#ophie runs their mouth

[nvvermore]

entering loki posting mode Now

#also this is a pro sylki pro sylvie pro selfcest blog #loki #loki s2 #loki season 2 #loki laufeyson #ophie runs their mouth

[grumpyascianteddybear]

Vaguely Horny Part Two

Here is part two. Have fun with it.

@seatedsacrifice

@atdutiesend

@jedikitteh

Ophiuchus watched as she went for the rope. It didn't surprise him when she started with his legs. Winding the rope around them to make them secure. The sensation sent shivered through him as soft moans escaped him. She had started toward his knees and were making it so that he would be ties into a knealing potiton.

That didn't bother him, nor did the light kisses laid over his shoulders. Those kisses soon traveled down his spine, causing his whole body to shiver. The fur on his ears even stood on end, and a loud moan left him. Those sound only continued to escape him as she pulled his arms back. Another rope was also gotten as she started on a harness that would also bind his arms behind his back.

" Such a good boy."

Yes! He was a good boy! The kisses turned to soft nips causing more moans and soft whimpers. As she finished the harness and ensured the rigging was secure, Ophiuchus could catch his breath. It did last long as he got him hooked and pulled up, so he was hanging above the bed. The feeling of hanging there in the air was a whole other sensation.

Deep, quiet breaths were drawn as he felt her move around him. Her fingers ghosted over his skin and the ropes. Ophiuchus soon realized he was hung high enough for his face to be a boob level when he lifted his head. He knew why that was and wasn't going to complain. Especially when she was soon kneeling in front of him.

A soft whimper left him as he felt her hands on his face. He was aching for her. As their lips met, his eyes fluttered closed, and he released a soft moan. Her hands soon traveled down His chest and to his tip. She spread the pre cum he had been leaking over the tip, which caused a long moan to escape him. That felt good, but it made him ache more.

" I have so much planned for you."

He didn't doubt it. She didn't even have to ask him to play with her nipples. Once the kiss was ended, he went right to it. Ophiuchus was a good boy, and he knew what his mistress wanted. He smoothed his tongue over one of her nipples and reveled in the moan it pulled from her. Part of him wished to be able to touch her, yet the other part was more than happy to be tied at her mercy.

More moans left him before his eyes rolled back as she started to rub his ears. The fur was soft, and the rubbing caused his tip to leak more precum. Ophi sucked on the nipple before rolling it between his teeth. He knew what she liked, and the moans he still getting told him he was doing a very good job.

A whine lifted him as she pulled away, leaning back to get the butt plug and the lube that went with it. Ophiuchus pressed his lips together and watched as she moved to his rear. He felt the lube first and realized it was the warming kind. His toes curled, and she spread it and even pressed her fingers into his ass to prepare for the plug. She would ensure he was ready for when she decided to peg him.

She slowly inserted the plug, causing Ophiuchus to moan loudly. A shiver ran through him before he gasped as he felt it start to vibrate. His toes curled as he was left to hang there for a moment with it. As she came back around, he saw her grab the gag. It was a simple fabric with a rubber piece covered in the fabric in the center.

The Emissary knew what she was going to do with that. He opened his mouth obediently for her to place the rubber piece in his mouth. Once that was done, she tied the loose ends at the nape of his neck. A moan left Ophiuchus as he felt her go under him before his eyes went wide. Why was she...

All thought was obliterated as he felt her tongue run from the base of his length to the tip. He moaned, thought it was muffled by the gag. Ophiuchus found himself unable to focus on any one thing. There were so many sensations, and all of them made him feel as if the world could end any minute. It would be the best end any man could for, though, so he wasn't terribly concerned.

His eyes rolled back as he felt her hand start to gently massage his balls. Shivered followed as she took his length into her mouth. Ophiuchus was well aware that Hadianna had no gag reflex. She hadn't had it in before the sundering and didn't have it now. It was great, considering how much she loved to deep-throat him.

It didn't take long for things to start building for him. Soft whines left him, and he bit his lips as he tried to hold it back. He didn't want to fall over that edge yet. He wanted to keep enjoying what she was doing. Ophiuchus grunted before a groan finally left him as he released into her mouth. He knew she was just swallowing it all. The thought actually turned him on more.

His head fell forward, and he watched her pop off his length. Ophiuchus released a small whine as she moved to reveal a wet spot where she had been sitting under him. She was so far from being done with him. He watched her crawl over to where the strap-on lay on the bed.

He watched her put it on, the butt plugs still vibrating. It kept him from completely coming down from the high. She didn't want him to come down, not completely. Ophi liked that. The over-sensitive buzz that came with never coming down from the high made the next time even better.

" Is my good boy ready for a good pounding?"

The purr in her voice causes a shiver to roll through him. He watched her stand and move behind him. She turned the plug off before carefully removing it. A small whine left him before he felt her manipulate the ropes so he was hunting upright. His eyes widened, and a long moan escaped him as he felt the strap-on push into his rear.

Ophiuchus gasped as she started to move, head rolling back. She was hitting all the good spots. Moans left him and he shivered, feeling one of her hands come around to stroke his length. It twitched in her hands, already hyper-sensitive from before. It hurt but felt so good at the same time.

It once again didn't take long for him to reach that edge. This time Ophiuchus wasn't able to hold it off. He nearly screamed as he came again, shooting the load out all over the bed. The Emmisarry huffed, eyes wide before his eyelids fluttered. The pleasant buzz still remained, and he knew she wasn't quite done. He had cum twice, and she hadn't at all.

#zodiarks corner(nsfw) #paragraphs of twilight (hadianna ficlet) #paragraphs of impartiality (elidibus ficlet)

[lifewithinatarotdeck]

Malnourished

Izuku had finally arrived at the destination where he would be staying for a while and immediately the air had a note of comfort. A total contrast to the feel of his old Flat but almost as comforting as the Bakugous, you could tell it had a tone of…what is the word Izuku is trying to say…happiness?

Yes…happiness. That word he knows but is foreign to the greenette. He had faked being happy for so long that he has been desensitized by its true meaning or any positive feeling that does not bring him pain. Izuku is regaining the sensation now that the weight of fear is no longer available every day, but he knows that fear will linger for a while.

“Eevee should be here, she may be shopping or just running around as usual,”  Ophelia stated as she closed the door after waving goodbye to Tsukauchi and Recovery Girl. She then slithered to Izuku’s side and gave him a moment to look around in awe. “Your room is on the second floor, 1st on the right.”

“Th-thank you, Ophi-San,” Izuku said after swallowing, he didn’t know what to do now that he was here. He could go to the room and take a look but at this time he just wants some company. “I will take a look at the room later.”

The serpentine nodded and pointed him to the TV. “You can sit in the living room and watch some TV, if you want to see some movies they are on the shelf to the right.” She then smiled, “I will make some snacks since it is a little early for dinner.”

“Oh! You don’t have to, I can wa-” Izuku was trying to turn down the offer, not wanting her to give him any food at his expense, but during that interaction, he had to stop and glow bright red as his stomach growled ferociously.”

Ophelia looked at him with worry. “Izuku, when you were at the Flat, what was your diet?”

Izuku flinched like he had been slapped and Ophelia mentally cursed that he may need to be here longer due to the reaction. “My mo-she only gives me a bowl of rice in the morning and occasionally would give me another bowl with protein for dinner. The size depends on whether she is in a good mood, or I have made her happy with what I earn.”

Ophelia’s tail was again twitching at his mother only giving him food-for-services and it made her blood boil. He is at a growing stage and she only gives him rice and if he is lucky, protein. I may need to look at her financial records, if she had enough money to purchase the food this is another form of neglect. She eventually focused back on the boy and saw that he looked worried and was tearing up.

“I m-made Ophi-San mad, I’m sorry!” Izuku cried. “I’ll sit down and wait for dinner.”

He was about to walk away when her blue-like scales stopped in front of him, causing the greenette to walk into it. “Huh?”

“Izuku, come with me to the table. I will give you fruits, yogurt and some tea, and we will need to talk about your diet.”

Izuku shook with a feeling of dread and he felt the serpentine’s tail graze his arms in slight comfort. “O-ok.”

“I am not going to restrict you with anything, I am letting you know that, Bunny. In fact, it is the opposite, we need to get you to a healthy weight.”

Izuku sighed deeply and wiped some of his tears away. Strange, he usually hides his emotions, but why are they more free-flowing? “S-sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry, Izuku. Again this is not your fault, you had to deal with what you had to survive. We will make sure you are healthy. I wouldn’t be a social worker if I didn’t.”

Izuku chuckled and smiled lightly at her light yet serious joke. “Hai..” So they sat at the table and the greenette slowly enjoyed fruit in bliss, having never tasted fruit so fresh and he again teared up. The yogurt, however, even if it was flavored he could not help but gag as the texture overwhelmed him. 

“You’re ok, Izuku. You don’t have to force yourself to eat something you don’t like.” Ophelia said and took the yogurt and gave him the tea to help wash it down. “Was it the texture?”

Izuku nodded and drank the tea to wash the slimy-sour feel out of his mouth. “Y-yeah. It-reminds me of-” The greenette had to stop as a lump made an appearance in his throat.

“I understand.” Ophelia said quickly, giving an assuring look. “If there are any other foods you dislike, let me know.”

“Eggs is another, if the white is runny I can’t stand it and I immediately vomit. Mo-She would constantly torment me with it once she found out.”

Nodding, she wrote the information down and then looked at his medical records. “From what the bloodwork shows you are severely malnourished, low iron, red blood cells, calcium deficiency, folate, electrolytes, iodine, basically your vitamins, minerals, and other nutrients are severely low.”

Izuku looked down at the information and did not move. He knew he was malnourished as he had the weight of an 8-year-old, but he did not want to be a bother. Izuku knew that it was his mind thinking that and he needed help, but even though he trusts her, it is hard to let go of the reins.

“We will also need to increase the fiber in your diet.” She continued after putting the file away, “Recovery Girl gave you chewable vitamins and minerals for easier digestion, but it would be best to get them from food.”

She saw Izuku was absorbing some of the information and he nibbled on a piece of pineapple. “What would you like for dinner tonight?”

The greenette jolted and stared at her wide-eyed at the foreign question. She is asking me what I want? Is that even real?

“Ah, ummmm,” Izuku stuttered, butterflies in his stomach. “W-would Katsudon be ok?”

Ophelia smiled widely, “Of course! I will also make some more fruit as you seem to love them.” Izuku blushed. “I will have to do some grocery shopping, but I will wait until Eevee comes home. I don’t want you to be alone while I am away.”

“Not gonna lie, I am very nervous about meeting her.” The greenette said honestly, looking unsure. “Other than Kacchan, I never had any friends.”

“Eevee had a hard time making friends herself, even with her outgoing personality.” Ophelia said quietly, gaining the greenette’s attention. “She is quirky and eccentric and she loves to surprise or scare people. Not everybody shared her enthusiasm.”

A scene flashed back to him when he was explaining his interest in Quirk analysis to everyone and he could remember a look of disinterest on their faces and also a look indicating that they thought he was weird or creepy.

“When would I meet her?”

“Eevee would be here in about an hour, for now go ahead and watch TV. I will be nearby to gather a list before I leave.”

Izuku nodded and moved to the living room and turned on the TV, and immediately his mind was blown by the sharpness and the colors of the screen. After asking Ophelia how the guide works he was able to find a channel that was interesting to the greenette. Quirks Got Talent.

#my hero academia AU #midoriya izuku #bad inko #flame quirk #OC ophiuchi #slow recovery

[txaritsa]

HES SO FINE YOUR HONOR HEA SO FINE IM

#ophie💭 #barking foaming at the mouth and running in circles #please flash ur fangs dis waaaaaaayyyyy😩😫😫😫😫😫

[briansmvy-blog]

things i just learned about myself:

i find nosebleeds funny

i’m more upset about blood getting on my pajamas than the actual nosebleed itself

the smell of blood on your skin kind of lingers and i hate it 

blood? hard to clean up once it starts drying

#welcome 2 ophie's shitposting corner! #blood mention // #i just had a Gnarly nosebleed y'all #like ... my nose was Running like water except it wasn't water #even though i washed my hands they ?? still have that iron smell to them and im Disgusted #same with my mouth like #i've drunk some juice but that same iron taste is just lingering #yells into the abyss

[nekropsii]

So I went looking at all the stuff myself. Chazzerpan's art has no children or animals. All the characters are adults. Jade is a furry. I'm -uncomfortable- with drawing adult versions of the characters for porn, but I see a difference between Chazzerpan's art, and art of children, as a survivor. I also know it's common not to agree with that. Also Aysha and others hating female characters is such a weird claim and idk how to disprove it. I found a list of all Chazzerpan art on a quick google tho

God, I’m putting this response under a readmore too, there’s some extremely unsavory stuff in it.

(No images, I swear. I’m not fucking weird.)

Content Warning: NSFL, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Ped//ophi//lia.

I will say I actually managed to run a search on Chazzerpan’s NSFW work myself, and while I personally didn’t see any animals upon my preliminary google search, outside of their weird fixation with animal genitalia, I DID see a child.

No, I don’t mean aged up versions of the cast, either. Unfortunately. I fucking wish we had that wiggle room for petty nonforgiveness. There was an entire comic they did of exactly what anon said, but somehow worse- an adult Jade with a… Forgive this next set of words, dog penis, r//aping an explicitly young child Dave. As in, the title of the comic even called Dave a “sh//ota.” He was drawn like a fucking 10 year old. It’s genuinely fucking sick.

The claim about Aysha and the other staff members hating female characters is something I could very, very easily see being picked up via observation. Most of the time, when people say a writer, or a writing team, dislikes a particular group of characters based on what they are, they don’t take that from direct word of mouth from the writer(s). They take that from observing how they handle those characters in conjunction with how they handle the other characters.

If there’s a clear disparity, the claim can be sensibly made. I’m not saying anything for or against that accusation here, I’m just explaining how I think anon may have come to that conclusion.

Think of it like this, if a show put gay characters on its cast, and those gay characters kept getting hit with a CLEAR EXAMPLE of the “Bury Your Gays” trope, or were relegated to the role of “Progressive Background Character,” or maybe even both, you’d probably assume the show writers didn’t actually want anything to do with those gay characters, and just put them on so people would clap and cheer and call them progressive for acknowledging the LGBT community’s existence. It’s an observational thing.

Again, not saying anything for or against that accusation. I don’t have an incredibly strong opinion on the matter. I just think Jade was handled really god damn poorly, and that this situation is a fucking nightmare AND a train wreck.

#thank you all. I’m in hell #chazzerpan debacle #nekro.sms

[dorksndisasters]

Session 11

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okies hi hello we’re back! And oh heck we’ve got a new player!

 Skadi’s player is Ophi’s player’s sister! their characters are not related to each other tho. They are from the same place haha

 But anyway! more plot! wrapping up shenanigans! They have a heading!

 (the patreon posts are now maybe four ahead if you’re curious :3)

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Ophibwynn and Marask leave the weavers behind and walk into a large cavern, busy with stalls.

“How long will that tapestry take?” Marask asks, pausing before a stall that sells silverwork.

“I don’t know,” Ophi replies.

“But your magic-”

“Didn’t take,” she says, and shoots him a narrowed look. “Don’t go back and tell them.”

Marask laughs and shakes his head. “Here,” he says to the stall owner. “How much will you give me for this?” And he pulls the chalice from his bag, carefully freeing it from Cass’ clutches.

The stall owner’s eyes light up before he can school his expression. “Two hundred. Gold.”

Marask scoffs. “It’s worth more than that and we both know it.”

The stall owner scans him over. “And I’m sure you got it by perfectly legal means.”

“Two seventy-five,” Marask says instead.

They haggle out a price, and Marask eventually pockets two-fifty gold and sixty-two silver before he turns back to Ophi.

“Weapons?” she asks, handing over the wooden club for one silver 50 copper.

“Oooh.” Marask pours over the stall. “I want that one.” He jabs his finger at a shiny dagger with a murky green gem set into the hilt.

“Ah, a good eye,” says the merchant, and explains it as a Dagger of Venom.

Marask buys it without a second thought.

Further along the line of stalls, in a corner that people seem to be avoiding, is an elf sitting with piles of fur in front of her and a wolf at her side.

Marask coos and drops to his knees in front of the wolf, offering her his hands to smell.

“Be careful,” says the elf. “She may bite.”

“Naw, look, we’re friends!” Marask grins as the wolf nudges her nose into the palm of his hand and submits to being stroked.

“What do you have for sale?” Ophi asks.

The elf runs through all the pelts she has for sale, and Ophi buys a good bear pelt for fifteen gold pieces, which she uses to augment her armour.

Cass wriggles her way out of Marask’s bag to greet the wolf, and the elf stops still.

“Where did you get that?”

“Isn’t she cute?” Marask picks Cass up and all but waves her in the elf’s face. “I hatched the egg just earlier today!”

The elf seems thrown by Cass. “I’m Skadi. This is Aurora,” she says, gesturing to the wolf.

“Marask. And this is Cass, of course.” He presses a kiss to the top of Cass’ head. “And Artemis,” he says, as the crow shuffles her wings and caws from his shoulder.

“Ophibwynn. You’ve seen dragons before?”

“A... long time ago. When I was a child.” She starts to pack up her wares. “Where are you taking her?”

Marask blinks up at her as Skadi stands. “Where...ever we go?”

“I would travel with you. If I may.”

“Of course!” Marask answers without hesitating. “Hey, would you like a pie?”

“Thank... you?”

Marask hands Skadi two pies. Ophi gives her five strips of salted beef as well, to round out her supplies.

“We should... probably return to the others,” Ophi says, moments before Marask spots the pie stall.

He places Cass back in his back and darts over.

“Finest pies in all the underneath,” the merchant says. “Can I interest you in a few? Thirty-five silver.”

Marask whistles. “Ooh, are they – is this a free sample?” He picks one up and shoves it in his mouth without waiting for an answer.

“Hey!” The merchant stabs him without blinking, lunging across his stall to do so.

Marask swears and reels back, shifting forms to crow and back to human again.

“Shit,” says the merchant, face paling. “Shit, I’m sorry, uh – here.” He packs up five pies and hands them to Marask. “Free of charge.”

“Um. Thanks?” Marask shrugs and puts them away.

Ophi pays for five pies and takes a further five under cover of a spell, which she hands to Skadi. “Ok. Back to Carric and Uriel?”

~

They return to the small room to find Annan, free of her old lady guise, panicking in the corner.

“Where the fuck have you been?” she bursts out, the minute they enter. “Your friends left, one after the other, and the spell wore off, and this isn’t exactly safe for me – did you forget I have a death threat hanging over my head?”

Ophi whips out her flute and plays a soft tune that calms Annan down. “Here.” She places Annan under the illusion of a dog. “That should be safe enough.”

“Hey, where did the others go?” Marask asks, looking around. “This... is where we said we’d meet them, right?”

Someone knocks the door closed, and a low hum of magic vibrates through the room. The straps on the chair tighten on nothing, and the mirror on the back of the door lightens and clears to show a stone wall. The light cast against it suggests it’s outside in the clear skies.

“Uh - hello?” Marask calls through it, stepping up to peer either side, as if that’ll help him see more.

“What did you do to Aelfswild!” Annan screeches. “You didn’t have to kill him! We wouldn’t have snitched, your – whatever this is, it would have been safe!”

“Hey, hush,” Ophi says, and throws a strip of salted beef at the mirror.

It hits the mirror and slides to the ground.

“Worth a shot.” Ophi shrugs, watching as Aurora snaps up the beef.

Ophi examines it. “So... it’s sorcerous,” she says.

“No shit,” says Annan, who seems to have exhausted herself.

“I don’t know which Elder God, though.”

“Can you... call someone to answer?” Marask asks.

“I’ll try?” Ophi closes her eyes to concentrate, placing one hand on the mirror and the other on Gordon’s back.

The mirror rebuffs her attempt, leaving her with slightly scorched fingers.

“Ok, can we just-” Skadi crouches to pick the lock on the door.

It doesn’t work; whatever magic has started the communication spell seems to have frozen the lock.

Marask yells and breaks up the chair in an attempt to disrupt the magic, which leaves them with a shattered chair and a comms spell still open. “Here.” He holds the back of the chair out to Ophi. “Do your thing.”

She looks confused for a moment, before he gestures at the door. “Right.” She takes the back of the chair and charges at the door.

The mirror shatters as she careens into it, and the door breaks around the lock, swinging open.

The spell dies, fizzling out.

“So...”

“Let’s try that again,” Ophi says, and repairs the mirror. She focuses her own communication spell and this time it opens in a dark room, the only light coming in through a thin, high window.

There’s the impression of a pile of straw along the back wall, which is dark stone spattered with something like moss, or mould, that glistens in the faint light.

As they look on this, something shifts in the straw and pulls back.

“Hello?” Ophi calls through.

“Who - who’s there?”

“We’re friends,” Marask says.

(Behind him, Skadi scoffs; “You’ve barely met this person”)

“You’re not – how did you get in here?”

“Where are you?” Ophi asks.

“A - tower. In the mountains. I think.”

“What’s your name?” Marask asks.  

They shift slightly, and the group make out the glint of shackles around thin wrists. “Tayse.”

“Who locked you up, Tayse?”

“My - my friend. I was helping her, I thought... she tricked me, she’s going to do something bad and I can’t - I can’t stop her.” They shift; the group see dirty feet appear through the straw, uncomfortably thin.

“What’s your friend’s name?”

“And how long have you been in there?”

“Ilromi. A year, I think. I’m sorry, I can’t...”

“That’s ok. We’ll find you,” Ophi says, and closes the spell.

“Should we find them?” Skadi asks.

“You heard what they said.”

“They could be lying; they’re the one locked up.” Skadi shrugs.

Aurora, beside her, lashes her tail and growls.

“Should we try and find the others?” Marask asks. “And work out where we’re going.”

“They had those documents to pick up, right?” Ophi says. “Maybe they went to get them.”

Annan scoffs.

“We should probably work out what we’re doing with her, too.”

“What you’re doing – you're going to let me go,” Annan says. “I helped you! I found this place for you. Isn’t that enough?”

Marask shrugs as he pushes the door open. “Possibly.”

~

They retrieve the documents from Enneth with only slight confusion (“You... aren’t the people that dropped these off.” “Yeah, we’re friends, we go way back.” “... Alright. Got the rest of my money?” “They didn’t-” “Half up front, half after.”) and find them to be the blueprints of a place called Ascension’s court and a map of another layer of tunnels under the city.

Annan attempts to dig in her heels as they make tracks towards Aewyth’s barracks, but Ophi points out that she’s still hidden as long as she stays with them.

Aewyth is... perplexed by their appearance. “New person. Where are the other two?”

“No idea,” Ophi says, sitting on her desk. “So hey, do you know anyone called Ilromi or Tayse?”

Aewyth watches as Aurora chases Gordon around her office, papers flying in their wake. “Can’t say that I do.” She lunges to catch a teetering stack before it could collapse. “I told you before – Asz is better suited to help you.”

“Alright!” Marask launches himself out of the (thankfully open) window. “C’mon guys, let’s go see Ass-Cheeks!”

The rest of them pile out the window and race around the barracks to pull faces outside various windows in the building before leaving.

~

Aszacixxl is alone in his house when they arrive.

“Sup, Lizardman,” Ophi says in greeting.

Aszacixxl frowns at them all as they enter.

“Hey, Ass-Cheeks, d’you know anyone called Tayse or Ilromi?” Marask throws himself onto the couch.

Aszacixxl closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath before he answers. “Neither are common names. I’ve never heard of any Tayse, but there have been a few Ilromis of note.

“Do you have any maps?” Skadi asks. “Of the world; we need to find a tower.”

Aszacixxl nods and pulls one out, rolling it across the table on top of the documents he’d been working at. “Did you find anything in Aelfswild’s office?”

“Oh, so like-” Marask sort of sits up, and absolutely blasts Aszacixxl with a barrage of just how their day’s been going.

Aszacixxl blinks as he tries to take it all in. “I... see.”

“And these are the people you’re getting to help?” Annan asks, sounding supremely dismissive.

“Why... are you a dog?” Aszacixxl asks, beginning to sound tired.

“For my own ‘Safety’,” Annan replies. “Since they won’t let me leave the world.”

“You should come with us,” Marask says. “We need to find out which Ilromi we’re looking for.”

“The... Scriptorium will have copies of lineages; that may help.” Aszacixxl doesn’t seem all that keen to follow the group.

“Alright, cool,” Marask says, standing. “You comin’?”

“Perhaps I should stay and keep an eye on Annan?”

“Nah, come on, Ass-Cheeks, safety in numbers and all that.” Marask tugs him to his feet. “Let’s gooooo.”

~

Marask stops in the middle of the Scriptorium’s entrance hall and yells out, “Where’s your senior book wrangler? I need an adult!”

“I thought you were an adult,” says Skadi, who’s looking confused. “I admit I haven’t really... studied how long you humans live, but you look like you should be an adult.”

“Looks,” Annan murmurs, “Can be deceiving.”

“Here, I’ll just-” Ophi focuses a spell and summons a book that should be useful.

As it flies through the open doors before them, Autag steps out of her office and grabs it, cancelling the spell. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you the senior book wrangler?” Marask asks. “I think that’s the book we need.”

“We’re not here for a fight,” Skadi says, quickly.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Annan mutters.

“Hush, puppy,” Ophi hisses at her, and then smiles at Autag. “We just need that book to look someone up.”

“Look, I have a dragon!” Marask announces, and pulls Cass from his bag to wave in Autag’s face.

“An impressively competent spell,” Autag says, dismissing Cass as nothing more than that. She hands the book to Aszacixxl (who’s looking more worn out by the second) and points them towards a study room. “When you’re done, just leave the book in there. We’ll put it away.”

They enter the room and crowd around the table to page through the book.

“Wait,” Ophi says, and stops on a page. “There’s an Ilromi, but...”

“What?”

“That’s my last name.”

This Ilromi is marked as “Ilromi Hunzruae”, and has a sister called Mircadia.

“That’s... that’s my mother’s name.” Ophi taps Mircadia.

Ophibwynn isn’t written below them.

“Maybe that’s not the one we’re looking for?”

“No, wait-” Ophi pricks her thumb and dabs a spot of blood onto Ilromi’s name. She focuses her magic on that, and sends out a seeking spell.

It comes up against resistance almost instantly, but before the spell breaks, Ophi gets the sense that this Ilromi is north of them, somewhere.

“There were some towers north of here, right?" Skadi asks.

Aszacixxl rolls out the map he’d brought from his home. “Here.”

There are two; the Tower of Akac the Vile, and the Tower of Broken Worlds.

“Is your mother still alive?” Skadi asks.

Ophi wrinkles her nose. “Yes, but...”

“We should go visit her!” Marask announces.

“Do we have to?”

“She may be able to help us rule out your aunt,” Skadi says.

Ophi sighs. “Alright. She lives in Behrtio, so... I guess we’ll head there.”

#campaign #dnd #FATE CORE RPG #fate rpg #Dungeons and Dragons #homebrew

[hadestownmodern]

Charcuterie Board

Well. This did not turn out like I meant it to. But alas. Enjoy. 

-A

“That’s cheating”

“There’s no cheating, this is my house and my tradition.”

“This isn’t a tradition, we didn’t do this last year!”

“You didn’t do this last year because you didn’t come, ask Orpheus, we’ve done this ever since he was a child.”

“Orpheus!” Eurydice whines, turning on the balls of her feet to face him, hands going to her hips. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Orpheus looks up from where he stands beside Persephone, where he bounces Melody as Persephone tries to make her laugh. His eyes give the evidence that he was not in fact paying attention to the complaints of his almost wife, as hazel eye flit around the kitchen looking for context. “Tell you what? Oh, that we make char-Coochie boards?”

Persephone snorts, looking away from Orpheus as she reaches for her wine, trying not to laugh at him for his slip up, instead, biting her lip as she looks away. Demeter shakes her head at her daughter, instead reaching into Orpheus’ arms to rock Melody in her own.

Hades chuckles to himself, not letting Orpheus distract him from the way he was slicing strawberries to fit the aesthetic he aimed for, Junie sitting on the counter next to him as she organizes pieces of cheese with the delicate hands of a four year old.

Hermes does not react, instead sipping his red wine as he organizes wheat crackers into elaborate shapes on the bamboo board in front of him.

“A… what board Orpheus?” Eurydice asks, looking between the three adults who raised him, who seemed unfazed by his choice of words. She’s shaking her head as she looks between them all, mostly at Persephone who couldn’t quite succeed at hiding her laughter.

“A char-Coochie board? What you’re making? With the cheese and the crackers..” Orpheus gestures to the island, covered with the makings of multiple cheese boards, spread out for the apparent tradition. He swipes a handful of grapes as his hand grazes over them, holding them out to her.

“....that’s not what it’s called Orpheus.” Eurydice explains, wide eyes glancing at his with concern. “It’s a charcuterie board.”

“No, Rydice, we always do this, it’s a char coochie board.” Orpheus argues playfully, tossing a few grapes into his mouth. “We do this every year.”

Eurydice looks around the kitchen incredulously, between Hades who chuckles and Hermes who just shakes his head in disbelief. Demeter is the only one not reacting, instead walking around the kitchen with her forehead pressed to Melody’s as she sings lightly to the four month old.

“...No one ever told him what it was called?” Eurydice asks in exasperation, directly linking eyes with Persephone. “No one thought it was a good idea?”

“What are you talking about? Seph-“ He looks to her desperately, confusion etched on his sweet features. “What do you mean that’s not what it’s called?”

Persephone is smirking now, as she settles her wine glass down, leaning forward on her elbows. “Listen. The first time you said it you were like four! And you were so cute and it was so funny..”

“And to be fair, we did correct you. You just couldn’t say it.” Hades chimes in, now handing Junie individual slices of various vegetables to place around the cutting board.

“And we just assumed as you got older you’d learn on you own.” Comes Hermes calming voice, as he adds rosemary garnishes to the dish in front of him, before reaching out to take Melody from Demeter, allowing the older woman to go back to making some herbal based tea at the stove.

“Even I know it’s a charcuterie board, Ophie.” Comes the sweet voice of Junie, who is adamantly stirring honey and cream cheese in an elegantly designed dip bowl. “I just thought you said it funny, and daddy said not to tell you you’re wrong.”

“Besides-“ Persephone clears her throat, pouring herself another glass of wine. She looks at her husband and makes a gesture with her hand “Hades, cover her ears.”

“Mama, i’m a big-“ Junie starts but is too late as her father’s hands are over her ears.

Persephone looks between Orpheus and Eurydice with a smirk on her face. “A char coochie board is what you’ll be having after your wedding in four days-“

The color drains out of Orpheus’s face as Eurydice’s jaw falls, looking frantically between the others in the room. “Seph!” Eurydice hisses, hiding her face in her hands.

“Persephone!” Hades admonishes, shaking his head, and despite this he still laughs before letting Junie hear again. “I mean, I hope you’re-“

“Stop, stop, stop, please.” Orpheus begs, shaking his head anxiously. “Please stop talking about-“

“Orpheus, there is nothing to be ashamed of, it’s perfectly normal and natural, you two are very in love, and Melody is evidence that you-“ Demeter begins, in an ethereal voice that usually signifies the beginning of a discussion on the cosmic nature of their lives.

“Leave the boy alone, we all know what he does and we all don’t want to think about it.” Hermes defends the young couple, walking back and forth with Melody babbling content lay in his arms. “Orpheus, sit down before you fall over. Eurydice, you look like you could use a drink.”

Eurydice can feel the color has drained from her face, the humiliation running deep in her veins. “I can’t drink, Melody might get hungry and-“

“Girl. You look ready to pass out.” Hermes instructs, nodding to Persephone who pulls one of the wine glasses from the above head drying rack.

Eurydice only nods, making her way closer to the island in a daze. Orpheus has settled himself on the nearby couch, blankly staring into the fireplace.

“Great job, Seph, they’re in shock.” Hades murmurs, helping Junie jump down from the counter top as they finish their board.

“They’re just embarrassed, as if we can’t all do the Melody math.” Persephone rolls her eyes, scooping her daughter onto her lap as she runs over, before sliding a half filled glass of wine to Eurydice. “It’ll take the edge off.”

“It’s time to judge the boards, everyone.” Junie announces, kicking her feet contently from her place in her mother’s arms. “Amma judges.” She explains, looking to Demeter who is patiently steeping a bag of tea in her favorite mug at Persephone’s house.

“Only two this year?” Demeter asks, glancing between the elegance of Hades and the Simplicity of Hermes’. “Unlike you.”

“Well I was going to make one-“ Eurydice mumbles, easily drinking the whole glass of wine at once. “But someone cheated and used Junie.”

“You could have used melody for help, no rules against it. Junie just has the creative eye, right baby?” Persephone teases, kissing June’s cheek. “Ooh, Junie, go get my board out for Amma.”

“...okay now that’s cheating.” Eurydice grumbles, swirling the drops of red wine in her glass. “You can’t pre-make the board.”

“Persephone, you don’t even cook.” Hermes reminds, gently patting melody’s back to coax the infant to sleep against his shoulder.

“It’s not a cheese board, silly.” Junie explains, as she dutifully runs to the refrigerator and pulls out the bright red plate.

“It’s a dessert board, not a char coochie board.” Persephone teases, helping Junie place the plate on the table. Indeed, it is covered in chocolates and strawberries, crackers replaced by graham crackers, and marshmallows as a topping. “Though, I suppose, a char coochie board could be your dessert, Orpheus-“

“Persephone.” Hades groans, scooping Junie onto his hip as Demeter traipsed the various options at the table, adamantly judging her family’s work.

“Why don’t you do gingerbread houses like normal people?” Eurydice snaps, pouring herself another glass of wine right at the table.

“Why not use birth control like normal people?” Persephone teases, eating a handful of sugared almonds.

“Persephone wins!” Demeter decides in her airy voice, looking between her family around her. “I like the honey comb.”

“...okay, that’s cheating, mama.”

#umm I can't say charcuterie #so I said char coochie #and thats how this happened #eurydice #orpheus #hades #persephone #hermes #orpheus and eurydice #orphydice #innuendos #hades and perseophone #modern au #Hadestown modern #hadestown modern au #Annika writes

[dumbofassjoey]

YOUR THRONE IS THE ONE DANGER ZONE

WHO: joey hummel-anderson ft. cam, zoe, lemon, trace, finn, dylan, julien, lj, ophie WHEN: thursday, 28th january WHERE: mckinley WHAT: joey finally takes that test and he ends up passing, which leads him to sing “take me to the pilot”!

The day had finally come – it seemed like this week had taken forever to pass and that was mostly because this test had been the only thing on his mind for most of it. After Principal Remington accused him of cheating on one of the tests, the truth was that Joey hadn’t actually cheated on this one; however, that didn’t mean he knew what he had done to get such a good grade – he mostly had just filled the bubbles in a random order and it ended with him getting a drawing of a dinosaur. It was weird being alone in one of the classrooms, especially since the teacher didn’t seem like they wanted to be there at all – which was understandable, since Joey didn’t want to be there either, but he was ready to prove principal Remington wrong. As he took a seat on one of the desks and the teacher handed him the scantron sheet that he was familiar with, Joey let out a sigh as he looked down at it. “Can I use crayons?” Joey asked, but he immediately regretted it once he saw the look on the teacher’s face. Taking out a pencil, Joey took a deep breath as he started reading the questions – he had to pass this test.

It seemed like the time flew by and it felt like Joey’s brain was going to explode – he couldn’t remember a time where had been so focused on something, but he wasn’t even sure if any of it was right. Before he knew it, the teacher was snatching the test from him and Joey looked up at them, before getting up from his seat and making his way outside – he would know the grade in a couple of minutes, so he would just wait in the hall. Joey was nervous, but once he got outside, he looked at his friends that had been waiting for him to finish the test – Finn, Cam, Zoe and Trace were all standing outside and quickly turned their heads as they approached Joey. “How did it go? Do you think you passed?” Finn asked Joey, but before he could even answer, Cam was intervening. “I’m sure you did great, bud!” He said, before patting him on the back – all Joey did was nod his head at them, as he looked back to the door. What was supposed to only be a few minutes, turned to almost half an hour, until Zoe finally said something. “She’s taking too long, what could take so long to put the test through the Scantron machine?” She asked, before Trace widened his eyes and looked at Joey. “You didn’t use crayons, did you? That shit breaks the machine!” Trace warned him, but as Joey opened his mouth to answer, he heard the door open and quickly turned his head to look at the teacher.

“Well, Mr. Hummel-Anderson, I actually had to put the test through the machine a couple of times to make sure my eyes didn’t deceive me… I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but you got a B minus, congratulations.” The teacher said with somewhat a smile, before handing the sheet to Joey, which he quickly took away from her to make sure she wasn’t messing with him – she wasn’t and he had proven Brock Remington wrong. As he turned around to look at his friends with a smile, he could see that they were cheering for him. Turning his head, he saw Ophie joining the group and asking what was going. “I passed my test!” Joey said, before showing her the test. “You know what, I think I have the perfect song for this week’s assignment.” And just like that, the first notes of ‘Take me to the Pilot’ started playing and Joey was walking down the hall with Trace right behind him.

“If you feel that it’s real, I’m on trial and I’m here in your prison. Like a coin in your mint, I am dented and I’m spent with high treason.” Joey started off, before taking a turn in the hall and spotting Lemon and Dylan walking together, quickly making his way towards them and wrapping his arms around their necks as he kept singing. “Through a glass eye, your throne is the one danger zone, take me to the pilot for control… Take me to the pilot of your soul!” Joey sang out, as Lemon and Dylan sang along with him as they made their way to the choir room and walked inside, where most of the people were already sitting down in all of the chairs, Joey kept singing the song  with all of his heart – today was a good day and he was making sure that everyone was having fun while Joey sang. Even if Lemon and Dylan were singing in the background, everyone seemed to have joined in singing.

“Take me to the pilot, lead me through the chamber, take me to the pilot, I am but a stranger!” Joey sang, making sure to keep the same energy he had as he walked in the choir room, running towards the rest of the glee club and falling to his knees in front of Julien and LJ, who were now singing the “na na na” along with him – he even got a smile out of LJ, which seemed to rare since the other seemingly didn’t like being part of the Glee Club. As the song went back to the chorus, Joey was feeling better than never, as he hit the high notes he had to hit, while everyone sang along with him. As he finished the song, everyone was clapping at him and Joey couldn’t help but to let out a small chuckle, as he raised the test that he took earlier and showed it to the glee club. “Guess I’m not that bad at school.” He finished off, before taking a deep breath after the performance – at that moment, he was just happy that he got his chance to shine in glee club and that he had finally passed a test.

#self para #/this bad #/pls don't read thx

[alchemist-shizun]

Darkness falls in time

Read on Ao3!

Word Count: 2,699

Characters: Deceit, Remus (minorly) and a new boy. (Ophis is Deceit’s pet snake gifted by the other sides)

Pairing(s): Either none or open to interpretation

Warning(s): Major character death, suicide, self-harm implication, one mention of knife, relapse, sort of panic attack, poisoning, blood mentions, pet death.

Summary: Deceit was failing and he wasn’t able to admit it to himself. What the others weren’t aware of was that it wasn’t entirely his fault.

A/N: OH BOY Y'ALL this idea came from this post my dear friend Lance made, and I thought why not make a sequel to “As soon as the curtain is raised”? You don’t really have to read the other one to understand this one, just know that Deceit went too far with trying to be accepted and all the rest of the sides ultimately noticed and helped him. Please be mindful of the heavy topics of this fic and stay safe. Hope you enjoy! Is this my take on the orange side who knows maybe not oops

✾

❝ Close your eyes, scoop the wind, dissolve yourself, ring the bells.

No matter how many times the thunder hits, I will go beyond the darkness while singing. ❞

Relapsing.

Worsening. Deteriorating. Degenerating. Sickening. Weakening.

Failing.

Deceit was failing and he wasn’t able to admit it to himself, let alone the others.

Erosion, a natural, gradual and undetectable disaster now applied to all the improvement he had reached in such a long time.

Useless steps forward against an enormous jump meters back, as if startled by his own progress.

His fingers trailed over his left cheek, barely brushing the uneven path his scales left; normally when he did that, Ophis would appear between his hands in all his grace, reminding him how blindingly charming snake skin looked with his bright yellow pigment.

Were he able to move in that particular moment, he would’ve checked on him.

Instead, his eyes seemed to widen from the perpetual frowning gaze and fixate on the rug.

Just like one of those alluring energies that pulled you towards an unknown destination, Deceit was unconsciously being dragged back into the dark pit of his own tragic fall.

Urgings of all kinds piled up on top of each other, resulting in nothing but chaos as he moved his eyes regretfully to his hands.

Held up at chest level, he could barely make out the outline of those trembling sunny gloves that he would have been able to rip apart into shreds at any given moment.

It wasn’t himself. It was that again. Testing and trying him so that could seek delight in his decadence.

Deceit parted his lips and focused all of his strength in his throat, forcing out any sound that could have made sense.

Which didn’t happen immediately.

Instead, a choking sensation pervaded his body and he forgot how to breathe altogether.

Not even gasping for air, he waited until he was so devoid of oxygen that he sucked in a short breath in a tick.

« Rem, » he knew Remus was on the other end of the couch, busying himself with whichever object he had previously created.

« Dee? » the duke had been eyeing him from that exact spot for a good minute by then, preparing for an eventual need of assistance.

That was the case, indeed.

Remus studied his friend’s complexion: his focus completely on himself, the realization that he was not going to steady himself without help. Deceit kept staring at his hands, the unstoppable visible shaking setting dread in his insides, all while hunched over himself.

He watched him meet his eyes with a careful movement of his head.

« Stop me. »

That was the cue.

Stop me, or I won’t be able alone. Stop me, or I will rip off the skin from my face again. Stop me, or I will scream until my voice is soar and I will hate myself.

Stop me.

Or I will regret it.

Dark Creativity moved, impossibly cautious as he laced his fingers around Deceit’s wrists in a loose lock.

Frantic heartbeats coming from the trembling side were all that separated them.

Remus drew ghost lines on the other’s arm, so to give him some sense of grounding reality; he pulled both to each other’s feet, beginning their journey towards their usual destination during severe episodes of relapse: the Imagination.

Roman and Remus had found their hangout place to be an effective solution, as futile as it could sound.

Despite it being the literal embodiment of unreality, it helped Deceit visualize his damaging memories and destroy them altogether.

Once they left the room, a young petite snake shifted ever so slightly in his aquarium: Ophis was used to being a comfort pet for the troubled side, but was always kept aside when the most urgent relapsing struck.

It was crystal clear already that Deceit hadn’t been doing well.

Ophis was there so he reminded himself of a daily routine, so he would feed him and check on him constantly and set himself back on track with his tasks.

Yet, in the last few weeks the days in which Deceit would forget to give the tiny pet his food would increase, he would carry through the hours without allowing himself a break to pet him for a while, sinking deeper in his melancholy state instead.

If only Roman had also given Ophis the ability to notify them when things were going downhill.

Even if he had been able to, he wouldn’t have probably had enough strength to do it: it wasn’t like none other than Deceit cared about him, but lately events had been so shaky and everyone was rushing to get Deceit to calm down, ending up with innocently failing to remember Ophis would get ill.

And getting ill he did.

The worst case scenario: he represented the deterioration his owner’s mind was being subjugated to.

Which meant ultimately that was only little time left before the inevitable.

Because of that, that destroyer of psyche.

In another side of the Mindscape, Remus was still leading his friend toward a worn-looking door he crossed everyday; he’d recall memories here and there, making sure Deceit was focused on the present reality.

« Go on, then, » once inside the Imagination, they stopped in the middle of nothingness. « Relinquish it all. »

Deceit hadn’t found it difficult the first time he tried to bend the landscape to his will, it seemed his willpower to recall disastrous events outweighed Remus’s own creative flow.

He had his eyes closed out of habit, preparing himself to the blight he’d caused.

« Uh … why is it all dark? » the duke called at his side, looking around himself for any of his usual ferocious creatures.

A reminded that was still there.

« Please no, leave me alone. » Deceit muttered under his breath, looking towards the sky in defeat.

« What are- Do you want me to leave? »

He looked at his friend, who had misunderstood who his interlocutor was.

And nodded.

Facing that alone it was, then.

Remus raised an eyebrow, unconvinced and hesitant as he headed for the door.

« Just shout something lewd when you need me. »

Deceit let himself chuckle. « As per usual, will do. »

Then Remus left.

Then he started running.

Ophis watched as the duke made his entrance with no trophy: doom hovered upon them as the snake remembered that everytime Deceit was left alone in the Imagination, his condition would unfathomably worsen.

« He said I had to leave. » he mused whilst pacing towards the pet. « It’s not like I don’t trust him, but this whole ordeal is kinda suspicious. »

Ophis watched with half-lidded eyes as Dark Creativity brushed part of his skin.

« But what do you know? » he shrugged. « I don’t think there’s anything dangerous in the complete nothingness anyway. »

The snake was barely able to keep staring at the bright green and pitch black of his clothing.

« This little guy seems sleepy, huh? » Remus took a step back from the aquarium.

« I’ll leave you be, too. »

Deceit had started running.

In the deepness of the obscurity left by his mind’s amalgamation of perceiving and memories, now become the reality around him, he slowed only once a moonlit spot sparkled between what appeared to be leafless trees blackened by trauma.

He halted to look around himself multiple times.

« What do you want?! » the desperate called out at the sky, hands curled into fists as his arms were slightly raised. « Just tell me what you want and leave me alone, please! »

Low chuckling came thundering like an ancient deity upon preying a hopeless faithful mortal.

Deceit shook his head, holding it between his hands only to glance back at the dark clouds descending before him.

An anthropomorphic figure he recognized all too well distinguished itself from its smokey frame, two arms crossed over a chest, a finger tapping eagerly.

An open-mouthed mischievous grin embellished the ever-changing shape of that face.

Two eyes opened and a pair of orange, almost golden irises pierced through Deceit, as bright as the incandescent steel of a soon-to-be weapon.

His feet touched the ground, sizzling the grass until it disintegrated in grey ashen particles, becoming one with the trail of obsidian mist left behind every single inch of his outline.

He looked like he was about to fade away at any given moment.

Deceit had already been wearing a worn expression by the time he approached, leaving the air heavy around them, as if a bubble of destruction had just encaged them.

The figure widened its smile.

« Get out. » the side muttered, finding breathing an overbearing task all of a sudden. « Why are you finding this so funny? Just- get over yourself! »

He stepped forward until only a few inches separated them, chuckling again as fingers acuminated like a knife cupped Deceit’s face, cutting his cheeks with evanescent fog.

« Oh, angel, you know I can’t simply do that, »

« Don’t call me that. » the side lowered his eyebrows, squinting.

« There’s no fun in waiting around … Why not just strike at once every now and then? » a fabricated pitiful gaze met disgust. « You know how I am, after all. Who I am. »

« I’m tired of playing your idiotic games, » Deceit leaned in with venom on his tongue as he sputtered out his name. « Decay. »

Decay made a sound in the back of his throat. « And yet you seem to still fall for them. How peculiar. » he let his arms fall to his side, eyes lingering on the other’s face as the black vapour left his cheeks gradually. « Why? » taking a step backward, his voice grew louder. « Can you not resist me, angel? » a lopsided smile framed his last word.

« You know exactly the reason why. You’re doing dirty work you’re not supposed to out of spite. » Deceit referenced in his mind the countless times his conditions had kept decreasing to a point of no return, especially when he had started picking at his scales, months prior.

And Decay knew that.

Because he had been the cause of it all along.

« You know, sometimes I don’t understand. » as he paced around the side, anything he touched dissolved into the void of non-existence. « You’ve been rejected, and I was, too. »

That had happened a long time earlier.

Decay had strived for so long to become a side, but never succeeded as his sole purpose served as a mean of deterioration of Thomas’s mind. His actions had been purely destructive and they had to keep him at bay to protect the entirety of the Mindscape and Thomas’s brain itself.

His was one of those overwhelming powers not even he could control, or rather, he didn’t want to control them; destruction was something that needed to be slow and progressive, while Decay was not one for patience at all.

They made him let off steam by keeping him in the Imagination and having the two Creativities deal with him, letting him damage catastrophically anything they built.

Remus was the best at keeping up with him, but there were times in which both he and Roman came back from their encounter absolutely devastated, pushed over their limit.

It was then that Thomas was the most stressed out, so they all teamed up to make sure they would get some rest and a break.

But Decay would eventually come back, eager to unleash his energy even stronger than before, getting worse by the days.

None of them would have been able to stand a chance against him in the long run.

And now, tired of the monotone fights with Roman and Remus, he decided to strike his blow on Deceit, making only him pay for the grudges he held against all of the sides.

« So I wonder … » he stopped to rest an arm on Deceit’s shoulder, who believed for a moment it would fall right through him.

He felt his clothes almost burning, Decay’s eyes stabbing the side of his face, pleading to be taken into consideration.

« Why are you still in my way? »

Deceit bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the self-destructive urges such closeness with the other caused; were he to move, he would have fallen to his knees.

« Our circumstances differ for one detail: the only reason why I’ve been “rejected”, as you put it, is because of a misunderstanding between me and Thomas, which I will resolve in due time. »

« Yeah, that’s it. » Decay’s fingers dug in his skin. « Is that the line you learnt by heart to appease yourself? » it felt like Deceit’s own venom had started circulating in his thoughts instead of his blood. « Is that what you tell yourself everytime a hint of doubt crosses your mind? » the pitiful tone came back.

Decay chuckled and placed a hand on Deceit’s left cheek. « Oh, angel, » he carefully moved his head so the other looked at him. « It doesn’t work like that against me. »

All Deceit wanted was to push him away, yet he hurt all over, so all he could fathom to do was comply to that tedious monologue and refrain from punching that delicate face that was way too impending on himself.

« You of all people should know that lying isn’t necessary in this situation. So why do you keep trying? »

« Can we skip this futile blabber and get to the point already? »

« How long has it been since you started trying to convince yourself you might make it? »

Deceit shuddered. « Shut up. »

« They accepted Remus before they even considered you. »

« Shut up. » he curled his hands into fists at his sides. « I’m not falling for your trap again. »

« Oh, are you sure about that, angel? » Decay stepped aside to stare him down: he was met with a trembling body, as shaky as a winter’s leaf, eyes about to spill some tears and mind on the verge of a serious breakdown.

Decay was surprised he had endured his presence that long.

Two different coloured irises bored into intensely orange ones, between fear, determination and the will to wreak havoc.

« Yes, » Deceit turned, finally faced him, and focused his strength on lifting one of his arms to grip at Decay’s shoulder. He remembered they were in the Imagination, which permitted him to bend it to his own will, too.

« Want to know why? »

At once, Decay’s misty presence became a perfectly distinguishable body and, as he was too busy being astonished and looking at his solid self, Deceit opened the button on one of his gloves and brought his wrist to his teeth the moment Decay’s glance fell back on the side’s face.

Ophis felt it.

He knew when Deceit dipped his teeth in his veins and let the venom pour and infect his blood, he knew when Deceit squeezed his eyes shut like it was all an ineffable nightmare.

He knew when they were both about to die.

So Ophis let himself rest in his lonely aquarium, while Remus was sharing his doubts with Roman in the other living room, unknowing.

« Because, »

Decay’s disbelief didn’t falter as Deceit reached him, his feet slithering on the disintegrated grass.

The side portrayed a tight lipped sad smile, but with a hint of triumph.

« I’m taking you down with me. »

Deceit pulled Decay’s arm to his mouth, stabbing his skin open with his canines and crushing Decay’s own degeneration with the most catastrophic poison.

Black and purple painted their veins: wide eyes accused the snake-faced side, the same eyes that stared down at their owner’s newly acquainted body fading away into the wind the same way he had dissolved the grass around him before.

And when those same two eyes disappeared the way they came to be, for the last time, Deceit allowed himself to rest.

He fell to the ground and slipped into eternal slumber.

#purp's writings #deceit sanders #remus sanders #ts deceit #ts remus #imma give a name to the new character #ts decay #ts ophis #there the snake too #sanders sides #fanfiction #ts fanfic #angst #read the warnings #tw major character death #tw suicide #tw blood #pet death

[monsterstbh]

another gift to @helthehatter for her comic monster lair! i adore her and i’m thankful for our friendship even tho im very bad at talking :o) 

contains: cassius / ophelia 

He starts to wonder if it’ll be the dread or the embarrassment that kills him first. Both, obviously, can’t actually kill him but there is a first for everything and Cassius is sure it’ll happen here. His wings shift, showing obvious discomfort because all Ophelia is doing is staring at him with her mouth forming an ‘o’ shape and really, it’s not cause for concern because that could mean anything –

But –

He –

“This was a mistake,” He pulls back and his hands clasp together like a shield in front of his chest. Ophelia has always been known for swift and clean exits, and Cassius would love to think he also had the same grace, but his side clips a desk, and ow, but he presses forward.

It makes him miss the wave of emotions that flicker across Ophelia’s face like a stop motion movie. She was just surprised, because while she holds a deep caring for all her boys, Cassius has always just been a little bit more special to her. Her first introduction to this crazy world and the one who has always had her back. She just didn’t think that any of them would like her the way she liked them.

Because –

She –

“Wait!”

Ophelia moves quick like a snake striking its prey but with the gentle force behind a mother’s embrace to grab Cassius’ hand. She can’t let him escape this room because she knows if he walks out of that door her world would shatter into a million pieces and she doesn’t think she is smart enough to put it all back together by herself.

Cassius is tense when she claims his hand and he pauses, pulling back the wetness around his eyes, before he turns towards her. The small gleam of hope in his eyes isn’t something he means to put there, but just a reaction from deep in his chest.

Ophelia is looking at him with wide eyes. A pair of eyes Cassius is so familiar with that most days he can tell exactly what she is thinking just by looking at them. Today, it seems, he is blinded by his own anxiety.

She opens her mouth, stops, looks away with a swing of her head. Cassius’ chest clenches so hard it hurts.

“Cass,” She starts and she doesn’t know what to say. She wants to say yes, scream it to the sky and dance where she stands. But – She’s…herself. She just a human girl that was smart enough to get into a school full of people (monsters, she reminds herself) so different from her and they live in a world that she leaves every afternoon when the bell rings. And, to top it all off, this is their last year here. They would all be parting ways after this, wouldn’t they? They, most of all Cassius and her, had such different goals and dreams.

He wouldn’t want to keep her for long.

“Ophie…,” He frowns.

“I would,” She takes a breath and pulls on his hand, fiddling with his clawed fingers. He watches her do it and daydreams about it happening in a different situation.

“You would?” He echoes, voice on the verge of either cracking or slipping away entirely.    

“Yes, I – I would. I want too so much that just thinking about it makes unbearably happy,” Her voice is choking up and now her fingers are curling with his.

“Then…why?” He asks tentatively. He knows, if she has her reasons then he should respect them. But, it would (maybe, probably not) make this all easier if he knew them.

“Because I don’t want to be a mistake in your life,” She says and her gaze drops like a cinderblock to the floor.

Cassius feels like he’s been stuck in the chest. A mistake? She thinks she would be a mistake?

He pulls her close, using the grip they already have on each other as leverage. His wings wrap around her sides, gently brushing along her.

“Ophie, you could never be a mistake. You’re so wonderful. You make me so happy. You’re so talented and smart and I can’t wait to see where you go, because it’s going to be so far and high,” He says and slips his fingers from her grasp to slide them to her cheeks and cup her face. He gently tugs her gaze upwards because he wants her to know just how serious he is.

“If you think for a moment that you wouldn’t be beyond what I could ever want – just a surplus of joy that I could drown in everyday then you would be so wrong.” He wraps his arms around her tightly and she tenses for a moment before melting into him.

“Really?” She asks even though she knows Cassius would never lie to her; that’s just not something he does.  

“Beyond positive,” He replies.

She takes a shaky breath.

He keeps one in.

“I think,” She whispers against his chest, “If you want, that I would love too.”

It’s a relief, because his heart starts beating at a normal pace once more and Ophelia pulls back to look up at him. He gives her the sweetest smile he can, bat-like nose crinkling more than it already is.

There is a clatter from the other side of the classroom in the doorway that make them both twirl in the noise’s direction.

Gil and Dominic lay in the entrance of the doorway, like they had fallen over one another. He can already tell that they’d been listening for awhile and it makes his face burn in embarrassment.

“Gil! Dom!” Ophelia snap temper kicks in and she looks aghast that they were even in a hundred-foot radius of the confession.

 “Scatter!” Gil shouts and darts across the doorway and, presumably, down the hall. Dominic is left behind. He doesn’t make to run but rests his chin in his palm instead.

“Well, isn’t this sweet,” He coos. “You two lovebird, finally together. I have so much to tell my diary tonight- Whoo!” And suddenly Dominic is dragged out of the doorway poltergeist style.

Darren’s head dips around the side, “Sorry, sorry!” And he sinks back around.

Ophelia, bubbling and with newfound joy, starts laughing. Cassius follows suits, because he will always follow where Ophelia goes.  

#Monster Lair #Cassius #Ophelia #my writing #monster boyfriend #helthehatter

[nvvermore]

miss oc shipping… oc shipping my beloved…. anyone want to do any oc shipping… haha jk (unless 🥺👉👈)

#ophie runs their mouth

[grumpyascianteddybear]

👫 / Hadianna

Since neither of them likes to talk about their feelings, I imagine everyone knew before they did. It started with Harmonia, and then the others around them also started to notice. Eventually, Harmonia gives her daughter some advice that she does take after she repaints her apparent following the worst storm that Amaurot ever saw.

We are all aware of how dense Ophi is. So once he and Hadi are together, she really enjoys watching people try and fail to flirt with him. For one, he just doesn't get it cause he isn't close to them, so there is no reason for them to be flirting with him. Two, he is already with someone. So she just watched as these people try so hard and get all frustrated cause he just isn't getting it. After a bit, she will walk over and wrap her arms around him and kiss his cheek before turning to the person that was just trying to flirt with him. She will ask if they needed her boyfriend/husband for something(very point in timeline dependant) for something before walking away as they stare open mouth. She finds it very amusing, and Ophi likely has no idea what exactly just happened.

This is a Harmonia and Hadi headcanon that ties in with Ophi. Harmonia made a familiar named Veloniá, Which translates to Stitch, and yes, he is based on the character Stich from Lilo and Stitch. I am obsessed with that little blue alien, and he is getting added to the blog. Veloniá is very mischievous, much like the ancient that created him. As he was made to help Emet when Harmonia is away, he does have a deep sense of family. Once he is attached to you and considers you as part of his Ohana, that never goes away. He also, by some miracle, escaped the sundering whole. He does have soul sight and so can pick out the shards of family members. In most cases, he sticks close to Ophi as Veloniá is the most worried about this particular member of his Ohana. As a result, post sundering Ophi is often followed but a very strange-looking blue dog. Granted, when Ophi visits Garlemald, Veloniá will b-line for Hadianna.

After 12000 years and having likely found Ophi in more than a few lives post-sundering. There is a decent chance of her having had at least a few run-ins with Zodibus. As a result, he does have a nickname, and this nickname is Zoddy. I will not be taking questions, and he will not shake that nickname. She has given a primal a nickname.

Hadi is very affectionate and her love language is touch. I don't believe she knows that he can't feel things while he is Zodik's Heart. Nor do I believe it is a good idea to tell her. It will make her very sad.

#seatedsacrifice #of twilight (hadi headcannon) #of the sun(harmonia headcannon)

[avengers-nextgen]

The Aftermath VIII

“Today is the day,” Scout sighed, “and I was hoping Siyanda would be here but at least I have you.”

“Gee, thanks,” Piper frowned.

“I meant that as a compliment,” Scout assured. He’d spent as much time as possible researching how to get Drew’s memories back, and it was time to finally attempt the recovery process.

However, he hadn’t planned on the crowd. Sure, Scout expected Orion and his family to be there, Bianca because let’s face it-the poor girl just wanted someone to have something good come out of all this-, and his own parents. Instead, nearly everyone Scout knew had shown up in the lab room looking on with pensive faces. Even Loki, who was there on business, seemed rather reserved.

“You’ll be okay,” Vision assured, breaking his son’s train of thought. “You’ve prepared for this.

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“Then it doesn’t work,” Vision shrugged, “but at least you tried. And then, you assess what went wrong and you try again. It’s what all great minds do. Rarely is anything perfect the first time.”

“Right,” Scout nodded, “just like inventing the lightbulb?”

“Just like inventing the light bulb,” Vision smiled, brushing some wild strands of Scout’s curly hair into place. “Now, go get ‘em.”

“Pipes, can you get Drax?” Scout asked, finding a new burst of confidence. Piper nodded and beckoned the somber man over. “Okay, you’ll need to strip down to your underwear so I can stick these on you.”

Scout held up a bunch of odd looking suction cups. Drax eyed them warily but did as he was told. The man wouldn’t argue if it meant he got to have his daughter back.

Once down to his underwear, Scout and Piper set to work on placing the suction cups in their designated spots. Overall, the alien man looked like an awkward octopus.

“Now, you’ll need this,” Piper informed, handing over a breathing device that resembled some variation of a scuba mask. Drax nodded and swiftly put the device in place. “You’ll need to listen to Scout’s instructions carefully if this is going to work.”

“I trust him,” Drax replied, giving Scout a stern but heartfelt look.

“Follow me.” Scout escorted Drax to an identical replica of Drew’s tank, however, this one remained empty. Stepping through a small doorway, Drax stood barefoot upon the glass floor while Scout connected wires and tubes to the ends of suction cups. “That mask will let you breath. When I’ve finished hooking you into place, I will give you a neuron transmitter head set, don’t mess with it. The device is calibrated specifically to match Drew’s. It will also let me communicate with you. Once I’m certain the transmitter is properly adjusted I’ll leave, close the door, and the tank will fill with a special fluid. Don’t panic. You’ll be able to float. When the time is right, Loki will help you getting Drew’s memories back to the surface. He won’t let you down. He’s in a room of supers who will kill him if he pulls anything. Understood?”

“Understood,” Drax held a thumb up for good measure. Smiling faintly, Scout moved to place the metallic headband upon Drax’s head. When the device hissed and moved into place, fitting snugly against skin, Scout left the tank. Closing the door and double checking it’s locking mechanism, Scout signaled for Piper to start the machine. A mighty roar and hum filled the quiet room until two small pipes began pumping a green colored liquid into the tank.

Drax looked down at it in curiosity but remained still from then on. Checking his watch Scout proceeded to the control booth, a little station rigged up by Siyanda and Piper, to watch Drax’s vitals. So far everything was fine.

Sighing, and clearing his head, Scout collected his own transmitter and set it in place. Cool metal fit snugly about his forehead and suddenly he was aware of two other minds. “Alright Drax, how are you doing?”

“Fine.”

“Good,” Scout smiled to himself, “now, in a little bit you’ll be fully submerged, and once the tank reaches its max capacity I’ll turn off the fluid.”

“Copy.”

Turning his attention to Piper, Scout glanced quickly at the tank before signaling Piper to close the valves. With a hiss, the tank’s pipes shut off allowing the green liquid to still.

“Good,” Scout praised, “now, we aren’t going to open the link between you and Drew just yet. For now I want you to think of something critical you both might remember. This memory has to be specific so think hard on it. Make sure it’s vivid in your mind. That the details are almost as sharp as the day it happened.”

“Got it,” Drax replied coolly.

“Are you positive?” Scout frowned.

“Yes.”

“Alright, now hold that memory in place. Do not lose it. I’m going to open the link between us and Drew. When I do this you should feel another mental presence. That’s her. Forget about me-I’m only here for safety-and focus on her. Try sharing the memory and coax details of it from her own mind,” Scout explained.

“What if it hurts her?”

“That’s necessary. The programming Ronan did made any memory recovery painful, but the pain can be endured. Once it’s pushed past the conditioning will no longer work. It’s like learning to walk. Falling once makes falling a second time less daunting,” Scout assured.

“Alright. I’m ready.”

“Okay, I’m opening the link,” Scout sighed, tapping a button on his dashboard. A green light sparked beside his and Drax’s. Drew’s transmitter was now open to receive incoming data.

With a thumbs up from Scout, Loki approached Drew’s tank. Rolling his sleeves up with care, he settled pale palms upon the glass. The green lights glowed even brighter as he worked his magic.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Scout studied their vitals. All was normal so far. Then, rather suddenly, his visual on the room changed. The walls morphed into the shape of an unfamiliar planet, the floor was stained red, and sounds of combat arose in mighty swells.

Scout was an outsider amidst a battle he had never seen before. Across the way he spotted a familiar figure, muscles rippling, eyes alight with rage, mouth turned into a sneer, and hands bloodied. Drax had torn someone limb from limb in a frenzy of bloodlust. All about him other men clad in armor, wielding maces, axes, battle hammers, and metallic gloves charged the approaching forces of darkness. Amongst them were countless warrior women all looking to mount heads on their walls.

The scene shifted. It felt like Scout was being sucked through a vacuum hose, everything raced by in a pool of color and light, and sound became nothing but a violent roar in his ears. His previous view of bloodied carnage was now replaced by a small home in danger of being destroyed.

There was a woman accompanied by two young girls. The eldest one darted from the doorway towards a space craft. Before she could reach the machine, a blast of bright light sent it into a mess of scattered steaming scraps. Eyes wide she stared at a fighter ship looming overhead. The wind from its turbines whipped the girl’s clothes into a frenzy.

A violent cry startled Scout and he turned to see a large beam of metal hurtling towards the space craft. With a shudder it dove sideways slamming into the bleeding earth with a burst of heat and gas.

“Go!” Drax ordered, waving frantically at the three girls. “They are upon us.”

“There is no where to run,” the woman protested.

“Find the sanctuary. Take them and go! Ships wait there for evacuation!” Drax demanded, narrowly avoiding an arching spear. The woman, Scout realized, looked strikingly like Drew. Her hair was dark and plaited with care, her skin was a fluorescent green with delicate scales, and red markings traversed her sturdy frame.

The eldest daughter grasped her mother’s hand and collected the smallest child tugging them away from Drax. “Dad says we have to go. Come on!”

Scout watched the three race across uneven surfaces while ships exploded in plumes of fire, the ground burst open from large bomb shells, dozens of people were blown to bits, and wails filled the air like sirens signaling disaster.

Sweat pooled on his brow as if he were truly there upon that planet. All the while his heart hammered and he prayed they reached safety. Just as a large building began to take shape on the horizon disaster struck. Drax went soaring through the air landing in a heap. Dozens of warriors piled on top of him trying to keep him down.

In the fray, the two little girls had lost track of their mother. There were too many people, too many noises, and too many emotions mixing together.

“DADDY!” The sound was desperate, lilting up in fear and panic. It broke Scout’s heart.

“It’s okay!” Drax soothed, despite the cluster of men keeping him pinned to the ground.

“Come on, we have to go,” The eldest girl tugged lightly on her little sister’s arm.

“Find your mother!” Drax cried, over the sounds of war. “She will know what to do!”

Scout watched them scurry off leaving Drax behind with only the tear stained faces of his little girls for memory. Stumbling along the youngest tried desperately to keep pace with her sister, but much to Scout’s frustration she kept looking back.

“There! Come on Ophy. There’s mom!” The eldest grinned, pulling even harder at her sister’s arm. Both went barreling towards their mother but they never made contact. An earth shattering roar sent the universe into a haze. Scout couldn’t see.

At last, when the debris settled, he found only one alive. She should have died. That much Scout knew. But the bomb had sent her toppling to the ground in a heap of pain and heat. Small clothes steaming, Ophy, as Scout recalled, stood wide eyed in the massacre. Her sister’s blood was warm on her cheeks.

“Nova? Novy?” Ophy whimpered, nudging the corpse beside her. The scene made Scout sick. The little girl’s eyes couldn’t see the gaping hole in her sister’s stomach. Her brain would not allow it-and it did not allow her to see the mangled mess of her mother. “Novy! Come on! No games.”

Scout watched Drew-Ophy-shove her sister harder. He guessed Nova had a knack for pulling tricks, but Nova remained still. Disbelief followed confusion, and Scout watched as little Ophy came to terms with the scene. Her mother and sister were not waking up.

Wide eyed, tear stained, and bloodied was how Ronan found her. Quivering and curled up into herself, she was greeted by a menacing face. The face of a cold blooded killer. The man made Scout’s blood boil.

“Come little one,” He stretched out his hand expectantly. Ophy regarded it with distrust.

“Where’s my Daddy?”

“He will be here shortly,” The man promised, “now come. This is no place for little warriors to be.”

With the promise of her father in mind she took the cynic’s hand.

He pulled her easily to her feet and lead her through the ruined streets. “Are they all dead?”

“No, little one, they are sleeping.”

— — —

All at once the pressure in Scout’s head subsided, and the metallic band released. With a sigh, he opened his eyes to see the normal world before him. But he hadn’t come too just for fun, no, Piper was shaking him awake.

Scout instantly picked up on the situation. Drew’s pulse was sky rocketing, and her oxygen line was flat. Gaze settling on her tank, Scout stared wide eyed at the crack forming in its surface. Drew had regained, consciousness, tore off her breathing device, and was pummeling the glass.

“Drain it! Drain it!” Scout panicked, scrambling to his feet and rushing over to the doorway. Loki looked bug eyed and confused as Scout shoved him aside. The water had barely begun to recede when Scout blasted off the locking mechanism.

With a grunt he turned the valve as water began to leak from the door’s perimeter. Prying it open, water slushed onto the ground, and Drew went tumbling out in a heap. She began to tear at the wires with a vengeance.

It wasn’t until Scout saw the look of terror on her face that he understood what was happening. She remembered. She’d been in a tank before, and now she was relying solely on fight or flight to make sure it didn’t happen again.

“Easy,” Scout slid about in the water until he knelt by her side. “You’re safe. You’re okay. You remember me?”

Drew studied him warily, before a faint flicker of recognition flashed across her face, “Y-Yes. I’m not-I’m not with him am I?”

“No,” Scout assured, “Ronan isn’t here.”

“Ophelia!” Drax bellowed, scrambling across the drenched floor to embrace his daughter. “Oh, my baby.”

“D-Dad?” Drew stammered, “it’s you?”

“Yes,” Drax laughed, pulling back to study her.

“Someone get some towels and clothes,” Scout instructed.

“On it!” Alex called already setting off at a run.

“I-I remember,” Drew’s eyes clouded with disbelief before a grin broke out across her face, “I remember! I saw you. You and him.”

Drew pointed ecstatically at Scout who waved slightly, “hello.”

“And...Harper!” Drew left Drax behind to tackle Harper in a very damp hug.

“You’re not...you’re not supposed to be so friendly,” Harper winced at the tightness of Drew’s hug.

“And you’re Orion,” Drew ignored her friend.

“I am,” Orion smiled pleasantly.

“My cousin.”

“Your cousin,” Orion nodded, letting her hug him as well.

Scout sat there watching with a look of triumph and amusement. He was glad everything worked out okay. It seemed that Drax and Drew had managed to blend their memories together and draw out the suppressed ones Ronan hid from Drew.

Wiping his hands on his pants, Scout pumped his fist briefly in the air, before escaping the scene. He was tired and in need of a shower. Not to mention the mental fatigue of witnessing such carnage. He wasn’t sure he’d forget those images easily or at all. No wonder Drew had been so content with forgetting them.

Thankfully, when warm water hit Scout’s back, he momentarily forgot any concern he’d once had. The shower was a nice relaxing safe space and he lingered beneath the jet of water until it no longer turned his skin pink and began to grow cold.

Drying his wild mane of hair, Scout expertly tucked the towel about his waist and set to work on collecting his dirty clothes when the door burst open and he was smothered.

“I can’t believe you did it! You beautiful gorgeous boy!” Orion yelled, hugging Scout tight enough to make his lower spine crack. “You’re brilliant! Absolutely amazing.”

Scout was overwhelmed by a shower of light kisses to the face, Orion’s bright happy eyes, and the sudden awareness that it was very breezy downstairs. “Uh...”

“Come on. Say something wonder boy,” Orion laughed, punching Scout lightly in the shoulder.

“I’m naked.”

“What?”

“My-My towel. You knocked it off,” Scout rambled feeling his cheeks grow warm.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Orion scanned the floor for a moment before collecting the towel. He made a move to hand it to the embarrassed boy but he was distracted by some rather well sculpted thighs.

“You’re, uh, st-staring,” Scout reminded.

“Right. My bad.” Blinking, Orion stood upright and passed over the towel before closing his eyes.

“That doesn’t do anything,” Scout huffed, “you’ve already seen every inch of me by now.”

“I was excited,” Orion stammered. “I didn’t mean to-anyways, you did it!”

“I did.” Scout nodded, moving to his room to get dressed.

“Can I look now?”

“No!”

“Okay.”

“Now?”

“No.”

“Now?”

“No.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Yay!” Orion proceeded to celebrate as he had before showering Scout with affection and praise.

“How long are you going to do this?” Scout asked, arching a brow.

“Forever,” Orion grinned, “because I love you and you deserve it.”

“Alright,” Scout chuckled. “I could get used to it.”

#avengers #avengers next gen #marvel #black widow #captain america #mcu #natasha romanoff #pepper potts #romanogers #scarlet witch #theaftermath #the aftermath #scorion

[shieldingfaith]

✌ ↕ - Phili

✌ - a memory of a relative

“Faster!” she squealed, a peel of laughter nearly echoing off the rocks around the hilly pasture. Her little hands thumped in excited little pats around his neck and her little legs kicked so much that he almost dropped her.

“Hey! You gotta be still, Ophi,” Bhaltair insisted, bobbing his head back as he tried to talk to her. His head of brown curls reminded Ophilia of a sheep’s. All course and soft and smelling like grass.

She giggled and wiggled. “Faster! Faster, faster, Bha-Bha!”

Her brother gave a huff and a heave as he tried to lift her further up his back and run faster through the grass field. The herd was somewhere behind them, grazing peacefully. Bhaltair was supposed to be watching them, but Ophilia was a spoiled creature, and she loved to beg.

“This... fast enough?!” he panted and shouted, laughing along with her as he sprinted over the grass and clover towards the pasture fence. Ophilia’s laughs still sounded like a baby’s. High pitched and screeching in her joy.

Before they could run into the fence, Bhaltair swerved and start running up one of the hills instead, circling back towards the sheep. 

“Oh, she’s so fast!” he declared through laughing, puffing breaths. “Oph’lia, fast’st horse in all ‘Ornburg! Lookit her go, like a blur ov’r the hills--”

Ophilia kept laughing, hugging tight to her brother’s back. “Fast’st ever!” she corrected.

“Winnehild’s pegasus, she is!” Bhaltair wheezed before he slowed again and came to a stop in front of the herd. The sheep didn’t even flinch at the two children, just kept slowly chewing their grass.

Ophilia tried to kick her legs again and make Bhaltair run. “Again?”

“Nah, Ophi, I ca’t,” he shooed her with a tired grin. “Ya winded me!”

Ophilia slid down off his back and sat next to him in the grass, pouting a bit as she did. She liked it better when he ran. Coira hardly ever picked her up anymore, but Bhaltair always did because he was trying to prove he was as strong as Da. 

“Wanna be a horse,” she muttered, clumsy fingers roughly picking at the pasture grass.

“I know ya do,” Bhaltair sighed, stretching out on the field and looking up at her from his lounging position. “Mey’be someday you’ll grow anoth’r set o’legs.”

“Can I?!”

Bhaltair sputtered and laughed. “I dunnae ken so, Ophi! Yer jus’ a bern!”

“Not a bern!” she insisted, shoving at Bhaltair’s shoulder. “Mama says I big now!”

But Bhaltair continued to laugh, even as Ophilia tried to put grass in his open mouth. 

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

Ophilia was told that they’d found her on the road. They said she’d been crying. Three clerics, all with their Aelfric mantles. They insisted that they’d found her dirty and wheezing and begging for bread, not a single thing in her tiny hands. Just lost and whimpering.

But Ophilia didn’t remember that. 

She remembered climbing out of the floor and getting her mother’s blood in her hair as she did. She remembered trying to wide that blood off and getting it on her face and dress. She remembered crying and trying to wake up her father. She remembered taking her mother’s knitting bag, the one with the needlepoint goose on it, and putting bread and a jar of marmalade inside. She remembered pulling on her sister’s too-big coat and going outside. She remembered specifically deciding not to see if the lumps in the field were alive or not, because she was afraid that she knew the answer, and she remembered walking down the dirt road, wailing for someone to come out of their house and help her.

She didn’t remember meeting the clerics, thought she knew she had. For they were the ones who had taken her in and introduced her to Josef and found her a new home to live in.

But she remembered leaving the simple cottage with a small bag of yarn and bread and bright orange jam. And she remembered meeting Josef with nothing.

For the life of her, Ophilia could never remember what had happened to the bad and her sister’s coat.

#ophilia ;; #apothequery

[stereotypcd]

ooc;; so since a lot of ppl liked that post to read Debbie’s newish edited story. HERE YA’ GO !!!

Tell me wht u think :)

Also sorry I can’t put it under a read more bc tumblr is dumb...

CHILDHOOD HEADCANON:

Nigel and Mariann were both workaholics even when they started dating, they never stopped working- even while Mariann was pregnant with their first child. ( Making Debbie a wedlock baby. ) So Debbie was born during the the filming of the giraffes in savanena a mixed woodland/grassland of Africa, for Nigel Thornberrys animal world. Mariann’s water broke half way through the film ( they ended up filming over parts of the animals to film the brith of Debbie. ) They hadn’t expected for Debbie to have been born 2 months earlier than her due date. Nigel was the one to deliver the baby, the giraffes simply continued eating leaves from the tree above where Mariann was giving birth under. Without any sort of pain medicine on top of having her baby early.

They went to a small hospital in a village ( since traveling to far wasn’t safe for the newborn ) who was to care for her. Nigel and Marianne stayed by her side the whole time, hardly sleeping or eating. They waited months, during that time their family visited off and on since it was a long way to go. Grandma Sophia started the whole time too.

They got a makeshift birth certificate madeit was a beautiful baby girl who they named Deborah Radcliffe Thornberry. ( her middle name is her grandpa’s first name, ) it was written on a slip of paper Grandma Sophia had in her purse. They still have it.

The day of the discharge from the hospital was a mixture of joy and worry for the new parents. But Debbie seemed fine and Healthy, of course, the Thornberrys waited a bit longer until they started up their careers again. ( A few more months. ) The first few years of Debbie’s life was spend traveling the world with her parents, which even from a young age she slightly disliked. But she was happy, oddly enough she made friends with some of the more tamed animals. But that was mostly because Debbie was never around/met another kids her own age. Of course, she did get lonely and never really knew how to deal with those crippling feeling of loneliness that the life of traveling gave her.

Sophie would send letters upon letters always about how Debbie shouldn’t be spending her childhood living out of a camper and she feels sorry for Marianne that she can’t give her child all that she deserves because of Marianne’s little career choose. Along with a book called women who joggle to much. ( this happened in S1 Ep16. Nigel knows best. ) But they ignored her persistent nagging. Since they knew what was best for their children and that Debbie was happy and healthy. And as the years went on, she never stopped pressuring them more and more, which is why they caved when she became pregnant with Eliza. Debbie was turning four years old when the family packed up and moved to Flagstaff, Arizona to stay with Sophie and Frank while Mariann was pregnant, so they pushed their wants to the side for a time in order to focus their time wholly on raising Debbie and the new baby.  

Sophie seemed to relish in the idea of having her daughter back, she fussed over everything Mariann did or didn’t do when raising Debbie out in the wild- so she did everything in her power to get everything right with this one.  Over time she and slightly Mariann had become so preoccupied with the baby that Debbie was unintentionally placed on the backburner, not because they wanted it that way- just because it was that way. They seemed to be making up for lost time. But Debbie learned to adjust to spending time with her daddy ( and grandpa if he wasn’t too tired from working.  ) But soon Debbie begin to notice her daddy losing that surge of happiness he used to have, it started off small.  

So Debbie took it into her own hands, somehow feeling that it was her responsibility to mend all of her daddy’s sadness, to fix him. In small ways, the roles switched and soon Debbie filled the role of parent. So when Nigel ended up falling into a deep depression, days where Nigel would spend all day in bed, not shower or even eat ( Mariann or even Debbie would have to try and force him to do those things. ) And being the daddy’s girl Debbie was when she was younger- she would sit on the floor drawing pictures and when he didn’t eat she would bring him goldfish crackers ( she even gave him kippers- but she couldn’t get the tin open, ) she tried her best. She would sit with him and comb her fingers through his unwashed hair while watching animal documentaries. Sometimes he would talk about all the things he knew about animals, Debbie liked those times because he seemed happy.

They ended up getting married a month after moving to Arizona while Mariann was a few weeks along with Eliza.  It was a small wedding with just Nigel and Marianne’s immediate family and few close friends Jomo was Nigel’s best man. Debbie was the flower girl and she loved every second of it- she soaked up all the attention like a sponge. Nigel’s parents stayed with the family for a while, while the wedding was being planned. Grandma Thornberry started to take notice of Debbie’s odd behavior and sought out to correct it- something she tried and failed to do with Nigel. Seeing Debbie’s autism as something to be fixed ( Mariann’s parents knew about Debbie ) she would have Debbie sit on her hands so she couldn’t stim saying “Quiet hands, Deborah.” Or put soap in her mouth whenever she did something that Grandma Thornberry deemed unacceptable for a young lady. 

Of course, when Nigel found out what his mother had been teaching Debbie- he put a stop to it immediately. His daughter was perfect just the way she was, that was one of the few times Nigel raised his voice at his mother- he wasn’t going to let her fill up her head with those nasty thoughts. The following night he sat Debbie down and explained that how she interacted with the world was different from other children but that just made her special and she should never feel bad about being different. That she was perfect and to never change herself for anyone. But the damage was already done, Debbie believed the lies, she believed it was her fault, she knew whose advice she preferred still, she was burdened by a feeling of wrongness and guilt. So she hides those things away, hides those parts of herself buried them deep in the back of her mind.

Debbie was five years old when Eliza was born, it was a long delivery. A healthy baby girl. They prepared carefully for this, reading Debbie picture books about becoming an older sister, asked her opinion on names for the baby. Small things to help Debbie get used to the idea of having a baby sister. The following day, Nigel had been forced out of bed by Debbie to meet the new addition to the Thornberry’s, his hair pulled into a greasy ponytail holding Debbie’s hand. 

Of course, Nigel feared slipping back into that darkness, but when that didn’t happen, and he felt an incredible surge of happiness, he was amazed- Eliza seemed to be the thing to pull him out of that dark place and from the moment she was born to the first injured bird she brought home, Eliza was the favorite. Nigel and Mariann swear they love both of them the same, they love how different they are and love them both for who they are. But at the end of the day, Eliza was the favorite child- she shares the same interests as both her parents which only strengthened their bond to the point where they subconsciously favor their youngest. And of course, Debbie was jealous, but she was glad her daddy finally seemed like his old self, she liked that he took her on nature walks despite not enjoying the bugs, she liked having her dad back- so she bottled up her feelings kept them inside. 

Everything seemed to be going okay for the Thornberry’s, it wasn’t until they tried to enroll Debbie into kindergarten did they run into some trouble because she didn’t have a birth certificate since they never seemed to have time, what with the show taking off in popular before and after she was born. When Debbie finally started kindergarten, she became very anxious suffering from separation anxiety since she had never been apart from her mom and dad before.To some extent she was always the target of teasing because she was different- a bit too weird but it was always a bit hard for Debbie to make friends. ( She’s an extroverted introvert. ) She really excelled in all her classes, Debbie was especially good in math. 

Slowly Nigel and Mariann started to work on their show again, Nigel seemed happier- he’s spark for life was reborn again.  Debbie never made it to fifth grade before her parents decided to pack up the girls and travel the world again, much to the protest of Mariann’s parents ( and Nigel’s too, honestly. ) Eliza was beyond ecstatic about the whole idea… Debbie, on the other hand, was very unhappy about being forced to uproot herself again from the only comfort she’s ever felt was her own. 

Of course, she complained about the move but knew deep down that this was what her dad needed to be happy and she’d do anything for his happiness. Moving from such a spacious home back into the comvee was a huge adjustment for Debbie. Of course, now since she got a taste of what most people have. A real house, friends, and school she craved those things even more. But she was forced to give up those things for the happiness of her family. But she would give it up everything for her family even if it meant that she was unhappy. Her childhood wasn’t bad, it was actually pretty good. But she can’t help that small twinge of sadness in her chest when she looks back on it.

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