#shyyren

[unluckyxse7enart]

Belated birthday gift I did for @shyyren of their Iron Valiant!! There was a beautiful moment in the game where I spotted them from afar, faintly lit by the aura of a nearby terastal pokemon, and I just knew I had to redraw it. After a lot of wrestling with the setting, I did! Very proud of how it turned out ngl.

Original reference photo:

[mahoroashoppe]

Shiny spinarak template icons I made for @shyyren ! Got really tripped up on how to balance the colors for some reason but I worked it out in the end uwu

Icon template by lanie020

[thegempage]

60 for whichever of your OCs has The Most to hide. whoever would fare the worst under a truth spell >:3c

from these asks here!!

60. Truth Serum/spell

thank you so much!! i had to think about this but... hmm....

(spoilers for the monster of the week pfs au, btw, specifically regarding some of the information in part three of it wants what you want, but without fear or shame, for those of you in the know about that)

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Felicity felt... weird.

Whatever the fae did in the forest must still have been effecting her, then. Maybe interacting strangely with the wolfsbane pills? They were pretty new, and Salem had told her they were technically experimental. Salem hadn't mentioned any potential side-effects with fae magic, but lycanthropy was a fucked-up virus/curse that could make someone spontaneously develop an allergy to a metal because of its association with a celestial body, so anything was possible.

It was just that... after a few months with the wolfsbane suppressing the worst of her beast, whatever they did made the beast really, really fucking loud, and her skin really, really fucking itchy.

She needed a drink. And a cigarette. And a nap.

Not that her life was ever that simple. Rounding a corner in the base got her face-to-face with Salem, because of course the first person she would run into while feeling this shitty was Salem, who looked mildly surprised to see her. "Felicity," she said, putting out a hand, a soft, casual kind of touch they only got when it was the two of them alone like this. "You're back."

"Kalo and I got back an hour ago," Felicity found herself mumbling, leaning into Salem's touch, even though... she'd meant to brush her off to go sulk. Her head hurt. Her teeth itched.

Salem's eyebrows narrowed in her "doctor" way, the kind of steel to her gaze that wasn't the violence of hunting but wasn't as hungry as when she had Felicity underneath her. The way that made Felicity want to stand still, wait until she was done being examined, just in case it was important. "You also look like shit," Salem remarked, half-grinning, breaking the tension just enough to let Felicity out, because she always --

"I'm fine." "I feel like shit," Felicity sighed, and then flinched. She. What? That wasn't.

What was wrong with her? Her beast was thrashing at her ribcage, squealing and whooping and whining. Even before the wolfsbane had thrown a blanket over it, it had never been this fucking loud. Felicity pressed a hand to her chest, trying to quiet it down, and all the mirth in Salem's expression faded to concern. Real concern, like with the silver burns, or the first few days on wolfsbane or when she'd gotten poisoned by a demon. Concern that would only tell her she was being an idiot once it was assured she wouldn't be gone in the next few hours. The kind of concern that made Felicity want to do all the stupid things she'd get yelled at for on a normal day if it meant Salem stopped looking at her like she was something that needed caring for, and not something that was supposed to be doing the caring.

"I'm fine." "Whatever they did hurts," she blurted, breathing quickening. No, no, no, no, fuck.

Salem pulled her face down, looking her over, watching how her eyes followed her every move, how Felicity kept drifting closer. "A spell," she said, matter-of-factually in the way that normally made Felicity's fur smooth out. Fur? Why did she have fur? "You were dealing with the fae, weren't you?"

"Yes." Simple. Short. True. True. True. True. The truth was that her teeth itched. The truth was that she wanted Salem to keep touching her. The truth was -- "Hold me."

There was fur coming out of her face. Her arms. Her body. The beast was here. The sun was not yet down. The moon rising tonight was half-full. The beast was crawling out of Felicity's skin to get at Salem, the woman it craved loved. Her teeth were sharp and they itched and she wanted to bite claim Salem. She needed it. The beast was awake. The beast was screaming.

"Felicity, did you not take your wolfsbane this morning?" Salem asked, even as she tried, even as she cradled her, put her face in her hands and pet the fur there.

"I didn't." "I did."

"Then what is happening? Kalo -- they were supposed to be small, were they not?"

"They cast a curse on me." "It was some kind of. Compulsion. I guess."

"Compulsion."

"To say." "To tell the. The truth."

It hurt. Was she crying? Her teeth were on fire. Felicity wrapped her arms around Salem and hugged her in a way she'd never allowed herself before, honest and vulnerable and soft. Her teeth itched. Her teeth itched. Her teeth itched. Was she crying? How long had it been since she cried?

Salem was sinking. Felicity panicked, fell, but Salem was there to catch her. That wasn't right. She was supposed to catch Salem. She was supposed to be the landing pad. This was wrong, wasn't it? The beast curled up in Salem's lap, burying her face in her stomach and trying to breathe. The wolfsbane was supposed to stop this. The wolfsbane was supposed to make her numb. Her blood was on fire.

"A truth -- Felicity." Salem was the only thing in the world. Salem was the only thing that mattered. Salem pet her ears and Felicity choked on a sob and her blood was on fire and decades of lies were burning in her throat. "Felicity, can you hear me?"

"I love you."

"... What?"

"Please. Please. I love you. I'm yours." It was babbling, the way a child babbles when they're dreaming, the way a teenager wakes up after a nightmare and tries to calm themself.

"Felicity." Salem stressed it, firm and sure, and Felicity couldn't look at her but she shuddered a breath and pressed her nose into Salem's stomach and nodded. Nodded. Nodded. It felt good to have Salem hold her.

"... You are under the sway of a fae's truth spell," Salem said, and she was never one to bullshit a reassurance that wasn't true, so there was only finality to her tone. "I'm not sure what on Earth it's having such a bad reaction to, but you need to breathe before you start hyperventilating."

Felicity knew. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she knew. She knew it was the wolfsbane. The wolfsbane was a thing of lies. The wolfsbane was a plant that whispered falsehoods. The wolfsbane was a prison warden for a cage that never should have been built. She gripped Salem's shirt and tried to bury herself deeper inside of her and she was crying. She needed her. She needed her matriarch to help her. She was sick and wounded and she needed her matriarch to lick her blood and bring her food. When she opened her mouth to say any of it all that came out was a pained, burning sob.

Salem's hand was on her face. Rubbing her ear. Petting her fur. Salem took a deep breath and Felicity tried to take a deep breath and her teeth itched.

"Claim," was a whisper so, so quiet, a wish more than a thought, that Salem almost didn't hear.

For Felicity's sake, she pretended not to.

Felicity didn't know, of course, that Salem was figuring it out. Felicity didn't see the purple tint to her tears. Felicity had not smelled ground up wolfsbane for hours.

"... I love you, too," Salem mumbled, and she needed no spell to force it between her lips.

[literalliterature]

for your palettes- how about Laika in 1B?

Was gonna do more for this but was worried it wouldn’t be readable. Anyway here’s a baby Laika!!! She’s maybe 14-15 here, which is why she hasn’t quite developed all of her weird features yet. She’d have to spend a lot of time by herself and would keep busy and cheer herself up by casting little illusions.

palette challenge

[ID copied from alt: A drawing of Laika, a teenage girl, from the neck up, done in a limited palette of black, gray, and bright greens. About half of her face is bright green and a bit gooey in places, while the rest of her is in monotone gray with black shading. She also has hair that is neck-length and kinky, pointed ears, a fang sticking out of her mouth. Floating above her mittened hand is the bright green, glowing silhouette of a dog leaping and biting at a few stars around it. She rests her head against her shoulder as she smiles softly down at it. The palette is shown in the upper right corner and is titled “1B - Bioluminesce.” End ID.]

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

Cheshire in D4!

Yeah he probably WOULD just wear this lmao

Outfit prompt from here, a couple months late ahdhshfhd

[chaosbound-official]

Hiraeh, do you like when people play with/braid/style your hair? it seems like your hair would take a lot of upkeep

Hiraeh: Whax, xhis xhing?

Hiraeh: idk, xhis is xhe firsx xime I’ve ever really had anyone else xouch ix, ouxside my lusus I guess!

Hiraeh: Purrol did a good job wixh ix xhough! Bexxer xhan I would have - my hair’s consxanxly a mass of curls and xangles! I’ve long since given up on cuxxing ix simply because ix’s xoo damn hard xo do lmao

Hiraeh: What, this thing?

Hiraeh: idk, this is the first time I’ve ever really had anyone else touch it, outside my lusus I guess!

Hiraeh: Purrol did a good job with it though! Better than I would have - my hair’s constantly a mass of curls and tangles! I’ve long since given up on cutting it simply because it’s too damn hard to do lmao

[darolor]

Bandana Dee 🔫

Wow this has been stuck in the inbox for Literal Years but uh. I got those hcs ovo;

Bandanna Dee!!!! Everyone's favorite pretty face and deadly warrior!!!

Headcanon A (realistic): Bandanna Dee trains with Kirby and the others in order to get stronger! They actually aspire to be strong enough to fight by Kirby’s side, help beat back eldritch horrors with god-levels of power and the like - but while they've made amazing strides in their fighting skills and are unparalleled by any other Dee, they still pale in comparison to Kirby's devastation, and elect to stay on the sidelines as support in the meantime. It admittedly bothers them, but they recognize that they still have far to go and try to focus on just doing what they can to help. 

Headcanon B (while it may not be realistic it is hilarious): Kirby absolutely has “embarrassing childhood stories” about Bandanna Dee, and while Kirby doesn't totally get what's so embarrassing about them, as young as he still is, that doesn't mean he isn't willing to share them with others just to poke fun at Bandanna Dee - or sometimes even in misplaced pride for his friend. Bandanna Dee just wishes he’d stop telling the damn caterpillar story to all of their subordinates, they're trying to pretend they have a little dignity goddammit. 

Headcanon C (heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends): This may be one of the more tamer angst hcs of mine tbh? But Bandee used to be childhood friends with Kirby, they were both about the same age…. or so Bandee thought. But as Bandee got older it became abundantly clear that Kirby was not, and they are now almost a young adult while Kirby is exactly as they remember them from when they were like, 6 (but with more trauma). Admittedly, Bandee worries a little that Kirby won't want to spend time with them when they're an old geezer of a dee, and he's still maybe 10. but they appreciate being able to help take care of Kirby as an older sibling, in ways they couldn't have helped him before. 

Headcanon D (unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.): I got really stuck on this one tbh? But I think the best I’ve got is, I consider that for a ‘subordinate’ Bandanna Dee is actually pretty overly familiar with Dedede and Meta Knight, even for their young age compared to the other two. It helps that the knight and king are a little immature and foolish at times, because while Bandanna Dee is still learning, they have a relatively good head on their shoulders. So they find it easy to take advantage of this fact and poke fun at the adults when they have their thoughtless moments. 

[unluckyxse7en]

I picked up gaiaonline again, I’ve been having waaaay too much fun playing the zomg! game as Anything But A Humanoid. Last night’s theme was “the cake is a LIE”

Featuring @shyyren who I’ve dragged into my gaia obsession and is happily enjoying watching a cake gun down monsters (inbetween our tea party breaks, of course)