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10ths-writing-corner · 3 years

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"you should be in bed" for the prompt list perhaps? Someone's still up, buried in a task or avoiding what dreams may bring or beyond that, up to you

The hero sighs as he crosses the threshold, kicking his boots off before leaning against the wall for support. Oddly enough his patrol had been quiet, no big threats to keep him out until dawn. Not that he’d complain, that only meant he’d spend more time home until he was called out again. In the meantime, his warm, soft bed called for him.

Before he could even stumble through the hallway towards his room, the hero nears the lamp to turn it off. Gloved fingers take a hold of the switch, and yet, Jackie doesn’t flip the lights out.

Indigo eyes land on the man sitting on the couch. A soft tsk is heard from the hero while his eyes venture towards the sleeping doctor, though a smile is quick to adorn his face. Henrik rested peacefully, arms wrapped tightly and securely around his four year old daughter. His long brown locks, usually stylized in a half up-half down look, were messily put together in a braid. Courtesy of sweet Elaine who slept soundly in her father’s arms.

After a moment or two, Jackie nears the couch. Fingers lightly tapping the doctor’s shoulder, which instantly made him stir in place and icy blue eyes to flutter open. At first Henrik’s confused as to why he had woken up, but he’s soon to find Jackie to his side, and he offers a sleepy half-smile. Though, soon his groggy look turns to one of confusion. “You are home early. Did something happened? Are you hurt?”

“No, no-“ Jackie was quick to respond before Henrik could spiral into asking a million questions. “It was a quiet night. Figured I’d come home early, you on the other hand. You should be in bed.”

A soft chuckle slips from Henrik but he’s quick to stop when his daughter fusses in her sleep. His already husky voice now lowered as he speaks. “I just wanted to hold her... She... She grows too fast for my liking.” Henrik admits while rocking her gently, lulling her to sleep once more.

It was always a treat to see Henrik so relaxed, to see him... Happy. That was a rare sight after his divorce. Only the little girl in his arms had the power to bring the old Henrik back. With a content sigh, the hero took the blanket sitting at the armrest of the couch and draped it over the two, being careful to not wake up the little brown haired girl. No other words were exchanged, for the doctor has already disappeared into the unconscious realm of sleep.

“Sleep tight...” Jackie whispered before he silent yet swiftly went up to his room to catch Z’s himself.

#jacksepticeye #jse community #jackieboy man #henrik von schneeplestein #dr. schneeplestein #elaine schneeplestein #fluff #soft #jse egos #SuperDrug #henrik is a good father #writersofjack #ask answered #sibling-ursidae

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oasisofgalaxies · 3 years

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Fantasy society you say?👀

Yeah!! It’s kind of a backstory thing for Gale and ive mainly been talking about it on the forest SMP discord but!! Here’s the map

The original was make by @/ranboos but I added onto it!!

So basically the premise is that there’s these three HUGE trees surrounding a lake, each labeled. Some names may change like Dewhuest (Eh- I don’t like it but I couldnt find anything moth-y) and Larkinge (Larkridge? Doveport?)

But!! There’s lots of things to this like the lake is enchanted by forest sprites so that freshwater and saltwater dwellers will be able to breathe without issue!!

the numbered areas are possible places for towns or Root Colonies as they’re known. Like tree roots :]

the plains were added by Lance so I don’t know what will be there in the future but!! It’s neat :D

theres also an ocean to the south but I didn’t put it on the map cause it’s a bit of a trek JSJFJSJF aND there’s a humongous cave system too with towns situated there but I’ll have to make a separate map for that later

but uhh yeah!! That’s about it- still changing things like names and locations but!!! I’ve grown really attached to this place :)

#Beloved <3 #nebula rambles #sibling-ursidae

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pandoraborn · 3 years

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What about Tommy and Tubbo getting a moment to just be kids, and building the Ultimate Pillow Fort TM maybe? (If this falls under the prompt parameters?)

“Tommy, are you sure we have the entire tower to ourselves?”

“This isn’t a tower, Tubbo, this is Puffy’s house. God you’re so st-.” Tommy cuts himself off again, already putting the question out of his mind as he starts exploring and rummaging through chests. Puffy had given him the key with the explicit instructions not to steal from her, but who was she kidding? She should’ve known better than to give Tommy full access to her mushroom looking tower...house...thing.

“Sorry. It looks like a tower.” Tubbo lazily swirls a finger around as he plops down on the sofa. “It doesn’t even matter. Where is Puffy tonight anyway?”

“She’s staying with Sam tonight,” Tommy says matter-of-factly. “Something about checking up on him and making sure he’s okay. Also something about not wanting to be around Bad. Did you know Bad’s a wrongin?”

“Tommy, I was with you down in the egg room. The egg said such horrible things to me and made me cry. Badboyhalo and Antfrost were there too. It was like a giant party!”

“You’re like giant party,” Tommy murmurs absently. He’s bored with the chests, already moving on to find food. “Do you think Puffy left us anything?”

“She did! There’s a chest over there with our names on it. Tommy, we should look inside and see what’s there.” Tubbo gets up off the sofa and moves toward the double chest in the corner. He opens it up and rummages through it, ignoring the way Tommy skids over to him.

“Move, move! I want to see. Puffy left this for me, Tubbo!”

“No, Tommy, she left this for both of us. My name is there too.” Tubbo points to the sign. “She left blankets and pillows and snacks and-”

Tommy stares at the sign for a moment, before pulling it off the wall. He scribbles out Tubbo’s name, then replaces the sign. “No, look Tubbo, see? She clearly likes me best. It says ‘TommyInnit, Big Man. No Tubbo allowed.”

“Surely not.” Tubbo snickers before grabbing at a blanket and tugging it out. “I’m a little cold honestly. We could stand here and bicker over pointless things, or we could do something with all this bedding.”

“Oh, yeah yeah! We could give me all the bedding and I’ll be warm and comfortable, and you can sleep in the corner. Exactly as intended, the end.” Tommy reaches for a second blanket, then pulls out a third, then fourth and...

“How many blankets does she have?” Tommy asks. “This thing is stacked.”

“Apparently a lot,” Tubbo responds. “You know what I think we should do? We should build a blanket fort. I don’t know if I want to do anything else.”

“A blanket fort? Tubbo how...wait a second.” Tommy pauses as he looks down at the pile of blankets. He blinks slowly as he pulls another couple of blankets out of the chest, then looks around the room. “That’s actually not a bad idea. Here, you take these blankets and start spreading them around. Let’s get scaffolding and...hmm. Wait, does Puffy have scaffolding? Or anything we could hang the blankets on?”

“I think there’s wood in the chest,” Tubbo says. He reaches back into the chest and pushes more cloth aside, fishing around until he feels something solid. “I think I found something.”

He pulls it out, and hands it over to Tommy. “Oh, it’s cobblestone. I don’t think she meant to leave this for us, I did promise I wouldn’t break her house anymore.”

“It’s not like we can’t clean it up later. She’s gone all night, isn’t she?” Tubbo picks up another stack of cobblestone and starts placing it around, then draping blankets over it. Tommy settles back and watches, even taking a moment to straighten any corners that seem rumpled. When Tubbo is done, Tommy spreads out a couple of blankets on the floor, before grabbing the snacks: cookies and milk.

Tubbo crawls inside the fort and flops down on a couple of pillows. “Mmm, this is nice Tommy.”

“Why do you already sound so tired?” Tommy bites into a cookie, offering another one to Tubbo. “You’re not falling asleep on me already, are you? I thought we were meant to bond. We can’t bond if you’re sleepy.”

“So what if I am? We don’t have a whole lot to talk about right now, unless you want to discuss the cyanide inside those cookies.”

Tommy splutters, dropping the cookies to the ground. “Wot? Why would Puffy give us death cookies? What the hell?” He starts wiping his mouth frantically, before gulping down milk. “I don’t want to die!”

Cracking up, Tubbo rolls over onto his side to hug the pillow. “Tommy, I’m kidding. She hasn’t left us poisoned cookies.”

“I’m going to dump the rest of this milk on your face.”

“She set up a cookie shop in Snowchester. Her shop is labled ‘cyanide free’ or something along those lines. It’s really bizarre.”

“Well, she better not poison us. I would steal her fortune pick axe if that were the case.” Tommy huffs before sweeping the crumbs to the side. “Where are the other pillows? Why can’t I have one?”

“Over there.” Tubbo yawns as he points lazily. “Take whatever you want. I think I want to sleep.”

“God, Tubbo, you’re so lazy. Here I thought we’d have an actual sleepover and we could tell ghost stories. I was going to tell you about the weird and scary ghost that haunted my town of Logstedshire.”

“Tommy, I spoke to Ghostbur too. He wasn’t scary.”

“Shut up. Stop it.” Tommy smacks Tubbo in the arm lightly before crawling over to grab pillows of his own. “Your laziness is contagious and I don’t like it. I want to talk. I want to do things.”

“Why don’t we nap first? We have all night and probably all day. Sun’s barely even set yet, even. We’ve got time, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, sure, okay.” Tommy sighs heavily before laying down next to Tubbo. “You won’t sneak out while I’m sleeping, will you?”

“No, of course not. Why would I leave you?”

“...I don’t know.”

“Tommy? Shut up and go to sleep. We’ll grief the server later, okay?“ Tubbo cracks an eye open again to grin at Tommy. “We’ll sneak into Eret’s castle and see if he falls for the cyanide cookies trick.”

“You know what? You’re not so bad Tubbo. I knew there was a reason I kept you around.” He scoots closer to Tubbo though, enjoying the warmth from the fort and the comfort of the only person that actually matters right now.

This feels right; like he’s an actual kid again with nothing to worry about. He hasn’t been able to do this kind of thing in a long time, and doing it with Tubbo is just simply...

nice.

#mcyt #dream smp fanfiction #dream smp fanfic #fanfiction #tubbo #tommyinnit #fluff #friendship #sleepy fluff #kids being kids #long post #miishae writes #sibling ursidae

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inspiredrawaw · 3 years

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Sorry to bother you, but I saw you said that Alchemist Marvin was assigned The Future by Mystery Skulls.

The Question: Does Alchemist Marvin like Mystery Skulls Animated?

Of course he does

How can someone Not Like Mystry Skulls Animated

#ask #sibling ursidae

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ask-them-bois · 2 years

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Thrive

(Something for Survivor's birthday. Besties can have some lore, as a treat.)

Bladepen stared out the window, humming to emself, eir claws drumming on the windowsill in thought.

Enforcer looked over at his lover. "What are you thinking about, Dolly?"

"I am... reminiscing, on old experiments, my love." Dolion replied, eir cup of tea forgotten on the windowsill as ey looked out at the sea. "Tonight is the anniversary of the creation of my greatest failure."

Enforcer raised a brow. "Krakyn?"

"Mhm. It is a pity he failed in so many places. As a soldier, as an experiment... as your heir."

Enforcer only shrugged, resuming his work of polishing his gauntlets. "It is not your fault, Dolly. He hatched wrong. That is why we went through with Fayroe's creation."

"And then that one ended up wrong." Bladepen's tail lashed.

"It happens. I have not given up on Fayroe yet. What was the surname you gave the other one?"

"Jaybez. It means "forgotten king.""

Godric chuckled. "How poetic of you."

Dr. Ursida didn't respond, lost in memories. The scars on eir tail ached as ey recalled the utter, crushing disappointment ey had felt, when ey had to explain that "Subject: Krakyn" was a lost cause.

Ey had accepted eir punishment- the bell-bands similar to what eir descendant wore now- and had turned the failure over to the Fleet to be disposed of. That wasn't what ended up happening, but Godric had forgiven Dolion in the end, and removed the bands.

Through the grape vine, Dolion had kept a bifurcated ear out for news on eir failure, tracking his progress and growth, up until ey'd been speared through the chest by the experiment's "mother."

Ey knew Krakyn was still out there, same as the other failure- the one with the symbiote attached to him- but Dolion couldn't be bothered to wonder about what it was doing now. Wherever it was, Dolion had no doubt it was cold, dark, and isolating, as it should be.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Lucina and Erimus, bundled up against the cold of the Alternian winter, waited with baited breath in their rowboat. They didn't have to wait long, before the telltale scratching of claws along the bottom of the boat came to them.

Grinning, the jade and violet stamped their feet in response. Moments later, the glassy surface of the sea was disturbed, cut through by the massive, bright red fin atop their son's head.

Four eyes blinked at the couple, butterfly fins waving hypnotically.

"Hello, mother. Hello, father." Krakyn whispered, raising his head out of the water and moving closer. Lucina leaned out, touching and then embracing her son's face. A hand three times her size ever so carefully wrapped around her for a moment, soaking her cloak and jacket.

"Hello, Krakyn. Happy wriggling day." Lucina whispered back, kissing the corner of his lower left eye.

Krakyn made a noise that sent frothing ripples through the water. Erimus chuckled and got to his feet, moving forward to embrace his son, too.

"How old are ye again, lad? Six sweeps?" He asked, smiling.

"Four hundred and seventy three sweeps." Krakyn corrected quietly.

Ruthless scoffed. "That can't be right. Just yesterday ye were this big." He dropped his hand down to the height of his waist.

Krakyn's brows furrowed. "No, I was not." He mumbled.

"Your father is joking with you, angelfish." Lucina explained, elbowing the violetblood.

"Oh." Krakyn said, before he looked at his father. "Did you bring the device?"

"Aye, lad." Ruthless reached in his coat and pulled it out, before he turned to Lucina. "Krakyn an' I had a talk the other day. He wants ta show ye where he lives."

The device he held out was a rare one indeed; a breathing apparatus for landdwellers, that would allow them to breathe like a seadweller underwater.

"I... Down there?" Lucina looked into the water.

"Father has seen it. I have seen it. Ashhur has seen it. Even my brother and sibling have seen it. Mother has not."

"Brother and- Ye mean Makeno and Alaric? They've come ta see ye?" Erimus asked, incredulous.

"Yes."

Lucina was already taking off her cape and jacket. "I want to see it, too. Give me the fucking thing."

Erimus passed it over, shedding his own jacket and his piece. Lucina put the device on with an uncomfortable huff. It wrapped around her neck, covering her nose and mouth and sending a pair of tubes up her nostrils, as synthetic gills on the sides flapped. Once in the water, they'd convert the water into oxygen for her. He also handed her goggles for her eye, which she dutifully slipped on.

When she was ready, Erimus took her hand, and helped her into the water.

She hissed at the contact. "It's fucking cold."

"Ye get used ta it." Erimus assured her.

"Here, mother." Krakyn cupped his mother in his hands, pulling her to his chest; the mutant radiated heat like a furnace, and she pressed against her son's chest as they sank into the water.

Once they were submerged, Erimus dove after them, letting out a breath as he went.

Icy seawater filled his gills and he inhaled deeply, streaming bubbles out of his mouth.

He twisted, looking for his family, and saw them waiting nearby. Survivor was so big that, were it not for his bioluminescent stripes, Erimus would be unable to see his body as it dangled into the darkness.

With natural grace, he swam towards them, his own bioluminescent freckles lighting up.

Lucina was sat on Krakyn's palm, watching him approach. "Are ye alright, Lucy?"

She nodded, and took Erimus' hand when he offered it.

"Alright, lad, let's show 'er." Erimus addressed his son. The monstrous mutant nodded, and began to sink towards the deep. Holding onto Lucina so they wouldn't get separated, Erimus swam after him.

Down, down, down they went, until the rowboat was indistinguishable from the darkness around them. The only light came from the two seadwellers, and the volcanic vents far, far below.

Only then did Krakyn pause. He glanced at his parents, before he made an odd sound.

It was a popping, humming sound, that reverberated through the water and made Erimus' teeth hurt. Without his meaning to, his freckles flared a little brighter.

He wasn't the only thing that did that, though. Like a park on 12th Perigree, the ocean lit up.

What was inky darkness became a light show as creatures, invisible moments ago, lit up. Fish, sharks, jellyfish, whales, seals, and monsters that had no name. Freckles, stripes, tentacles, teeth, fins and eyes- all of them glowed in every color of the spectrum.

Beside him, Lucina cried out softly, awed. Both seadwellers watched her twist about to watch a blue glowing shark silently glide past.

"This is my home." Survivor said, his voice as soft as the currents around them. "These are my neighbors. You asked before if I was lonely in the dark, mother. I was not. It is never dark, and I am never alone. Although I hurt when you leave, you come back, and my neighbors keep me company until you do."

The mutant reached out, his fins lighting up, too, as he ran his hand over a passing whale, that called softly and turned away.

"It's beautiful, Krakyn." Lucina said quietly, her voice slightly muffled by the device. The jadeblood's eye was wide as she watched a school of shimmering turtles glide by.

Krakyn hummed, pleased. He showed her other things; the glowing plant life, the warm vents, even the massive cavern he tucked himself into to rest in when he was tired. Erimus trailed after them; he'd seen it a before, but he reveled in his wife's reaction to the hidden world below.

"You've made a beautiful fuckin' life down here, Krakyn." Lucina murmured, as the three of them watched a monster, indescribable but for it's hundreds of teeth and glowing eyes, move silently past.

Krakyn said nothing for a long moment, using his finger to push a jellyfish the size of a spaceship away.

"You told me to survive, mother. You said, at any cost, that I deserved to survive. It was my own descendant, Ashhur, that told me I should do more than that, though."

"And what did he mean by that, do you think?" Lucina mused.

Krakyn turned to her, his usually stony face for once broken up by a smile.

"I did more than survive, mother. I lived. I thrived."

Bubbles streamed out of Lucina's breathing apparatus as she clutched her son's fingers. "And I couldn't be more fucking proud of you, Krakyn Jaybez."

#thrive #story time #fantroll birthday #long post #drabbles #the survivor #the warhound #ruthless deepbite #the bladepen #the imperial enforcer

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flower-zombie-rob · 3 years

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God

This is just unreal i dont deserve thissssss

I never thought i would reac this point. Back in 2017 when i started tumblr i had no idea it would get this far. I had no clue i would reach these kind of numbers. There are so many people who have stuck by me for so long and people and supported me all theough this journey to 400, which is an increadible, unbelievable number! I has no idea people would engage in my ocs, take an intrest in my art, request me to draw things, all those things I'd been wishing someone would do when i had no less than 20 followers. My arts been developing over the years and it feels so validating to finally feel like i have the availability to call myself a real artist. To feel like I'm up there with some of the other well-known jse artists, it makes me feel so included as part of the community. To any small tumblr blogs that are working on building a following, please, never give up on it. There were so many times i thought about giving up on this whole tumblr art thing and ive always constantly compared myself to others, but reaching a point like this has shown me that there are no true limits to what you can acheive, the recognition you can get, for not giving up on stuff like this. It makes me so happy that with this following ill be able to give underrated artists the recognition they deserve through my blog and make people happy with my art.

I want to individually think every single one of you for being a part of this fantastic milestone and helping me achieve this, i honestly couldn't do it without each and every one of you.

@scubacatwoman @fallling-in-winter @libragymjock @7spaceace7 @reddoods @acauticamber06 @sibling-ursidae @rebastone @10th-no-name-person @itsyaboijack @cuttyren @l-edgy @spacenerdslibrary @im-a-creepy-cookie @katsa-calming @hypno-creator-party-expert @anowerparvej @graycious-bear @theseventhreincarnation @cryptidofthekeys @passgun29 @theonlyjelly-iwillput-inmybelly @doces-e--tuga @happypapi17 @astar123456 @queer-and-longing @coloursoftrees @rayanicaraynbow @the-huge-jam-jar @flipthisstuffimout @pancreaseyes @ignoremeeeeplsssss @lemonlinelights @the-chemist @campcampshits @strears @monstermemories @additionallook43 @fandomfluidartist @egghomicide @eonthewingedwolf @nightmareeyest @nearestcage39 @tacticalwingnut @larrydonfan @akhbarskunk @anxiousghostie @keexnposts @sandinthetardis @criku @themagicalspacenerd @brobie @irisledragon2570 @blossomapollo @odd-animations @tenderestdino @xxeyeoftheauroraxx @gigipachan-jill42 @teamfreewill66 @the-koffin-king

Ill continue to tag, but thank you all so much for being a part of this, i really couldnt ask for anything more you amazing beautiful sweet people of tumblr. Thank you so much. 💕💙💚🧡💜💘❤💓💖💛💗

#zombie draws

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onenicebugperday · 3 years

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@sibling-ursidae submitted: A colorful friend hanging out on the basil!

An adorable and tiny friend! It’s a red-banded leafhopper :)

#animals #insects #bugs #submission #leafhopper #red banded leafhopper #true bugs

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sleightofsight · 4 years

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angst :-)

warning: possibly major character death, blood/injury mention, general whump warnings. light gore warning.

word count: 1.6k

characters:

berith ryan kensley. (oc, belongs to me (alt account for berith &co is @divergent-demons) )

marvin collins-delvaux.

erin attwell. (belongs to @lilsprout-exe.)

alphie hallbjörn-seeker.(aka they of many names.) (belongs to @sibling-ursidae)

jackson collins-delvaux. (belongs to @miishae)

nebula (haha redacted last name go brrr). (belongs to @oasisofgalaxies.)

mentions of egos.

——⍟——««»»——⍟——««»»——⍟——««»»——⍟——««»»——⍟——

Our star adversary of the night clicks his tongue impatiently as he tosses a knife into the air with a casual flick of his wrist, his softened wool coat lying open and spread against the seat of his chair. The coat framed a white button up shirt, short-sleeve with a formerly worn black suit jacket below it. Admittedly, he’d only taken it off after sneaking into an apartment complex full of people who could take him one with one hand tied behind their back.

Taking two of their occupants with him was hard enough without detection, but well-placed portals helped Berith out well enough.

Not to mention the chosen time of half past three am, of his caper.

The stress was enough to make him sweat, even with the planning he’d taken, and it did. No one likes wet clothing.

Two teenagers glare at him from the center of the surprisingly well furnished hideout, wrapped down into softened velvet armchairs with twin clear sprays of water. The substance had wrapped around their wrists and tied them down to the armrests, traveling upwards to fasten to teens to one another with their forearms back to back.

There was no reasonable answer for the bruises and inch-long cuts they’d both suffered, with about three each.

Information has a price.

No bonds for their heads or mouths yet, as neither of them had really mouthed off all that much.

Save for the one with strawberry-pink hair cursing at him using...candies? Whatever being called a ‘rotten peppermint patty’ and ‘plastic-mold gummy bear’ meant, Berith didn’t quite care for it.

Along with the other one, the one with messy brown hair knotted into a braid...they were merely glaring at him, but every so often, they seemed to....-vibrate?- in their seat.

Certainly a trick of the eyes.

Right?

“When will your father arrive?”

His first words to the pair were ones of calculated weight, measured out for the moments of silence before, and yet thrown out with all the grace of plastic-wrapped rubbish.

The brighter boy manages an extremely non-threatening scowl before turning away, but the other one- Alphie, his research had garnered, they/them and rather...ordinary- spoke up, almost certainly vibrating in their seat this time around.

“Why’d you take us? Where’s da? Where’s dad?”

With an over-pronounced sigh falling from the man’s lips, Berith stands up from his own ornately decorated armchair, catching the hilt of the emerald-inlaid blade with one final flick of his fingers. There’s barely a space of ten feet between the chairs, but each step he takes makes it feel as though it was an eternity, widening the distance as the silver of his weapon glints from a diamond-decorated chandelier light.

“I couldn’t give a single damn caring about your father’s husband. I want your father, the one who goes by the name of Marvin Delvaux, here. We have a matter to settle, and he seems to ...spurn my beckoning. Seeing as you two are the closest ones to him, exempting the space girl, and the husband, you were the best ones for the job.”

He could see Alphie visibly tense, and another few steps were taken forwards as the strawberry-blond boy speaks. Erin Attwell, taken in by this family, as Alphie had.

“They wouldn’t come here, they’re not pissbabies like you. Marvin and Jackie are better than you could h-”

Pissbaby?

Berith blinks in semi-shock at the teen’s statement before rolling his eyes, flicking his wrist and binding a bolt of water across his mouth, cutting him off mid sentence.

“You don’t know the magician like I have. The fool would do anything for his loved ones.”

With his back towards the wall, and body facing the teens, his blade was inches away from Alphie’s neck, ready to draw blood if need be to get this damned man out of hiding, after all these years-

So he’s able to see the way their lips blossom into full smiles within moments, shoulders straightening as their eyes both fix on a point behind him-

Ah.

Probably should’ve done something to take care of the parents, rather than leave them be-

“Berith!”

Shit.

Seafoam green cracks a vertical line in the wall before widening into the familiar circular portal of the magician wielding it, slicing open as fire swims off of the man emerging from it.

Formerly blue eyes roll with dark blue flames, a color rarely seen at Marvin’s hand, before he levitates over to the demon, gripping his white dress collar and lifting him about an inch off the ground.

Only raising the two-inch shorter man to Marvin’s level.

Behind the two, from the portal, a baseball-cap wearing entity with wild purple hair leaps down, accompanied by a supersuit clad hero in red and black.

Nebula and Jackie, both hellbent on making one man pay.

Neb grips the hilt of a baseball bat, eyes dancing darkly as a single nod from the hero at her side leads her to the tied down teens, followed soon after by Jackie himself.

Those bonds would take some time to work through.

While they led on, Marvin’s fingers tighten around Berith’s collar, burning the fabric under his mere touch, as he yanks the man up higher, pure rage and adrenaline dancing through his red-hot blood.

“Marvin, old friend.”

Even in this scenario, Berith gives the magician a winning smile, toes barely brushing the ground, as his knife was only gripped tighter between the fingers of his right hand.

“Don’t you dare call me that ever again. Not after what you did.”

Marvin’s fingers tighten, burning Berith’s upper torso and shoulders, along with either side of his neck- but it didn’t garner an emotion other than a mere flutter of pain from the man.

Emotions run high and fast between the two of them, as Marvin lowers Berith to the ground, only to grab at his wrists and form a fiery linking chain- but he wasn’t fast enough.

Sometimes, the numbing power of adrenaline, in certain parts of the body, was a disadvantage.

What he didn’t notice was the knife slipping into his rib cage.

What he did notice, however, was the sudden stabbing pain searing it’s way through his chest, causing a scream to tear from the magician’s lungs; multiplied by two.

Multiplied by twists.

The second wound leaves the silvery blade slick with blood, the winning smile formerly displayed on the demon’s face extending more into a sick grin. Dislodging the weapon, scarlet shines against the delicate carver, the amount of blood dripping from the wound becoming wildly disproportionate for a blade injury of that size.

“Gotcha.”

Blood magic.

A subset of water magic.

One Berith’s training had let him learn, and handle well.

And one that caused the magician to drop to the ground, sucking in a rattled breath as his hands rise to the feline shaped mask crowning his features, ripping it off in a search for air.

His hands fall to the ground, trying to raise themselves to the wounds to heal.

The leather dress shoes before him click against the ground for a moment before a wave of whitewater rises up;

and Berith Kensley is gone.

“Jackie-”

Vermilion shades flash before Marvin’s eyes as he nearly slips in his own blood, feeling the coppery liquid soak into his clothing as it formed a decent-sized puddle below him.

Neb and Jackie had managed to loosen the bonds just enough for them to slip out, but upon Berith’s disappearance, they slid away, splashing against the ground.

Just in time for Jackie to glance up, and see his husband lying in a pool of his own blood, breathing raggedly.

“MARVIN!”

He doesn’t wait for the others. He doesn’t wait for anything, or anyone. Not right now. Jackie’s footsteps thump across the wooden flooring, falling to his knees- damning the bruises, sure to form.

The trio can hear his shattered cry, and they glance up, almost confused- before their eyes widen.

By the time Jackie’s reached his body, Marvin’s magic is flickering across his chest, trying to stitch the first wound up. Flickers of spring green essence manage to staunch the flow somewhat, but deep carmine bursts fight back, bringing forth the damage once more.

Seems as though someone left some of his magic in Marvin, as a residual.

As insurance.

“Hey, love.”

Marvin manages a grin, glancing up at the man, despite the white fabric turned cerise-red all over the front of his chest, and the strong scent of copper throughout the area.

“Don’t you ‘hey, love.’ me. You keep your eyes open right now, Delvaux.”

Tears roll down the hero’s cheeks as he grips the scarlet smeared fabric within his fists, holding the man’s mask in the other as he’s pulled Marvin into his lap.

Blood dribbles out of the wounds steadily as Marvin’s magic intensifies in color and speed, flying back and forth, and yet it’s barely doing anything, capping off the blood flow.

Marvin’s breath rattles within his chest as he manages to speak again, the blood loss getting to him. Spots dance before his vision as he struggles to stay awake, the magician seeing blob-like spots of his family’s faces.

“Guess I should’ve...figured out a way to talk this out over coffee, then.”

His chest rises and falls unsteadily before falling stock still for a beat, lips pausing between breaths to release a breath of air, eyes slipping shut.

#HAAH ME WRITING A PROPER ENDING? NO <3 #marvin the magician #marvin the magnificent #jackieboyman #jbm #jackie collins #nebula #erin attwell #alphie #lily writes #berith kensley #ego shipping #septic writing #fanfic #marvin is breathing although very weakly

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radfordkane · 4 years

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Here is Radford! Mayor of New Orleans and while he looks like the brawns, he’s all brains.

Name: Radford Kane

Gender pronouns: He/Him

Age: 40

Birthday: August 1st

Species: Bear Shapeshifter

Occupation: Mayor

Face Claim: Jason Momoa

Bio:

Radford Kane was born to a general of the US Navy, who at the time was away from home, as throughout Radford’s childhood. His mother was a native to Hawaii, and unbeknownst to Radford, an Avian Shapeshifter, and his father was a Bear Shifter. Radford was the first born, becoming the oldest of five siblings by the time he was sixteen, and after his father’s passing, of what he was told was the sinking of his carrier, Radford had to step up, to become the man of the home, all while dealing with the shocking discovering that he possessed these powers of his mother’s, but his form was that of the Ursidae, the bears, like his father.

Radford worked many jobs through high school to help his family make ends meet, and luckily when Radford turned eighteen, his two-year younger brother, took over as man of the house just so Radford could go and get a degree to help his family further. He moved to the states to get a suitable degree and during his six years towards his master’s in business, Radford worked still to send money home to his family, as well as, also encountered various other forms of supernatural creatures and developed a friend group with them, becoming aware of the discord between each species, as well as the selected amount of human’s that knew about the supernatural. After college, Radford moved to New Orleans, he figured it would be a good place to start a business as a supernatural and develop a suitable income for his family. He succeeded in this, opening his own bar from a small loan and making his way up and out of his debts. Hearing more stories from his supernatural patrons, a part of Radford believes he can do the same for the supernatural community in New Orleans that he did for himself, running for mayor and winning based of his connections with the locals through his bar and work on town council. While he could never make his public mission statement ‘for the equality of all species’ it became a personal statement for himself and he would speak proudly on it to any supernatural that he has had the pleasure to meet. But being mayor is not all it’s cracked up to be, Radford was lucky enough to find someone to manage over his bar for him, still getting a steady income from that, along with his salary as mayor, Radford chose to leave a modest cottage near the swamps to have extra cash to send away. He has become aware of the dangers that come with being mayor, especially a supernatural one, Radford has heard the stories of the darkness and senses it, rooting itself deeply into the foundations of New Orleans. He feels it gnawing at him, beckoning him to follow down the path of the darkness, to accept terms and agreements that will lead for more power and money in his pocket, but less for the betterment of his town. It’s a daily struggle, keeping good in a world begging you to be evil, but if there is anyone well suited to be the beacon of hope this town of sin, it’s Radford Alika Kane.

Personality: Well-Spoken, Clever, Loving & Playful Loud, Hot-Headed, Abrasive & Distrusting

#Post: About Radford

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isleofval · 5 years

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RP BIO - HAIZEA ‘HAIZE’ HOUDEN

The Basics ––– –

Age: 22

Birthday: 8th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon

Race: Miqo’te, Seeker

Gender: Genderfluid

Sexuality: Bisexual

Marital Status: Dating

Server: Balmung

Physical Appearance ––– –

Hair: Long, Off white with rust highlights. Well groomed.

Eyes: Ruby

Height: 5 fulms 6 ilms

Build: Toned

Distinguishing Marks: Scar on right cheek

Common Accessories: An emerald silk bow with a silver bell wrapped around his tail.

Personal ––– –

Profession: Chocobo Breeder & Eurekan Researcher

Hobbies: Reading, learning new forms of magic,

Languages: Eorzean,Doman, learning High Ivalician

Residence: Currently Hingashi

Birthplace: Old Sharlayan

Religion: The Twelve

Patron Deity: Oschon the Wanderer / Thaliak the Scholar

Fears: Ursidae, Not being good enough

Relationships ––– -

Spouse: Tiramisu Loplaine (to be)

Children: 2 adopted twin raens (in the future). Brycen & Mizuki

Parents: Alive & well.

Siblings: 1 half sister and 5 sisters

Other Relatives: N/A

Pets: Diamond Carbuncle, Valkyrie the Chocobo, Florien Bonbon the Cat, several other chocobo back home.

Traits ––– -

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– –

Smoking Habit: N/A Drugs: Occasionally Alcohol: Occasionally

RP Hooks ––– –

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Born & Raised on the Isle of Val, and studied at the acclaimed Studium. Really wants to become an Archon but paused his studies due to Isle being ‘destroyed’ & assuming his family died with them.

【ＥＵＲＥＫＡ!】

Currently travelling between Hingashi & The Forbidden Land to assist with the Expedition & attempt to gain more informaton on his altered homeland.

【ＡＲＣＨＭＡＧＥ】

An absolute magic enthusiast. Currently experienced in 3 forms of modern magic & training in Red Magic. Willing to try and master any form of magic he comes across. Had a brief run in with forbidden Black Magics and got his ass handed to him.

【ＢＩＲＤＩＳＴＨＥＷＯＲＤ】

Born with an intense love of Chocobos and loving of most fauna. A hobbyist Chocobo Raiser & Breeder. His bird babies are a source of immense pride for Haize. Anyone he can share that passion with is welcome.

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Spoilt rotton and stuffed to the brim with old money. Haize is kind of a huge asshole.He is sheltered, very judgy & very prejudiced. Has a sassy mouth that gets him in a lot of trouble.

#ffxiv balmung #balmung #ffxiv rp #lfrp #ffxiv #haizea houden

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nola-unchained · 4 years

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STATS

Name: Radford Kane Gender/pronouns: He/him Age: 40 Species: Shifter, Bear Occupation: Mayor Faceclaim: Jason Momoa

HISTORY:

PERSONALITY:

+ Well-Spoken, Clever, Loving, Playful

- Loud, Hot-Headed, Abrasive, Distrusting

Radford is played by Punlord.

#supernatural rp #mature rp #town rp #literate rp #new rp

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oasisofgalaxies · 3 years

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Blod (Blood god)

On a less jokey note, internet says Caedes is bloodshed/slaughter/massacre in Latin?

OOOO THATS REALLY GOOD

#I LIKE THAT A LOT #sibling-ursidae #Nebula rambles

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pandoraborn · 2 years

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Hey Spenc? Do you have a favorite D&D playable species yet if I can ask?

I really like dragonborn.

I think it's also because Skyrim. If not that, then probably elves, I've always been favorable toward elves.

#d&d #sibling ursidae

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clyrics1 · 7 years

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tagged by @iamdeltas

1st rule: tag 10 people you want to get to know better

2nd rule: BOLD the statements that are true

APPEARANCE:

I’am 5′7 or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown hair

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People think I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it (Baller)

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people at arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 2 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team

I’m in an orchestra or choir

I have learned a new song in the past month

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

Fandoms are my #1 passion

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year (in the past)

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider my best friend

I live close to my school (like 4 blocks aint that far right)

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the US

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the last month

I have a smart phone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages

I have made a new friend in the past year

i tag: @girls-with-boys-names @bxllcypher @okaminerd @raimijenner @mathedpotatoes @mizores-fanboy @bear-dad-brian @now-its-cold-without-you-here @ursidaes @celeste-draws

#now you know a little bit more about C

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