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WHAT HAPPENED TO SOUTH DOWNS.

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@pastatiger so yknow how we met— 👁👁

The vibes tho 👌👌 on POINT 👌👌👌👌👌👌

do you ever feel victimized by fanfic authors when you make them fanart and then they give YOU compliments and you try to give THEM compliments and its a vicious cycle??? ♥♥ ft. @nicolareed

Every night at a hotel, team red would put on a movie to catch Carmen up on everything her childhood left out

canada is a heaven in hell and we do not deserve them.

Zack and Ivy take it upon themselves to teach Carmen every single reference they know but she Always Gets Them Wrong.

“Road work ahead? It better.” “So I’m sitting there, ketchup on my shoes,” “oh my god they were schoolmates…”

And it drives the siblings INSANE. They swear she’s messing with them but she always looks so genuine.

Until one day. Carmen said another slightly off quote over the coms. And Player “carmen i swear if you’re pulling that SAME PRANK—” And that’s how they realize she’s been gaslighting them into thinking that she didn’t know all those quotes.

hey, not to be dramatic or anything, but i'd die for Jeremy.

I love one (1) terrible start up tiefling. Ya’ll can thank @marywhal for the fun Angus goes to college and acquires more ridiculous friends au. I realized I misspelled “soylent” on Jeremy’s shirt, and I was gonna fix it. But I thought it would be funnier if he had ordered shirts to jump start his brand and it was a printing error that was never corrected.

would you like the good stuff (chapter 2)

[Tres Hory Boys make an appearance!! (sorta) I got like 5 of the birds so far, and the other two are deffo gonna have a major role, but probably next chapter. I have no idea where I'm going with this story, but I love it, so yeah, enjoy!!!!]

Kravitz slowly regained feeling. He wished he hadn't. He couldn't remember much of last night other than he met Lucas again, they discussed strategies, and then he took a sip— oh. So that's why he came back.

That was the only thought he could muster in his semi-unconscious mind before pain woke him up. The air stung against his wound. He didn't believe it until he reached back and felt the stumps of where his wings were. Thoughts flashed through his mind so quickly that he couldn't finish them.

They all revolved around Lucas.

After about an hour of trying to steady his mind to find a spell— any spell— he remembered the first one he ever cast. Grabbing a nearby twig, with pain searing at the stretched cuts, he made it grow into a staff.

Digging his new tool into the dirt, he pushed himself up. He stumbled a few steps forward before sliding onto a rock to rest. He knew he couldn't stay here. After a few quick breaths and determination, he stood up, leaning on the wood like it was his lifeline, and started to stagger into the woods.

He didn't know how long it took to get him to his nest, but he almost collapsed from exhaustion. Kravitz remembered why he came here and sloppily knocked over scrolls until he found a healing one. He unfurled it while black dots started to grow at the edges of his vision. With one look at the symbol, he traced it on his palm then reached towards his back.

Kravitz sharply sucked in his breath, then exhaled when the pain subdued. He decided now was the time to take that rest.

The last thought he had before falling into a day-long sleep was revenge.

———

Lucas had brought Kravitz’s wings to the king. He didn't know why he couldn't end everything there and then, but something at the back of his mind convinced him that doing that would end with a worse situation— for whose side, he didn't know.

He was, as promised, married into royalty, then became King when the previous passed away a few days later. Although Lucas had a wife, he pursued his studies rather than acquainted with her. He was more well-known for staying in his laboratory than running the kingdom. Most decisions were passed onto the Queen, so everything ran smoothly and without much change for the time being.

In the experimentation chambers during those years, no one checked on the King’s work, because the King had attained absolute authority.

That was their first mistake.

———

Kravitz grew stronger both physically and magically. He didn't need to lean on his staff anymore, even if he still kept it around, and found himself studying spells more often than not. He was searching for a spell that he forgot the name of, but knew it was the one thing he needed most.

He was talking his daily stroll to rest his mind and improve his stamina, all that good stuff, when he heard distressed calls. It came from two ravens, one under a net, and another trying to get the first free. Kravitz only took a second to spot the largest threat, a human with a spade. It seemed like he was trying to hit both of the birds, but kept on missing when the untangled one pulled the stuck one out of the way.

Kravitz found the spell.

He raised his staff and watched as black mist swirled around the two ravens. Their limbs grew in length and their feathers either shrunk into their skin or fused into clothes. He let them decide their own appearances, he wasn't that cruel, and was faced with an intimidatingly tall woman with a black feathered cloak tied to a regal dress, and a smaller than average man with a dark red suit and black shirt.

“Not what I expected,” Kravitz said looking at their chosen forms once the human ran away.

“Yeah, uh, what the fu—”

“We are grateful for your assistance— I might have not gotten him out in time.”

“Don't sweat it, but I do need a favor,” he skipped straight to the point.

“Of course.” The taller being wore a raven’s skull, but under that, Kravitz knew the all-business gaze she held, for he had the same one.

“Okay, so wait, are we just going to ignore—” The smaller one started.

“It's a spell and it's reversible, but, like I said, I need to ask something of you.”

He narrowed his eyes at Kravitz.

“Look, I’m sure you know of the neighboring kingdom. I need you two to be my eyes and my wings,” He held both of their gazes.

“I assume we're going to transform into birds again?” She asked.

“I wouldn't hold you in an uncomfortable form,” He tipped his head down and rested both of his hands on top of his staff.

“So we’re going to be spies?” The smaller one said dully.

“In a sense, yes. I know it's a little late now, but may I ask for your names?”

The two glanced at each other, somewhere between confused and thoughtful.

“You can make one if you need to,” He reassured.

“If that's so, I’ll be Queen,” She said with a hint of a smile.

“Darn, okay, uh. What do you think, Queen? I’m leaning towards something starting with a ‘D’,” He used exaggerated hand motions, getting a feel for his new form.

“Davenport?” Queen suggested.

His face lit up at the suggestion, “Perfect.”

“Will you take my offer?” Kravitz held out a hand.

They glanced at each other and each shook his hand.

“It’s good to get that out of the way. You can call me Kravitz.”

———

“Should we report this?” Davenport squawked to Queen when he met her on the castle’s wall.

She didn't look up from the throne room’s window. “It doesn't seem right.”

Davenport shrugged his wings, “I mean, we can always lie to him—”

Queen looked up, “No— what? No. I mean, the Queen hasn't changed any schedules or skipped any meetings, but then a child comes into the equation? It seems suspicious. I don't know though, maybe it's a human thing. They don't wait on their young to hatch— they just come into existence. Or maybe the King took care of them in her place? No, they would need to switch positions… right? Humans are weird.” Her gaze trailed back on the Queen.

“I’m pretty sure they're not birds, Queen.”

She looked back at him, “Yes, I know. They're humans.”

“No, I meant— okay, you know what. Sure,” Davenport spread his wings, “I’ll report this to Kravitz,” and lifted off.

———

So we were talking about Nightmare again and how they’re not as scary as Venom (who we designed them after) in all the sketches we’ve drawn. Mostly it’s because we don’t regularly draw scary/monster images, but we also noted that Marcy is still in partial control.

(She has The Night in a chokehold.)

(A hyperfixation rambling at 3am while getting chimken nuggies chokehold.)

So The Night gives Marcy some “costume” leeway, hence the spider themed pants, and therefore the usual appearance is more humanoid and friendly.

Now, we’ve been discussing the final battle with multiple symbiotes in one fusion and how they would completely take over Andrias. And then we thought of Marcy’s fusion. What if she went out of commission and The Night had to completely take over, mentally and physically, to fight off what she couldn’t.

This all boiled down to:

holy shit—

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