Krav and Barry do turn up, but they’re in the “employ” [read: blackmail] of a lichy/vampyric type who’s keeping them in heel with circumstances beyond their control
It’s nebulous at this point but Lord Buttmunch is allegedly protecting the both of them from the wrath of the Raven Queen ™. Both our boys are technically undead but not really? I’ll figure out that much horseshit when I get there and not a jot before.
Either way, whatever happened to them is (a) not their fault, (b) not easily reproduced, and © a constant threat hanging over their heads.
They’re pretty much foils/opponents to the Terrific Trio (plus Magnus) for about ten or so adventures until they figure out a way to get the good boyfriends out from under Lord Buttmunch’s thumb.
This can lead to such fun lines as, “I don’t want any trouble - it’s my day off.”
Of course Koko and Krav pretty much immediately start trading double entendres and dirty talk and may even date when they’re not on the clock. Lulu and Barry spend 90% of their time blushing and mumbling at their feet in a much shorter take on the in-cannon slow burn. This time only taking ten years instead of the cannon 47+.
[The bad news is: this is ten years after the birds more or less come of age. For the sake of expediency, I’m skipping the 100-years rule and going with the Elves-Decide rule for maturation for this AU. Just so there’s no hinky or sad parts]
I’m still thinking about how these two could possibly be committing Necro-crimes, and I lean towards something involving missing their fated death or some outside force messing with their fate. [I used to read Jack online and the idea of missing one’s chance to die holds some allure to me]
Barry’s probably going to be his own victim. He seems like the kind of nerd who’d delve into arcane knowledge way above his reading grade to resurrect a pet and accidentally end up nigh-immortal. Either way - accident, not design.
The simplest solution - care of genius bby boi Ango - is to confess all to the Raven Queen and offer to do her bidding. Which includes trouncing Lord Buttmunch. The boyfriends become reapers and life becomes both hunky and dory.
“Us” is my headcannon for what the twins call their private twin language. It’s appeared in several of my fics.
It’s not cannon at all, I just like that Taako and Lup have their own language.
Gotta be honest here, the whole private angle flipped a few little alarms with me. Maybe you’re shy or maybe you’re not confident about RP’ing where everyone can see you. I don’t know.
Since you want to play Ango, my first and foremost rule is set in stone:
NOTHING SKEEVY.
I’m insisting on PG-only stuff. End of. Plus I’m 46 and I have no idea how old you are and the parent/mentor-child dynamic is heavy in the air with this pairing [though Magnus & Angus give off stronger bullying-older-sibling/bullied-younger-sibling vibes]
All that said, Angus is my sweet little boi and I would much rather cherish him and let him have nice things no matter what the canonical shenanigans have to say. I could wax lyrical about how Taako talks a big game about not caring for Angus at all but secretly stanning the boy, but… let’s not go there and pretend I did.
Speaking of not going there: Kinning.
I understand that some folks have a really strong relationship with fictional characters and that’s their thing. As long as they’re not hurting anyone, that’s fine. Mildly annoying, but fine.
Myself - I have a deliberate disconnect between reality and fiction and I have strong concerns about people who don’t separate those two. As long as we’re playing and not being, I’m okay. The instant you start looking for -say- real world Caleb Cleveland novels, I shall be very worried about you.
[One of my Wordpress Wednesdays is going to be about Kinning and Kinners and why I’m worried about them so much. I am of the opinion that there should be a divide between reality and fiction and that’s all on me]
One of our discussions should definitely be about how canon-compliant we’re being and whether or not future live shows are going to be blended into the game. What headcanons are good, what ones we’d rather ignore. All of that.
I have a Discord, but I’d rather not make it public to Tumblr. If you’re cool with all of this, feel free to send me a DM and we can go deeper.
Apologies for sounding mean, but I promise a lot of this is to protect you as well as me. Comfort and safety are important.
Very tempting. I have an interestingly disorganised life, so the time schedules would depend entirely on whatever moments we share consciousness in.
Next week, for instance, I am off to visit a friend and may not have much time to scratch my arse or do my daily Instants in, let alone gather together the mental wherewithall for the TAZ ficlets.
The week after that might be fine. Might.
All that said… if you’re fine with my headcannons, I’m fine with playing with them with you. Who would you wish to play? More important - who would you like me to play?
Well if you don’t wanna plough through Unexpected Warmth over on AO3, I can give you the cliff notes of the generic version [each time I rewrite it, I add wrinkles or leave some yadda-yadda’d to maintain reader interest.
- Kravitz is, technically speaking 2000(+) years old
- When he was alive, it was a way more superstitious and ignorant world
- He grew up to be a bard and discovered he was gay as hell
- This was not viewed as a good thing by his fellow villagers and they blamed demons
- Would-be boyfriend, Byl, was the exact sort of shit to string Krav along whilst also dishing dirt to anyone who’d reward him for that shit. Krav is young and love-blind and kind’a stupid like that
- They had exactly one wonderful summer of sneaking off and holding hands together (aawww…)
- Enter a long-ass winter with a really poor spring and a nonexistent summer. Talk of curses abound because superstitious and ignorant.
- Finger of blame points at local demon-boy
- Byl betrays Kravitz by setting up a fairy tale near-wedding or wedding expy and Krav swallows it wholesale
- Byl literally sinks the knife in
- Enter Raven Queen, there to collect an unsworn soul
- Krav runs until spiritual exhaustion. Swaps eternal service for seeing one more summer
- Three lacks of summer pass, the village dies (Byl gets sacrificed first. Yay?) before summer finally comes.
- Krav only feels the cold of death, but he enters RQ’s service anyway and has been cold ever since until…
- Taako brings the warmth of love into his heart again (Huzzah!)
The explanation being that love for Taako is what warmed him from the heart outwards. Which is why his breath warms up his hands and face in some episodes.
This is going to take some unpacking for the initiates reading this. See, @dualityandsuch and I have been egging each other on via Discord for some time. They give me Plot Kittens, I give them Art Bunnies. And Plot Kittens.
Recently, we’ve come up with the Baby Birds AU, which includes a Modern High School variant but I’m sticking to Fantasy like a limpet.
The long and the short of it is that there is Horrible Fantasy Racism because of the Xenophobia Wars and people continuing to be dicks after it’s over. To add to this melting pot, because we both ADORE angstus, we’ve invented Fantasy PETA.
I give to you: the Vegan Organisation for Respectable Ethics.
Which is equal parts PETA, speciesist dickholery, and assorted less-than-ethical practices happening in the real world like… testing medicine on kids in foster homes and orphanages. [Disgusting News Here] Which sounds to me like EXACTLY something that PETA would do because unwanted humans are less important than bunnies or actual informed volunteers.
Needless to say, this is rapidly accelerating towards some doom point where I get another Plot Kitten to rehome into a brand new fanfic.
VORE is basically a melting pot of the following:
- Horrible things PETA has actually done
- Horrible things government agencies have done
- Horrible things people are STILL doing
- Horrible things racists have/are done/doing
- Horrible things anti-vaxxers say because why not
Chief amongst their crimes is testing alchemical medicines on Elves and half-Elves left in orphanages, and then covering up the horrifically bad reactions in Technicality Snow. Because angst is life.
Susan, of course, is the soccer/antivax/wine mom that everyone loves to hate, so of course she volunteers to be a tester for VORE and insists it’s good for everyone because it’s “more ethical.”
We’re still egging each other on as I write this. It’s gonna be fun when it turns into a story.
It took me a while to realise what the heck this ask was about. So brace yourselves it’s STORYTIME!
I have a hoarder’s head. I save little factoids in the back of my mind in case they come in handy. Alongside this is the knowledge that MeMum was alive for a lot of interesting bits of modern history.
Including the change to decimal currency.
There was a catchy tune brought out to get people used to the idea that this was happening. To the tune of ‘Click go the shears’, which MeMum passed on to me:
In come the dollars, in come the cents
To replace the pounds and the shillings and the pence
Be prepared folks when the coins begin to mix
On the fourteenth of February 1966
Nobody of my generation was supposed to know this. Flash forward to History Class when they’re covering the war and post-war era.
History Teacher: “Does anyone know when Australia switched to decimal currency?”
Me: (Raises hand so fast I nearly dislocate my shoulder)
HT: Anyone? Anyone…? …anyone else?
Rest of class: [Nope, don’t look at me]
HT: (Realising that this is a HUGE mistake) Okay, fine…
Me: (Sings) ON THE FOUR-OR-TEENTH OF FEBRUARY, NINETEEN SIXTY-SIX!
HT: (Sobbing) I only wanted to know the year…
And that, my dears, is how I managed to break my history teacher by being a good, good child.
Hello, new friendo! Thank you for all the love :D And thank you especially for all those reblogs. This comment of yours came to me at the end of a very long and exhausting day [huzzah sleep issues and being busy off my feet] so you made that more than a smidge better.
May you always have exact change.
[GIF describe: Card Captor Sakura’s titular character has hearts for eyes and a squee-in-delight attitude]
I think the word is ‘bingeing’. Welcome aboard. Tell your friends I exist :D
I’m working on a fresh one for y’all. Stay tuned.
If the whole family was there, they’d need a bigger cote. But… pretending that it was big enough for:
* Seven Birds
* 1 Sweet Boi
* 1 Nosy Grl
* 1 Bone Daddy
If Taako also ignores his animosity towards Luce… the arrangement would be:
Barry and Lup together doing what comes naturally (because the Twins enter luume in sync) possibly behind some crude privacy barrier.
Ango nurturing Agatha as was in the story.
Magnus, Krav, Luce, Merle, and Taako as reserve guards, stacked by the doorway according to heaviness of hitting. Krav would be kept near the kids because he has the power to effectively teleport them out of there.
Not that such an emergency measure would be needed though.