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Looking for people who wants to help with a TOH fanfic project

Aye! Thanks for stopping by this post! Not sure if you remember this blog (https://www.tumblr.com/kai525h/700824695994548224/the-owl-house-crack-au-new-life-old-scales?source=share), but I can safely say that it has evolved from a simple crackfic idea to a full blown AU!

I've been working the last couple of months to write down the universe and characters of the "New Life, Old Scales" fic, and I'm looking for anyone interested in putting their name on it. Anyone willing to beta read, throw in ideas and simply discuss is welcome, though considering that this is my first ever fic, experience is greatly appreciated.

Just hit me with a DM or a reblog this post with your desire to be a part of the project on it. Thanks for reading!

"A Mother's Grief."

the second ceroba gets out of sight from clover, she broke down and hugged the container cradling their soul just like she used to hug kanako.

in that moment, ceroba grieved.

in that moment, clover finally knew a mother's embrace.

:)

Hands you a million spectras

A Broken Promise

WitteDad Timepool AU

Chapter 1: Carving and Craving

With the steady grip of his knife, Caleb whittled away at one of his newest palisman creations. His muse? An earthly robin. Five years had passed since Caleb and Phillip traveled to the Boiling Isles in the demon world. Around that same time, he fell in love with a witch. 

His gaze softened when he heard his wife sigh contentedly after she sipped her tea. She was a creature of habit just as he was. Since he was young, he was early to rise, to work, and then settle into the day-to-day doings. She liked to sleep in, whining when he disturbed her, only for her to pull him back into bed with tempting kisses and soft touches. 

He had never met someone so kind and beautiful in his life. He was raised to hate witches and for what they represented. Witches were vile, horrifying creatures. They attacked human villages, ate their babies, and cursed the children they did not find nearly as scrumptious. She managed to change his beliefs. Perhaps the people back at home would cry foul of witchcraft. That somehow, Caleb was subjected to her evil sorcery. 

He knew better now. She made him a better person, a better witch, and allowed his heart to be full of love instead of malice. She set him free, and those same bubbling feelings had resulted in his palisman, Flapjack. The red cardinal was currently chasing his daily catch of rattleworms, but if Caleb stilled, he could hear his bird’s sweet trill in the forest.  

Caleb hoped to bring many birds to these woods. Birds from his old home to his new home. They were free to fly and find witches to bond with just as he and Flapjack bonded. That was his mission. With each bird, he breathed a new sense of purpose into them. To make friends, to be brave, to show tenderness. All of these birds shared a trait of his beloved. All of their feathers carved delicately were a testament to his love for her. 

Then, like clockwork, Caleb dropped everything he was working on the moment his wife tried to stand. He stood by her side, hand around the small of her back, the other instinctively over her rounding stomach. Their child—the soon-to-be bundle of joy of their love was a songbird's call for freedom and spirit. Being a father, a husband, a palisman carver—he did not realize these were dreams he could ever entertain with such mirth and warmth. The idea of duty had been so cold before. When he walked in tandem with Phillip's methodological approaches, his excitement at the future dimmed. 

With her, he could dream again. The sun felt warm on his skin. His heart was no longer heavy. 

"Dear… You can let go. I'm fine." His wife wore a bemused smirk. Caleb knew she was capable, far more than he was at matters most of the time, but it did not stop his apparent need to dote. 

"Sorry! Would you like anything? Do you want me to accompany you anywhere?" 

That smirk of hers melted away into a delighted smile. "Why, I think some apple blood would do well." 

Caleb shudders. "Apple blood?" 

She stretches and lets out a yawn. "Mmhmm. Do you think you could bring me some?" 

Caleb knew how tedious it was to produce freshly squeezed apple blood. That and how despite his fascination with the demon realm, he much preferred the earthly equivalent of apple juice. His wife said they were not the same. Truth be told, they tasted different, so she was right without even knowing how. 

The very idea of fruit bleeding always disturbed Caleb. The added spices to the concoction were also troublesome to create. 

"Of course. I'll get you anything you ask for." 

Her grin widened even further. "Even fire bee honey?" 

Caleb bit his lip. "D-Do you want fire bee honey?" 

"It is very nutritious. Good for a growing witchlet." 

He steeled himself, taking a deep breath. "Then I will go and bring—" 

"I’m kidding." She laughed so hard a small, adorable snort made its way to his ears. He blushed furiously. She had a way of being that made him fall in love with her in new ways. Others would say she was imperfect. She was loud, and noisy at times, rebellious to the bone and so bold. The people back home would see her as uncivilized if they could ever look past the pointedness of her ears. Caleb wanted to change that. She was gentle, caring, kind, protective, and thoughtful in ways no one back on Earth ever could imagine. 

"I know you are a human, and I'd much prefer my husband to be alive and a father to our baby. But if you could make some apple blood, that would be wonderful." 

He kissed the back of her hand. "You will have that apple blood." 

"Is that a promise?"

He offered a mischievous wink. "A promise indeed. Don't worry, sweet wife of mine. I’ll be back before nightfall.” 

She giggled. 

Caleb stole one more look at his wife before bringing his fingers in to whistle. “Flapjack, old pal, let's head out!" 

From the forest, Flapjack emerged, quickly swallowing his meal. Fluttering his wings over to Caleb, he transformed into a staff. From there, the duo soared high above, catching a glimpse of the titan’s skull, hazy in a golden purple mist from afar. 

For his wife, Caleb would give her everything. His soon-to-be child was no different. He had a family again, one where he felt he could be his truest self. One where he could love openly and unapologetically. 

He promised her that apple blood. If there was one thing truly important, it was that a promise must be kept.

I'm so glad to see that there are other people out there creating their own headcannon worldbuilding of Bakugan! I myself have my own entire re-make of the first three seasons called Bakugan: Equilibrium I really love your take on the Neathians and I can't wait to see what else you have in store. You have won another follower!

Headcanon: The Gundalian culture is based on individualism, the Neathian culture is based on collectivism

Race interpretation part one: Neathia

Summary: The Neathian culture is built on the core values of communities and collective thinking. While conformity within the society is of a high level, they pursue a ‘closed gate’ diplomacy towards other races - resulting in a 'bubble’ phenomenon and becoming vulnerable to losing their sense of belonging. Centralised urban system, with regional reciprocity and redistribution, whereby the Queen plays a coordinator role, and exists as a unifying symbol along with the military.

(Wall-of-text warning ; with block-breaker illustrations, but a huge amount of information ahead.)

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R.I.P. Dirtbag

Rest in peace you fat garbage child

Chara is really getting into the modern vibe

(and by modern I mean the 90′s XD)

going with my headcanon that Frisk sometimes likes to dress up Chara into a fresh hip youth   🌱🌸 🌟

Reference for my older Clover design! Mainly so I don't have to hand poor cropped screenshots of artwork when someone asks to see my AU design, LOL.

handing you this weird lil guy