Enyo wandered the forest with a small smile on his face, since the storm he had erected a cottages which was small on the outside but big inside so that it didn’t damage the surroundings. It was made of magic technically so no humans would stumble upon his home. He still didn’t have a name nor face for the forest deity, he was just very thankful for permission to stay. @crushed-starrdust

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Elvin was very happy having Enyo here. It was just nice, and the animals of the forest were peaceful around him as well. They didn’t mind the little cottage, as well as visiting there. As long as Enyo was peaceful and kind, nothing and no one living in this forest would bother Enyo.

Elvin liked watching Enyo sometimes, rarely talking to him again -staying hidden most of the time, though not so that Enyo couldn’t see him if he would try.

The deity was currently on a small clearing, tending to some flowers. Humming some melodies he remembered as he helped them grow, and made sure no weeds would kill the little flowers.

“It’s okay.”, Elvin replied and smiled, carefully tending to the rest of the flowers. He knew not everyone thought like him, and that was okay. He knew not everyone was a pacifist, especially humans. But that didn’t mean he didn’t try to always do what he believed to be right.

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Neko Host AU ~ Open starter ~

Host was curled up in the corner of his kennel, as far away from the corridor as he could. He was a rescue from a very terrible owner, who had abused him badly. He was afraid of everyone, and blind on top of that.

So no one wanted him, of course. Most people wanted the cute nekos, the younger ones. The ones who loved to play and cuddle. But Host, he was afraid of being touched, he barely even spoke. He was so stuck in his habits from being abused, that living was so hard, that someone had to make sure he even ate. Because he was stuck on thinking he needed permission. And that was just one of the many things wrong with him.

Host flinched when the other raised his voice, even a little. Of course he could speak! He spoke earlier! He had answered him where he was! He confused him, a whole lot.

He whimpered when the other moved him, touch him, holding his hands close to himself. They bunched up in his shirt, not happy having his pants pulled down, getting touched. Just like before, his posture didn’t change. Ears flat against his head, and tail tightly wrapped around himself.

He finished applying the medicine, wiping off the excess and gently pulling the other’s pants up. “I won’t hurt you. I promise, Host.”

Host didn’t trust him. Of course he didn’t, why would he? He was glad to be clothed at the very least though, and that he didn’t touch him anymore. He didn’t move from where he was though.

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Neko Host AU ~ Open starter ~

Host was curled up in the corner of his kennel, as far away from the corridor as he could. He was a rescue from a very terrible owner, who had abused him badly. He was afraid of everyone, and blind on top of that.

So no one wanted him, of course. Most people wanted the cute nekos, the younger ones. The ones who loved to play and cuddle. But Host, he was afraid of being touched, he barely even spoke. He was so stuck in his habits from being abused, that living was so hard, that someone had to make sure he even ate. Because he was stuck on thinking he needed permission. And that was just one of the many things wrong with him.

“That one. In the corner. Is there something wrong with him?”, he asked one of the people that worked there. The girl nodded and quietly explained. It was likely that the neko had been returned, or was rescued. That was a shame. The creature could have made a good pet for someone.

Oliver cautiously approached the neko, although the kennel seperated them in case it lashed out. “Do you want to leave?”, he asked after crouching down to his level, “Do you speak?”

Host whimpered when he heard someone speak to him. He was obviously scared, and wasn’t going to reply. Ears flat on his head, tail wrapped around him.

The worker handling the paperwork and such knew most about Host. He had been a rescue, and they weren’t sure they would ever get him to be okay again.

Host shuffled through the halls, trying to hide himself more in his coat. His small frame was easily hidden in it, but he still tried to hide himself away. He just wanted to get to his room, or somewhere where he could be alone and hide. His natural sweet scent showed his bothered feelings, though it smelled somewhat weird, as if it were mixed with another one’s.

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Wilford had been cooped up in his office for most of the day already, hiding away in the paperwork he had been given by the Alphas who ran his business. As one of the only Omegas there, he felt somewhat overpowered and… alone. Working day to day without an Alpha, and without knowing any other Omegas other than Host, Wilford felt rather lonely, always looking forward to when his friend would visit him next.

“One more hour to go…” the pink-haired male mumbled, glancing at his clock and the laptop in front of him. Clad in a thick sweater (that had just been washed) to somewhat hide his scent, he continued to work, wondering if Host would drop by.

“I wouldn’t mind..”, Markus mumbled softly, fiddling with his sleeves, tugging on them. His nose was buried in his collar, making his voice just a little bit muffled.
“It’s up to you.. I’ll be there if you’d like some help.”, he murmured.

@bxbblegxm-blood sorry if im a bother

Wilford swallowed thickly, sighing once before nodding; “I-I, uhm… please…” He’d actually love the help from another person through his heat, but there was no way he’d want one of the Alphas to be that person.

“You’re my best friend. Of course I’d help you.”, Markus replied and smiled softly. It would help empty his head too, keep all his thoughts quiet. He’d have something to do, he’d do something good, and Wilford would be there.

“I’d rather not have you suffer through your heat alone, if I can help somehow.”, he said softly.

@bxbblegxm-blood

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Markus knew he had to move to eat the soup, though he really didn’t want to. He couldn’t eat when he was laying down though. So while June was away heating up the soup, he carefully sat up and bundled the blankets around him until he was comfortable, and still cuddled in warmly in the blankets.

He smiled softly when he was handed the bowl, thanking her softly.
“Markus.”, he replied softly. “Thank you for saving me.”. He was aware he had been passed out in the snow, but hadn’t been able to help himself at the time.

June smiled at him quietly. “Good to meet you, Markus. You’re welcome on that, by the way.” She settled into a chair near him, fishing out a ball of purple yarn. The woman seemed perfectly content to sit there quietly and crochet, frowning occasionally in concentration as she works on what looks like a pair of gloves.

Not long after, there is a groan from somewhere behind Markus, and June looks up. She smiles amusedly. “Hello, May.”

“Coffeeeeee,” was the hissed moan from behind Markus, from the person known as May.

Markus was silent as he ate the soup, appreciating how it warmed him up. He looked up hearing another person, but seeing how it was just someone June knew, he didn’t really mind.

He thought for a while as he ate, trying to think of the words he needed. “Do you have my cloth?”, he asked then. “From my eyes?”. He would feel better being able to hide them properly again, instead of this.

Host shuffled through the halls, trying to hide himself more in his coat. His small frame was easily hidden in it, but he still tried to hide himself away. He just wanted to get to his room, or somewhere where he could be alone and hide. His natural sweet scent showed his bothered feelings, though it smelled somewhat weird, as if it were mixed with another one’s.

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Wilford had been cooped up in his office for most of the day already, hiding away in the paperwork he had been given by the Alphas who ran his business. As one of the only Omegas there, he felt somewhat overpowered and… alone. Working day to day without an Alpha, and without knowing any other Omegas other than Host, Wilford felt rather lonely, always looking forward to when his friend would visit him next.

“One more hour to go…” the pink-haired male mumbled, glancing at his clock and the laptop in front of him. Clad in a thick sweater (that had just been washed) to somewhat hide his scent, he continued to work, wondering if Host would drop by.

Host hurried to follow Wilford, hesitating before reaching out to him, holding onto his sleeve. He could get around on his own, but his nerves were still a little frazzled. And he didn’t want to get separated from Wilford, if someone else did decide to show up.

@bxbblegxm-blood if u wanna continue, if not is ok 💗

Wilford jumped a little when his sleeve was grabbed, simply unlocking his passenger door for Host and waiting for him to get in before walking over to the driver’s side and getting in.

Host murmured a soft “sorry” as he felt Wilford jump, hesitantly letting go of him again. He carefully climbed into the car and strapped himself in, before burying himself in the collar of his sweater. He still debated telling Wilford what had happened to him, he didn’t want to burden Wilford. Especially when his heat was going to come soon.

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Open starter ~ Fae AU / Fairy Host

Markus found himself in a bad predicament. He was cursed. It wasn’t anything new, since a curse had taken his sight, but now there was a second curse. One he would rather live without.

He was stuck at three feet tall.

It didn’t sound too bad, at first. But like this, he couldn’t get the nectar from flowers, and he had no access to honey. So, surviving was really hard. Not to mention he looked like a young human child.

So he walked through this little town, using glamours to hide his wings and pointed ears. He didn’t know if a green coat would be suspicious or not, so he kept his clothes how they were. He just hoped he would find someone who would help him.

“Whoa that’s so cool!” Anti gasps, his eyes wide with surprise and excitement. “I’m just a neko. It’s not nearly as interesting, I know,” Anti mumbles, expecting Markus to suddenly find him disgusting, as most people did.

“Most people say I’m an abomination,” he blurts out awkwardly, feeling a bit inferior. Markus was so pretty and radiant, and Anti smelled like trash and hadn’t had a decent meal all week. He seemed to worry a lot despite trying to act carefree at all times, his anxieties making themselves known now.

Anti takes a small half-step away from Markus, doubting himself far too much, anxiety practically radiating off of him. He waits for Markus to say something mean to him with his ears pressed flat against hid head, convinced that he found himself superior.

“I never met a neko before!”, Markus said, surprised, but smiling. Something he didn’t know! He found Anti just all the more interesting, nothing else.

“You’re not an abomination. You’re really cool!”, he gently reached out to Anti, to hold onto his hand gently. “I don’t think you’re anything bad. Nothing is just bad! Only humans are bad, and cruel, and dangerous.”.

He wouldn’t trust a human with anything related to magic. He may need their help now, now that he was stuck in this form, but he wouldn’t ever tell a human he wasn’t what they thought he was. He knew humans killed fairies for their wings and magic, and he didn’t want to die.

⚓ my muse is a merperson, and yours is a pirate who captures them [Dark being the merperson and Host the pirate? :3]

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The Host was known as the blind pirate across the seas. Half blind due to an incident at sea, having almost been killed by sirens. It had made Host wish he had no desires, but sadly, he couldn’t change the fact that he had something he wished for.

They were on sea again, Host currently in his cabin as he looked over a map for the next treasure they wanted to dig up. And then suddenly, he could hear something happening on board, making him stand up. One eye closed, scars over it, and scars around his other eye as well. He couldn’t see very well anymore, but he would never stop sailing the sea even if he were blind.

Host opened the door right as another crewmember was about to knock.
“Capt’n, we caught a siren.”, the man said. Host didn’t reply and instead pushed past him, to go see for himself.

“You sure?” dark questioned and slightly tilted his head, taking the hand with the fish back a little. He really couldn’t tell if Markus wasn’t hungry or he really didn’t like fish. Maybe he will find out one day.

“I’m sure.”, Host replied and nodded. He was fine, he’d eat something later. It was a very kind gesture of the siren though, and one he hadn’t expected.

“Thank you, though. It is a very kind thought.”.