Liebling’s seed (assuming she didn’t throw it out) and plant it for her. That just seems like a very Love thing to do.
This is really dubiously canon... Love had sticky fingers and her luck finally runs out, or does it?
You stare at the sprout pushing its way out of the dirt in your little terracotta pot. You spritz it with water, and watch the leaves curl happily. Like fingers.
"Hey Si?" You call over your shoulder. You've made some... well you hesitate to call them bad, but questionable decisions in your life. Usually your luck carries you through, but you think it may be running out on this particular gamble.
Simon hums from the couch, half listening as he sketches the monarch wing you'd found into your journal. You don't know if this is really worth his attention. You don't really know what it is. You sort of... stole it.
"Is it stealing if it was technically trash?" You ask, without really thinking. Simon's sketching stops, and he turns to look over the back of the couch.
"What did you steal?"
"Weird seed the bestie didn't want." You poke one of the leaves, letting it wrap around your finger. That gets Simon's attention. He's quick to get off the couch and over to you, pulling your finger out of the plant's grip.
"Christ Love, is that what you've been nursing all week?" Simon looks over your hand with concern, you nod until he kisses your palm giving it the all clear.
"What is it?" You poke Simon's cheek to get your hand back. He lets you go to pick up the pot and inspect the new growth.
"No clue," he tells you, "did, uh- shit-"
"Lieb."
"Works well enough," Simon pokes at the plant, watching the leaves move, "Did she tell you want it was?" You shake your head. He pinches a leaf between his fingers, inspecting it. "Doesn't look dangerous."
"Then I'll keep watering it." Simon shakes his head but settled the pot back on the windowsill.
"We'll keep an eye on it."
"We?" Simon flashes you half a smile, you return it in full force, "I love when we do stupid stuff together."
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You don't know how long it's supposed to take flowers to grow, or even how they're supposed to grow, but it feels like this is going really weird.
You stare at the giant flower bud that's blossomed in your little terracotta pot. It sort of reminds you of a cabbage. It feels like a rose when you pet it, the petals under your fingers silky and soft. You don't know quite what to do with it. Simon sets a cup of tea next to your head where you're resting it against the windowsill.
"Looking good Love," You hum at the kiss he presses against the top of your head, "How's the cabbage?"
"She's fine, still overgrown and weird." You sit up, grabbing your mug and letting Simon take over the daily plant inspection.
"Doesn't look deadly yet."
"Yet."
"Yet," he agrees. You both sip your morning cup and stare at your poor decision making skills.
"You haven't put any magic in it to make it big." You confirm for the thousandth time.
"Not a drop, gardener must've dreamt this up." He reminds you, also for the thousandth time.
"Maybe we can enter it in a gardening fair or-"
Simon yanks you away from the bud as the petals quiver and bloom. You're very quickly put behind your very tense partner, forced to look around him at whatever is going on. You've never seen a flower open up that fast, but you think gravity must be doing the lions share of work. The actual rose is huge, far bigger than the bud would've suggested, and heavy enough to finally break the little pot it had been growing in.
Simon is faster than you, grabbing the flower as it's weight causes it to tumble off the windowsill. You tense, your breath caught as you wait for him to do anything, move any muscle.
"What? What is it?" You whisper after too long a moment without a breath.
"I don't-" He mumbles, catching the end of his sentence behind his teeth so he can curse, "Shit."
You peak over his shoulder, hoping you won't see your weird plant smashed to bits. Instead you stare down at a baby. The smallest thing you've ever seen cradled gently in Simon's arms, blinking big brown eyes and white lashes up at both of you. Your heart swells.
"Holy shit," you breath, watching it yawn and wiggle in its rose petal wrap. It's perfect little nose scrunches with the motion and you need a second to adjust to how cute that is. "Did we do that?" You press closer against Simon's back, and reach to stroke your fingers over the downy hair on the baby's head, "I mean she's got your eyes, it's gotta be-"
"I don't know," Simon mumbles.
"Well what are we supposed to-"
"I don't know!" He snaps, and you finally look at him. At the absolutely confusion and concern dripping from his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. You've never seen him cry before, well not like this at least.
"Give her to me," You tell him, sitting back and holding your arms out, he looks unsure. "Please Simon," you soften the ask, pulling a tether so he knows you're sure. He's so careful, if a little clumsy. You have to adjust his hold as he's passing the infant to you and it seems like he's watching the way you shift her in your arms for his own reference later. You hold the baby close against your chest, feeling that strange comfortable purr rise in your throat as she blinks her big eyes closed.
"What the fuck do we do?" Simon whisper yells at you.
"Call Soap right the fuck now and text Lieb that I'm gonna fucking kill her," you coo at the dozing baby in your arms. Simon nod and scrambles to find both your phones.
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goryhorroor · 1 year
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horror • favorite gothic horror movies
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mlpoutofcontext · 11 months
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whollysensei · 1 year
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when the stupid bachelor says magic doesn't exists
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yourdeepestfathoms · 3 months
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i love to think about Clara in the aftermath of the plague, getting to be a real kid for once.
having a nice, warm bath? she’d lose her mind. because let’s be real, she probably has never had a bath once since she was born, and she definitely stinks. she would splash and roll around like a chinchilla having a dust bath.
having a tea party? attendance is mandatory. Daniil and Artemy are legally allowed to show up.
playing pretend? she insists that she gets to be God. “Clara, we’re playing Wolves…” “then i’m God as a wolf.”
just playing any games like Tag or Hide and Seek or anything like that? playing on the playgrounds? she would have so much fun.
blanket forts? she would LOVE THEM!
her getting toys and nice clothes and other things she likes.
being carried to bed by Daniil or Artemy and getting tucked in.
game nights at Artemy and Daniil’s house.
just… Clara getting to be a little girl after having to be this powerful saint and not getting to act like a kid for so long.
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magicky-hands · 1 year
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Trying out pixel art for the first time! Teeny tiny Clara hehe :3c
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spacemancharisma · 1 year
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never in my life have I in any way given a shit about a fanchild but by god @toadscools caught me off guard at 3am and got me to invent this boy. his name is Loch, they found him in the lake, he is absolutely an actual fae child, and he is sustained by creating problems for others. I love him.
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astronomergrump · 2 months
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Dasher the larvae baby.
Yes this is one of my bugsnax characters I swear, she's just a little bug that mimics the grumpus species. But anyways
Heheheheheh stinky
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ashleyfableblack · 1 year
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There will never be enough cute art of li'l baby changelings. I will die on this Hill.
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Art by me but I based it on this little placard thingie I found at the grocers. More fun for my art folder of "Rainbow Jacks Semi-wholesome Queer Commie Meme Appropriations". Keep sharing the love.
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pocketramblr · 3 months
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I'm curious about the changelings AU please!
It would be impolite for royal parents not to invite their fae neighbors when their children are born and named- and it would be impolite for the fae not to bring gifts.
The trouble is that fae gifts can be a double-edged sword, and when it comes to royal heirs, stability is often preferred over power.
Hence, the secret tradition of "changlings" comes about. An orphan baby is changed for the royal child during the party, and receives the gifts and curses, and then is switched back later and taught how to use their power. Changlings grow up to become mages, and mages grow to supply royals with new changlings.
All is well, for the royals, the mages, the fae, the people.
But then one day, the fae realize how they have been tricked for so long.
And they begin to retaliate.
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y-rhywbeth2 · 2 months
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Changling Durge thoughts: what if the family that raised them thought they were their biological child and never realised otherwise, because the Bhaalists killed that child and Durge was fashioned after them, in physical appearance, to replace them without their knowledge? Which might also account for why Bhaal might design them to seem a specific race when he's technically a human god - assuming that baby Durge didn't somehow chose their form themselves based on the family.
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ghouljams · 9 months
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Could you spill the tea on changeling lore? I think I’ve settled on Mal being a changeling but I always like to hear your take on stuff like this
Yay changelings!!! More reasons for me to love Mal.
In changeling mythos there are two main types of changeling.
The first is the obvious fae baby, the one that gets switched with the human baby in the middle of the night. Sometimes it's because the fae want a human baby to raise as a servant, sometimes it's for the love of a human child, sometimes for a meal. The fae baby is usually identified by intelligence beyond their years, uncanny insight, and playing alone. Their eyes are wide and watchful, perceptive of the world around them in a way other children aren't.
Fae children usually fall into two categories themselves: the internal and the external. Internal children are more introverted, consumed by their hobbies and interests; they don't talk much and don't like eye contact. External children are more extroverted, they're louder and more active in their hobbies and interests, more social and talkative than their internal siblings. The autism and adhd fae babies.
Now there are myths where human children are switched with elderly fae made to look like babies. These elderly fae can then live out their lives being doted on and loved by their human "parents".
The second type of changeling is the log changeling. Log changelings are usually meant to wither and die in the place of the human that was stolen. Often logs are brought to life in order to act as a stand in while a human adult is kidnapped to become a fae's lover. (I think Gaz has left behind quite a few logs in place of the Darlings he steals away.) There are myths of logs replacing babies though! These are changelings that might be given to humans who want to walk home with a baby today, or switched out when a fae baby isn't available.
Log children are very low energy, more sickly children. They're melancholic, only happy when they're out in nature. Unlike the internal fae children they don't have the same excitement and engagement in their hobbies. They are quiet and contemplative. It's not in the myths but I like to think that these are the artists and writers of the changelings.
I think changelings grow up within human society and have a profound understanding that they're different. There's magic that buzzes right at the edge of their perception. They see the wild, they see the fae that walk the streets for what they are, they smell the change in the seasons. There is a world that they can perceive and are part of, but don't know the rules for.
Many fae children grow up and join their fae brethren. The ones that leave home may not return, the ones that do are different (and yet the same) when they see their human parents again. Their magic may be a little more volatile, having learned it late in life, and they don't have the taste for tethers or meat that their cousins do, but they fae recognize their own.
In my mind changelings have a lot of trouble accessing a more monstrous form, they've been raised human, there's no reason for them to have wings and fangs. They can of course, with enough time in the wild or with enough training, but they won't get to König's end of the spectrum.
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