23, fanfic and multiship sideblog. Used to be at starrosefics. Loves cats and chocolate and accepts SFW prompts. Requests are OPEN, I will deny if uncomfortable. Check my Fandoms page to see what I write for.
MK and friends decide to retreat to the 'Sea-Crate Base' for a little relaxation and emotional recovery after the turmoil that was the fifth season. At one point, MK wonders why they used the base so little before then.
The Sea Base didn't have memories attached to it.
As Qi Xiaotian entered it, there was no bombardment of memories, of words that should've been said or not said, actions that should've been taken or kept to himself. It was unlike Flower Fruit Mountain, which still showed cracks from Azure's death, or his apartment, which still had marks from Red Son blowing it up, or the noodle shop…
The shop where…he walked in… where he walked in and dragged Pigsy in, years before the staff was pulled out…
"Hey, are you okay?"
He glanced up. Sandy stared down at him. Despite him asking the question, his eyes were warm with understanding.
Xiaotian let out a shaky laugh.
"…yeah. Just wondering why we didn't use this before…"
This reminded me of a SageRecluse AU that I made up that led to me accidentally freaking out my roommates by playing peacock noises in the shower.
Sage is First Milks pet peacock that she’s raised ever since he was an egg. Sage is a local celebrity because of how friendly and social he is and he is often seen parading around the area looking for attention. First Milk gets worried that Sage might be lonely so she tries to introduce him to other peafowl he hardly even acknowledges them.
Until one day a big commotion at the park draws everyone’s attention, and much to everyone’s surprise it was Sage loudly trying to mate with a very annoyed peahen.
During the following months Sage grew more persistent and more aggressive, attacking anyone that got near him or the peahen (people had taken to calling her “Recluse”).
Everyone assumed that once mating season ended Sage would be back to normal but he continued to surprise everyone when August passed and Sage was STILL GOING AFTER THIS ONE SPECIFIC PEAHEN.
Peafowl are polygamous and don’t mate for life. Sage doesn’t care, he saw a pretty female and called dibs.
It had been a college graduation gift from her parents, who knew she loved birds. The peacock egg was supposedly empty and preserved, bought from overseas. As a matter of fact, it wasn't, much to her shock when she discovered her new trinket shattered on the floor and a baby peacock on her dresser one morning.
Despite the surprise, she loved Sage fiercely.
She raised him to the best of her abilities. He was the most polite peacock anyone had ever seen, friendly and social to all he met. Additionally, he had a pigment abnormality that gave him a lighter blue plumage, with spots of white that resembled stars, creating the most visually striking peacock anyone had ever seen. He was one of First Milk's greatest loves, loving to cuddle with her and bring her small, shiny things he had found.
However…
She was depressed. She knew that now. She had lost herself to her work at the hospital, a numbness settling in her soul, only broken whenever a patient hurt, sending her into spirals of tears, self-loathing, and anxiety. Whenever a patient passed, she blamed herself. She neglected herself to focus on her work, unable to think about giving herself any form of grace, any acceptance that she was not just a doctor.
She wasn't sure what snapped her out of it. Maybe it was the NICU case, Toughie, finally making a recovery. Maybe the walls had grown too large and collapsed under their own weight. Maybe she just needed a good night's rest.
One morning, just like the morning she found Sage, she had woken up and realized that things needed to change.
She needed therapy. She needed to step back from her work as a doctor. She…
She needed to let Sage go.
That part had hurt worse. It wasn't just the emotional neglect that her sadness and depression caused. It was the fact that her yard was too small for him. It was the fact that she was gone for long hours, leaving him alone. It was the fact that peacocks were social creatures, and Sage had never seen another peacock in his life.
Sage deserved better.
So, First Milk had done her research and found the Witch of Light Zoo.
"You're not the first owner to surrender an animal to us," the owner and chief executive officer, First Cream, told her when she came. "It was accidental, but we ended up specializing in surrendered animals and strange animals." She had shown her around, and First Milk had fallen in love. At the end, First Cream had asked: "I know this sounds strange, but have you ever considered being a vet?"
She had, once or twice. She had completed the schoolwork to obtain a veterinary license on the side, aside from the hands-on experience, the full veterinary program, and the licensing exam. First Cream had smiled when she admitted it and told her that they had a special work program for that.
First Milk had walked out of the zoo with no peacock, a new job, and a strange hope for the future.
And it had worked out!
First Milk was now the Witch of Light Zoo's official vet, helping out all of the animals, including Sage…
And the newest addition to the zoo.
She turned on the light and smiled at her new favorite patient. "Good morning, Miss Recluse!"
'Recluse' was a peahen that had been rescued from an abusive exotic animal "collector". When she had first seen her, she had been horrified- she was horrifically underweight, flinching at everyone, with sections of her feathers torn out and her wings clipped. The feathers honestly hurt First Milk's heart. Like Sage, Recluse had a pigment abnormality that, instead of the normal brown and green plumage, gave her dark blue feathers that were closer to a male's plumage with white edges. Seeing those beautiful feathers, not only torn out of stress but also to make jewelry, gone from her body…
It was the first time First Milk had ever hated someone.
Thankfully, over the past few months, Recluse had been recovering. She had gained weight. Her clipped feathers had molted, revealing new feathers. Her plumage had recovered marvelously, and some love and care had made it gleam under the lights as she lifted her head.
She made a soft cooing noise, and First Milk smiled. "Hello, my sweetheart…" She gently petted her head, and Recluse leaned into the touch. Once that was done, First Milk lifted her into her arms and carried her to the examination room.
Recluse was still rather shy around humans, however. There were a few staff members she truly trusted, including First Milk and…
"Ah, there she is."
"First Vanilla, good morning!"
Recluse cooed and chirped in her arms, moving towards First Vanilla the moment she set her on the exam table. "Hello, precious," First Vanilla said, giving her pets. She had been the one to discover the situation at Recluse's old "home", bringing her to the zoo to be taken care of. Recluse adored her with every inch of her little bird heart, rubbing against First Vanilla's cheek as she pet her.
First Milk tried to squish the jealousy that rose, focusing instead on verifying everything about Recluse. "I think she has officially passed all requirements," she said.
"Really?"
"Really."
First Vanilla smiled. "Oh, that's wonderful. But…" Her smile faded. "Are you sure she's ready? She's still shy around the staff. And I'm worried about her plumage making it hard for her to make friends."
"I know, but according to First Sugar, she's done well with attempted socializing. Maybe being with a flock will help her unease." Additionally, Recluse wasn't really a concern in the breeding area, with plenty of healthy peacocks to mate and breed.
First Vanilla nodded. "If you are certain, then let's do it."
The two walked out with First Vanilla carrying Recluse. Around them, the zoo was coming to life, preparing for the day.
First Salt was at the petting zoo, petting and talking to Solidarity, a massive horse with a dappled white and grey coat. The deer he was bonded with, White Lily and Elder Faerie, both waited patiently. Both had white coats, although White Lily was albino while Elder Faerie was piebald.
First Choco and First Grain were checking on Dark Cacao and Mystic Flour. The two were a strange bonded pair, that of a wolf and a snow leopard. As they passed, Dark Choco, Dark Cacao's teenage puppy, barked at Mystic Flour, who was focused on grooming Haetae, an orphaned leopard cub. She bapped him before he settled down, waiting for his turn to be groomed.
First Sprinkle was at the big cats' area, checking on Burning Spice and Golden Cheese. Burning Spice was a surprisingly healthy tigard, a cross between a black leopard and a tiger, with beautiful red stripes. Golden Cheese was a cheetah with a spot pattern that centered on her back, creating what looked like wings. The two were a bonded pair, and it was a joke that Architect was the queen of the cats. Once, First Milk had asked about the techno music that played constantly, and First Sprinkle had said, with a straight face, "It's their favorite music."
(She had video of the two head bobbing to the beat to prove it.)
First Berry was at the tigers' enclosure next to the aviary, with First Sugar. "Did Eternal Sugar escape again?" First Vanilla called.
"Yes!" First Sugar said, definitely not in a whine at her favorite bird escaping. "I'm not sure how she keeps escaping."
"Well, Hollyberry doesn't seem to mind at the very least," First Berry said. The two looked in the tiger enclosure. Hollyberry, a beautiful, large tiger, was lying contentedly on her side as Eternal Sugar, a gorgeous roseate spoonbill, cuddled against her. Eternal Sugar had been fascinated with Hollyberry since her arrival, a fascination that seemed to be returned. "But, we need to get her out."
"I know…"
They kept on. The peacock enclosure wasn't too far away.
Soon, peacocks began to appear, openly walking around. They had a main area that First Milk headed towards. First Vanilla followed.
Recluse looked around as she was set on the grass, her feathers ruffling. "It's okay," First Vanilla assured her with another pet. "First Milk and I will be over to visit all of the time."
"You'll make so many friends," First Milk assured her, stroking her as well. She felt Recluse slowly ease under her hands and smiled. She stood up. "Speaking of friends…"
Ah, there was Sage.
He was walking around, looking the picture of supreme elegance. Several peacocks followed him, cooing and calling to the interestingly plumaged bird, but he looked at none of them. He reminded her of a popular kid who simply smiled at their following. "…I am worried about Sage."
"Yeah. He interacts with the others, but barely," First Vanilla said. "Do you think he'll take a mate this year?" Mating season was supposed to start soon.
"Honestly, no. He never takes one."
As she hurried to meet her favorite bird, a thought drifted through her mind.
Maybe one day.
-_-
A few days later, First Sugar slammed the door to her office open. "First Milk, it's Sage! You have to come see!"
She jumped to her feet, paperwork spilling across the floor. "What's wrong?! What happened?!"
"You have to come see!"
First Milk ran towards the peacock's enclosure, terrified out of her mind. What had happened?! Did someone hurt Sage? Was he sick?! Dying?!
It didn't help that everyone else was gathered around, staring into the peacock enclosure. She could hear strange noises, only heightening her anxiety. "What's going on?!"
"Uh… well, Sage and Recluse have met," First Yeast said.
Oh fuck. "Are they fighting?" First Milk started shoving her way forward, for once not apologizing to her coworkers. Where was First Vanilla?!
"The opposite, actually," First Egg said in the front.
"The opposite…" Now that she was closer, First Milk could see the scene.
The strange noises were Sage, delivering a high-pitched, honking mating call, as his wings spread, revealing the beautiful strangeness of his plumage in its full glory. Leaning away from him, almost looking annoyed somehow, was Recluse. Even from that distance, she could imagine her internal "What the fuck?"
First Vanilla hovered away, with several bruises and her hair a mess.
"What the fuck." First Milk pulled away from the wall and headed towards the grass, where First Vanilla hovered. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I just tried to steer Sage away since Recluse seemed annoyed and…" First Vanilla rubbed at her cheek, where some dirt was smudged. "He didn't appreciate that."
"Okay." He would listen to First Milk, right? She approached the two circling peacocks, keeping each step gentle. "Sage…Sage…look at me, please… let's leave Miss Recluse alone…" She set her hand on his body-
Sage turned and screeched, right in her face.
First Milk was across the grass before she could even think. Recluse, on the other hand, turned and ran the moment Sage looked away. He looked back at the empty spot, and his feathers sank with a sad coo.
"…This is fine."
"…Yes?"
It was not fine.
Throughout March and into July, Sage never stopped presenting and calling at Recluse whenever he saw her. More than once, First Milk had stopped by to find Sage trying to woo Recluse, or just following her.
First Milk would be happier if she weren't sure that Recluse wasn't appreciative of it.
She would screech angrily at Sage, running the moment he looked away. She had begun to roost in a tree nicknamed the Spire, often staying there for hours. She never answered his mating calls.
"It could be worse," First Sugar said. "He doesn't corner her, and he doesn't follow her up the tree. He just stays on the ground and dances." Unless someone approached him or Recluse, upon which he would attack.
First Milk sighed. "I know…" Recluse wasn't stressed, it looked like, and her weight was good, but this couldn't be good long-term. "I've never seen him like this, though."
"Maybe it's because it's the first mating season he's actively participating in," First Sugar suggested. "August is when it calms down. I'm sure he'll be calm then."
"I hope so, or I don't know what will happen."
-_-
"…so…um…Recluse laid eggs."
First Milk stared at the scene.
Sage was practically preening as Recluse sat in Sage's nest, looking both tired and proud. Over ten white eggs were visible from under her. As she, First Vanilla, and First Sugar stared, Sage nuzzled Recluse, making delighted cooing sounds. She made soft noises back, actually nuzzling him back.
"…It's September."
"…Yes. Yes, it is."
First Milk sighed and knelt next to the two. Sage turned and, for the first time in a while, gave a happy coo. She sighed as she pet him and Recluse.
"You are going to give me a heart attack one day."
It had been a long time since Eda and Wukong had seen each other, and as they watched Luz and MK chatting it up, they both said in sync. "Congrats on the kid." Beat. Then again in unison. "Wait, what?"
"He's not-"
"She's not-"
"I mean, he has two dads already!"
"Yeah, she has a mother!"
"I'm not-!"
"Yeah, no-!"
Over in the yard, Qi Xiaotian chuckled. He had been trying to teach Luz how to use a staff for combat, but the scene at the front step was more entertaining. Luz raised a brow and he nodded. "They're babbling about them being our parents."
"Ooh!" Luz nodded eagerly. "I mean, I see Eda as a mom. I know my mom won't ever get married and Eda has Raine..."
"I think Tang would happily marry Wukong given the chance."
Luz cackled and Xiaotian smiled before moving to the first position.
Beast PV getting pregnant over and over again by Sage. Sage is a monster fucker and this beast is triggering those feelings, those beautiful golden wings that fade into a blue as dark as the night sky, the rings of eyes circling around their head, and the soul jam- the part that marks them as soulmates resting right in PV's chest and acting as another eye
🧐 me thinks yall just like me writing one or both of these cookies pregnant
But, I'm not gonna complain, I like writing them pregnant 😜
The first time it happened was an accident.
No less loved, but they didn't even think it possible.
How could it be??
Pure Vanilla, Beast of Cruelty, who had lead countless cookies to their deaths by forcing the cruel truth of their world onto them, wasn't exactly...totally...a cookie himself.
He'd long shed the boundaries of his dough, stretching his wings (which looked like the night sky as the sun pierced its blanket) and opening the halo of eyes around his head to better see the truth.
Sage had seen countless paintings of him prior to his corruption. A handsome king who ruled with a compassionate, yet closed off heart. But when he'd seen the Beast himself?
Oh, Sage knew bedding him was inevitable.
Soul mates or not, Sage was into whatever was going on with him.
Their meetings were few and far between. He had his job, and Pure Vanilla resided on his peak in solitude, conducting (rather brutal, to be honest) experiments on any creature that happened to enter his domain. Sage was constantly trying to get the Beast to leave his peak and join him in his village, even more so once their relationship turned physical.
"Oh, my sweet dove," Pure Vanilla would coo, and one of his massive wings would curl around Sage's naked form, tickling him and making him hard all over again, "Cookies can be so cruel. But you are always welcome to join me in my nest."
That was his favorite thing to say.
Cookies can be so cruel.
So, imagine Sage's surprise when he approached the nest at the peak and Pure Vanilla snapped at him to leave. Leave and never come back. He's ruined him. He's poisoned him with sweet lies and wants him gone! All the eyes in his halo glared at him, and even the light of his soul jam seemed to grow cold upon seeing him.
Sage, determined to figure out what is bothering his soulmate did what he does best.
He studied his Beast.
Watched him.
Compares what he knows with what he sees.
It took a few days, Pure Vanilla hardly left his home as is, but he seemed to be neglecting himself.
Sage waited.
And waited.
He waited and it burned him. He wanted to hold his Beast, he wanted to protect him from whatever harshness of reality pained him, he wanted to dry his tears when he's asleep and doesn't realize he's even crying.
And Sage waited some more.
Eventually, Pure Vanilla had to leave the nest, to hunt, to stretch, for fun, who cares.
But Sage took his opportunity.
He entered the dilapidated castle and immediately booked it to the king's nest.
Inside, he is shocked.
Not by the deep, talon-like slashes on the wall, nor the tattered curtains blocking most of the wind from the shatter glass mural (those were normal, expected). No, what shocked him was the deep blue egg, speckled with golden stars, tucked safely into the nest between two pillows and under a pile of blankets.
When Pure Vanilla returned, he found Sage lying in the best, cradling the egg, and softly whispering to it.
There was a long, difficult conversation that followed.
Pure Vanilla had been so scared of being abandoned (again) that when the egg had come out of him, he did what he felt he had to do to protect himself and his child. He didn't think he could handle Sage's rejection, so he'd forced him away instead.
But Sage was determined, more than ever, to have his family with him.
Pure Vanilla didn't like living in the village, the sweet faces of the villagers all smiling at him, blissfully unaware of the truth (Sage, not letting him spread the truth), having to hide his beastly features while out in public.
It was suffocating.
At least in the sanctuary of the Spire he could shed his dough and spread his wings.
But Sage was delighted. He learned everything he could from Pure Vanilla about their egg. The prime temperature to ensure the babe inside cooked properly, how frequently and how to turn the egg so it baked evenly, when new developments inside happened.
Sage was ecstatic!
And when a loud, singular crack broke the still night air, Sage was right there with Pure Vanilla watching their daughter tumble out into the world.
Pure Vanilla immediately plucked the blue and gold feathered babe from the nest and began to preen the yolk from her dough. Once all of the yolk was gone, Pure Vanilla tugged the neckline of his nightgown until it ripped and he raised the chirping and blind babe to his breast to nurse.
Sage had decided, right there and then that they were having another child.
His favorite thing in the world was having his Beast beneath him, all eyes absolutely fucked out and rolled back, wings twitching in ecstasy and feathers ruffled from him grabbing them, and begging for him to protect them from the harsh truths of this world.
Pure Vanilla had two more eggs in quick succession, a boy and a dud. He'd sobbed about failing Sage, but Sage had simply laid him in their nest and filled him with more seed.
Pregnant.
Pregnant.
Pregnant!
Sage kept his Beast pregnant, they had another girl, two more duds, a boy, a girl, a double-yolk egg which ended up being boys, and a final dud.
Each dud egg broke Pure Vanilla's heart, so Sage begged him to try using his cookie form for one baby. Pure Vanilla was hesitant.
In his cookie form he'd be pregnant for months, but Sage's mouth watered at the thought of making love to his plump and pregnant soul mate.
With the promise that Sage would love him and never abandon him no matter what, Pure Vanilla relented.
For nine months he maintained his cookie form, swelling with the Sage's baby. He ran errands, ignored the curious looks from cruel cookies, rearranged their nest about a hundred times, and all their little angels followed him like ducks in a row.
And yes, pregnant sex was added to Sage's mental list of kinks he didn't realize he had. As were a few other kinks (for a cookie who spouted the cruel truth, Pure Vanilla had been a liar when telling Sage that he had no flavor).
Birth as a cookie was different than birth as a Beast. It was hard, long, and painful.
But his Sage was there beside him, as promised.
And as soon as the crying babe had been cleaned, introduced to his siblings, and was busy nursing, Sage leaned down and whispered, "I can't wait to get you pregnant again."
Pure Vanilla would never be abandoned or feel lonely again, and he wept with joy.
doodled some rough merch ideas while procrastinating important work B)
1. photocards (also wanna do cases, but there's so many different sizes, i'm not in the photocard game guys, they just looked cool, i didn't know there were so many different flavours, send help)
2. a standee?
could also work as a charm ig.. not sure about this one yet
Instead of the new dogshit Odyssey film you should watch Iphigenia (1977). It’s made by actual Greek people and focuses on a mother-daughter relationship to explore how women are sacrificed by powerful men in times of war. Also the main actress has the face of an angel 🙏 the whole movie is available on YT with English subtitles.
NPT: @greensagephase @angel-of-the-moons @fujii-dlc @sincerely-sofie-shoebox @cage-with-human-soul-and-parts @rowanisawriter and anyone else in the mood😊
Oooh!! Scrolling through the Tomcat tag and found this!!
1. The F-14 Tomcat, why it never should have been decommissioned and why we should bring it back (I wrote a very long paper on it)
2. Star Wars (it’s been my first and longest standing love besides Jesus Christ)
3. Transformers (mainly Prime but also why G1 is still gold and why the bayverse movies are okay-not great but okay-)
4. Writing (my Ocs and the stories I come up with)
5. The importance of media and how it depicts ppl but most importantly why children should occasionally watch something that scares them, and that they should watch something that makes them think and might be a bit too ‘mature’ in language as it can help teach them etc etc..
1. Squid Game, obvs, especially the biblically accurate version of it that doesn't exist
2. Self defense takedowns
3. GUNS!
4. Anything to do with gay sex
5. Acting
Now im putting @mr-stendahl @nickmpreg @sapphicsaebyeok @largoindminor and @kwidawpirmi and @jointhedogcult on the mic (/np tags obvs, only if u wanna!)
The important thing to know about me is that I’m a very stupid person, both in terms of their remembering things and explaining. So if I talk very slowly, I could probably talk at length about the ff with no prep:
1. Asthma
2. COPD
3. What I like about my cats
4. The relative risks and benefits of different central lines
5. Vasopressor selection
Don’t ask me the names of the studies that support these practices. As I said, I’m very stupid.
Thank you for tagging me @kwidawpirmi 🩷 alright first of all you're not stupid, second I'd love to hear you talking about what you like about your cats for an hour 🥺
"What?" Long Xiaojiao looked up from her phone sharply. "It's only been a few months since Kai was born-"
"Not that trouble, not that trouble!" Xiaotian waved his hands before his best friend could demand details. "We're having issues picking out Kai's costume for trick or treating this year."
"You guys are going?" The yearly trick or treating was a fairly recent thing, having only been started after the whole pillar incident. "I thought Red thought it was dumb."
"Yeah, but then he saw the baby costumes."
Xiaojiao leaned back. "Fair point. So, you guys are having issues picking out a costume?"
"Yes, so I need your thoughts." A projector clicked on from somewhere, illuminating a slide above Xiaotian's head. KAI'S HALLOWEEN COSTUME shone out. "Costume 1!" The projector clicked, revealing-
"Is that a DBK onesie?"
"Made personally by Sun Wukong," Xiaotian nodded, glancing at the picture. Kai stared out, wearing a purple bull onesie. There was even a little red loincloth and shoulder pads. "Perks, it's cute and will make my father-in-law cry happy tears."
"Cons?"
"There's other costumes, like costume 2!" The projector clicked to reveal-
Xiaojiao gasped, her eyes going sparkly. "Is that a pig onesie?! With a little chef hat?"
"Yes! Tang brought it and- look, it's cute, it's adorable, Pigsy will love it!" Xiaotian gestured to the pig costume. "Look at it! Kai looks adorable!"
"Okay, so it's these two?"
"Actually, three." He clicked to a picture and Xiaojiao's smile dropped. Xiaotian laughed, sweat rolling down his brow. "Monkey King costume…I know it's cliche, but…I like it. Wukong will find it adorable."
Xiaojiao's frown eased. "That's fair."
"So," The last slide clicked up, revealing all three costumes next to each other. "What do you think?"
-_-
Red stared at Kai, dressed in a white dragon onesie. His son, under his gaze, grabbed the tail and stuffed the end in his mouth, happily teething on the soft fabric.
When chapter 2 first came out I thought this scene was implying that Kris spends a lot of time messing with stuff in the bathroom (like the bathbombs).
However based on the ch 4 egg room I think Kris has a habit of obsessively washing their hands. Maybe the handwashing makes them zone out and forget whatever guilt or trauma they’re carrying related to Dess or the divorce.
Making aus as a fan who fixates on one (1) character is so hard because I do truly want my blorbo to be the prettiest girl at the party. All the other characters need meaningful moments and important motivations and backstory and internal thoughts. But here's my special guy. Everyone look at him the most. Clap or ill blow this whole building up
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