#barn owl wings this time around

[random-fandom-inserts]

Oswald

After your hippogriff injures his wing, you send a letter to your old friend Newt Scamander, asking for help. Will it spark up old feelings?

Newt Scamander x F!Reader

My first fic with him, so I apologize if it’s bad but for the release of Hogwart’s Legacy, I felt the need to try💖

He hasn’t seen or heard from you in years. Ever since you guys left Hogwarts, contact with each other kind of faded. You’ve been busy with magical beasts, like him, going to remote locations to do so, even discovering a new one. As a Ravenclaw, he knows that your studies matter before all else, but Newt hoped that you guys would keep some sort of contact.

Of course, he could’ve sent you something, but he was too nervous.

Newt had a crush on you back when you guys were fifth years. You seem to care for creatures just like he did. He’s always wanted to say something, but he was too shy. Then you guys grew up and Newt became busy with his own work. Right now, he was back in America after his brother pulled some tough strings to allow him to travel internationally again.

“What’ll it be this time Newt?” Jacob asked his friend from behind the counter. The magizoologist was in the bakery, leaning against the counter with his case by his feet. Deep in thought, he jumped a bit at the voice.

“O-Oh...just the usual, Jacob.” Newt said while also bending down to clip shut one of the locks on his case, which flipped open for a second,

“Oh come on. But that’s so boring.” The man before him tried to push Newt to get something else, anything that he has put more time into, but the wizard wouldn’t have it.

“My usual, please.” Newt said while flashing a tiny smile. Jacob just sighed before grabbing him a blueberry muffin. He grabbed the baked good and began to unwrap when the sudden sound of something hitting the window startled both him, Jacob, and every other customer in the building. Turning around, Newt recognized your owl sliding down the glass. 

He quickly rushed outside, where your owl had come to its senses. The bird fluffed its feathers a bit as Newt offered his arm as a perch. The owl flew up there and landed, and that’s when the wizard realized there was a note tied to its leg. 

With shaky hands, he undid and read the letter...

“Newt! Where are you going?” Jacob voiced when the wizard rushed back into the bakery and grabbed his suitcase before rushing out again. Your owl has since vanished.

“I need to get to Scotland.” Newt replied, not stopping his gait. As he left the store, Jacob continued to follow, mumbling “Scotland” under his breath with a confused face. However, as he was wondering about that, Newt was already far ahead of him.

“Wait! Newt! Aren’t you gonna pay-” Jacob called out, but Newt had pulled out his wand and apparated.

“...Never mind.” He then mumbled before walking back into his bakery, trying to calm the public down while also generating loud excuses as for what just happened...

Newt landed in a forest. Based on the smell and surrounding vegetation, he would say that he reached his destination. Your letter said that you would be in this area, so he began walking. It didn’t state much besides that you had an injured creature on your hands. He didn’t know what he would be walking into, but at least his case would have everything that he might need. A small chirp in his pocket made him look down to see a dazed and confused Pickett.

“Sorry about that Pickett. Nearly there I believe.” Newt said to the bowtruckle, looking down. 

Around a half hour or so, Newt left the cover of the trees and found himself on a dirt path. Upon following it for a bit, he was led to a grassy clearing that had a broken-down wooden cabin and barn. But that wasn’t what caught his attention and stole his breath away.

An onyx-colored hippogriff was laying in front of the barn with you by its side, gently stroking its feathers.

“H-Hello Y/N...” Newt said nervously, catching your attention. You looked over at him and it stole his breath away. You were still just as beautiful as all those years ago if not more so.

“It’s good to see you again Newt.” You said softly, smiling a bit. The hippogriff next to you lifted its head, noticing the wizard. Newt set his case down and lowered his body slightly in a bow, but the hippogriff didn’t seem to care as it got to its feet and hissed at him.

“Oswald! Stop!” You shouted at the beast as he clawed at the ground. Newt bowed even more in hopes it would appease the hippogriff and keep it from attacking, remaining calm as he did so. 

But as the hippogriff spread open his wings to show dominance, he squawked in pain before falling back to his feet, where you began to pet him again.

“What happened to him?” Newt asked, concern for your beast overtaking any nervousness he has around you. Upon further inspection, he realized that the hippogriff’s left wing was bent awkwardly. You scootched a bit so he could crouch down next to you.

Close to you.

“He likes to fly, but I can’t always be with him. One time when he went out, he didn’t return for a while. Finally came back, but on foot. I noticed the wing and how his behavior changed each time I touched it.” You explained to him, keeping Oswald calm as Newt examined it. Your hippogriff seemed to calm down, sensing now that you trust this man to help him.

“I’m not to good with injured beasts, especially wings, I thought that you would know what to do...and I knew it would be nice to see you again.” You said with a smile, petting Oswald’s flank as the hippogriff shut his eyes. Newt nearly stopped breathing at your words but managed to compose himself for the sake of the injured creature in front of him.

“Yes, me too, I also am...I mean, I do know how to help him.” Newt struggled with his words, causing you to giggle a bit and his face to flush red.

A bit of prodding and beak-snapping later, Newt managed to secure and set your hippogriff’s wing. Give him around a month or more, and he’ll be back up in the skies in no time. A broken wing was indeed the culprit.

“Oswald...is he yours?” Newt asked as he watched the hippogriff sniff and bite at the work that was done on his wing. You were shoving his head away each time but nodded to answer the question.

“I saved his life and in turn...he saved mine.” It was all that you told him, and Newt didn’t pry. He knows that look in your eyes because he’s had it himself. Oswald was taken by poachers, probably like some other hippogriffs that weren’t so lucky. Newt didn’t even want to imagine what he looked like before you saved him.

Perhaps you could tell him the full story some other time.

“Anyway, what’s been up with you?” Your tone changed from one of sad to one of joy, and the smile was back on your face. Newt has been waiting for a chance to catch up with you, and here it was. He told you all about his travels, America, and so forth. All the creatures he discovered, Pickett popping out to say hello at this point, making you giggle. In turn, you’ve told him how busy you’ve been exploring and studying creatures. He was eager to hear about the new creature you discovered. Tanukisunes (created by yours truly), name meaning something along the lines of “tricksters”, which resembled foxes with multiple tails while having beautiful navy blue fur. Apparently, they like to trick travelers and steal their belongings, guiding them off the path until they are utterly lost. But they aren’t cruel, guiding the lost traveler back to their path after they’ve had their fun-granted, with some items missing.

“Sounds like they’d get along well with my niffler.” Newt said and you laughed, nodding. The two of you then watched Oswald, who has now gotten on his feet, eyeing the both of you, but Newt in particular, this stranger who you seemed to trust.

You guys watched as the hippogriff took a couple steps forward. Ready to intervene, you stood up, Newt mimicking your actions. However, Oswald did something you weren’t expecting.

He bowed.

“It seems Oswald has taken a liking to you after all. Trusts you as much as I do.” You said softly to Newt, causing the wizard to smile to himself at your words. He seemed to shift on his weight as your hippogriff got to his feet. Newt was nervous about something he was going to ask.

“I-I’m happy to hear that about Oswald because...” He hesitated a bit, swallowing nervously.

“Yes?” You urged him gently. Oswald walked over and nudged his shoulder, encouraging the wizard slightly. Pickett poked his head out and began to chatter incoherently, trying to persuade Newt to speak up. He was grateful for the creatures, feeling comfort from their actions.

“Because it’s not safe out here, and...I think it would be best for me to keep an eye on Oswald...j-just until his wing heals so...maybe you could come with me? There’s room.” Newt offered before gesturing towards his case. He was expecting you to hesitate before saying you were too busy, but you just smiled.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

The smile that spread across his face was enough to make any woman’s heart soar. Pickett chattered in delight, causing you to give him an odd look with a smile. Newt covered up the bowtruckle and gently shoved him back in his pocket. Oswald nuzzled you and you pet his beak in response. 

“You’re very sweet, you know that?” You told him with a blush on your face.

“It’s because of you Y/N...always.” Newt told you, smiling softly. Oswald gave you guys looks before swishing his tail a bit, wanting to get on his merry way with you guys. So, Newt opened his case, and the hippogriff took a running leap into it, disappearing inside the larger space hidden within. Relief went in you to know he was safe now.

“After you.” He said politely.

“Such a gentleman.” You teased lightly before going into the case. However, before you disappeared entirely, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered lovingly, and then you went in, the case clicking shut behind you. 

Newt was glad you vanished because you missed the lovestruck smile that he couldn’t wipe off his face. And knowing that you might care for him back made him a bit giddy. However, he was mostly relieved to know that you and your hippogriff were safe and sound with him. It was creatures that introduced you guys to each other, and now it was creatures that brought you together again. In the end, maybe creatures will bring you guys together for good.

But for now, Newt knows he has to return to America, with you in tow this time.

He still has to pay Jacob for that muffin.

#fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts imagines #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander imagine

[laughableillusions]

Random Jareth HCs

I talk so much abt him and I have some silly ideas :3c

If he stays in owl form too long he has some trouble changing back. He gets kind of stuck a bit between. He chitters like a barn owl in “human” form, can screech like one if mad. There’s feathers in his hair, and sometimes he still has bird-feet. The worst case was when his arms were still big useless wings. It goes away after a while but he’s impatient as hell and will sulk about it and punish anyone who dares laugh at him for his chicken feet.

Jareth actually runs cold. He can change his body temperature if needed, but it’s very surface level. Usually he’s around room temperature (like a corpse). Cuddling or any close physical contact will warm his body up.

His hands are strangely rough under his gloves, they’re rough and hard like stone. He almost never removes his gloves because his touch alone can cause serious magic shit to happen if he isn’t careful. The glamour he uses to keep his more human form doesn’t really extend to his hands for whatever reason (his truest form is made of stone), so he wears gloves to sort of hide it.

Music lover, I mean duh. He sings and dances ofc, but he actually knows very little about modern music. His knowledge of humanity is still stuck in the 18th century. While he would like the idea of things like CD players and MP3 players etc etc, he will always prefer live performances, be it himself or watching someone else. He would probably go to a lot of concerts just to see what the music vibe is these days.

Doesn’t do well in human crowds. A masquerade ball in his castle is one thing, it’s his realm, it’s other fae. But you put him in a shopping mall or grocery store??? He is not having a good time. Mostly because he sees most humans as beneath him (except for the few he decides are special little princesses/princes lol). Modern humans apparently have a stench to him, and he finds it disgusting when “in concentration.”

He can make any small child stop crying however. If Toby proved anything it showed how good with kids Jareth is. He can entertain any small child with ease. Though it starts to freak the parents out when he starts talking about how much he wants to steal them away from their mothers. The man loves kids, and hopes one day he can actually keep a human baby to raise as his own.

Unbearably physically clingy. Like…unbearably. He’d be attached to his lover like a parasite whenever they try to go anywhere without him. If he can’t touch you, he’s standing behind you with his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching you. Like Jesus Christ man back up you’re not gonna go anywhere‼️‼️

Has a jealousy problem as well. With his stuff and his lovers. You do not touch his stuff without asking him, or until he lends it to you. With romantic jealousy, it’s about the same. Nobody touches what he deems his. He has enough dignity not to cause a public scene, but will glare at anyone who dares flirt with his lover- or if he thinks your not paying attention to him enough, he will give you the cold shoulder until you shove him aside and ask him what the fuck is going on.

Enjoys playing mind games. Though he’s too much of a romantic to do things that would really hurt you, at least intentionally. But his fae nature gives him a bastard side that sometimes can’t help it. But really, he would hate to actually fight with you. The last thing he wants is for you to be genuinely upset, and so will bend over backwards to keep you happy.

Speaking of that, Jareth is 100% a doormat to the ones he loves. He’s been alone for centuries (if not more). And any hope of validation he will chase like a kicked puppy. But everything he does, he expects something in return. (ex: I am exhausted by your expectations of me, isn’t that generous?) Fae are deal makers after all, and so he will create a beautiful ideallic place for you to live…but in return he expects your devotion and loyalty. It seems like a small price, until it isn’t. Sometimes, in exchange for a favor he does for you, he will ask for something in return (be it a task, or an a object).

As hedonistic and mischievous as he is, Jareth is quite emotionally intelligent. His age gives him wisdom, and sometimes it’s like he knows exactly just what to say. Humans have such predictable emotions after all, and he can use his knowledge of them as a form of manipulation if he wants/needs to. But to someone he loves, he would bring perfect comfort to. He will try and make you laugh, then ask if you want him to stay with you or leave you be, anything you ask if it would make you less upset and more comfortable he will do (doormat). If you want him to read you a bedtime story? Do a handstand? He’d fucking do it.

#Jareth #jareth the goblin king #labyrinth 1986 #labyrinth #headcanon post #jareth x reader #my headcanons

[breannasfluff]

Meet Malon, the barn owl! (with bonus Time)

Facts about Malon:

She's of Gerudo descent, although how far back is unclear.

She gets up EARLY to tend to the farm then goes back to bed for a couple hours. If she can nap during the early afternoon, she's happiest.

Barn Owl wings are not waterproof. Malon refuses to go out in the rain. Sometimes Time will go with her and shield her with his wing so her feathers stay dry.

She likes sneaking up on Time and scaring him; she's great at being stealthy. Malon has excellent hearing! Good luck keeping a secret around her

Barn owls mate for life! She or Time wouldn't want anyone else <3 They like to do aerial dances together. Time spoils her a lot.

Malon....cannot sing, outside of Epona's song. Go listen to a barn owl, I dare you.

Malon will mother the HECK out of the boys and ideally bury them in her wings (which are so soft and fluffy the Chain doesn't mind). She adopts them all on the spot.

Reference bird under the cut!

#i accidentally deleted the original post #lu wing bois #lu malon #lu time #breannasfluff #lu wing au #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu au #ocarina of time #malon #my art #malink #link x malon #legend of zelda

[greeenchrysanthemums]

Appearances for the GG rivals au character.

I am no artist, so these will simply be written descriptions with a few images thrown in here and there. These are all subject to change at any time, as well, since this is still in its early planning stages.

For Gem, I imagine she looks a lot like in this gorgeous fanart, except her dress has slits up the side to allow for easier movement and her hair is a low bun with a braid wrapping around the front of her head, like this.

Scott and Impulse wear armour similar to how applestruda draws it in her au, with their cloths in shades of teal and yellow. Scott, I like to imagine, has long, back length hair, that he wears down and covering one eye. Impulse has shortly cropped hair and two little nubby horns that are tipped in black, as well as sharp clawed hands. Scott's teeth are sharp; no one quite knows why.

Grian's eyes are entirely black like a barn owl's and his hands end in sharp talons rather than nails. He doesn't have wings, not anymore at least. He wears a high collared red tunic and brown trousers, but both are rarely seen past the heavy, ankle length, black cloak he hides himself under, which is held closed by a silver brooch in the shape of an eye. The cloak has a hood but he never wears it. He always seems to be sliming, whether that smile is devious or genuine is up for debate. The brooch looks something like this, minus the blue center and the circlular details

Scar wears a similar black cloak, held closed by the same brooch, though he wears his with the hood up, and it has red flower detailing on the hem (so, similiar to his secret life look but its a full cloak). His eyes are still green, though, and he has a single grey streak in his brown hair. His tunic and trousers under the cloak are both black and he wears his shirt just a little bit too open at the top. He also always wears a smile, but pretty much everyone can agree it is deceptively kind.

Mumbo and Etho wear matching outfits, claiming it is professional since they share a job, but it is something they choose to do not something that is required of them (they are just silly, really). I imagine they are simple outfits consisting of white tunics with black trousers and thick, leather aprons on top (mumbo's is red and etho's is green). They both wear goggles and thick gloves, as well as chunky boots, all for safety since they work with explosives. Etho wears a black bandana on his lower his face. His goggles replace his headband in this look, being what keeps his hair out of his face. His scared eye is missing entirely; he does not have a false eye, it is just an empty socket. Mumbo wears his goggles around his neck when they are not on his face.

Bdubs dresses similarly, minus the apron and goggles, since he works out in the garder. His shirt is white, and he has brown trousers. Over that he wears a thick cloak that is almost always covered in some manner of flora and/or mud. He completes the look with a wide brimmed hat to protect him from the sun.

Cleo is also dresses similarly to Etho and Mumbo but her apron is a plain brown that is stained with soot. Her tunic sleeves are always rolled up to show off her strong arms and she doesn't wear her safety gloves nearly as much as she should, and she forgoes eye protection entirely. One of her eyes is missing (surprisingly not related to the lack of protective wear), replaced with a glass eye of a slightly different shade of green than her organic eye. Her hair is pulled into a much messier bun than Gem's, with frizzy stray hairs going every direction.

Ren and Martyn look like how they are typically drawn in third life fanart. Ren's eyes are red, as well as blood shot, and he almost always appears angry.

Pearl wears a white tunic with flared sleeves tucked into a pair of high waisted black trousers. Over this she has a deep, red cloak that stops at her waist. She has a crescent moon shaped birth mark on the left side of her face. She carries a sword around her waist. Her hair is always down and messy under her hood.

Bigb just looks like a baker, I am not sure how to describe it. But he always seems to have flour stains on his clothes no matter how hard he tries to wipe it off. Big strong arms for him as well.

Skizz wears the same armour as Scott and impulse, and his underclothes are black. The sleeves of his tunic are ripped off and he does not wear his gauntlets. He refuses to elaborate on why. He is a dove avian.

Tango wears a short sleeved red tunic and black trousers with big chunky boots. His hands are clawed, and his ears are pointed; both are tipped in a red to black gradient. His eyes are entirely red. He has a long tail that ends in a tuff of fire that doesn't seem to have any real heat.

Jimmy wears a blue tunic with a brown vest over it. Brown trousers and chunky boots. His sleeves are always rolled up and he is always covered in some manner of dirt, both because of the work he does on the farm, and from being very clumsy. He has bull horns, one of which is chipped. He also has a tail.

I still don't have set roles for joel and lizzie just yet so they do not have designs in mind either, unfortunately.

#GG rivals au #geminitay #grian #hermitcraft #life series

[moonlit-dreamers]

*sighs loudly* so i Was going to draw them but turns out my own design is too difficult for me to draw. but i'll be making this post anyway bc this au has been cooking for so long i might as well!

Featherless Flight AU

aka dca avian au where these fucks r BIRDS

(disclaimer this is a sun x moon au. it also deals with heavy themes such as child abuse, death, violence, and. ya know. wutever tws come with the apocalypse (also these will not be talked about in detail in this post))

nothing robotic in them. just feathers, blood, and bones. a lot of that stuff may be lost or break throughout their story! but lemme at least tell u wut they look like (without having my own drawings OTL (i only have a ref for their faces (which im not confident of)))

a quick note for both of their designs, they r both Fully Covered in feathers, including their arms and faces (yes they have arms And wings). the only places that dont have feathers is their lower legs and hands. they have anthropomorphic legs. and their face shape is also similar to a barn owl, as shown here (ignore the lack of mouths, idk wut to give them)

suns design! he has the coloring and general design of a sun conure. hes full of bright reds and yellows, tho the green is replaced with a bit of blue. he has multiple crests around his head that fluff up similar to a cockatiel but theyre in a way that make it look like rays. in the drawing above is wut they look like without their crests raised; that is their default. suns feet r grasping feet which r 2 toes in the front and 2 in the back. sun has high speed wings so aes a lot faster. (if u dont know wut any of this means i recommend u look it up, im a bird nerd) sun is also specifically an omnivore (them having different diets is actually plot relevant)

moons design next. moon is the color of a hyacinth macaw tho his anatomy is closer to an owl. he has one large crest on his head like a cockatoo. its also colorblind! since its anatomy is based mainly off of owls, for moons ability to see at night means he can see less colors. and bc hes more sensitive at night his eyes r always half closed in light, making it look sleepy despite being fully awake. moon has raptor feet with 3 toes in the front and 1 in the back. xis claws r also much larger than suns. moon has passive soaring wings which is better for longer flights. and moon is a carnivore :)

theres also an eclipse but their design is an enigma to me even in my own mind

but back to sun and moon! if anyone is curious moon uses he/it/xe pronouns while sun uses he/it/ae pronouns. they r both aroace and love each other deeply (qpr babyyyyy). sun is genderfluid while moon doesnt give a shit (agender).

sun is more bubbly and energetic. very much high energy bouncing off the walls. hes the kind of optimist where u cant tell if their "bright side"s r trying to help or be condescending. its a master at back handed compliments. heavily a perfectionist and will reach the point of screaming fits if wut he doesnt isnt perfect. ae has a lot of self image issues. ae hides a lot of aers lack of self confidence and doubt behind a wall of "im the best", tho that wall can crash very easily. a bit of a flirt, but mainly bc he just enjoys seeing how ppl react. he takes compliments from everyone but moons compliments r always the best

moon is lower energy and calmer. at least, he acts like it. hes more reserved and if it wasnt for sun he wouldnt have any friends or talk to ppl at all. he fears abandonment and sun is the only person who has stayed with him this whole time and is the only person he truly trusts. is very aggressive towards anyone it doesnt know. despite being shorter than sun (hes 6ft while sun is 7ft) it definitely does a good job at intimidating ppl. over time when xe becomes comfortable with someone xe will eventually calm down and show a bit of a softer side to them. when xes actually calm and likes someone xe can be a bit... chaotic :)

im honestly not sure where ill start their story since ive already thought about their childhood but i also wanna write about their adulthood as well. the story of their childhood mainly deals with the abuse they went through, then with adulthood theyre shoved into an apocalypse bc... y not :) (btw the apocalypse is mainly just bc ive been enjoying apocalypse aus a Lot lately and wanna write one. the child abuse is for their development and to show y they act the way they do. while it will be fun to write their development, i am by no means saying abuse is okay and this topic will be treated carefully and seriously.)

oh theyre also nd as Fuck

but yeah. these r my babies! i hope to at some point start writing the fic so i can show it to u all, but im already in the process of writing another fic, which will be coming out soon!

#birdcage rambles #birdcage scribbles #sundrop #moondrop #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #dca au #avian au #featherless flight au #btw the name 'featherless flight' actually has a deeper meaning :) #sundrop fnaf #moondrop fnaf #sun x moon #guys pls ur gays r here/j #also idk if theres gonna be a yn... #im very conflicted if im gonna throw one in there or not #bc i already have another au with a yn thats fully fleshed out and im like 'mm yes i like this one' #but any yn added here could be a bit... sloppy? #idk i need to plan this au more thoroughly #SPECIFICALLY their adulthood #but anyway #enjoy the gays

[goldencherriess]

Incandescent || Chapter one.

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N receives a very strange letter.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, Hagrid being his lovely self

Series masterlist || Main masterlist

The letter came unannounced. 

On her 11th birthday, Y/N was awakened by the sound of tapping against the window. Her eyelids fluttered against the pristine, white pillow case (it still smelled like detergent from the night before) and she blinked against the warm sunlight. The sight greeting her woke her up instantly. A majestic barn owl was blinking at her, hooting in the air, its wings flapping as if to get her attention. A letter on a string was attached to its left, slender leg. Y/N rubbed her eyes, not really believing what she was seeing. Impatient, the owl, once again, tapped the window with its beak. 

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” 

Y/N hurled the duvet off her body, a million needles piercing her bare shoulders now that the cold wind swamped her up. She opened the window and the owl settled itself on her bedpost, sticking its leg to her. “Is this for me?” Y/N asked, suddenly aware that an owl was in her room. In response, the owl blinked at her and flapped its wings impatiently. “Alright, don’t make too much noise! My parents are still asleep and I don’t want to get into trouble. Today is my birthday, you see. And-” her voice died in her throat when she finally read what was written on the letter.

A scarlet seal was gleaming against the first rays of sunshine and a string of cursive letters were gazing back at her in emerald ink. 

Miss Y/I L/N

The bright bedroom on the second floor

16, Victoria Street,

Rochester

Kent

In a flash her eyes were wide like saucers and she raised her head to look into the owl’s. “Who’s this from? You know, don’t you?” 

The owl hooted before starting to pick at its feathers out of boredom. Y/N turned the letter around, and she read outloud what was written on the other side.”Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magic? But there’s no such thing as magic, is there?” Just as she said it, a boom was heard all around the house, the door from her bedroom shaking in its hinges. 

Turning on her heels, still gripping the letter, she raced out of the room and down the stairs, passing the family photos hung on the walls, all the way to the front door. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that greeted her. An eleven feet, bearded man was struggling to go through the front, cherrywood door. “Hello there!”

“Hi”, replied Y/N meekly, turning to look if her parents were awakened by the commotion. 

With a few more grunts, the man managed to enter the hallway, his back hunched and the door crooked. “There we go. Sorry abou’ tha’. Quite a small  door, isn’ it?”.  

Y/N blinked up at him, his tall figure blocking the sunlight from entering through the door window. She would have said that the door was quite the right size, big enough for her, and surely big enough for her father who was the tallest man she had ever met up until that moment, but her voice was stuck somewhere in her throat. 

A hoot travelled down the stairs and the barn owl flew down, coming to a rest on the bearded man’s shoulder. Chuckling, his eyes wrinkled and he peered down at Y/N. “Ah, yeh musta received the letter already! Great news, eh?”

Y/N glanced down at the wrinkled letter in her sweaty hands, before she gazed up at the stranger. “Is it you who sent it?”

The man’s smile dropped suddenly, his eyebrows hiding in his bushy hair. “Me? Merlin’s beard, no! I’m on’y gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall sends the letters under the supervision o’ professor Dumbledore, one o’ the greatest wizards o’ all time. But your aunt and uncle have told yeh all ‘bout tha’, haven’ they?”

Y/N opened her mouth in confusion, but the sound of steps coming down the stairs stopped any word from coming out of it. A very dishevelled, night coat wearing mother and a barely awake, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the windows, father stopped at the bottom of the stairs. “Sweetheart, why aren’t you in bed? It’s still very early-” 

“Good mornin’!” greeted the stranger in a thick, but cheery voice.

For a split second, Y/N thought that her mother recognized the stranger in their hallway, but as fast as the sparkle of familiarity came in her eyes, it disappeared. She turned to look at her father, who still seemed to be asleep. 

“Good morning. Uh, I’m sorry, who are you?” asked her father in a gruff, morning voice.

“Oh, where are me manners? Me name’s Rubeus Hagrid, gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Came here ter talk ter your niece, o’ course. The time has come, if yeh get wha’ I mean” winked Hagrid joyfully. 

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, turning to look at her mother. “What is he talking about?”

“Yer a witch, Y/N.”

Upon hearing this string of words, Y/N stilled, only turning her gaze onto the bushy haired man. He was grinning, and she would have smiled back if it weren’t for the shock overtaking her body, freezing it. The room was quiet, beside the owl hooting calmly on Hagrid’s shoulders. “I’m a what?”

“A witch. And a bloody good one at that. Yer the L-”

“No! She doesn’t need to know yet. She’s too young,” interrupted her mother.

A gasp escaped Y/N’s lips. “You knew?!”

Her mother’s eyes softened, and she took a step towards her daughter. “We suspected it. You were too different from the other kids in the neighbourhood.”

“It became clear when you made it rain in the kitchen,” her father added, now wide awake.

Y/N remembered the incident. Vividly. She remembered feeling confused and angry, and then droplets of water hit her forehead and hair. Her parents blamed it on faulty piping, but she didn’t dismiss it that easily. Not when more accidents like that one continued to occur. 

“But, there’s no such thing as magic, is there?” she said in a quiet voice, her mind still trying to make sense of it all.

“O’ course it does! Watch this!” replied Hagrid. 

He raised his pink umbrella, of which Y/N was taking notice for the first time, to the statuette, and a golden light flashed. It hit the porcelain shepherd boy her mother bought a few years back from a vintage fair. In a flurry of life, the boy smiled at her, and his legs started moving on their own accord, as much as the Irish would. Y/N’s face lit up, her eyes widening in wonder. She turned to look at Hagrid, who was already looking at her, a mischievous twinkle in his gaze. “How’d you do that?!” she questioned him.

He laughed. “Yeh’ll get ter learn at Hogwarts. It would be wise not mention anyone 'bout this. I'm not allowed ter do magic, especially not in front o' Muggles.”

“Muggles?” furrowed Y/N.

“Non-magic folk.”

“But then…” She turned to her parents. “How did you know?”

Her mother suddenly turned white as a sheet. She put her arms around herself. “My brother… he was one.”

Confusion settled once again in Y/N’s heart. She never heard her mother speak of a brother before. There was never one in the family photographs. No videos of him. No letters.  She never knew she even had an uncle. It seemed as though he was a taboo. Never to be mentioned, never to be brought up. Never to be remembered. 

Hagrid’s thick voice cut through the heavy silence. “What, she don' know? Yeh never told her?! Arthur was a hero! An' yeh haven' told her 'bout 'im? Wha' abou’ Aurora, yeh haven' told her 'bout her either?”

Her mother turned red in the face. Y/N remembered the times when a lousy neighbour would try to pry in and her mother would turn red just as now, before resorting to yelling. Y/N braced herself for what was to come. 

“I couldn’t! You must understand, she was too young, still is-”

“She deserves ter know the truth!”

“I was too afraid to tell her!”

“Tell me what?” inquired Y/N timidly. 

The silence that followed settled heavily on the girl’s shoulders. She watched her mother carefully, trying to see through her. She was met with nothing. The warm light was now blinding her and she turned to look at the shepherd boy, who stopped dancing a long time ago. The answer came to her instantly when she caught sight of the photograph on the mantelpiece, near the porcelain statuette. It was taken on her 9th birthday, when no one she had invited came, no kids from school, no kids from happy-go-lucky families in the neighbourhood. She was bearing a crooked smile, missing a front tooth. Her mother on one side, holding the chocolate, love-made cake, her father on the other side, holding her by the shoulders. His glasses were slightly crooked, her fault, as she loved to play with him. A happy family. An innocent lie. She now realised she didn’t look  like her mother, nor like her father. “I’m not a Fletcher?” she said in disbelief, her voice barely a whisper. 

She heard Hagrid shift on his toes on the handmade carpet, a rather hoarse murmur travelling to her ears. “I shouldn' have said tha'...”

“Of course you’re still a Fletcher,” said her aunt, her wrinkly hand coming to rest on Y/N’s shoulder. “Just as I always will be your aunt and just as Henry will always be your uncle. But before everything and above all, you are your father’s daughter. Arthur’s.” She turned Y/N around, now peering into her eyes. “And when the time is right, I will tell you everything.”

A sadness was swirling in Y/N’s eyes and she had to blink against the tears to meet her aunt’s gaze. She nodded her head before casting her gaze onto the wrinkled letter in her hand. 

“Tha’s for yeh. Open it,” urged Hagrid, smiling down to her. 

With shaky hands, she tore off the scarlet, crimson seal and took out the aged, yellowish paper. 

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear miss L/N,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

Please find an enclosed list of all of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1st of September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July. 

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress

To say she was trembling was an understatement. She was in disbelief, little shock waves raising her neck hair on end. Despite that, though, a surge of excitement was travelling through her body like a warm liquid, all the way to her heart and she found herself grinning. She raised her gaze and looked at Hagrid.

“Told yeh,”  he simply said, returning her grin.

She laughed, before making eye contact with her aunt. “And dad was also a wizard? Mum too?”

Her aunt only nodded, her eyes full of unspoken words and emotion. 

“We'll have ter get your school books an' equipment, o' course. All the bes' stuff are found on Diagon Alley. I shall take yeh there meself, Dumbledore's orders.”

Y/N could almost jump up and down in excitement. “When?”

“Tomorrow is as good as any,” replied Hagrid winking. “Oh, I almost forgot!” He searched his pockets before he pulled out a small present. He handed it to Y/N and she took it with an inquiring look. 

Whatever was inside, was poorly wrapped. The wrapping paper was split in some places and wrinkled all around, but she could tell it was made with love and care. She pulled on the string and a small, handmade pair of earrings fell onto her hands. Made with baby pinecones, still green, the earrings shined against her face. “I used slug slime fer the shine, the bes' glitter. Unless yeh use unicorn blood, but we don' do tha' here,” explained Hagrid, anxiously watching her.

She only grinned, choosing to wear them proudly. “Thanks, Hagrid. I love them.”

She could swear she saw the giant, bubbly man blush. “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

Happy birthday, indeed. 

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A/N: Here's the first chapter of my very very long Harry Potter journey (yes, I'm planning to do all the seven years, I shall have patience)! This boy does not get enough love and I'm here to write some for him.

Thank you so much for reading! Any kind of feedback is very much appreciated! If you'd like to be added to my main tag list or the series tag list, drop a comment or send me an ask!

Lots and lots of love xx

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[birdmitosis]

I have been trying to figure out my designs for the Voices for my various fics, and I think I've figured a lot of stuff out! Little details might change from fic to fic if I feel something might work better, but descriptions of what I'm going with mainly are under the cut:

Broken: Feathered face and a cracked crow-like beak. Has one brown eye and one yellow eye, with no pupils. Smooth but dull feathers which they over-preen; said feathers are black on their head, throat, wings, arms and legs, but their neck and the rest of their body have grey feathers, like a hooded crow. Their wings have been clipped but they've plucked at those feathers so much that it might not be obvious at first. Their horn tufts at the top of their head are slight enough to practically not be there, giving them a head shape that's almost more barn owl than horned owl. Cheated: Feathered face and a grey, almost jackdaw-shaped beak. Has blue eyes with pupils. Her feathers are smooth and have a healthy shine, but everywhere but on her wings they're almost more brown than black. Has the horn tufts at the top of her head. Cold: No beak and no feathers on their face; it's scaled like their arms/hands and legs/feet. Has white eyes with no pupils. Their feathers have a duller shine than some of the others, and are a bit poofier especially around the neck area in the way that raven feathers are, and while mostly black they have definite white patches as if they're partially leucistic, especially on their wings. Has the horn tufts as well. Contrarian: Wears a mask most of the time because of course they've gotta be extra. It's white and almost plague doctor-y with the beak and all, but under it Contrarian doesn't have a beak (and with that scaled face with no feathers). Their eyes are such a dark brown they're almost black, and it's a little hard to tell that they have pupils at all. They have more raven-like poofy feathers as well with a healthy shine, with the slight white coloring of a collared crow. Has small horn tufts. Hero: No beak and no feathers on their scaled face. Has white eyes, but with pupils. Their feathers could use some preening but are smooth and healthy, and they have horn tufts just like the Protagonist's. Almost a "default" design. Hunted: Has a feathered face and a beak, but it's a beak that's more owl-like; its feathers are outright brown, and usually puffed up. It has black and white eyespots on its wings and the back of its head, and sizeable head tufts. Its eyes are yellow and have pupils (usually very wide pupils), but in certain types or angles or flashes of light they look pupilless and red. Opportunist: No beak and no feathers on his scaled face. Has yellow eyes, with no pupils, that don't do the red thing Hunted's eyes do. Other than the eyes, he looks a lot like a pied crow, including with a white "vest" of otherwise smooth, shiny black feathers. Has the horn tufts. Paranoid: No beak and no feathers on her scaled face. Has orange eyes with pupils (usually quite constricted). Her feathers are a bit of a disaster; they're all black like any crow's but she over-preens and plucks them, especially her wings, and it's at the point where she can't fly despite not having clipped wings like Broken. Has sizeable horn tufts. Sceptic: Has a feathered face and a beak that's more like a raven's, and feathers that are more like a raven's too. Has brown eyes without pupils. His feathers are healthy if a bit unkempt, and again a bit more raven-like, and he also has the horn tufts. Smitten: No beak and no feathers on his scaled face; he has blue eyes with no pupils and all of his feathers are quite shiny and beautifully kept. Very smooth crow-like feathers for the most part, though his throat and chest feathers are a bit floofy, and he also has the horn tufts. Again, mostly a more "default" design but with some "romantic" flourishes. Stubborn: Has a beak like a hawk and no feathers on his scaled face, giving him a more dragon-like countenance. This is only helped along by the fact that he has yellow eyes with slitted pupils, and the "horn tufts" are instead actual horns that match his black feathers. The pattern on his feathers also sort of resembles that of a black banded owl, giving those also a slightly scale-like look.

I am also undecided if I want to give each Voice some element of their respective Princess (or one of them). If so:

Broken's yellow eye has that inner glow that The Tower and The Apotheosis's eyes had. This one is not subtle. (The clipped wings are also arguably an element and they ARE more subtle.)

Cheated is just overall spikier, something that she of course got from The Razor... Her claws and beak are sharper than the others'; her wings' primary feathers are sharper-looking, as are the tips of her horn tufts; her pupils are even also slitted like Stubborn's are. This isn't particularly subtle. (Thanks to @mochiandturtlesisheretoo for this super cool idea!!)

Part of Cold's leucism would take the form of the The Spectre and The Wraith's knife scar on his chest. This one is not subtle.

Arguably, Contrarian's mask gives him "more than one face" like The Stranger? This one is subtle.

Hero… I'm not sure. Might not just be default like The (Default) Princess but I'm not sure what else it could be.

Either Hunted has patterns of slightly lighter brown on its chest that look almost like a ribcage like The Wounded Wild AND/OR its big ear tufts resemble The Den's ears in size and shape. The first one isn't subtle; the second one is.

Opportunist has The Witch's tail, except black and feathery. This one's easy. It's also not subtle.

Paranoid has markings in the scales around her eyes that are reminiscent of The Nightmare's "eyelashes," and maybe even the cracks on her face, as well as probably dark circles around her eyes. This one is not subtle.

Skeptic has slightly darker black markings around his wrists, and an even darker one around his neck, like The Prisoner's manacles. This one is subtle.

Smitten has poofy, ruffly looking feathers at his arms that are reminiscent of The Damsel's poofier, frillier little sleeves. This one is subtle.

Stubborn has The Adversary's horns, just black. This one, again, is easy. It's also not subtle.

#slay the princess #slay the princess spoilers #headcanons #character design #fanfic #fanfiction #the voices #mmm i'm not filling up all the tags tho so i'm not tagging any further

[nova--spark]

Meet Albanoct, an archivist of the Iacon Hall of Records, who’s Alt Mode is that of a Barn Owl.

Known to be quite hard working, yet reclusive, Albanoct, more commonly referred to Alba, is actually quite friendly in contrast to the rather quiet image most other archive workers portray.

Her days spent doing everything from data entries, research, organizing exhibits, relic preservation and the odd events and tours of the Hall of Records, Alba enjoyed her line of work.

Not to mention, her wings made it quite a game, zipping around the archives to gather necessary articles, and dodging the odd moving shelf or two every so often, made for quick reflexes for the flier.

However, at the same time, due to her line of work, and the countless hours the semi-nocturnal bot spent within the archives at the order of her superiors, Alba did not often leave said space.

Those that did befriend her, did not last long as her friends, as they found her endless rambling on topics she researched to be quite boring and incessant, to the point she really only ever had 2 friends who stayed the longest: Data Clerk Orion Pax whom she often worked with, and Radix, the data specialist she worked closely with.

Both however, as the story goes, would leave the archives onto greater things.

Combined with her fear of public speaking at events hosted or ceremonies, Alba chose to simply remain to herself. That loneliness did not stop her sunny disposition though, as she would go above and beyond when asked to research.

Recently, with a few trips to Earth and reports submitted for historical records, Alba has even taken the hobby of writing a manuscript, for Cybertronians visiting the planet

#mun’s potato doodles #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #tf oc #transformers oc #tf astray verse #stray stars

[oldsargasso]

pit babe daemons

I'm physically incapable of being in a fandom without making a daemon au. I'm not exactly actively writing this, but I couldn't stop thinking about it so here we are. (also it's always a fun test of my willpower to not give everyone a bird. 2/13 I am a master of restraint.)

(warning for spiders and snakes just in case!)

Babe:

beautiful pit viper (trimeresurus venustus) (I couldn't resist). like most snakes, scary on the outside and a sweetheart underneath. not the most aggressive but strikes fast with a venomous bite. also imagine Babe in his tank top with a snake draped over his neck. exactly.

charlie:

Appenzeller Sennenhund. cheerful, energetic, smart. fearless when it comes to protecting their family. very loyal! of course puppy Charlie has a dog daemon.

Way:

eastern barn owl (Tyto javanica stertens). fiercely territorial, secretive. incredible hunter. intelligent! also in folklore owls are either good (symbol of wisdom) or bad (omen of death and doom to come) which speaks to the dichotomy of Way.

Pete:

spotted-winged fruit bat (Balionycteris maculata). tends to be solitary. not a predator. they don’t echolocate but find food using keen sense of smell and eyesight, and they have an unusual dental formation compared to other fruit bats. (<- I can't explain why that is Pete to me but trust me.) smallest of the megabats but still a megabat which I think reflects the corporate side of things nicely.

Kenta:

cocker spaniel. loyal loyal loyal. easily trained. meant for hunting. good with kids lol. also in HDM servants tended to have dog daemons. LOYAL.

Kim:

siberian weasel (Mustela sibirica). intrepid and intelligent. sociable when it suits. will fight you and likely bite you. look at that little lady and tell me that's not Kim.

North:

dhole (Cuon alpinus). highly sociable and adaptive. noisy (likes to chat) but also uses complex body language.  dholes don't engage in dominance displays and aren't super territorial, which I think reflects North's easy-going nature.

Sonic:

blue crested lizard (Calotes mystaceus). colourful! not very dangerous but still has teeth and claws. quick and crafty. I originally thought butterfly for Sonic but he needed something more substantial. also she definitely hitches a ride on North's daemon all the time.

Dean:

tiger shrike (Lanius tigrinus). solitary, shy and predatory. shrikes kill by impaling their prey on the nearest pointy object, which I think mirrors the way Dean went for the hammer well. also not a particularly flashy bird. (but still beautiful in the way all birds are beautiful!!)

Winner:

electric blue tarantula (Chilobrachys natanicharum). opportunistic, defensive, kind of a show-off. will ‘hiss’ when provoked. but not the most dangerous spider around. also I think Winner deserves a little blue in his life.

Alan:

banded linsang (Prionodon linsang) male daemon - low sexual dimorphism in this species so not everyone notices but it’s just something else that pings a little odd about alan. generally solitary and not well-known. a predator still.

Jeff:

veined labyrinth butterfy (Neope pulaha). clever, excellent vision, weak fliers. Jeff is a mystery to most, hence labyrinth. I think Jeff is served well by a daemon that can be easily hidden and/or overlooked.

+ bonus Tony:

giant hawker dragonfly (Tetracanthagyna plagiata). dragonflies are the world’s most efficient predator. but at the end of the day it’s just an insect. as with Jeff, it suits Tony to have a hidden daemon.

#pit babe #fic ideas #not me finishing all my research and then realising I’d forgotten about alan and jeff my bad!! #daemon au is obviously still omegaverse #I don't think daemons have a dynamic as such beyond what their connection to their person is #did I spend 2 hours on this instead of finishing my winnerdean fic? perhaps. don't look at me. #I did give all their daemons names as well but maybe I'll save them for the actual fic

[unagidevi]

WHIMSICAL DREAMSWAP FACTS REVISED (whs ds for short) + long post

-Nightmare goes by Nightmare, Man of the Moon, Man IN the moon and Akli. He doesn’t care what you call him as long as it’s something along the stars and moon.

-Nightmare helps people, or well, better should say- monsters like Blue to escape the JR and to have safety.

-Nightmare is based on a crow, despite looking like an elf he has wings that hide under his cloak for the most part so usually he can get away with being in villages if the wanted posters aren’t plastered around.

-Nightmare and Error work together to help others and their emotions to be a little better after the JR attack, like now they are working with Blue.

-Nightmare loves spicy foods, but he also likes savory food. He also tends to test the limits of his cooking and has Cross eat it for him as the test subject.

 (Cross does not mind, and actually enjoys it even if it’s really bad)

-Nightmare can play the ukulele and the violin, he tried to learn bass but he wasn’t very good at it and he didn’t have any space to keep the one he rented for a little while.

-Nightmares' pet raven, Kevin, has many different names that are all joking. Kevin doesn’t mind, besides, at least he’s being called michael myers for stalking them outside the house.

-Sometimes Kevin escapes the house, not like Nightmare minds, but Kevin ALWAYS comes back in the end.

-His cloak is usually draped over his shoulders but sometimes he uses it to catch his balance or mock one of his friends in a joking manner. (He also has a spare cloak that has slits for his wings to be free so he can fly around, which isn’t often.)

-Nightmare is NOT a careful person physically, he is emotionally but he is always getting hurt here, there, everywhere.

-If you asked Nightmares favorite food he’d probably say Salad mostly because of the tomatoes and how much dressing he puts on it.

-Nightmare doesn’t really exercise his wings much because if he’s in the sky he can easily be found by the JR, instead he walks like a normal person.

-Nightmare and Cross are best friends, they helped each other through the littlest stuff and are easy to talk to.

-Nightmare does his best to keep the monsters alive he’s met past and present, he doesn’t wish a horrible fate upon the JR either. He just wishes they could fix what they have done to the creatures.

-The apple incident was more of a, ‘i don’t wanna be friends with you anymore so i’m gonna be petty and turn everyone against you’ type thing. Kinda like elementary playground dramas, but thats like how unhinged i’d put it cuz it’s really childish (lmao)

-Nightmare likes playing chess and card games, the video gamer is Cross. Nightmare has a small limited edition glass chess board that he hides and puts up so it doesn’t break

—-

-not keeping the stupid harpich idea where they were harpies sooo… Dream is now an Horned Barn Owl! I thought it worked better since the old idea was some shitty harpy concept that didn’t go very well.

-Dream is very formal, but there are times when the act breaks and he just talks out-of-character.

-Dream is usually very warm, he doesn’t need many layers but he wears it anyways in the JR. He does have some casual, normal outfits but he just wears the checkered one in the JR.

-Dream has a really poor sense of fashion, so sometimes Ink chooses outfits for him (even if Dream doesn’t like it very much.)

-Dreams Justice Reigns is actually called Valor Affiliation, so it’s VA instead but for this I’ll refer to it as both.

-Dream is aware of Ani here, but Ani is just a traveling trader with a giant turtle friend. (in the works still!)

-Dream still adores kids, monsters or elves, doesn’t matter- he thinks they are all equal.

-Dream doesn’t mean to harm the monsters around him as he is a monster himself, but he does it anyway by accident.

-Dream plays a little bit of the harp, but he did it in the past and isn’t very good at it now.

-Dream does his best to treat VA like human beings instead of co-workers or servants because oh my god the amount of DS Dream ‘i’m a bad guy’ i see is going to make me go feral- excuse me.

-Dream has a ton of trust in Ink even if Ink is a little bit suspicious and mischievous. (ink does not care, he likes the power.)

-Dreams favorite foods vary every other week, so he just decided what he likes that week.

—-

-Cross is an albino raccoon, and genuinely a sweetheart.

-Cross cannot draw for shit, so when asked to draw his feelings out it’s mindless scribbles or things/stories he’s heard from others to put on paper.

-Finders keepers man, fuck off.

-The fridge is always stocked because of him (error buys groceries from monster shops), he’s always getting into food but he always asks permission beforehand.

-His nails can come out sharp, or dull, it’s a personal thing that comes with his species and a sign of protection.

-Cross is always washing the food so Error and him can cook together. They do the best work together, but if one is cooking (cross is not allowed to cook alone because where’s all the ingredients going to go?) It's probably just Error.

-Cross has minor anger issues, sometimes they get in the way of his friendship with the trio but other than that he’s able to manage it!

-Cross (sometimes) digs in the trash if he’s looking for something he lost, mostly because he has a tendency to throw stuff away that shouldn’t be thrown away.

-Cross used to ‘collect’ (he stole it) jewelry and set them on a stand in his bedroom, however Night found out and he had to return most of it. He kept a few cherry picked.

 (he doesn’t even wear jewelry…)

-Cross uses make-up to put the circles in his design on his face, as most of his markings are under his outfit instead of somewhere on his face.

-He plays an alto flute, and usually it attracts raccoons in the area who sit and watch. Sometimes he has leftovers to give to them to share!

-Instead of multiplayer games (he’s really bad at that), he plays singleplayer games. His favorites are something like stardew valley and the sims 3.

—-

-Error is in the insect category with Blue, he’s based on a yellow garden spider.

-Errors very insecure of his fangs, which aren’t poisonous but can do major damage. He has problems with them, and worries people will hate him.

 (Cross and Nightmare always stick around to cheer him up!)

-Spiders are more afraid of you than you are of them.

-Error cannot stand smoke, it makes him cough really bad. He’s extremely sensitive to it and it tends to make it hard to breathe for quite awhile.

-Error still has haphephobia.

-Error likes coffee still, but he’s very particular about it and what it’s in it. (two sugar, one cream)

-Error can hypnotize other people, but he really doesn’t use that power because he doesn’t want to harm anyone or anything.

-Error loves the little spiders that appear in the winter in the Meme Squads base, it makes him feel welcome.

-Error can speak to other spiders through chittering (he doesn’t do this often, he usually just speaks normally to them)

-Error can play a little bit of the ukulele and a little bit of the kazoo, he has more experience with the ukulele though thanks to Nightmare.

-Error has a problem with overthinking, but his friends always reassure him that everything will be okay.

-Error is usually really helpful when it comes to helping monsters attacked by the JR as he was attacked by the JR previously, and saved by Nightmare (not blue).

—--

-Blue is a moth creature, again, insect category. He’s genuinely skittish after what happened with Ink.

-Blue is extremely flexible, the only problem he has is his wings when doing such things because they help him balance.

-Blue still does yoga, instead he does private classes so that he can help them. That and it’s mostly monsters he helps, but sometimes elves come in.

  (He doesn’t want any conflict.)

-Upon first meeting Cross and Error, they were like ‘wtf why’d you bring this person home they don’t seem very injured’ but they soon realized what happened, and where he was damaged at so they welcomed him into their home (they would’ve anyway, but, yknow)

-Blue doesn’t really do weapons, or fighting. After what happened with Ink he kinda gave up fighting and meeting people, kind of shutting himself off from the world. The meme squad is helping him open up though!

-By what happened with Ink is that Ink ‘befriended’ Blue, and when Blue got most comfortable and vulnerable he pulled out a small dagger he carries around and sliced part of his wings and damaged his eye. Now he is unable to fly and his eye is blinded with a nasty scar in the place.

-Blue is a very skittish being, he is very afraid and is always trying to listen in to whats going on around him so he knows what is going on and not to fear.

-Most of Blues trust is in Nightmare, but luckily there is some in Error and Cross

 (Error is a little more than Cross, but that doesn’t really matter.)

-Blue is a very non-picky eater, there's just specific stuff he doesn’t like: doesn’t mean he won’t eat it.

 “He asked for no pickles”

 “It’s okay-”

-As mentioned before, Blue never saved Error: it was Nightmare who had done so: they don’t have any previous bonds before said meeting present-time.

-Sometimes he wears cloaks, but most of the time he just wears his citizen design because he now lives in a monster-only town ran by Nightmare.

—-

-Inks nickname is Swindler, or The Man with a Sharp Tongue

-Inks not a stupid hybrid elf thingy. He’s a Western Rat Snake, I did my best to incorporate that into his design but we’ll see how you guys like it instead.

-His civilian design is usually used outside of the JR that way he isn’t painted as a citizen inside his workplace.

-Ink is not a good guy in Whimsical Dreamswap, he has alternative motives that Dream does. He actually means to harm.

-Ink genuinely does not care what you think of him, just what your actions are.

-Ink likes to nitpick workers every now and again just to irritate them and get on their nerves. Finch is so used to this it isn’t so surprising to him so he jokes around about it.

-Ink likes to do leatherworking and crafting as a hobby, nothing much more than that but he genuinely likes creating things out of work.

 (work kinda bums him out)

-His weapon is usually a tiny dagger that he keeps in a boot or on his belt, used to hurt or collect: either or.

-Ink has little trust in Dream and just wants the power place, he’s power hungry but he doesn’t make it obvious.

-He considers Dream a friend though, so he won’t force his way to the top.

-Inks not very sensitive to hearing, but it is enhanced. Same thing with smell.

-Probably the only OTHER creature besides Dream in the JR.

—-

-Finches name is different in this AU, it’s Lorcan Ruth or just Ruth works (Lori works as well, he doesn’t care.)

-Finch is a forest elf, and is very loyal to his job.

-Finch was previously saved by Ink, but instead Dream took the role of taking care of him as Ink didn’t do a very good job.

-Finch is the same age as Ink, there’s no doubt about that.

-Finch likes the quiet, he does his best work when it’s quiet and no one else is focused on what he’s doing.

-He’s not very close with Dream, but more close with Ink in a playful/teasing manner. Sometimes they throw joking insults at each other, but they do appreciate both of their presences in the same room.

-Captain uniform is different from Officer, Chef and Janitor.

-Finch made the coat, which isn’t part of the VA uniform, with Ink because they needed a bonding lesson and Dream offered to give them an idea.

-Finch is loyal no matter what, even if he knows what the JR is doing is very wrong, he just does his best to do things differently than everyone else would.

-Finch sometimes smokes a pipe, mostly because it’s stressful to do the job he’s doing but Ink knows and sometimes smokes with him so he’s not alone.

 (sometimes other guards join in.)

-Finch is very respectful and respects boundaries, he doesn’t see the monsters as threats.

-He’s very good at communication, sometimes he uses that speciality to get the guards to lay off attacking the Monsters for a little bit. It works most of the time.

—-

-Randy is a female, and a mom in this instead! I will be referring to Randy as Rana, this way it’s easier to understand.

-Rana is a coyote, for the most part she's very helpful and adoring.

-Her oldest designs she was created by a stupid wheel challenge because I didn’t know what to do, now she is fully developed.

-She usually wears rags, that way she can’t be pointed out very easily.

-Rana has a southern accent, sometimes it influences Bobby and Hacker.

-Rana cares more about the people around her than herself, hence the outfits Bobby and Hacker have and then you have hers.

-Rana has two outfits I draw her in! A Dress and one more cloak like.

-Ranas cooking is one of the best, she works as a cook in a monster restaurant in a separate town.

-Rana has very bad paranoia, but she doesn’t let it control her.

-Rana once had a lover, that lover is unknown and long gone. By long gone, I mean dead.

—-

-Hacker is both male, female, and non-binary. She’s all of it.

-Hacker is a night elf, they were taken in by Rana for safety, and because her parents abandoned her in a forest near Ranas old home.

-Hacker has a very close relationship with their mom and is happy to say has a good relationship with Rana.

-Hackers relationship is very healthy with Bobby too, her little brother might be a pain in the ass sometimes but they don’t mind very much.

-Hacker will buy any game for Bobby as long as it’s okay with Rana. Hacker also sometimes plays with Bobby if he’s okay with it.

-Hacker and Cross don’t exactly get along, in fact, they aren’t really friends either when Hacker and Bobby went to a meet up. They have trouble getting along– probably due to Cross's hate for elves.

-Hacker is really good at make-up and prosthetics for make-up. They wish to be a make-up artist but for now they just do it in her freetime.

—-

-Bobbys literally a squirrel in this. I have no other words, he’s a squirrel and that’s final.

-Bobbys natural hair color is Brown instead of Black, give it a different pop.

-Bobbys a streamer and has a pretty good audience doing so, his audience wides from humans, elves and monsters. (humans are in like, another world. They just think it’s a vtuber or something)

-Bobby is on very good terms with Cross, they sometimes stream together that way they grow both of eachothers audiences.

-Sometimes he uses Hacker as a junglegym, and other times he uses trees.

-He loves piggyback rides, no questions asked.

-Bobbys very affectionate, it just depends on the person.

-The type of person to be quiet when you first meet them, then loud and happily talkative the more you know them.

#dreamswap #dreamtale au #undertale au #undertale #whs ds #whimsical dreamswap #dreamswap nightmare #dreamswap dream #dreamswap cross #dreamswap error #dreamswap blue #dreamswap ink #dreamswap au #dreamswap randy #dreamswap bobby #dreamswap finch #dreamswap hacker #utmv #utmv au #undertale aus #undertale fandom

[laughableillusions]

Self Medication

Yippee another fic!!! Tbh this started out as pure self indulgence in my notes app bc I had migraines for 2 weeks straight waaayyy back in November. But it turned into a sort of sweet little moment between Nick and Jareth and I decided to kind of finish it. (I do not have constant migraines anymore…at least for now). But I hope you enjoy!

[NOT PROOFREAD]

Nick massaged his temples, grunting as his forehead throbbed against his eyes. It was as if his skull was being shrunk around his brain, crushing his delicate muscle ever so slowly yet ever so painfully. The pressure of it has trickled down away from his head even- creeping down his jaw and tickling his cheekbones. Either his head would explode outwards like a balloon- or he would just collapse and die right then.

But either way, it wasn’t coming anytime soon.

And so Nick was forced to simply bear it in all its horrid glory. That and maybe get as drunk as he could. Thank God Amber had left to sleepover at a friend’s house- and thank god he was alone. He didn’t have to cook, didn’t have to hear the thumping of Amber’s footsteps across the house. Just lay in bed with a bottle of-

Nick glanced at the label.

Absinthe, and try not to vomit.

The curtains had all been drawn and the lights shut off- giving the sanctuary of night without the outside dedication. And as he lay there in his strange pained and drunken stupor- something tapped on the windowpane.

3 polite knocks against the glass, gentle as could be. But still enough to rattle like gunshots within Nick’s swollen brain.

He groaned- mostly out of pain- as he stood. Stumbling his way over toward the curtain and pulling it open just a tad enough to see this visitor.

The inquisitive yet regal face of a barn owl stared back at him. A strange sight to see a barn owl out and about in broad daylight. But to Nick he just squinted at it, annoyed.

“Damn.” He sighed.

The bird seemed to hear him, feathers ruffling as it then tapped on the glass pane again. Seemingly insistent.

“King of the goblins and you can’t even open a window.”

The comment was a mutter but the owl’s eyes narrowed, its head tilting as if it was glaring.

Nick scoffed a bit, leaning down to now unlock the window.

“Yeah yeah, you big diva.” He smiled a bit as his own joke.

He cringed in pain as he slid the window pane up, not even waiting for the owl to move before stepping away and laying back on his bed again.

The owl meanwhile took its time entering the room, seeming to get a look around before puffing up a bit and flapping its way onto Nick’s bed. It squeaked curiously, head bobbing forward as it trotted forward along his bed- like some strange dinosaur peering at its prey. Nick reached his hand out, not lifting his throbbing head from the pillow as he began to pet the bird. The owl squeaked again, its little head pressing against his palm in the way a cat searches for affection.

“Come here.” Nick muttered, taking his hand away and scooting to the side to give the owl a space.

The owl however, didn’t move, just straightened itself and stared at him. There was a feeling of mischief at how it puffed itself up, however badly hidden by the way it began to preen its wing. Like it understood nothing.

Nick sighed, having neither the patience or strength to understand what it wanted- or what game it was playing. He was drunk and in pain, at least it could give him the mercy to wither away in peace. And in some ways, he was a bit embarrassed as well for the rejection.

“Don’t you have rats to swallow somewhere you fuckin…” He trailed off, rolling over away from the bird to try and somehow get more comfortable.

He felt the leather of a gloved hand gently guide his face back. A very familiar fae king now replacing the modest white and brown owl before. Not bright but somehow dazzling enough to make Nick’s head radiate pain.

“Why swallow rats when songbirds taste so much sweeter.” Jareth purred. Petting Nick’s cheek.

Nick would’ve blushed but his head was pounding too much to really take notice. It was like if someone had opened a window suddenly, or turned in a lamp. Not a big change but horribly noticeable when one’s head feel’s like a shaken soda can.

His hand felt nice, even if it was gloved; the leather was a a bit cold and soothed a bit of pressure. It softened his attitude if only a bit, but not enough.

“What is it?” He grumbled.

Jareth leaned back a little, taking his hand away as his flawless brow furrowed.

“My my, you have been enjoying yourself.” He then looked to the end table, picking up the bottle of Absinthe.

He sniffed it, wrinkling his nose.

“A bit too much I would think.” He then swirled the bottle, the remaining liquid going from green to clear.

Nick began to sit up in protest, but both his swirling mind and Jareth stopped him- and he sort of slumped back down to the pillow with one small push from Jareth’s finger.

“What did you do?” He still demanded, his voice slurred just a bit.

Jareth set the bottle back down, resting his cheek on his palm as he leaned over him.

“Restored it.”

“It was fine the way it was!” Nick protested.

Jareth sighed a little in loving annoyance.

“My dearest little warbler, you are incredibly inebriated off my best liquor, liquor I gave to you thinking that it would be only be used for the specialest of occasions.”

There were a lot of big words there, words Nick was too intoxicated to process quite right. Something about liquor, and something about a warbler?

“What’s that got to do with anything?” He then asked sharply.

Jareth leaned close, Nick turning away from the sheer gleam.

“Because, such a wine can be dangerous to those who aren’t used to it. Drinking it in a less than hedonistic setting, it may just slip the line between a drink and death.”

Nick swallowed dry, going pale as he suddenly felt quite unwell.

“What d’ya mean?” The question was urgent and twinged with rage.

Jareth’s head tilted to the side, smiling with teeth that were too shiny and a bit too sharp. Like this was simply just amusing him. Nick glanced at him, squirming under his mismatched eyes as his mind frittered with the question. There was something about this, something about accepting gifts from the fae- well you weren’t supposed to- but he had already done more than just broken that rule.

God he couldn’t think.

Shit, did he poison him?

“Did you poison me?”

There wasn’t much punch or accusation in the question, it was asked in the way someone would ask a coworker if they broke a printer.

Jareth just laughed, his arm had somehow slinked around Nick’s shoulders and he pulled him closer. The movement just making him groan in pain of his head being bobbed about.

“Do you still not trust me?” He asked, his voice had that sort of sing-song way that made everything sound like a lie or some kind of strange deal.

“No.” Nick immediately grunted out the answer, albeit with red cheeks.

“Pity…” Jareth hummed, sounding a bit disappointed. “However, due to your misuse of my gift- I shall need to take something as payment.”

Nick immediately scooted away from him, rolling over.

“Not now.”

The goblin king seemed quite unprepared for that, both a bit confused and concerned as he leaned over him, pressing his cheek to his.

“Whatever you believe this to be I assure you it’s not.” He soothed, nuzzling him.

Nick blushed at the sudden contact, Jareth planting a small kiss on his cheek. His lips felt warm, like that of marble basking in sunlight. It trickled across his cheeks, his temples, washing over his pained nerves like that of warm water.

Jareth felt Nick relax beneath him, and he smiled.

“My boon shall be the very thing that ails you.”

Nick turned, flinching just a bit at how close Jareth was. He had such strange eyes…mismatched in such a way that wasn’t entirely natural. Heterochromia was quite the sight, but in him it was incredibly stark. One eye, brown as pyrope- brown as the earth was dark with soil. And the other, a pale and completely otherworldly blue. Both shimmered the same way but felt so entirely different all the while.

Jareth hummed, brushing dark strands away from Nick’s face.

“Show me where the pain is.”

His voice was oh so tender, there was no hidden meaning tucked carefully between his syllables, no ulterior motive, no trickery or half-truths. It was when Jareth spoke like this, in a small voice in the intimate darkness that Nick felt incredibly small compared to him. Like he was standing at the foot of some magnificent ancient power, like a bird nesting in the hand of some grand stone monument. Impossibly unknowable…but a comfort all the same.

How strange his life had become.

Nick pressed his hand to his forehead, head swirling with pain and his comparably puny existence.

Jareth nodded.

“Unfortunately, dearest, as much as I admire your staring. I must ask that you close your eyes.”

Nick blushed redder, looking away even if it sent a pulse of pain against his retinas.

He heard Jareth’s soft chuckle.

“Then again, you have such lovely eyes that perhaps not…” He purred in a way that sounded a bit dangerous.

Nick immediately closed his eyes.

He heard Jareth hum, his unseen smile only adding to his unease. Then the mattress creaked as a weight lifted off, and the sort of…shimmer of air around Jareth dissipated. Then there was a rustling of fabric. Now the small creaking of leather being pulled or resettled.

Nick opened one eye, just a little. Seeing Jareth now sitting on the bed, facing away from him. He seemed to be fiddling with something in his hands, something leather. 2 things that excited the imagination in ways Nick was not ready for at the moment.

“What are you doing?” Nick demanded.

Jareth glanced back at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Out of all the things I took you for, a peeper was not one of them, Nicholas Cardinal.”

Nick felt the absinthe churn in his stomach. There was a way his name was uttered by Jareth that just unnerved him in some way. Like he still had some kind of control over him.

“I still don’t trust you, remember?”

Jareth sighed a bit.

“And yet, you love me, do you not?” He answered. “Besides, I was only removing my gloves.”

He then turned, and Nick saw him tug off the rest of his black leather glove. He placed the pair down on the nightstand, now leaning over him once again. His hands cradled his face, they were astonishingly rough. Like aged stone.

“Now. Close your eyes.”

His voice sounded strange, echoed all around- but almost a whisper.

Nick obeyed, because at this point…how could he not? But he couldn’t help his unease. Jareth rarely took off his gloves, and when he did…it usually meant that something truly bizarre was at foot. Jareth could do such strange things to Nick if he touched him- actually touched him. He could reduce him to nothing but putty, clay, a powerless nothing that he could shape into anything he wished.

“Be not afraid, little cardinal.” Jareth’s voice somehow pierced through the murkiness of his thoughts.

“I wish you no harm.”

Jareth then kissed him on the forehead, pressing his finger to Nick’s temples and massaging, his body somehow fell slack against the pillow. At first he could feel nothing but his hands, then his head began to swirl again.

He gasped, his mind was telling him he was falling. His body was twisting and twisting against the air. Spots of horizon blotted into his vision. Swirling and twisting and turning in the wind.

Jareth voice faded quietly in from the darkness, a gentle hush that seemed to emanate from within Nick himself. His mind stopped tumbling, the steady massaging of his temples grounding him back down.

The pain that has festered behind his eyes began to trickle across his forehead. Split down between his eyes as they were drawn to the vortex, then it too began to swirl right at his temples. It was a nauseating feeling, pain circling around and around.

“Inhale.”

Nick took in a long breath, Jareth’s fingers were cold against his skin as they moved down his cheekbones- taking the pain along the cradle of his sinuses. It tingled slightly, all coming together right at the tip of his nose.

“Exhale.”

The air he breathed out felt hot, hot and heavy. Like Jareth was pulling something out of him. He breathed out and out until he no longer could.

“Very good, my starling.”

Jareth’s voice sounded further away, more real as he gulped in air once again.

Somehow Nick’s head felt…lighter. The pain had of course been pulled out of him, leaving a strange pit where it had lay. Like the fresh hole of a lost tooth.

“You may open your eyes now.”

Nick opened his eyes slowly, expecting pain from what little light there was. But there was nothing…nothing but Jareth’s owlish face staring back down at him.

“How do you feel?”

He began to sit up, his head feeling strangely light and…unburdened. That or it was just the absinthe again.

“What’d you do?” He croaked, rubbing his forehead.

Jareth had leaned away as he sat up, still watching him quite closely as he recovered. But at his question the fae sighed.

“Must I explain everything to you?”

From thin air he plucked a crystal ball, small, but the inside swirling with a dark…something. He then held it out to Nick, who hesitantly took it.

“What’s this for?”

Jareth leaned his head on Nick’s shoulder, hands somehow snaking under his arms.

“Do you see what’s inside it?” He asked, lips brushing against his flesh.

Nick blushed, focusing all his strength onto looking at the crystal. Even as he felt the gloves fingers begin to untuck his undershirt-

“I guess.” He answered starkly.

Jareth hummed.

“I had told you I took what it was that ailed you, songbird.”

His voice rumbled right into Nick’s core, rattling both his skeleton and judgement. God he was too fucking drunk for this…

“You’re an intelligent man.” Jareth’s voice dropped, lips right next to his ear.

“Think on it.”

Nick gasped, shivering under his voice.

“I’m still drunk.” He managed.

“No you’re not.” Jareth cooed, pressing a kiss to his jawbone.

“Simply look at it, my dear.”

Nick swallowed hard, heart pounding as he tried to now understand what he meant. But Jareth’s hands had slipped under his shirt, the leather somehow warm on his skin as they mapped out his every feature.

The Crystal still sat in his hands, the swirling vapor now pulsing angry red as he focused.

“Wait.”

Jareth smiled, the movement of his lips tickling his skin. Nick turned the sphere in his hands, beginning to recognize its patterns. Patterns that he himself had felt pounding against his temples moments ago.

“But how did you…?” Nick marveled, turning his head to where Jareth had nestled himself against him.

The king of the goblins raised his head, soft golden hair brushing against Nick’s cheek as he leaned over his shoulder, watching the swirl of the vapor inside the crystal.

���Have you forgotten what I am, Nicholas?” He asked, teasing him.

“A pain in my ass?” Nick teased back.

Jareth hummed.

“Do I detect a hint of ungratefulness within those words, little cardinal?”

Nick sighed, gently bumping Jareth’s forehead before looking back to the crystal. He leaned against Jareth, feeling his chest press against his back as he inhaled.

“I guess I never believed fae could do things like this.” Nick confessed. “Stealing people is one thing, but…taking away pain? Intoxication?”

“I take as well as give, my star. And whatever wish you have, I shall grant.” Jareth soothed.

Nick felt him begin to kiss along his cheekbone, working his way lower, his lips warm like summer rain, but cold as they left his skin. Nick tilted his head to the side, allowing him free roam of his neck and jaw.

“But at what price?” Nick asked, though his voice was distant.

Jareth only hummed, keeping his secrets as his gloved fingers began to lift up Nick’s shirt.

#my writing #jareth x reader #oc x canon #labyrinth #labyrinth 1986 #jareth x male reader #oc: Nick cardinal #jareth #jareth the goblin king

[breannasfluff]

Nesting Season - Ranch

Lon Lon Ranch holds the infamous Miss Malon. A barn owl, Wild’s heard stories of both her ferocity and her caring. Despite being married to Time, he’s pretty sure most of the flock is a little in love with her.

Despite this, Wild is still a little tense as they approach the ranch house. Instinct has him wary of new people and unfamiliar situations. Legend, Hyrule, and Four are relaxed—well, Hyrule is hissing at the others, but the location doesn’t change that.

Time’s wings shuffle and he stops before the door to the ranch. Then he ruffles them again, bending one wing around to preen a few feathers. Another stretch and he fluffs them further.

He wants to impress Malon, doesn’t he? Wild softens slightly because it’s clear their flock leader loves his wife.  Heart-song , he called her.

Warriors steps close and says something that has Time flicking his ears back as they grow red. He gives the captain a good-natured shove and turns back to the house. His call is strong and loud, although unfamiliar. It must be specific to him and Malon.

There’s a pause, and then a questioning answer,  Where, who, mate?

Home, safe, mate, love-you, come!

Four ducks away from Wild’s side to take a few steps forward, eager. Sky smiles down at him and uses a wing tip to pull him closer.

From inside the house, there’s a rapidly growing thudding and then the screen door slams open. A blur of white, cream, and red heads directly for Time. Malon throws herself at her husband, wings encompassing and hiding them both from view.

When they break apart, Time launches into the air and Malon is a second behind him. Wild starts—should the flock join?—but Legend gives a calming whistle.

“They always do this,” he explains. “Time is going to be so wrapped up in her—just you wait.”

Hyrule wiggles between them with a chirp. “That’s going to be you and Ravio, you know.”

“What! No! That’s not—no!” The bowerbird’s face is flushing to match his few red feathers.

Snickering, Wild nods to the ear cuff proudly holding blue-purple feathers. “I don’t know, I always heard carrying around feathers is the first step.”

“That’s not true and you know it!” Legend swats at him and Wild ducks away.

Overhead, Time and Malon swoop around each other. One gives chase, only to turn and flee as the other switches roles. Spins and rolls come in perfect sync, never fowling the other’s wings.

It’s an amazing display, one built from trust and familiarity. What would it be like to watch them in a traditional dance with streamers and gauzy fabric billowing from their primaries?

The chain moves to drop their bags on the covered porch, but the magpie stays to watch the couple overhead.

When the two finally land, there’s nothing but soft coos and clucks for each other. Time keeps his wings slightly spread, arcing them around Malon. She leans into him like a flower to the sun.

Her skin holds the darker tones of the Gerudo, and the red hair matches. Malon may not be a direct descendent, but someone was. Her wings are soft off-white and fluffy, lacking the sleek precision of the raptors. They are made for silence and stealth.

Time blinks happily as he looks over the flock, although a faint frown crawls across his face as he looks at the trio huddled together.

“Ah—Malon. You haven’t met Wild yet, have you?”

Malon finally pulls away and steps out from under Time’s wing. “Oh? Do we have another hero for the flock?”

Wild steps forward, keeping his wings tight to his back. She’s not a hawk, but that does little for him at this point. Still, he’s in control of himself enough to push instincts down.

“I’m called Wild, ma’am. Thank you for letting us rest in your home.”

Limpid eyes blink back. “Oh, sweetie, there’s no need to be formal. I get enough of that from Twilight. You are always welcome here.” She doesn’t step closer, but the edges of her eyes crinkle as she smiles. “You’re all such good, special boys. Time has a good flock.”  Welcome, safety, home,  she trills.

Wild ducks his head at the sentiment.

“Now, I’d love to give you a hug, but I know you boys have all been through a lot. If you don’t mind, could you tell me what you’re okay with?”

What…he’s okay with? “But you’re Time’s wife. He’s flock leader.”

“Honey, that doesn’t mean one whit compared to your comfort.”

Wild is left opening and closing his mouth, trying to find words that fled. Malon doesn’t rush him, just waits patiently.

“Um,” he manages, “I don’t like people touching my wings. And,” his gaze drops to the dirt, “I don’t always do…the best with raptors.”

It’s embarrassing to lay out weaknesses, but better than she knows up front.

“Wars says they are in nesting season. Took quite a bit to pry them out of a cave in the mountains,” Time adds.

The champion isn’t apologizing for that. Nests should be high up—look what happened when they slept on the ground!

Malon nods and takes a step back, rather than forward. “All right, then I think hugs and getting to know one another will have to wait until you are all more comfortable. Legend, Hyrule, it’s good to see you again.”

Legend is happy enough to head in for a hug. Hyrule’s warning  kekeke  trails off into silence at the greeting. He doesn’t go for a hug, but he nods to the barn owl and loosens slightly.

“Right!” Malon claps her hands together and spins to face the rest of the flock. “Let’s get everyone settled before we settle in to chat.”

#nesting season #lu wing bois #lu wing au #lu triple threat #lu malon #lu time #lu wild #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend #lon lon ranch #breannasfluff #my writing

[outofangband]

Birds of Dor-lómin

I have decided to make two posts at least for the birds of Hithlum, this one and one for Mithrim and greater Hithlum

As I take inspiration from several European and Asian countries for the environment of Dor-lómin, the species here reflects that however to the best of my ability it is ecologically consistent. Obviously this will not be a complete list and I will go back to it!

And as always requests are open! I’m also always willing to put together ecological world building based on specific real locations!

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda Masterlist

Note: I use Hadorian here to refer to the folk of Hador and of Marach including cultural practices that might predate Hador himself

The eastern mountains and forests around Húrin’s house: hazel grouse, brambling, northern wryneck, common buzzard, Zitting cisticola, grey headed woodpecker, black redstart, grey heron, common quail, great spotted woodpecker, dusky thrush, white winged crossbill, Bohemian waxwing, ring ouzel, tawny owl, common raven

The western border and Firth of Drengist: horned grebe, osprey, black crowned night heron, little gull, black tern, great white pelican, common kingfisher, common starling, little ringed plover, rocky pipit, white tailed eagle

Note: many of the mountain, sea and wetlands birds here are incidental species occurring in Dor-lómin because of migration or other factors. This is also true of some of the species listed for the eastern mountain borders.

The fields and open lands: Greylag goose, corn bunting, little owl, gadwall, mallard duck, wood lark, bearded reedling, hedge warbler, twite, common grasshopper warbler, yellowhammer, greater scaup (migratory), nightjar, stone curlew, barn owl, black headed bunting, whinchat, little grebe, goldfinch, blue throat

Throughout: common wood pigeon, fieldfare, hobby (migratory), common crane, mute swan, house sparrow, merlin, common buzzard (primarily in the Southern mountains), black woodpecker, gryphfalcon

World building notes:

-The people of Hador keep ducks, geese, chickens and pigeons including a species like passenger pigeons. They are the only group of Atani in Beleriand that has a practice of keeping birds primarily for eggs as well as meat and who uses eggs in cooking semi frequently. The Haladin, Bëorians, Drúedain and other groups do eat eggs though not usually chicken eggs and do not often use them as ingredients in baking (although there are some Bëorian dishes that involve bread with quail eggs)

-Hadorian food is a combination of farming and agriculture and hunting and foraging. Grouse, pheasant and wild ducks are sometimes caught for food

-Sea birds are relatively rare but can be seen in western Dor-lómin near the Firth of Drengist and the border to Nevrast. The northern Sindar who live in western Hithlum including western Dor-lómin keep oral records of the presence and appearance of sea birds and mentions of them appear occasionally in song

-Feathers of geese are designs associated with the Hadorian midwinter festival. They are sometimes worn but more commonly embroidered or painted.

-The northern Sindar by the caves of Androth paint birds on the cave and cliff walls, using pigments made from minerals, bark and sometimes shells. Herons, gulls and starling shapes are the most common.

-Random character HC: Sador’s favorite animals to carve are birds especially ground birds. Some of these he even paints or polishes when he has the time.

#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #Hithlum #dor lómin #musing and meta #beleriand

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Nocturne Redesign Discussion🌑

Nocturne’s design is one of the most interesting and most memorable designs in DP especially with the night theme. I wanted to give that off and ramp up the eldritch horror and night theme more. I want my Nocturne to feel like the a true nightmare, like a video game eldritch monster that could jump scare right into the screen at any time. Went for an owl theme as they’re nocturnal creatures(the goat vibe was cool and could work like lamb leading sheep to slaughter or an Astrology Aries theme but I decided to go for an owl as they’re a popular creature of the night, while goats are more active during the day), Went for a mix of the Horned owl and also Barn Owl cause those guys are scary as heck. I wanted to give it a skull-like look. I will not lie, Helluva Boss def gave me inspo and I feel like whenever I make an owl character, my brain will 99% go back there🦉🦉🦉

Warning spoilers and creepy owl stuff.

 Switched his red eyes for black ones with small white pupil for fear factor. I wanted to give off staring into the black void.

Replaced his purple lips with a black tipped beak. Also has wider mouth ending in a little spiral with a sharp point in the middle for fear factor.

OG Color Scheme- Black, white, gray, purple, blue for shading, light purple and red

My Color Scheme- Black, White, dark purple and gray.

Replaced his horns with curled tips for a horned owl vibe.

Gave his body sharper edges to look more feather like and come off more intimidating.

Made his arms bigger to give off wings.

Gave him purple outlines to stand from his body.

Gave him white talon like hands. Even added lines on his fingers. 

Gave him purple circles around his eyes

Made his scar black and shaped like a moon crescent for a night feel and make it strike out more.

His spirals are downwards rather than upwards but can go up if he desired so. Wanted to make it feel more bird body like.

Added some purple in his cosmic Star body.

#Danny phantom #nocturne #dp nocturne #phanart #my art #dp fanart #dp redesign #chapter design #owls #phandom

[sunlitmcgee]

okay fuck it here's all of elnos' lore under a cut

tws for child neglect, severe injury, broken limbs, heights/falling, pregnancy/child birth, starvation and cannibalism

Elnos is an anthropomorphic barn owl who was, born, raised, and is currently living in the town of Larnwick. Born into money to noble parents, on official records, Elnos is the ruling Lord of Larnwick, as well as the owner its surrounding farms, tradeposts, and the respective land contained within each. Elnos has never really taken to the role properly, however. When his parents passed on from old age, one of the first things the young owl did was assign the task of management over his family's various properties to the many assistants in their newly aquired home. Among these assistants is Fondue Apo, an anthro-field mouse, who grew up alongside of Elnos and currently helps the lord with household chores, daily shopping, official paperwork, and any other task that cannot be done by their assistants.

  Elnos' parents were rarely around when they were younger. This may be the reason that they weren't too effected by their passings. Elnos doesn't speak fondly of their mother and father, but nor do they regard either of them with any noteable contempt.

  When Elnos was about 30 years old, an official notice from the nation's capital calling for a conference between the ruling nobles of its land forced Elnos to take a weeks-long trip by carriage to the caital city. During this trip their carriage was attacked in an ambush while traveling over a high clifface. Elnos was knocked out of the carriage and over the edge during the attack, and fell several feet into the canyon below, where his impact was softened by the foliage, but their wings absorbed much of the impact, with one left broken as a result. It took eleven days for help to arrive. While Elnos was trapped in the canyon, he was able to drink the relatively clean river water to survive, but quickly suffered from a lack of proper nutrition. With their wing and back injured, he couldn't move quick enough to hunt for good. They experienced hallucinations due to starvation, gradually growing more and more desperate and hunger, until they finally resorted to auto-cannibalism as a means to survive. Elnos spent three days eating their broken wing over half way down to the shoulder. By the time he was finally found by the capital authorities, Elnos was already beginning to eat their remaining wing. The severe damage from this event led to infection of both limbs. Their wings had to be completely amputated, rendering Elnos flightless.

  At 42 years of age, Elnos became pregnant with their first and currently only child. Their pregnancy was estimated by their gynecologist(s) to last for about eight and a half months, but ended up being nearly nine months long in total. Despite the delay, Elnos as a relatively easy delivery at home, and was allowed to hold their newborn daughter in their arms once she'd been cleaned and tended to by the nurses. They named their child Morrigan.

Elnos received a formal, comprehensive all throughout their childhood from several different tutors. Their favorite subject has always been Literature, a passion he partakes in earnest during adulthood by reading a wide variety of fictional works and writing out essays that seek to analyze the themes of their texts.   This is seemingly the full extent of Elnos' intellectual talent. Though they can read, write, and are well-read on a variety of subjects, outside of reading stories and writing about them, they show little interest or talent for math, science, or what some may consider to be more materially ""useful"" subjects to study.

Officially, Elnos is the ruling Lord of Larnwick. They are responsible for managing records of trade, taxation, diplomacy, and other official matters between the town and surrounding settlements.

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Current Location

Larnwick

Species

Barn Owl

Age

40~

Family

Morrigan Lavenwine

Current Residence

Their family estate, just a ways from the town proper.

Pronouns

They/He

Sex

Cloaca

Gender

Transmasc Male

Presentation

Varies from soft masculine to high-fem

Eyes

Pale orange

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Heather Blue feathers, with lighter blue plumage on chest/belly.

Height

5'9 ft

Weight

213 lbs

Known LanguagesElnos primarly speaks English, but also enjoys using bits of French, Spanish, and occassionally Japanese.

#elnos lavenwine

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

AirLock Anon:’

i need self indulgence.

HC’s with Dark,Wilford,Yancy,Murdock, and Yandereiplire

with a S/o that has wings [maybe barn owl?]

Dark

Out of the bunch, he doesn’t touch your wings without your permission.

He has respecc.

If you need to take care of them, he’ll provide you with whatever you need.

Though one day you notice him particularly stressed out and having flashbacks, so you allow him to pet your wings as a distraction.

While hesitant at first, he just strokes a few of the feathers, finding them softer than expected.

They’re just as soft as the hugs you give him on his bad days.

Wilford

Dude can’t keep his hands off your wings.

They’re just very neat and he loves petting them!

But he thinks they could use some color besides brown and tan, and may try to dye them pink (using animal-safe dyes ofc).

You catch him in the act every single time and scold him.

You’re just still a bit wary around him....ever since he almost accidentally shot you out of the sky bc he mistook you for a weird duck.

He still feels extremely bad.

Yancy

He's mesmerized.

Your wings are just super neat! And very soft!! He’s touch-starved as hell so he wouldn’t mind if you wrapped them around him for cuddles.

If you're serving time for bird-related crimes he wants to hear your stories.

When he learns a rookie guard put ankle weights on you to prevent you from taking flight he gets the shiv ready.

You convince him not to kill them, but he whines that your freedom is being limited.

“Didn’t you sing a whole song about not wanting to be free?”

“...well that doesn’t means yous gotta be grounded all the time!”

Murdock

"Huh, interesting wings you got there."

He doesn't judge at all. Your wings look pretty cool to him.

If he hears that someone made fun of them..let's just say they mysteriously disappeared the next day. Never to be seen again.

Every time someone in public looks at you with even a slightly weird gaze, he'll be like "okay time to find their ip address and place of work and extended family and-"

"Mur, stop. You can't do that every time someone stares."

“..but why not? :(”

Yandere

“Senpai!! Do your wings need preening??"

“Senpai! I’m gonna keep this molted feather if that’s okay!″

“Senpai!! If anyone makes fun of your wings I’ll cut their arms off <3″

He adores your wings as much as the rest of you, loving them the moment you revealed them.

They're great for petting if he needs to calm down and restore his sanity (it’s definitely better than him laughing hysterically like he used to).

Like Murdock he'd literally kill for you.

#clanask #airlock anon #iplier egos x reader #darkiplier x reader #wilford warfstache x reader #yancy x reader #murderiplier x reader #yandereplier x reader #avian reader #winged reader #headcanons