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bellsofblueficlets · 2 months

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These Lines Blurring

"There is one core rule to this magic we practice, my little apprentice," the words played through his head, again, again, again. He doesn't try to push them away anymore, but refuses to let them distract him.

"...What is it?" Words, echoed by the memory of a voice he didn't even recognize as his own anymore.

Gyre's mouth tightens into a thin line. The conversation had been repeating in his memory more often lately. At least he hadn't been having more dreams of his lost friend. He couldn't bear losing him over and over again, night after night-

With the tips of his claws, he traces the broken lines of magic carefully across his dust's chest. Soot no longer even needed to remove his hoodie for this part, their frequent sparring matches having left the thing in such tatters that it was more like the suggestion of clothing at this point than actual clothes. Claws of impossible sharpness, left gently brushing fraying threads aside...

"A binding must never be done on a person, against the will of the one being bound." He remembered the gravity to the old mage's words, and even now, he felt the weight behind them. How long ago had it been? They felt so fresh, and an ageless lifetime behind, all in one. "To do so is an unforgivable act. And one of great evil."

He couldn't have known how first hand he'd learn the truth of those words. Couldn't have known the nightmares that would gradually become more frequent, reliving the demon's tortures as they began supplanting his own painful memories more and more often. He'd seen the faces of only a handful of 'masters' so far- None, so far, being Rantrum's. Thankfully.

"So, only evil mages do it." The words sounded so confident in his memory, still secure in the certainty that things could ever be that simple.

The pause that followed his question though, he remembers it well, along with the pained look that had crossed his mage's face. "...No."

For an instant, just an instant, suspicion had risen in the nightmare's chest... but no. Not him, he'd assured himself. Never his Rantrum. He wouldn't. He must just be misunderstanding. "But you said-?"

"I said that the act is evil," The mage had denied, interrupting his surprised apprentice firmly. "Not that only evil people do it."

"...There are many evil acts in life, my little apprentice," Rantrum had continued quietly, "And one thing that I fear is inevitable, is learning just how many are done by people who are themselves generally good."

"Then... why do evil things?"

Why. Why. The one question that haunted him still. Would he ever learn the answer? Did he even really want to? Wouldn't it be easier, holding onto the memory of the eccentric old mage he'd known, with warm smiles and gentle hands, and that air of absurdity- which, the more he learned, became less absurd with every day.

"Because life is complicated," Had been his only answer.

Gyre had been left squinting up at him dubiously, he remembered it still so well. "That just sounds like an excuse."

He fully expecting denial, or some snippet of supposed wisdom from the mage disguised in riddle upon riddle. He already suspected that half of said 'wisdom' was bullshit, and constantly prodded to find inconsistencies, to find holes- Rantrum encouraged it, even-

Which was why the simple, subdued, answer of, "It is," From the mage had caught him so off guard. And just maybe, why the words still echoed so deeply.

There. One more broken point that needed repair. He draws the bit of remaining hoodie that still covered the place aside, and using his own corruption, drew a simple sigil on the dust bitty's skin.

Soot shuddered softly, breath catching as Gyre's magic traced almost immediately behind his touch, most of the corruption burning away... But traces of something else was behind, deep and cold, that seemed to soak into his skin, before vanishing.

Gyre felt the waves of revulsion, wrongness, and fear, that accompanied the intrusion of mingled magics into his body. He felt the stubbornness of his dusty as well, as the other rode it through the unwelcome sensations without protest, dutifully letting his nightmare continue.

...He can't help but wonder in some distant part of his mind if this kind of loyalty and duty was something common to dust bitties, or if it's only his.

So far, mapping the breaks and weak points in Soot's magic was the extent of what he'd done, marking each as he found it, to make it easier to keep an eye on in the future. At first, finding them had only gotten easier with time, but the more time passed, the fewer new breaks he'd found. That was a good thing...

...Except it meant he wouldn't be able to stall much longer. Soon, he'd need to start taking steps to actively repair the problem-

{Now, in fact,} The demon chimes in helpfully, a low purr in it's- well, not throat, though Gyre's hand briefly goes to his own, certain for an instant that he felt the phantom rumble there. {Took you long enough, though. Still, all you need to do now is reach in, grab all those neatly marked frayed bits, and see what happens when you give it a good pull! I mean, probably nothing good the first few times, but-}

The demon stops here, realizing that Gyre is ignoring it, and there's a moment of blessed silence, while this sinks in, before it speaks again. It's words are offered softly, but laced with venom. {You've been doing this more often- Tell me, do you really think it's a good idea to ignore the demon coiled around your soul?}

{...Keep doing it little drip, and you're going to regret it.}

Gyre's jaw tightens, and he straightens, rocking back to rest on his haunches. "Say something worth my time, then." The words are flat, cold. They sound... almost wrong to him. Was that even him? How much of him was still even him?

And what did it mean, if all of it was?

"You know by now that I'm not going to turn around and start tearing him apart to see what makes him tick," A mutter, his gaze tracing the magic he'd mapped so far. "And I'm not interested in being baited for your amusement."

He had a feeling that the demon was right about having mapped the last weak point though, and soon finds himself distracted, examining the markers he'd set. If there were no more, then-

The silence should have warned him. Instead, what 'warned' him was a sudden panic surging through him, and a sudden awareness of the demon's magic just reaching out like it was nothing, grabbing every marked point on every frayed bit of magic he'd traced-

How didn't matter, and maybe, in the demon's own twisted logic, that was the point. Before it could pull, Gyre seized it, and there was a sensation, like claws curling within claws, and water as it flowed through water, and-

Like it was the most natural thing in the world, he reached out himself, through the demon's magic, and... stopped it. It's grasp fell short, and Gyre just sat there, his hands curled into tight fists, and dark laughter echoing inside him. {Is that what it takes? Pathetic! How weak, ridiculous-!}

Gyre's hand opens, and again, without thought, his claws curl in the smallest way- And the laughter stops. In his mind's eyes, threads of rich blood red are coiled around his claws, leading straight from him, to the demon, and in that instant, they both hold it's magic.

"Do that again," There is a merciless ice to the words that drifts silently through his mind like falling frost, but there is no question whether the other hears him, "And I tear both our souls apart." In that instant? He'd never meant anything more.

He knows the demon can feel it. And right now? It's gone silent.

"...Have you ever bound someone like that?" How long ago? How long ago, those words? At the time, he'd been certain of the answer. At least, he'd wanted to be.

In retrospect, the answer had been inevitable. But, maybe he'd already known, even back then. "I have."

He'd climbed up... something. He can't remember what. Rantrum's vest? A stack of books? Funny, how the smaller details fade away. In the end, just a nightmare bitty, looking up with earnest eyelights, certain that his mage was better than that. If Rantrum had done that, then- "You- you had to have good reason, right?!"

A slow, acknowledging nod, and a gaze that he misses still. "I did, yes."

Here and now, the silence stretches. He'd overridden the demon's attempt, just like that, and now it was silent. The nightmare bitty breathes out, and his socket opens. It seemed he had just as much access to the demon's magic these days as it did. He wasn't sure whether it had already known this, but he doubted it had meant Gyre to find out. For now, he files it away-

Soot hasn't moved, waiting. He had to know. Had to have felt it. But no attack. No, he's unmoved. Not so much as-

...Oh. Gyre had asked him to stay still, hadnt he? He watched though, and oh, his eyes were madness, fury, violence- And yes, yes, he definitely knew. But despite all that, he'd never budged.

Stars. He needed to be careful with that one. He was the sort to walk right through the gates of hell, if his nightmare asked him.

Once, he'd started to relax a little, hearing his mage's answer. Reassured. It was the one he'd needed, so maybe he should have left it there, but he'd still wanted to hear the words from Rantrum, himself. "So... that means it wasn't evil, right? If you did it for a good reason?"

There had been a sigh, and a running of his fingers through wiry beard bristles, bowing his head a little, as if in contemplation of the question. Or, maybe, to not have to meet his bitty's eyelights.

"...No," He'd denied at that, a weight to the words that said he'd borne the burden of this for far too long. "It was still evil. Some would call it a necessary evil, but an evil act for the sake of a good outcome doesn't cease being evil."

"But," Gyre's arguments had been running out at this point, but he'd pressed on, if with far less certainty than before, "You- you had to do it... right?"

To this? Rantrum had just shaken his head.

An evil act. Gyre's soul feels heavy as a sense of realization settles within him. When it had come down to it, was what he'd done any different than what Rantrum had warned against?

At the time, the nightmare bitty had felt... a little lost, at his mage's answer. He hadn't had to do it. He had done it though, just the same. "But... it's better, that you did it?"

A sigh, as Rantrum had leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. He'd rubbed his hands, thinking for a few seconds. "That depends on better for whom." He decides at last, "And it changes nothing. There are times when the ends can simply never justify the means."

"Using an evil to prevent an evil remains an evil," This, a quiet, simple truth, as if there simply was no escaping this, "It is not absolved, nor justified."

The nightmare bitty took his time, taking care to ensure that each and every last frayed trace was exactly where it needed to be, before one by one, imfusing them with healing magic. It offered a support to a weaking framework that he knew couldn't be more than temporary, but it gave him time to find something better.

...Something that didn't entail poking and shoving blindly at his dusty's magic until something broke.

He remembered how confused he'd sounded, asking at last, "Then, why did you do it?"

"Because," Had come the answer, "No one else should have to." As if that might actually be answer enough. He'd stood then, offering his hand to his bitty.

Gyre had climbed onto it, eyelights still fixed on his mage, brow creased in a troubled expression. "I- I don't understand."

"A thing can be evil," His mage had told him, solemnly, "But still need to be done. And another soul should not have to bear the weight of that burden in my place."

"That... doesn't make sense," But even then there'd been a hesitation in the nightmare's voice that wasn't before, no longer sure himself if this was true.

"Perhaps not," Rantrum had admitted. Gyre vaguely remembered the sound of his biggie's foosteps as the other had carried him, soft leather on ancient stone. He'd always had such a light step, the nightmare remembered, for one so big. "But sometimes it's the only way to prevent an even greater evil."

With a soft sound, Gyre finished his self imposed task, and sat back to admire it. There. Soot would be okay, at least for a while. It was enough. It gave him time.

"That's... That's wrong." His own words rose up to haunt him, the memory now a lifetime gone, regardless of how much actual time had passed. "That has to be wrong."

Rantrum had muttered, "Exactly," under his breath, nodding solemnly.

"N- No, I mean..." That sense of confusion still felt so fresh to the nightmare bitty, but at the same time, hearing those same words again, now? He didn't know he'd still feel it. Not anymore. "There has to be another way, right? It can't... it can't-"

"...Then," Softly, "Maybe you will be the one to find it."

Had his mage had really once believed that? Gyre wished he could ask the old man, about that, about all of this, about everything. Who he really was, what he'd done- What he knew? Maybe what he'd really intended for his apprentice?

Because in the end, if the demon was telling the truth, then Rantrum had always intended to offer his soul up as a sacrifice... Whereas if Rantrum had been telling the truth, and actually been able to read the lines of fate, as claimed...

Then, he'd known this would happen. All of it.

...And he'd done nothing to stop it.

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This was a new dream. Strange, for once, knowing it was a dream, even before it started. He was shapeless, confined, like before. The barrier hurt when he'd leaned against it, like before. But one, all important thing, was different.

He wasn't alone.

His 'guest' held up a book in front of him, pictures of vast oceans and wild creatures, painted in beautiful, horrible detail. Little could be seen of him beneath the hood that half obscured his face, but judging by that, and the hands all but lost in the sleeves covering him, patched and stitched a hundred times over, holding the book? Surely this was some nameless urchin who'd managed to sneak into the arch mage's fortress, and had the misfortune of wandering into the last place anyone should be.

Yet, the pull of his blood, that promise of binding, was unmistakable. This child was the same line that had enslaved it for more generations than it cared to remember. This specific child, in fact, grubby face, skinny frame, and hand me down clothes notwithstanding, was the arch mage's own son. Not the next in line to own him, no, it already knew that one, hateful bastard that he already was, but his son just the same.

"Is that one you?" Blue eyes, earnest and eager, peered over the book's frame as he jabbed at the picture of a kracken. "Bet that could be you! It's got a hundred arms, and a thousand teeth-!"

{It's not real,} The demon had muttered distastefully, though it's gaze devoured every line and detail just the same. {Just some idiot's drawing. Don't believe everything you read.}

"...Oh." The child had deflated, visibly, and turned the book to look at the picture again. "But, krackens are real, aren't they? Everybody says so..."

{Just because everybody says something doesn't make it true,} The demon muttered, poking at the barrier. It couldn't see the picture anymore... {But yes, kracken are real. They just don't look like that. Some idiot with a brush just decided to draw a picture, and say it was that.}

"Oh." Disappointment gone, curious child back. "Well, what do they look like, then?"

The demon had debated not answering, but for nearly two hundred years now it had sat in this spot, in this library, nothing to do but watch the motes of dust as they danced in those scant rays of light that managed to found their way through the heavy curtain- that, and prod at the painful barrier, reminding itself it could still feel something more than boredom, bitterness, and hate.

Archmage's son or not, it wanted the company, the questions. It wanted something, anything but the same, day after day after day...

{...They have arms, usually eight, all covering in tearing cups, with two long tentacles even longer than the rest. It's has a beak, right in the riddle of all of that, like-}

"Like an eagle?!" The child had leaned forward in his eagerness, his face now far too close to the painful wall.

{...Think more, snapping turtle.} It denied flatly, adding in a sharper tone, {And don't touch that!}

His eyes had widened big enough to promise that he'd at least seen a snapping turtle before, if not a kracken- But the demon's next words give him pause, and he looks confused. "How come?"

There was an innocence to the question, an earnest confusion, and for an instant, the demon felt something it hadn't in a long time- pity. This kid was in for some hard lessons, in this family. Though judging by the way he was dressed, despite his father's influence and power, there were at least a few that he was already learning.

{These walls are to keep me in,} The demon answered, not bothering to hide the bitterness in it's words, {And to make sure no one else tries to 'steal' me.}

Not that they could. It was bound to this family, this bloodline, and blood was one of the strongest bindings there was. For the demon to be bequeathed to someone else, it would need to be passed through a binding at least equally strong.

The boy hesitates, hearing this, and bites his lip, now watching the barrier uncertainly. "Does... It hurt you?"

{...Yes.}

This clearly wasn't the answer the archmage's son had wanted to hear, but he drew back just the same, now visibly unhappy.

{...What?} Finding itself annoyed at the child's shift in mood, it's voice grew gravelly, agitated. {Why are you acting like that?}

The child had shifted, Gyre remembers through the dream, and breathed out, hard, lifting his eyes back to the demon. He wasn't close to tears exactly, but he was very, very upset. "I don't like that it hurts you," He muttered, as if this was explanation enough. "It's not fair. You've barely got any room in there, and you're probably all squished up too, just so you don't touch it- and it hurts you."

The demon had stared at the child as though he'd started speaking in tongues. {So? Why do you care?}

At this, the child had full stopped, but didn't answer. He pulled the book of pictures close to his chest, and looked down at the table for several quiet seconds. "Because, it's mean." He whispers, a new tremble in his voice. "I don't like when people are mean. I don't like when they hurt each other. I don't like it when they hurt you."

"I like visiting you," The book thuds softly to the table as he lets it go, and those earnest blue eyes are watching it. Almost... Almost familar. Like something from another lifetime. "You listen to me, and you don't tell me to go away, and you're not all mean like... like..." He never actually says like who though, just sniffling, and wiping his nose on his sleeve. "I don't like... I don't like it hurting you."

To the demon's credit, it considered, briefly, not saying what he said next. Considered briefly the trouble this earnest eager child would get into if he did as the demon suggested. It considered not saying anything-

But it did. {You could do something about it, you know.} It's tone was... different now. Like despite what the child had claimed, it had barely been noticed him before, but now? Now the young mage to be had his full attention.

"I... can?" The child seemed unsure. "But, I don't think my dad will listen if I-"

{Of course he won't. But you could do it yourself.}

For an instant, it seemed like the boy may have stopped breathing, and he is definitely a few shades paler. But a moment later, he's leaning closer just the same, and whispers, "How do I make it stop?"

Something like a chill spread through the demon at the words, and it was rendered silent for several long seconds. He was listening. He even wanted to help. His father would be furious, if he found out...

So they'd just have to make sure he didn't. {I can teach you how,} It had promised, shifting closer to the glass. It tried to hide the eagerness in it's voice, but, it had been so, so long, since it had last tasted hope. {But first, we have to make a bargain. Just a little one. That's how it works.}

Technically it wasn't, but the archmage's son didn't know this, and mulled this over fir several seconds, even reaching out, just once, and almost touching the glass, before faltering, and withdrawing again. Finally, asking,"What... kind of deal?"

{The kind where we both get something we want,} It promised/lied, watching him intently, {But before we make a deal, there's something else we need to do.}

"...What's that?"

{Introduce ourselves, obviously!} It would be smiling if it could. A name, give it a name, and it would have a handhold, if only a little one. Seeing his doubt, it added helpfully, {I'll even go first, okay?} At the child's nod, it starts to offer something, anything...

But it falters, meeting the gaze of that earnest, hopeful child, and instead, after a moment, it only offers the truth. {Kháry.} The demon introduces itself, {My name is... was... Kháry.} Is, was. Was, is.

Either way, it didn't matter, it had offered the truth. Though when it looked at the archmage's son, it was suddenly strangely certain that the child had known all along.

{...Your turn, then,} Kháry had pressed, just the same, making sure the young mage hadn't forgotten his part of it.

The child looked around the room slowly, even the locked doorway, as if to make certain no one had snuck in when he wasn't watching, before leaning close to the demon again, and whispering, "I'd tell you my name," very familiar blue eyes meeting the demon's gaze...

Not. Not the demon's, no. His. Gyre was looking into the eyes of his mage once more, held gently in his hands as the once again old man watched him, with sadness, with trust.

"But you already know it," He finished softly, "Don't you?"

"I do," He assures the memory of his mage, quietly, "I know you, Rantrum." The worst cruelty of lucid dreams, he'd learned, was knowing they had to end.

"...I always will."

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shatteredminds · 2 years

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Gold scales and a starlit sky, eyes of diamond and gold. A fallen angel and a corrupted soul. A bond like those who shared a womb. Glimmering gold catches the light of a torch in a room that's otherwise pitch black. This is the bond of Demon and Night. - the bond of Mammon and Azura

Mammon is an absolute sweetheart of a big brother. He was always looking out for his baby siblings and never stopped loving them even when they degrade him and called him names.

He was the best uncle to his nieces and nephews, buying them things that they wanted with his money that he would save up so he could do so.

But due to him being the fallen angel of charity and becoming now the representative of greed in hell along with his half brothers who fell with him from the celestial plain of white feather and golden halos, becoming representatives of their own deadly sins. He had to adapt to the crushing need to make anything and everything worth value that he saw his.

Whether it be stealing it from his siblings young and old or his nieces and nephews. Even his own father. This made things very difficult and soured many of his once positive relationships with his sibling, both in the empire and in hell.

While Ragnar forgave Mammon for taking from him and gave him a weekly allowance so he wouldn't feel the urge to steal so often. A good lot of the other siblings never did.

When Azura and her littermates were born, Mammon heard mutters and whispers from some of the other representatives of the Night Kingdoms regions. Some siblings, nieces, and nephews wanted to kill the young Vampiric dragon since they wanted to remain unruled, unlike the empire's other kingdoms' regional representatives.

He was disgusted by those words coming from the mouths of his half-kin. Those who wanted to end the life of the newborn draconic vampire, not even letting it have a chance to see the world and all it had to offer despite it being born during the incredibly bloody war that had been raging on for the past nine centuries.

When the time came for the eldest male, female, and the Vampiric dragon from each Kingdom to come meet that newlings were now part of their kingdoms. He was ecstatic.

Being one of the oldest in the Night Kingdom besides Aina, Mammon was the first of the brothers to meet the baby Draconic vampire. He fell in love with her instantly. Those tiny little horns, the itty bitty wings that gave exited little flutters when she saw him, the tiny clawed hand, the little tail that tapped the soft blanket that lined her nest like a dog's tail thumping on a couch or floor when it's exited, and her mismatched eyes. The right being gold like their fathers and the left an icy electric blue orb in a vodial abyss of inky blackness like her mother.

Like with his other siblings, Mammon immediately felt the urge to protect this two-pound newling who could fit into one of his hands. But more so with this little one in front of him. It wasn't like he wanted to protect her and spoil her rotten, he needed to protect her and spoil her rotten.

This little newling became the center of his world. His light when he was down in the dirt from all the degrading. Her smile and laughter were worth more than all the gold in the world.

To say he spoiled her was an understatement. He would steal her away from the other sibling and her study so often just to play with her, teach her how to fly, and use her variation of his magic to its fullest extent. He was her main guardian after Ragnar and Elysia after all.

This went on for centuries. Mammon sneaks Azura away at the crack of dawn to take her to the market to buy her treats. Azura cuddled up to him in his bed when she had nightmares. These two didn't next to everything together.

Then the day of the empire's fall came. That day was a day meant to be one of celebration. A celebration for the founding of the empire that had now been around for hundreds of thousands of years.

Mammon had bought Azura a gift. One to make up for him missing her birthday that year and not having enough gold at the time to take her out for treats and whatnot. It was an amulet. An enchanted amulet embueued with memories of all the good times they had together over the centuries.

He was giving it to her as the enemy attacked. Without thinking he shoved the small box into her hands and flew off with her in his arms. The only thought in his head was to get her out of there. He couldn't lose another sibling. Not like in the past when he and his six half-brothers fall from heaven. He just wouldn't be able to live with himself.

Then there was a searing pain in one of the sensitive parts of his wing. Right in the middle of that one bone that connected the second one to his back. The scent of Azura's blood hit his nose just a second later. She was hit too.

Then they fell. Mammon clutched her tightly to his body while painful wrapping his wing around her. The impact of the demon hitting the ground left him stunned and Azura was flung from his arms. The gift box slid under a bush when she hit the ground.

Then the blades came. Azura summoned her sword and fended off attacks right left and center around her dazed older brother. Only when he was splattered with blood spray from slashes the enemies gave her did he lose it.

He sprung up to his feet and started tearing into enemy after enemy. Fangs and claws ripped into anyone they could catch on.

But it wasn't enough. There were too many enemies and Azura's attacks were starting to falter in strength due to blood loss, and so were Mammon's at this point too. So he gathered up the last of his magic and pushed Azura into magic made shadow portal which would take her into the underground spiderweb of tunnels and lock her down there as the enemy delivered the killing wounds to the fallen angel.

When the fighting stopped, the magic locks dissipated and Azura immediately went to the now smoldering ruins of the once-great empire. Only to be greeted by those who waited for her to return.

Attempt after attempt to dismember her was made. But all failed, so as she slowly bleed from the wounds they dragged her around. Mocking her for her failure to protect her family, her littermates, her siblings, and her territory. When the torment ended they were at Mammon's body. Cold and lifeless, diamond blue eyes now dull, covered in dried blood.

They dropped her there and left to celebrate their victory over the once undefeated Empire while Azura painful dragged herself over to her brother's body and snuggled into him one more time. Closing her eyes and hoped that it was just some horrible nightmare. That she would wake up to Mammon gently shaking her while doing one of his rounds in the hall.

But alas, that was not the case. When she was awoken it was from the violent and desperate shakes that her current mate and Cerberus, Restus, was giving her. Tears streamed down his face and he embarrassed her tightly upon seeing her eyes open. Restus himself had survived the fall as well, with a few nasty gashes and cuts of his own.

Crys of dispare from three others rang out in the distance. First Rosemarie and Reidar find their parent's bodies followed shortly by Jørgan's cries of finding his parent's and twin sisters body's, second was Reidar finding his mate's bodies, third and last was Rosemarie and Jørgan who found the body of their son Wolfe.

Five survivors of the empire. Working together to make the stone coffins that would reside in the crypt of the empire. Each is embellished with its occupant's respective runes and gemstone. Each body adorned the traditional burial clothing, embellished with gold and gems.

To this day Azura blames herself for Mammons death. To this day she hasn't opened the gift as she has deemed herself unworthy of knowing what's inside.

#mammon lokison // fallen virtue #azura lokison // mistress of the night #mammon and azura // two greeds in a pod #clearing the fog // lore of the vittagarðr

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rabdoidal · 4 years

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I’m quitting my job to go back to school and I’m gonna have a full week and a half of free time between them, which d20 campaign should I binge first?

I’ll answer this in two parts! Dimension 20 is largely behind a paywal, which I’m comfortable with paying because of the insane amount of work that goes into it. That being said, there are only 2 campaigns available in their entirety for free on YouTube. The first season of Fantasy High and all of Escape from the Bloodkeep are the ones available on YouTube - I recommend starting with those ones before committing to a free trial if you want to watch the other ones! All the episodes are available in full and uncensored at https://www.dropout.tv/.

I’m going to describe each season down bellow and you can decide if you’d rather watch just the free stuff or try the free trial!

Fantasy High: Freshman Year Genre: teen, drama, comedy, coming of age, adventure Availability: 17 episodes, All for free on YouTube! Intro: What if John Hughes ran a D&D game? Fantasy High follows the Bad Kids, a group of teen adventurers starting their heroic careers at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. The group combats personal drama as much as they battle foes, but is everything as it seems in Elmville? Cast: Emily Axford, Brian Murphy, Ally Beardsley, Lou Wilson, Siobhan Thompson, Zac Oyama

Fantasy High: Sophomore Year Genre: teen, drama, comedy, coming of age, adventure, horror Availability: 20 episodes, 3.5 episodes available on Youtube Intro: Following the Bad Kids as they go into their second year at Aguefort Adventuring Academy! Their spring break project is worth 60% of their grade, so if they want to get to Junior year, they need to find the lost crown of the Nightmare King. Romance, heartbreak, drugs, and identity crisis are abound, with a heavy dose of horror and a dash of high seas piracy. Cast: Emily Axford, Brian Murphy, Ally Beardsley, Lou Wilson, Siobhan Thompson, Zac Oyama

Escape from the Bloodkeep Genre: high fantasy, medieval, workplace comedy, found family Availability: 6 episodes, all for free on Youtube Intro: What were the forces of evil up to during the Lord of The Rings movies? Following the Vile Villains of the Bloodkeep, generals to the dark lord Zaul'Nazh, as they try to keep the forces of evil together as everything starts falling apart around them - in some cases, literally. Someone should really do something about those pesky persistent halflings. Cast: Erika Ishii, Michael Trapp, Rekha Shankar, Ify Nwadiwe, Matthew Mercer, Amy Vorpahl

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Wedding RP part 5

JusticeMom09/26/2020 Erebus lands with the two bitty gone way too big and drops them into his branches "Its okay Huitzi you should probably let him go before he detonates anyway" [11:56 PM] @Askbittyerror September 27, 2020

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Release me!” Flare snarls, kicking Huitzi in the chest and sizing up as the smaller is flung away, several of his ribs crumbling from the force. Huitzi wheezes and clutches his chest, struggling to heal himself, the positivity fueling his magic straining against the darkness of Erebus’ world. Flare’s wings have gone a deep, nearly black crimson, his eyelights gutted out and burning golden light blazing from his sockets. The bone around them flake dust, thick drops of melting bitty flow like lava from beneath his shirt, his spine reduced to nothing more than a river. He draws his spear, snarling heavily, the jagged points at the tip sharpening even further. He takes a step forward and Huitzi flinches back the best he is able, pressed against the tree, eyelights shrunken to terrified pinpricks.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus growls holding out his hand as Huitzi's soul goes blue and he is pulled quickly away from the furious guardian. At the same time negativity starts to snake its way up Flare's legs... but wait its more than that the cold seeping burning feeding on Flare like some sort of vampire... the roots of the tree start to tangle around his liquifying bones

"Calm down flare!" Erebus snaps as Huitzi is now safe in threw bows of his branches

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare flashes and liquidates away, bone chunks squishing and shifting into deathly-sharp spikes all up his arms and thick, bladed ridges running down his legs. His wings separate into heavy tentacles, flashes of red cloak him and he lets out a low, dangerous growl, his back hunched and his weapon readied. His movements look wobbly, disconnected, each bit jerking and shifting strangely, the connections between his bones scraping and squishing.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... okay yeah that is gross" he mumbles and holds out a hand the roots of the massive ancient tree start ripping from the ground pursing forth and tangle around Flare pulling him under. Not to death but to hold and drain his energy until his fury have burned out. While his body deals with the angry god bitty he moves back towards Huitzi "... its okay... he cant hurt you anymore" He mumbles meaning if Flare tries again he would drop huitzi back at the wedding and face the angry one alone

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare thrashes and bites and kicks and claws and, eventually, some part of him in the deep recesses of his soul reminding him that these are people he probably shouldn’t kill, attempts to vanish. “What… is this… place?” Huitzi wheezes, clutching his chest, golden marrow dripping down from the scratches and bites Flare left. “What is… happening?” His wings have darkened considerably. The light is dying from his eyes.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Flare is pulled into the storm allowed to rage away from the guardian and Huitzi. he is now free of the root system allowing him to do as he pleased. just because the darkness around the tree was void like did not mean it was truly empty if you went far enough.

"You are in my multiverse... hold still you are draining too fast" He said and pulls off a leaf using it and pulling it in two different directions suddenly becoming like a bubble and he shoves it around Huitzi and now he is in an emotionally neutral space! tada! "... I am not exactly gentle in my universe and I cannot stop it now take deep breaths I am going to help heal you" He offers before holding his hands out and pushing healing magic towards the giant bitty(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare screams in rage and reality ripples, the Paladin tearing himself from this multiverse and tossing himself back into his adopted one to rampage in peace. Huitzi whimpers, curling in on himself, the pain, no longer buried under the freezing negativity, hitting him in the chest right where his broken ribs are. “Please.” His breath hitches sharply. His soul absorbs the magic hungrily, wounds slowly sealing shut, though the places that Flare sunk his teeth into seem to be resisting.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus watches scowling at the magic and slams his fist into the bark of the tree drawing magic from the source as he continues to heal Huitzi. He has enough magic to make those missing bits come back and more. It would not be the first time he reconstructed a skeleton monster from scratch "Hold on... just keep breathing for me"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The bitemarks put up a good show, but since Flare hadn't actually put any magic into them, they seal easily enough, leaving only a circle of off-white behind. "Th-thank you." Huitzi exhales, staying curled up, trying to come down from staring death in the face.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus crouches there and hums "We will have to address Flare's anger sooner rather than later. We need to make sure to disengage him before he goes needing to kill things" The goop is rubbing Huitzi's back now trying to help him calm down even as he watches the spot where Flare had been and the sparkling positivity he left behind

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi leans into the touch, whimpering. "I- I don't even know who you are." He laughs weakly.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He snorts "Eh I know Dragon and you are a date mate of theirs yes?" he asked amusement dancing in his good eye light(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am indeed." He grunts, pushing himself up, giving Erebus a small smile. "May I have the name of my savior?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Erebus. Technically its Nightmare but" he shrugs "I have come to understand there are too many of us around to use our actual names"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I know two guardians and and a great many bitties." Huitzi chuckles. "...thank you for saving me."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "No problem I did want to see Bells have a good day today and with Greylu even unwilling to let me be useful this was the best thing I could do" he said amused "when you feel strong enough we can go back or hang out here. I do enjoy coming home" he said amused as he looked out into the darkness. he could see what was out there

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "This is your home?" Huitzi frowns, looking around. "It is, uh, lovely."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He snorts at that "... Lovely not exactly what I would call it" he said and stood offering Hutzi a hand "but it is what it is and thanks to Bells reckless bravery I have my brother again too"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Congratulations." Huitzi takes his hand with a smile, allowing himself to be pulled up.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "I suppose it works" he said pulling him to stand "... why is it every consecutive person I meet has to be so much taller?" He askes amused.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can always make myself smaller if that makes you more comfortable." Huitzi offers, giving Erebus' hand an unintentional squeeze. "I can go down to two feet."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed shaking his head "kid I am taller than everyone" he said amused and pulled him further away from the trunk of the tree "... well okay Flare may have me beat but I am not tonally sure how tall my branches reach now" he looks up at the black not black leaves of the tree they stood in

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks up. "...you are a tree?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He grunted letting him stand on his own now making sure he did not fall "um. I did not start out that way if it helps" he chuckles a bit

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am fine with it." Huitzi shrugs, a bit shaky but not about to fall. "I was just curious. You are the first I have met who is an actual stationary tree and not some kind of tree monster."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "oh I started out as a monster" he chuckled folding his arms behind his head "A guardian like my brother and I followed the same story most Dreams and Nightmares follow."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I... am sorry to say I do not know that story." Huitzi rubs the back of his neck. "All I know is it somehow involves apples and I am not even sure of that."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "how about a quick story then?" he offers before looking around and closing his eyes basking in his world for a moment "we are guardians... not skeletons not monsters but spirits given these forms. we guardians are the children of the original who died protecting THE tree. The tree of emotion which actually is the source of all positive and negative emotions for all the multiverse. the apples being the fruit that grows in this tree. half black and full of negative emotions and half gold holding positive "

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods, just letting him talk.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "the mortals who lived nearby tend to hate the Nightmare guardian and as such abuse him while his brother is not around. Eventually the pain becomes too much and in a fight between them and himself we... well we eat the apples and by them all the golden apples corrupt at our touch and we eat those too... until the brother Dream consumes the last golden apple holding all the positive emotions that beings can feel..."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi frowns, thinking of the little guardians hiding in their room, how quiet and afraid they were, and the older pair, long since corrupted by more than just the apples.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "well I am what happens to the Nightmare after he eats the apple. the goop is negativity given form" he sighs "after the apple incident the nightmares and dreams tend to fight each other until one dies" he looks at Huitzi "and in this universe I won and consumed my brother's soul... or what I thought at the time was his soul... and since I no longer needed to be a skeleton and the power of negativity reaching power I could no longer hold in a mortal body I took a form akin to the one the power originated from"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I see." Huitzi nods, eyes distant. "...I suppose that would be why Dreams and Nightmares are so often at odds." He comes back to himself and sighs, giving Erebus a look of concern. "Are you alright?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He pauses "in what context?" he offers back. he was not expecting this question

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Any." Huitzi asks softly. "You have been through quite a lot."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "I am a very old Nightmare" He says honestly "and it has been a long long time since I was as angry as I had been... being alone to calm my soul has helped. For now I think I am but then again I do not know what being alright would entail"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am aware I have nowhere near the same experiences as you," Huitzi bows his head. "But if you want to talk, or anything else, I am here."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He smiles "I see why Dragon likes you" he said and held out his hand "why dont we get back to the party I know everyone was a bit stirred up when we left"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I would love too." Huitzi takes his hand with a smile, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I just hope I haven't upset anyone too horribly."(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "I think the only one who can really stay upset is Erebus" he snorts "still too young to realize he can actually relax and enjoy more than what is in his immediate purview"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Then I will make a point to avoid him." Huitzi nods.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "you should at least say hello at least once I rather enjoyed his reaction to seeing you and Flare" he smirked and with that pulled Huitzi back through the timelines to the tower

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi mutters something about preferring to remain unstabbed, letting himself be taken away. When they arrive, reality buzzes, and Flare, at seven feet, head bowed, fully cleaned and recovered from his tantrum, steps through a portal, just behind his human Nightmare, wearing a deep blue tunic with dark feathers on the shoulders, sleeves tied at the wrists, a pair of thin black belts crossed over his hips just above the start of his goopy lamia-tail. On his back, one tied to each of his four tentacles, are hummingbird moth wings in dark blue and black, accented with the occasional tinge of gold. Umbra glances over to Huitzi and Erebus and scoffs, looking around with a deep scowl as the portal closes behind them.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... your tiny me seems irate Flare" Erebus mumbles watching the young guardian scowl at everything "How are you feeling better?" he asked clearly unfazed by the murder happy that had just happened not but minutes before

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "He is fine." Umbra says sharply. "My servant has regained control of his... urges, and will cause no further issue."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... " Erebus narrows his eyes at this "Dare I ask why you are acting this way?" he looks between them. he got the feeling he was not exactly "recovered" as much as they were pretending?(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "No, you may not." Umbra glares.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He throws his hands in the air "I am going to go try to talk to people who are not going to snap at me" he said and headed back into the party

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra sighs and looks at the ground. "Too many people, sorry." He says quickly, through gritted teeth, like it pains him. "Are you alright?" Huitzi asks, approaching him and immediately stopping when Flare growls. "Hold." Umbra slaps an arm over Flare's chest, the Paladin going silent. He looks to Huitzi, his smile large, confident, and only a mite shaky. "I will be fine."(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus stops at that and sighs looking back at him "... numbers" he mumbles before walking back and crossing his arms "so this is what you have been trained to be?" he asked raising a brow at this. suddenly he is VERY interested in Umbra's reaction

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "No, of course not!" Umbra scoffs, arms crossed over his chest, nodding very emphatically.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Seems the kid has learned double speak "now is Flare actually okay?" they ask looking up at the big guy with a frown

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Of course, what a stupid question." Another scoff, a shrug, a slight shake of the head. "He simply insisted on returning, so I had to come along to make sure he behaved himself this time."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nodded "why dont we go sit down?" he offered "there are a few places where we can have a bit of... quiet " he offers

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Sure, whatever." Umbra shrugs and nods. "These plebeians are... undeserving of my presence."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... " he sighs "whoever this ass was that made you like this clearly knew nothing about us nightmares" he said and waved them over before grabbing Huitzi to join them as they headed to a corner that was nearly a room into itself? at least that was the way it "looked"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 They follow, Umbra keeping his scowl and Flare making sure to keep in between him and everyone else at all times, only stopped from growling at them all by Umbra's tight grip on his arm.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 there is a table in the little nook! tada and when Erebus pulls the leaf curtain shut they are now only a group of 4 "... there" he slumps moving to sit at the table "sit " an order made to sound like a suggestion you feel compelled to follow

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra slides into his seat and the moment the curtain closes he slumps, head in his hands, whispering frantic apologies under his breath. Flare sits between him and the world, absently patting his back, figurative ears peaked for any disturbances. Huitzi sits across, trying not to flinch when Flare casts his eyes over him before returning to watching the curtain.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus sighs "calm down you didnt do anything wrong" he said watching the kid "and you were already forgiven when you made it clear why you were acting like some haughty teen novel vampire"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Sorry." Umbra mutters again, eyes down, hands in his lap.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "kid its cool really. You need to start forgiving yourself" he points out "now... How is flare really? the mun is dense tonight and is not getting subtlety well so make it concise please"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Not good.” Umbra says, tapping his feet, pulling his wings up over his shoulders like a fuzzy blanket. “He hasn’t had an episode that bad in a long time.” Umbra looks at his father, still staring out, fists clenched under the table that the bone can be heard creaking. “He has trouble with his LV sometimes.” Umbra looks away. “He has… a lot of it, and sometimes it takes over.” “I can keep him stable, though!” He quickly assures, leaning forward, wings blanketing him tighter, voice quivering just the slightest bit. “He won’t- won’t do anything while I’m here, promise! I’m too likely to be caught in the collateral damage.”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nods "you know Flare does not have to stay if he needs to rest. Everyone here will understand." he points out "and you do not have to force yourself to paly that role and dance that dance" he said watching him "it really is okay"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Can't stop." Umbra's breath quickens, scratching at his hands beneath the table, Flare just grunting. "That is fine." Huitzi gently says, fighting the urge to lean forward and comfort. "One step at a time. Just- please try to avoid antagonizing anyone? We don't want someone to get upset and Flare to react." "Yeah, yeah sure, I can do that." Umbra nods, shaking a little.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He sighs rubbing his head "yeah. just take care of yourself and mostly I meant not try to stop here I meant you dont have to force yourself in being here at all and forcing yourself to live in that role for what is only going to be a couple more hours"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I gotta be here for Dad." Umbra looks at the table. "Until he decides to leave, I'm gonna be here too."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nods "okay Thank you Umbra for being here" Erebus seems to have learned how to be supportive dad at some point... Umbra might get adopted by the older goop at this rate

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 At this rate, he probably needs it. "I'm happy to well, uh I'm, I'm uh..." Umbra smiles nervously. "I'm... here?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 the goop chuckles "you are honestly a good kid I am glad they were not able to take that from you"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra smiles, his tentacles wagging, the attached wings fluttering. “Thank you!”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "why don't I go get us some of the food I suspect everyone is eating by now" He said sliding from the table "Huitzi do you want to go too?

JusticeMom09/27/2020 @Askbittyerror

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Um…” Huitzi glances up. Flare looks over him and Umbra for a moment, reality ripples, and then he vanishes. “Uh???” Umbra frantically squeaks. A moment more passes and Flare returns, a very confused human Dream clasped tightly by the arm. Flare practically tosses him into his seat, standing with his back to the table, between them and the rest of the room, arms crossed over his chest and back ramrod straight. Mo looks like he just rolled out of bed, hair mussed, a soft plush weedle clutched to his chest, his heavy gold-and-rainbow circlet tilted haphazardly on his head. He’s wearing a loose white tunic and soft trousers, both edged with gold and coming to his elbows and knees respectively. He’s barefoot, and on every bit of exposed skin from his chin down are deep-set intricately carved scars in geometric shapes and delicate swirls, some inked in black and gold, others in rainbow, and a few simply left as gnarled scar tissue. Mo blinks, looks around, unwinds the midnight blue sash from his waist, wraps it around his neck, grabs one of Umbra’s wings and hides himself in it, the Nightmare tugged into him with a startled mweh.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... um what just happened?" guess Flare was on full fight mode. He asked looking between them and shaking his head. he is now one confused goop. my goodness. He says nothing about the scars but takes note. unlike his markings he can tell that they are not self inflicted "... you okay there kid?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo makes a shaky noise. “Um,” Umbra looks to Huitzi, gently hugging his Dream. “Uh, Huitzi, can we borrow your jacket, please.” “Of course.” The Paladin quickly strips off his jacket, offering it and flinching as Mo quickly yanks it out of his hands, throwing it on and rolling the sleeves up significantly until they’re bunched at his wrists, the jacket practically at trench coat length. “Please tell me you have a weapon.” He whispers, Umbra nodding and undoing one of his belts, a hunting knife sheathed at the back. Mo loosens it and wraps it around his waist, hand resting on the hilt of the knife. He breathes in and out, in and out, tightly squeezing his Weedle until his shoulders lose their tension and he looks up, smiling shakily. “I’m- I’m fine.” He says, Umbra gently rubbing slow circles into his back, a tentacle coiling around him. “…sorry about that.”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Its not your fault Flare was triggered by many tiny angry auras and a Dragon who feels rather causal about attempts on their life" he sighed "you are at the wedding and probably should not leave our little cubby. there are a lot of people about many with hair triggers of their own"(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be fine!” Mo shoots straight up, a wide smile on his face. He hugs his surprised Nightmare, merrily nuzzling the top of his head. “It’s my sweet little brother you got to worry about, but it’s okay, I’ll keep him from being, well,” He giggles. “Himself!”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 ... "you know you are within your limits in this room right?" He asks making sure that No didn't just hear "lots of people nearby" and tripped his conditioning regardless

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “This isn’t a room!” Mo giggles. “That’s just a curtain!” Umbra tenses and Mo gently shushes him, patting his face. "Be nice, little brother."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "its a small private space for us to sit and talk. the whole emphasis on us being alone" he points out with a groan

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "If you say so!" Mo laughs.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 The lich approaches the cordoned off area, stopping just a but beyond it. "Flare?" Quietly, "can we go somewhere more private and talk, maybe?" You and me, I mean. Um, Umbra and Mo can come too, if they need a little... less." @Candy

Candy09/27/2020 quietly follows Bells

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare opens the curtain and just silently stares at them. Umbra stands, pulling up Mo, still happily smiling away. "Lets go with them, Dad." The Nightmare tugs at his arm. Flare nods.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "Candy? This is where I'm afraid I leave you with Huitzi and Erebus, and head elsewhere with these guys." They look at the nearest wall, scanning it, then gesture the three to follow. "Just how much 'less' is needed? I've a water garden, and a... well, bubble, with a floor, and otherwise basically just broken void as a view."

Candy09/27/2020 O-oki. they nod and look at Erebus and Huitzi Hello, i'm Candy

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Any room with an actual door, please.” Umbra says, dragging his father by the arm and an increasingly ecstatic Mo by the hand.

“Hello to you too.” Huitzi smiles softly, offering them his hand. “I am Huitzi.”

Candy09/27/2020 they accept the hand and shake it nice to meet you

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Nice to meet you too." He shakes back, the movement gentle.

Candy09/27/2020 they smile how do you like the wedfing so far?

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It has been quite lovely." Huitzi smiles. "Barring the incident earlier, I have enjoyed myself."

Candy09/27/2020 Good to hear, about the same for me.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods, humming.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "uh what the hell just happened?" [8:23 PM] Erebus blinks shaking out of his mild shock and frowned

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I have no idea." Huitzi shrugs.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "yeah I get the feeling this is going to continue to be a wild night... want to go back to JR and let this chaos run its course?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I do not know what that is... But sure." Huitzi shrugs.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "my home... Juice's home and where Bells lives half the time when they are not with their now husband" He grabbed Huitzi "a whole new multiverse" he smirked and then pulled Huitzi through the Vale

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi absolutely totally doesn't squeak in surprise.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He lands in the biggest castle he will ever see in his whole life. It ad a grandness to it that only more modern royalty have but the stone that made up the castle was much much older "Come on Huitzi lets go find something to drink"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks up, wide eyed, mouth hanging open. He feels... so small...

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus chuckles "come on kid lets get going it can take hours to get from one place to the next if the castle is feeling frisky" he grinned wickedly. not a total exaggeration but it can take longer than normal if the castle insists you going through certain halls

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It's sentient?!" Huitzi half shrieks.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "not like you or I but it has enough magic in it to make it have some sort of cognizance" he said and reached back grabbing him and dragging him towards the kitchens ... one of them anyway

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi just kind of lets him, looking around, slightly paranoid and significantly freaked out.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "calm down its not a person" he said smacking him with a tendril "come on you are no young skeleton anymore. its just a castle "old buildings all have personalities you know now ... um... scratch that I got to do something come with me or shall I dump you in a sitting room until I am done?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Please don't leave me." Huitzi hugs the tendril.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He sighs grabbing Huitzi again and they shortcut into a room where someone is singing and a small sad baby is crying "... "

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks around. He is very much clinging to Erebus.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Nearby a very... worn looking older Dream without wings is bouncing the tiniest baby biggie Huitzi has ever seen trying to sooth its cries. the aura in the room is pleasant but not too strong. Erebus moves before the giant paladin can ground himself before the two are swapping the baby between them "how long?" "maybe ten minutes or so. nothing major his soul is strong" they are whispering

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi stands back, completely silent.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 The smaller Dream pauses now seeing the giant Huitzi. "brother why is there a giant version of Juice here with us?" his eye lights have shrank into pinpricks while Erebus is now bouncing the baby in his arms soothing him before offering him the bottle "This is one of Dragon's datemates. Everyone calls him Huitzi" "oh... okay you are very tall" [10:40 PM] foot meet mouth

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can get small?" Huitzi whisper-offers.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He shook his head "no no your fine...we are just working to help sooth baby Altan" he said offering his hand "I am Al Im Erebus's brother"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It is nice to meet you." Huitzi gently shakes it. "Your brother has been very kind to me. I like him."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Kind huh?" he asks looking back at Erebus who looked tense "no fighting the baby just took the bottle" he said his tendrils twitching in annoyance

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "...did I say something wrong?" Huitzi looks worried. "I, uh, apologize?"(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Al snorted "I have not been back for very long so our relationship is.. rocky to say the least" he huffed "anyway go coo over my nephew he has my name"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods hesitantly and walks over to Erebus. “I still like you.” He softly assures, kneeling down and smiling gently at the bab.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 he was tiny! most babies could at least wrap their little hands around the adult's fingers but not this bab who flailed his tiny hands towards the giant Paladin "... he was born before he even had a form" he said looking at Huitzi "we almost lost him"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am glad he survived." Huitzi says softly, offering the little one his hand, giant though it may be.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 The baby grabbed it. it was like having a mouse touch as he continued to nurse his bottle beautiful eye lights watching him such a strange hue of purple

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi keeps his hand very still, stars absolutely in his eyes.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 when the bab was done with his bottle Erebus pulled it away and the baby giggled starting to babble as he wiggled. He clearly liked this person

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "This is an adorable, precious child." Huitzi purrs, gently twitching his fingers.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 the baby giggled again and babbled a bit more. Erebus waved him back "let me burp him and you can hold him after" he said moving the smol to his shoulder and started patting the bab's back

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks a bit uncertain. "I am... not sure if I'm comfortable with holding him at this size. I believe bitties are a good deal less fragile than babies."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "hush sit down cross your legs" the goop said pointing a tendril at him "your not going to move a bunch with him but he likes you and he needs things that help his soul grow stronger"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can shrink!" Huitzi protests, still doing as he's told. September 28, 2020

JusticeMom09/28/2020 he makes a scolding sound "dont panic he is just a bad. A preme to be sure but you will do fine. now hold your hands like this" he said showing his goop in a cradling pose. the baby makes a cute little burp sound before wiggling and making sleepy sounds

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi cups his hands together.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Erebus walks over using his tendrils to correct Huitzi's hands a little until he had them right where they needed to be. Draped a blanket over him and gently laid the baby into his arms "being around things that make him smile helps strengthen his soul. He likes you so that means you are good for him" he chuckled using only one corner of the blanket to cover the small as the baby stars up at Huitzi confused. hew as in new hands?

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Hello, little one." Huitzi coos, his attention completely devoted to the child, hands held steady with aid from a few tendrils.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 the baby blinks tilting his little head as he makes a happy noise kicking his legs and reaching for the skeleton's face giggling. Yep he likes the big man

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi smiles softly and leans his head down into the child's reach.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 the baby grabs at his cheekbones before papping them with a happy squeal. much cute baby

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 The stars are back in his eyes. "Oh my goodness." He whispers.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "wow" Al mumbled feeling all the happy off him. he had just gotten back with a tray of drinks. one of them a large stein for Huitzi

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 At the moment, Huitzi's attention is entirely on the bab. He doesn't even notice Al's return, he didn't even realize he left in the first place.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 There is whispered conversation and several chuckles of amusement as Huitzi just stares at the baby in his hand. after ages of Huitzi mumbling and playing with the small Altan starts to drift to sleep in his arms

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi sings to the baby softly, a lullaby old and foreign. He's smiling, more relaxed than he's been in a very long time.(edited)

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Eventually Altan curled up against his chest holding his shirt with that tiny hands as he drifted off listening to song and soulbeat

JusticeMom09/28/2020 @Askbittyerror

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi may be holding back tears.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 The Dream is the one that puts a hand on his shoulder "you okay there big guy? You got a lot of emotions boiling around in there"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “I- I apologize.” Huitzi sniffles, a tendril wiping his eyes. “I just… I had a daughter, once.”

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Dream watched him closing his eyes before he nodded "I... know how that feels Huitzi. I had a family once" he gives Erebus a look. the goop looks sheepish but the golden guardian continues "do you want to talk about her?" he offered now crouching arms resting on his legs

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Her name was Tepin.” He smiles faintly. “She was just… abandoned, on my doorstep. Somehow. Inside a rescue center. She was sweet and brave and-” His smile falls. “She grew fast, then never stopped.”

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He wined and put a hand on his harm "I'm sorry. it can be really unfair when our children age so much faster than us.... natural or not"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi nods, giving him a weak smile. "I am sorry for bringing the mood down, it wasn't my intention."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He shook his head "its okay sometimes healing comes in the smallest of places" He said looking down at his tiny namesake

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Your child is precious.” Huitzi smiles.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "My nephew" he said offering to take the child "Erebus and Bells's or correction Morpheus and Bells's little one"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi hands Altan over, very carefully and with some aid from his tendrils. "I dont believe I have met any Morpheus yet."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "probably not. there was an m!a I think they call it. It fused Erebus and Dream into one person" he says walking to the crib and gently laying Altan in it "Erebus does not want to do it again because he has become corrupted once more. He doesn't want to stain Dream with that part of him"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Oh." Huitzi says, looking around for Erebus. "...I do not believe I have met this Dream either."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "Juice? maybe not? He was back at the party" he said as Erebus walked back in with a non corrupted Nightmare in toe "hey what are you doing? Erebus!?" he was stumbling to keep at the goop's pace

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "...hello?" Huitzi looks over.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He stumbles forward and dusts himself off "oh... you are a very big version of my brother" he said sockets round now

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "I assume your brother is a Paladin then." Huitzi smiles, offering him his hand. "I am Huitzi. May I have your name?"

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He takes the hand shaking it "Nightmare... I do not have any nicknames like everyone else" he said before leaning in to Al ad whispering "what's a Paladin?"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "A bitty, looks like me but, well, bitty sized!" Huitzi smiles. "I was one, once."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He nods slowly "uhhuh Erebus why are you bringing crazy monsters to the house?" he askes before Erebus laughed "more like I am taking you back to the party" he said "you good to travel big guy? they are having all the fun without us"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi nods, smiling brightly. "Yes. Thank you for allowing me to hold your child."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He waved a hand "you did as much for us as he did for you. Also visit. You are related to him after all. How I am not one hundred percent in which context but you are" He grabs all three of them, yes all three, and pulls everyone across the multiverse back to the chaotic party

#wedding rp #part 5

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