#Let them have more owl/bird like behavior for fun

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 213

“Hey spooks, is there an actual reason you never like, eat?” Hal ignored Superman’s rather expressive don’t motions, leaning over the meeting table. He also ignored how everyone else’s conversations quieted, staring straight at Batman instead. 

It was hard to tell if said vigilante was looking at him, what with the whited out eyes, but the sheer judgment that seemed to waft off of him did the job just fine. “Like, I get you’re paranoid and everything and- hey!” Batman stood up suddenly, practically striding out of the room mid conversation. Superman gave them all an unreadable look, shaking his head and following. Well. Touchy subject then.  Though it was another point to the vampire bet too.

“I understand not telling them anything about the situation, B, but there’s going to be rumors about this now, you know?” A hand rested on Bruce’s shoulder, the weight comforting to the deathly cold that always covered his skin. Kal. Clark. Whichever was better for work. 

He clicked, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “... the kids would like to see you again if you’re open.” 

Clark snorted, smiling softly. “You know you can just say you don’t want to be alone right now B…” Lies and slander. He was perfectly fine being alone for long stretches of time. Used to it even. He just also perhaps had been reminded of… other times. Better and worse ones. 

#Prompts #Cryptid Batman #Cryptid Batfam #Talon Bruce #I wonder how that happened- probably early-batman time #Could also be the entire batfam too #Talon!Dick #at the very least too #Let them have more owl/bird like behavior for fun #Also they deserve to have fangs if only for the vampire rumors that would cause #Why yes there is sometimes Talon on Talon violence in the family #It’s fine they can heal from it #Yes this means Damian’s attempt to stab Tim goes differently #This is now Tim’s sword he was stabbed with it so it’s his now #Cryptid Batfamily #Bruce Wayne #Batman Au #DCU #DC #Justice League #batman #Court of Owls #Could be superbat or could be platonic or poly up to yall

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What about DD characters as animals in general instead of dogs. BH being a barn owl is a popular one and I can't see it any other way. GR would be a secretary bird or any other kind of graceful bird. That one I picked specifically because they are vicious killers despite looking beautiful. Jester as a maned wolf would be fitting. Red and black color scheme with lanky legs and strange barks

I’m gonna end up doing an animal behavior especialization course for all the wrong reasons. Let’s fucking go!

Some of the heroes come with pre-baked animal themes that are obvious, like BH and raptor birds, SB and serpents/cobras, Houndmaster and dogs. PD is probably meant to be some kind of corvid. I think all of those fit well enough and require no explanation.

I like your Secretary Bird idea for GR, they are not only graceful, but also quick and precise. I like to imagine that her husband would have been a snake she knocked on the head. 

While maned wolves have the right visuals for Jester... Idk, they are known for being shy loners. He's more of a marmoset. They have adapted to urban areas and live in groups. The noisy little bastards will break into your home, eat your food and then throw stuff at you. Or a ferret? Slinky little dudes that need a *lot* of play and socialization. Super curious too.

Antiquarian is a squirrel. Hoarding little jerk that doesn't fear god nor man. Five ounces of whoopass.

MAA I imagine as a big proud buffaloo. Chilling by the water until some dumbass predator decides it wants to be yeeted 10 feet in the air and then skewered. Gotta protect the herd.

Leper is like... an elephant. Super smart and caring gentle giants but also will destroy you if you piss them off. No kidding, they will actually seek out humans to take revenge and wreck their entire shit.

I’m torn with Hellion. I like the lioness theme** of her CC trinket and it kind of fits the fact that she’s a loner, but only because she was cast out by her people, who are definitely war-like hunters. But did you know that a jaguar has more bite power despite the smaller size? They are less about running down prey and more about powerful, decisive blows. Their jaws are adapted to crush skulls! Since Hellion is a high damage fighter that gets debuffs the longer she uses her skills, that aspect fits her better... Maybe her problem was being a jaguar among lions.

** I should acknowledge that Hellion has both a wolf theme and a “warhawk” theme. I didn’t opt for wolves because they are primarily endurance hunters that rely heavily on tactics, coordination and patience to take down large prey, since they are much smaller than large cats. And the raptor theme fits in much better with BH and GR.

HWM is a trash panda. It’s true. Listen. Raccoons are urban animals (which by itself requires smarts), that can survive on anything, have little skillful hands and like to hang out on their own. Trash. Panda. Boy.

Vestal... Maybe a horse? A domesticated prey animal that can therefore be skittish, but by god if it fights back your life is over. Otherwise can be helpful and sociable, and help people in medical situations. I feel like a lot of it applies to Crusader too, except it’s more that he’s a farm animal repurposed for battle and made to look imposing and intimidating... Vestal is like a sweet therapy pony and Crusader is a warhorse that bites.

Flagellant is a badger. He just is. He’s the motherfucker getting bitten by an apex predator 10 times his size, shaking himself off and turning back to intimidate the shit out of them. Badger Flagellant don’t give a fuck.

Abom in human form makes me think of a fox. Scared of people, hunted by humans and larger prey animals, crafty, gets a bad rap. Transformed abom is something crazy like a bearmoose.

Occultist... I’d say some type of highly intelligent parrot. What’s more notable about their intelligence is their language skills, after all, and Alhazred is a liberal arts guy. Also shows his fun/silly side (he sings camp songs, come on).

Arbalest could be an ibex. Herd animal that nonetheless likes to go out and explore and whose main defense tactic is staying out of range (but can still break your bones if you push your luck). 

#darkest dungeon #dd ensemble #dd lists #anon #asks

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Just a prompt idea if u want... Reg getting cuddles. Like brotherly bonding from the comfort of the couch. I've had a rough week and I could use some couch cuddles cuz just like co-existing in the same space as someone without any expectations or worries and just... Yeah that's the vibe, just calming and chill.

God I love writing siblings. And Regulus. It’s so awesome that those usually go hand in hand. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for implied terrible parenting

Love is a funny thing. It waxes and wanes, ebbs and flows, but is as constant as the tide. Sirius had been on the waning side for much of his life until the Lions (and everything that came with them) flooded his world, but Regulus…Regulus was still catching up a bit.

It started small, as many good things do.

“Drive safe!” Regulus called from the living room while Sirius grabbed his keys off the table by the front door.

“Go for a walk at some point,” Sirius reminded him. “Love you!”

He closed the door before his brain caught up his mouth, then stuttered to a stop just before turning the car on; it had just sort of slipped out, a habit from the Dumais’ and Remus. The last time he had said he loved his brother was—

Sirius sighed and thumped his forehead on the steering wheel. He couldn’t remember the last time he told Regulus he loved him, and wasn’t that the most pathetically sad thing? It was hard to pay attention to the road after that.

So, over the following weeks, he made an extra effort. Every ‘goodnight’ had a ‘love you’ tacked on to the end. Every hug was accompanied by a light kiss to the top of his head. Every flight to an away game was preceded by a ‘see you soon, love you Reg’, and it never failed to get a reaction—Regulus’ eyes would widen in surprise, his brows would furrow in confusion, and then hope would wash it all away.

Sirius started getting answers about a month into his endeavor. The first time Regulus responded with ‘sleep well, love you too’ he nearly cried right in the middle of the living room. They still bickered, still argued over stupid things to cover the much bigger things lurking below the surface, but it was rare for them to go more than a few hours without quiet apologies.

“Sorry,” one would mutter as they stood in the kitchen to cool down.

“Love you,” the other would say, knocking a shoulder, hip, or elbow into them as they passed in reminder that I’m still here.

“Love you, too,” the first would admit, only half-grudging.

Slowly but surely, Regulus began opening up. He let Sirius hover like a concerned mother hen over his applications, even though they were both busy enough that it didn’t help either of them. Their family dinners became louder and brighter, filled with mindless chatter until their food threatened to get cold. He ventured out of his room during daylight hours and only subjected Sirius to a fond eye roll when he prodded him to get outside, you vampire rather than prickling up like a pissed-off hedgehog.

They settled into a rhythm that Grimmauld Place had never allowed and Sirius reveled in it; finally, he would be able to show his brother that affection wasn’t supposed to be withheld as an ultimate reward for good behavior, but freely given by loved ones. Regulus was allowed to push back, to state his opinions, to be friendly with whomever he wanted, and Sirius had the privilege of getting to know his little brother at long last.

“Scoot,” he said one night, flopping down on the couch with a bowl. Regulus groaned and dragged his legs out of the way as he blindly reached for the popcorn. “What’re you watching?”

“Planet Earth.”

“Good choice. How was your day?”

Regulus glanced over at him. “Really good, actually.”

“Yeah?” Sirius popped another handful of popcorn in his mouth to stifle the shriek of excitement building in his chest. “Zoo was fun?”

“They have new owlets in three enclosures, and I got to feed the tropical birds because Marc and Louis are still young enough to go in.” His face was alight with happiness; something clogged in Sirius’ throat. He had missed this. “There’s a raffle for naming the owls next week.”

“Will you submit something?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Got any in mind?” Regulus uncurled his legs a little more, so their ankles were crossed.

“A few.” He was clearly seconds away from bursting, so Sirius sat back and waited. “Do you—do you want to hear them?”

“I’d love to.”

“Alright, well, I was thinking Pallas would be a fun one, since that was Athena’s best friend in some of the myths,” Regulus began, his eyes flickering away from the tv screen for half a second. His shoulders were starting to bunch like they always used to when he was excited as a kid, and he was wringing the hem of the blanket in his hands. “Basically, Pallas was…sorry, you don’t need to know all this.”

“No, no!” Sirius said quickly. “Tell me everything. It’s cool.” You have no idea how much I love hearing you talk again.

Regulus’ shy smile grew brighter. “Okay. Well, Pallas was the first option, and then I was thinking it would be funny if one was Neptune, because it’s double irony.”

Sirius tuned out David Attenborough’s voice in the background and set his popcorn aside, turning his full attention on Regulus while he rambled about etymology and every detail of the new owlets. He listened until the episode ended and Regulus yawned so wide his jaw cracked, then guided him off the couch with a gentle nudge toward his room.

“Sleep tight, Reg,” he said, ruffling his already-messy hair.

“ ‘night, love you,” Regulus called absentmindedly as he walked down the hall.

Sirius’ chest seized. Regulus had never initiated their nighttime tradition before. “Love you, too.”

Right there in the hall, Sirius made a promise: he would never let either of them revert to their old ways again. He would be there to celebrate every acceptance letter, to tease him for every texting typo, and to square up against anyone who even hinted at insulting his baby brother. Regulus didn’t need protection—he had proved himself plenty independent in the past—but he was still nineteen years old and Sirius had a moral, spiritual, and semi-legal obligation to be the big brother he had been always been told was unnecessary.

And if he thought about it, really thought about it, there was nothing he would rather spend his life doing. 

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thanks for the amazingly edited chapters and translations, i'm always elated when i see that a chapter has dropped on your twitter and i have a lot of fun trying to rap the lyrics out loud. on a lighter note, if the characters in hypnosis mic were animals, which ones do you think they would be? (don't feel confined to the rules of basic biology, siblings can be different animals and so can parents, also multiple characters can be the same animal if you so please)

Ahhh that's a really kind thing to say haha. Now I'll need to put extra effort into the raps... some of them are very much rappable, and some of them I look at later and go, "Wtf? How in the world did that come out of my mouth?"

Hmm... this is a very interesting question... I haven't thought about it much before, but let me give it a shot. Under a cut for length.

Ichirou - Ichirou seems pretty dog-like to me. He’s very oriented around the concept of family and would do anything to protect them. He’s also happiest when playing around with his family, loves food, and is happy performing services for other people.

Jirou - I think Jirou would make a good dolphin. He’s playful and athletic, very empathetic, and does best when surrounded by friends and family.

Saburou - Saburou is, I think, a young horse. He likes to show off and is very talented and flashy, but he can be a little skittish or fragile deep down.

Samatoki - Samatoki reminds me of a crocodile. He’s quick to lash out and very aggressive, but he can also be plenty social and quite friendly when he’s in a good mood.

Juuto - Juuto is a swan. He looks elegant on the surface but can be mean to make ends meet. He also becomes very aggressive whenever anything near and dear to him is threatened.

Riou - Riou is a capybara. He's pretty chill when left to his own devices, and he is incredibly social, capable of getting along with just about anyone.

Ramuda - Ramuda is a sun conure. I like using the caged bird image a lot for Ramuda - thanks, parrot outfit, for giving me a canon justification for this - and so I think a parakeet fits him well, especially the younger Ramuda. He's very inquisitive and likes mimicking human behavior in addition to showing off and being cuddly. He enjoys being around people and can end up depressed when left on his own. He's also loud and obnoxious but perhaps in a good way.

Gentarou - Gentarou's a chinchilla. He's very fastidious with how he presents himself, and he relies on his social groups for his own mental health.

Dice - Dice is a cattle tyrant, because he goes after thrills the way these birds make quick maneuvers in the air to go after insects. Plus, he often hangs around capy Riou to be fed, who enjoys his company.

Jakurai - My friend Cha suggested Jakurai would be an elephant. Besides the size, he also moves slowly and deliberately, is very intelligent and empathetic, and strongly cares for community and taking care of children.

Hifumi - Hifumi is a bowerbird. He can look flashy and delights in showing off for women, but he also takes pride and joy in building and maintaining a good home.

Doppo - He reminds me of a periodical cicada that spends much of its life underground, going about the serious task of feeding, then rarely emerges all at once to make a glorious display of sound.

Sasara - Sasara is a chimpanzee. He's clever, creative, and often playful, but he also boasts a more aggressive side. I think chimps also like melon if they can get it... melon soda...

Roshou - Roshou is an emperor penguin. He looks elegant from a distance but may be a little silly up close. He's very concerned about raising children right in a group environment and is perhaps rather more loyal than he should be.

Rei - Rei is a crow capable of making clever plots and creating complex tools to help him out. He likes horsing around and mocking other people in addition to collecting shiny bling like that gold necklace.

Kuukou - I think he would be a mongoose. He's a little guy, very fierce, and completely unafraid to take on even the most fearsome guys out there. He has a lot of courage and a heart of gold.

Juushi - Juushi would be an owl butterfly or another butterfly or moth with eyespots on his wings. Metamorphosis is a big theme for him, and he uses his flashy outer appearance as a means to confuse and throw off those who would hurt him.

Hitoya - Hitoya is a honey badger. He's tough and can fight to protect the ones he cares about. He also doesn't take shit from anybody and can be a little prickly at times, but his tenacity is what people admire about him.

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks

[nanaminsonyfans]

✨Birds of a Feather✨

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules

Request; Could I request a YJs1 Dick x reader with the reader being new to the team and a protege of black canary? He’s my favourite 🥰

A/N; honestly, if one robin is AT LEAST one of your favorites, if they aren’t in the top three, i don’t trust you. also, i really like the way i wrote this a stuff, if anyone wants i can make this a thing. I fucking grew up on young justice i love these characters. rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Dick Grayson(Robin) x Fem!Reader

Warnings; fluff, slight cursing

Your upbringing wasn’t pleasant, for a short backstory, Black Canary found you when she did a raid on an illegal Meta-Human fighting ring. Your parents sold you to the leader of the ring. Your power was similar to Canary’s, in which your voice was a power. You could mimic sounds around you like a mockingbird, but you had similarities with an owl in the fact that your neck could turn all the way around and you had night vision. Black Canary found you when you were ten, taking you in as her own. She took you under her wing. *dad jokehehuheh*

She had taken care of you for four years, you ever really made you debut as a hero, until Batman started the underground team of sidekicks. Robin of course knew of you, as did Batman because, duh. Well, Roy did too but that was mainly because Green Arrow was dating Canary. He was like a big brother, and he deeply cared for you. 

“And this is Black Canary’s protégé, Mockingbird.” You walked out from the shadows, a black hoodie and red jeans on. Your hoodie had your favorite band one it, whatever it may be. “Sup.” You nod your head at the boys, your hood covered your face since it was dark but you also had glasses on, kinda like Robin’s but they were reading glasses. The glasses could profile anyone and bring up their history, if it’s in the web or files on the cloud, you gotem.

Kid Flash was easy, he didn’t both with covering his face, everyone else was open with you, but not Robin. You glasses always got glitched out when you tried to activate them while looking at him. He knew this and did it on purpose. He didn’t know much about you, only you hero name, you also did that on purpose, it was a fun little battle. You were closer to Robin anyways, being close in age but that didn’t stop Wally from flirting. “Hey babe~ Wanna spar~?” The redhead would ask, before you could speak he would go pale. “Nevermind.” Then he’d run away, you guessed it was Robin, he had mastered the infamous bat-glare.

When Artemis joined the team, you were happy. Another human girl on the team, no offense to M’gann but you felt more comfortable with another human female around. Plus, she was funny. You lived in Star City with Diane and Oliver, and you met her first, it was awesome when you came with her to the Cave and saw all of them shocked.

“What’s up, birdy?” You smile as you trotted over to Robin, you didn’t really have a superhero suit, you kinda took after Black Canary, civilian clothes were your hero clothes. It was usually blood stained black leggings, a navy blue crop top hoodie and black paint around your eyes and bridge of your nose rather than a regular mask because those were itchy. “Do NOT call me that.” Boy Wonder grumbled and elbowed you playfully. You gave him a smirk and batted you eyelashes at him. “You love me.” “No I don’t.” He snorted.

“The Wallman is here!” A redhead yelled through the zeta-tubes as he entered, the loud noise made you yelp and grab onto the nearest person, which was Robin. When you both realized that you both turned red. “Yeesh...stay whelmed Mockingbird.” He finally got out after being frozen. You both had completely ignored the situation going on around you, until...

“Recognize: Speedy, B06.” The computer spoke, making you grinning like an idiot and turn towards the tubes. “Well for starters, he doesn’t go by speedy anymore. Call me Red Arrow.” Your eyes lit up at your brother, well not really brother but you both looked at each other as such. “Roy-” Oliver started but you cut him off. “Roy!” You yelled happily and ran towards your redhead. “Wa to ruin his moment...” Wally grumbled but you flipped him off as you hugged Roy. “Why don’t you call anymore? I’ve been worried. So was Olly, and I guess Robin, Kaldur, and Wally, but I’m your sister!” You whined and teared up, your tears mixing with the paint you used as a mask causing black tears.

“Oh birdie...you know why.” Roy soothed causing you to sniffle and rub your tears away. “Right, sorry.” You mumble and pull away, “Sorry.” You mumbled again and walked back to your spot by Robin, the taller boy put a hand on your shoulder. “Roy, you look-” Oliver started, “Replaceable.” Roy hissed and walked over. “You know it’s not like that.” “Then why bother with a sub? Can she even use that bow?” He gestured angrily to the blonde archer. “Yes she can.” Artemis hissed back. “Who are you?!” Wally whined. “I’m his niece.” “She’s his niece.” “She’s my niece.” Artemis, you, and Green Arrow stated in a matter-of-fact like tone. “Another niece?” Robin snorted, earning an elbow from you.

“But he’s not your replacement!” You chimed in, walking over to the arrows. “We have always wanted you on the team.” Aqualad said, walking over to the now, Red Arrow. “And we have no quota on archers.” The leader continued. “And if we did, you know who we’d pick!” Wally chimed, glaring over at Artemis. “Whatever Baywatch,” Artemis glared, “I’m here to stay.” You stifled a chuckle and looked away. “Baywatch...” You snorted. “But you came here for a reason, right Roy?” You asked when you finally calmed down. “Yeah, a reason named Dr. Sterling Roquette.”

Both yours and Robin’s eyes widened before you both pulled up a file with the holographic computer. “Nano-robotics genius-” Robin started as he began typing. “And claytronics expert at Royal University in Star City! I love her!” You finished and gushed the last part. “Vanished two weeks ago.” Robin continued, earning a frown on your face. “Abducted two weeks ago, by the League of Shadows.” “Woah, you want us to rescue her from The Shadows?” Boy wonder said in a hopeful tone. “Hardcore.” Wally said in awe and fist bumped the other boy. “Dumbasses.” You scoffed and hit them both in the back of the neck. “Roy probably already did that.” You pointed out and walked over to him with a big smile. Roy smiled back and ruffled your hair. “She’s right, I already rescued her. There’s only one problem, the shadows already got her to make a weapon, ‘Doc call it the Fog.” Roy pulled up an image of a dark cylinder looking object with red buttons.

“It’s comprised of millions of microscopic robots, nanotech infiltrators, capable of disintegrating anything in their path- concrete, steel, flesh, bone.- but it’s true purpose isn’t mere destruction. It’s theft. The infiltrators eat and story raw data from any computer system and deliver the stolen data to the Shadows. Providing them access to weapons, strategic defense, cutting edge science and tech.” “Perfect for extortion, manipulation, and power broking.” Artemis starts, earning a groan from Wally, an admiring look from you, and a knowing look from Robin. “Yep. Sounds like The Shadows.” She finishes. “Oh like you know anything about The Shadows.�� Wally groans and glares at the blonde, who just smirks. “Who ARE you?!” Wally yells obviously irritated, both you and Robin chuckled a little.

“Roquette’s working on a virus to render the Fog inert.” Roy says, ignoring the childish behavior. “But if The Shadows know she can do that...” Robin started quietly, you gasped softly. “They’ll target her.” You whisper in shock. “It’s okay, right now she’s off the grid. I stashed her in a local highschool computer lab.” Roy shrugs, opening his mouth to speak again. “You left her alone?” Green Arrow asks in shock and mild disappointment. ‘Oh great, here we go again.’ You think as you roll  you eyes. “She’s safe enough for now.” Roy spits and glares at Oliver. “Then let’s you and I take care of that together.” “You and I? Don’t you want to take your new protogé.” The redhead spits again, earning a groan from you. “Roy, you brought this to the team, we’ll talk care of it okay?” You say softly, putting your hand on his shoulder. “And she is part of the team. I promise nothing bad will happen. Trust me, big bro.” You smile, a child like glint in you e/c eyes. “Fine, Y/n. I trust you.” Roy whispered, kissing your forehead before leaving. “Speedy-” The computer started, “Change that to Red Arrow.” You spoke up before Roy could, you winked at him before he left.

Robin knew it was a platonic gesture, you both looked at each other like siblings, he knew that. He fucking knew but a piece of him was jealous. He didn’t know why, maybe he like you? No, he wouldn’t, doesn’t matter anyways. The team had a mission to do. But god damnit he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wished he could be the one kissing your forehead, holding you, knowing your actual name like Roy did. Damn, being a teenager with feelings fucking SUCKS. 

All of a sudden you all were linked up by Miss Martian telepathy. “Everyone online?” Her voice rung inside your head, causing a giggle. “Mhm.”  You hummed in your head while you sat on a table between Kid Flash and Robin. “Woah, this is weird.” Artemis said, in her head of course, and you just giggled in response. “I know right? Prepare for a killer headache when Megan cuts it off!” You giggled more as you popped some of Wally’s fruit snacks in your mouth. Then the doctor started complaining. “Lady, I’m not really diggin your attitude right now.” You say while rolling your eyes. “You literally look like some random kid they got from the street!” The doctor replied earning a huff from you as you sat up straight. 

“You literally look like some random kid they got from the street.” You said, using your mocking power, you spoke in her exact voice, earning a shocked look from her. “Now shut the fuck up.” You hissed in your normal voice, earning a stern look from Aqualad. “Oh don’t judge my language fish boy.” You grumbled and crossed your arms, looking through a blind. “Do you always act like this when people try to help you?” Wally’s voice rung in your head. “Pot, kettle, you’ve met?” Artemis replied, you snickered slightly. “Great, now I want kettle corn. Thanks Art.” You whined and then ignored them arguing until Robin spoke. “You should give her some more credit. It was /her/ arrow that saved you from Amazo.” Robin said with a smirk, in which you practically swooned. “No, it was Spee-Red Arrow’s arrow, right?” “Not so much.” Robin snickered and you did as well. 

“God I love his voice.” You thought and then you realized that everyone was connected, SHIT. Your eyes widened and your face turned red. “I mean haha, I was thinking of something else.” You got up. “I’ll...I’ll go an patrol the halls...hall monitor duties.” You got up. “Oh god oh god. This is so embarrassing.” You though as you messed with your fingerless gloves. “Should we tell her?” Wally’s voice rang in your head, you could feel him smirking. “THEN DON’T LISTEN!” You screamed from the hallway and you could hear his laughs. Everyone basically knew you had a crush on Robin, it was obvious to everyone but him. He felt the same, it was also obvious to everyone but you. This was not the TIME.

You were walking down the hall, until you heard footsteps behind you. You turned around, punching the figure and wrapping you legs around the person’s waist as you pinned them down. “Woah woah, stay whelmed, Mockingbird.” You squeezes you legs tighter when you realized it was Robin. “What do you want?” You whisper-shouted. “You seemed to be distraught. You really should get traught.” He gave you a smirk that you always melted over. “Mind not squeezing me to death?” He asked and you flushed as you let him go from you thighs crushing him. 

“Your wordplay is so stupid...” You smiled softly and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “So what? You said you love my voice.” Robin teased. “I do.” You sighed and then covered your mouth in shock. “I-I mean...shut up!” Robin bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck. “I have to head out with Superboy.” He mumbled in which you sighed and grabbed his wrist before he could leave. “Be safe okay?” You whisper softly, getting closer to him. His lips were inches away from your. Robin smiled and kissed your forehead. “I’ll try.” He smiled in which you turned so red you were sure you would’ve been glowing. “It’s Y/n...Y/n L/n.” You spoke up as he started to walk away. “That’s my name.” You mumble. He turned around, wide eyed. 

“Y/n L/n eh? That’s a pretty name.” Robin teased before running off.

#young justice #young justice x reader #young justice robin #robin x reader #dick grayson x reader #wally west x reader #superboy x reader #aqualad x reader #roy harper x reader #red arrow x reader #young justice robin x reader #robin x reader fluff #fluff #young justice fluff

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Have some Asra n Muriel disorganized headcanons: animal themed!

Asra's most likely to answer quetzal if you ask for his favourite bird (he had a close up encounter with one his first time in nopal and had never seen a bird like it so it's a special memory), but he also appreciates all others. He also loves dart frogs and his favorite reptile would of course be perfect lavender angel baby fictional fantasy pythons. I'd also see him loving dragonflies as well.

He will see literally any animal generally and always say "they're one of my favourites!", though. It doesn't matter how many times he's said it that day or how many animals he's said it about. It's almost without fail he'll point one out and say it's a favourite.

One of his favorite animals is always the one in front of him Right Now, as a quick reference.

Plus, he loves to point animals out on travels or when out and about Vesuvia, so get used to hearing it!

He may attempt to catch critters occasionally too, or just pick them up, these will be mostly bugs usually. He just likes to cup moths in his hand on occasion and the watch them flutter out and I think he should be allowed to! Or just cradle bugs in his palm and watch them walk around for a bit. If it's a reptile or amphibian somewhere it could get stepped on or dried out or eaten he will still scoop them up and carry them to the brush.

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Nothing he ever handles seems to get too upset or stressed, even when it's an animal that otherwise would. They just seem to be more relaxed if it's Asra who's touching them. Sometimes reptiles just come up to him (or even crawl onto his hand, as a few lizards have,) curiously enough. Though they may still refuse to be touched even then, they're notably not bothered by his presence when for others they'd run away. It's not something Asra's ever noticed to be odd, nor would it be overly noticeable to most people, but it's definitely something you can recognize if you pay attention.

Asra would also love to run on the beach sometimes, namely as a kid, maybe making himself invisible or otherwise undetectable until he's right up on a big flock of seagulls before giving them a hearty boo! And watching them all fly away all giggly. As an adult he may still stir up flocks for fun sometimes, or just to see how pretty it is to watch them all fly at once.

In general he just loves watching birds or bugs or whatever be it fly, always so effortlessly. Maybe he wishes he could fly himself. It certainly would make things easier he would come to think time to time growing up in Vesuvia.

Plus, he likes to collect the feathers that flutter down. Back when he sold masks, they were something he incorporated into them often. Then, too, he would also sit by the river after wearing himself out practicing hydromancy or what not, and a few times dragonflies would perch on him. He'd always gasp n grin all big and goofy when they did.

Muriel doesn't pick favorites really when it comes to animals (barring wolves and bears), but he does mirror Asra's 'one of my favourites' statements by saying "they're one of Asra's favorites," Occasionally.

While Asra's animal encounters or observations are typically brief, Muriel is more than content to just watch animals long periods of time. He can spot or at least know where to find some seriously elusive ones. The only one such animal Asra seems to have luck like that with seems to be foxes.

If you want to see an animal, local to the area around Vesuvia namely, Muriel can probably help you with that, granted he trusts you. This includes dens, hives, and nesting sites of course, things he will stop by occasionally in his forest to check on. His luck/skill in finding these things can't seem to be mimicked by even the most skilled animal trackers, you'd think they were practically just showing themselves to only him.

Muriel is also content to let animals do their thing and not interact with them much. Birds, butterflies and similar may land on him occasionally and he's always enchanted by it though, and will make no move to prevent an animal being on or touching him. Similar to Asra, he will also remove any animals in bad spots and put them somewhere better. He's a bit more effective at this though, as he tends to be looking down anyways, while Asra has probably smooshed a few pillbugs and snails before while doing his own thing- eyes elsewhere.

If Muriel did ever nerf a bug accidentally he would probably feel pretty damn bad, and if it wasn't reduced to a mere smear he would return its poor bug corpse to nature so that it might reclaim it. He'd get over it quick though if he was in a good mood prior, just give him a moment. If he was upset over something else already and he killed one, I could see it even pushing him to tears or rather making it worse if he was already at that point.

Asra would probably be like 'awh.... :( oof, I'm sorry lil guy...' and sweep it into nature if he could, but otherwise he would not be impacted too much.

Asra would purposely kill bugs on a few occasions even, pest bugs namely - like flies or mosquitoes or, of course, plague beetles. He may even instinctively lash out and flatten a bug that simply resembles a plague beetle enough, particularly if something had his anxiety or panic (ptsd trigger from the plague??) going. Otherwise plague beetle resembling beetles he'd be a little unsettled by, or uncomfortable to be around, but not enough to necessarily kill. He'd either move it somewhere else, try to scare it off, or move away from it. Muriel doesn't have many hang ups on plague beetle resembling bugs, though he would probably kill the real deal readily.

Any dead animals not in a wild area (like left in the city or on a road,) Muriel would move as long as it wasn't yknow. Too nasty. Birds that hit windows, starved or sickly scavengers, anything that dropped in a heatwave or was claimed by a flood, things like that, recent deaths. It pains him to see at all, but pains him more to leave them just.... There. Some he may bury, others he may leave out in places where there's animals he know will take it for food.

Injured or sick animals Muriel would try to help best he could, and he's successfully done it a few times. If it's blistering hot he'd also likely leave water out here and there for the animals of the forest, and he may enlist Asra's help with this to replenish water in natural water basins as well in droughts.

Muriel can handle animal death okay, hunting and fishing is a thing he does to some degree, it's just the preventable or senseless ones that hurt, it's worth saying here. It's just sad. He'll be okay after though, unless there's something more nefarious and upsetting at play.

Asra helping unwell/hurt animals would mostly consist of magic healing, but beyond that he wouldn't know what to really do besides bring it to Muriel or any animal experts near him. He doesn't come across these situations too often thankfully, though. Domestic animals he would take in more readily, and would let crash at the shop for a while if he can. If it's a livestock animal he'll ask if Muriel wants to take it in, or even in the case of an ownerless pet animal. If not, he can ask around. See if anyone wants a new dog or cat or... Goat. I just imagine those are the kinds of animals he's most likely to find in need, being in the center of Vesuvia.

Moving on from that....

Animal knowledge!

Asra likely doesn't know a ton about animals outside of ones that feature prominently in magic and myth, he's just good at identifying them and overall tends to appreciate their presence. Identifying animals can make for good pass times on long travels, or if he just sees something particularly neat he may simply want to know what to call it. He also probably learned most the common local Vesuvian species names growing up, probably through reading, though the bulk of his knowledge of the nature he grew up around is probably botanical- foraging can be dangerous! Plus, magic knowledge probably leans more heavily on plants than animals as well.

If Asra can't identify an animal, though, he will simply make up a name for it on the spot. If he finds out it's ID later he will still refer to it as his made up name followed by AKA/sometimes called/locally known as [real name]. He also tends to refer to tons of animals as the infamous, famous, legendary, revered, etc. Regardless of relevance, commonality or obscurity. He just thinks they all deserve such titles, and when has a little flair ever hurt?

"Ah, MC, look! It's an Abramesmerwhymsical Zadithi midnight-billed stilt-wader! Though it's sometimes also known as the famous crab-plover," Kinda shit. He enjoys it.

Muriel doesn't actually know the actual names of a ton of animals species. He knows of a few though, not to mention the Asra-given names that stuck with him. Despite not knowing their names sometimes still, he can tell most all species apart readily, and juveniles from adults, males from females, things like that. He watches animals of the forest regularly and is in tune with the local species life cycles, breeding or rearing seasons, migratory patterns, unique behaviors and everything else. Though his knowledge is probably limited to Vesuvian species, he's able to quickly pick up on other animal's traits and such when outside of Vesuvian territory, and is generally good with animals as is.

He knows what doves/pigeons and owls and vipers and mice and geckos etc are. He may not know that a specific species of such is called like, namaqua doves, omani owls, ocellated mountain vipers, cario spiny mouse, kotschy's middle-toed geckos n shit. It's not like he has NO idea, species names are weird and can be long winded so....

...He just doesn't know that dunnocks aren't actually called stripple-caped tseepers.

But he doesn't need to. <3

If he does learn the real names for them though, he is quite glad and will use the name readily. If you're looking at a Muriel who's in the city more, he will probably read up on this information himself, but otherwise he would of course treasure it if MC told him.

The only reasons he doesn't even know the names to begin with is mostly because the names you'll hear out and about most commonly only cover a fraction of species to start, and everything else youre mostly going to have to study via reading or classes. Neither of those seem to be things a young homeless Muriel would care to pursue lmao.

Annnnd

I forgot what else I was going to add and lost track so, I'll maybe add more later. I'll probably also amend this as I may find I don't agree with my own statements the next day and also I don't proofread so. I hope u enjoyed these feel free to add on or add differing opinions!

#asra #muriel #the arcana game #the arcana #tw animal death

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All in the Family

Chapter 144: Hermione's Helping Hand

The room was a very dangerous landing, each of them got a book to the head no matter where they landed. Frank was on a flaming red comforter on the bed with a dog eared copy, the title so faded he hadn't a hope of recognizing it until he flipped through a few pages, and even then did not follow the Muggle story.* Alice had a heavy tomb smash so hard against her forehead she saw stars, and it was over a copy of some muggle thing to do with the human anatomy a Healer would struggle to follow.

Lily groaned miserably as she removed a book on alchemy from her face, and Potter's glasses had broken where he'd faced planted a window with an interesting view of a Muggle neighborhood and still had a book on the windowsill crack a lens he couldn't even read the title of now.

Peter had to pull himself out from a whole pile of books, on top of which was Defensive Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard, and Regulus even found one on teeth he had to dislodge from his own.

Remus landed painfully on a desk, the book losing its place as the bookmark toppled out of sight he felt bad for, and Sirius even found a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages to his distaste for the first time in his life as he pulled it from where it had whacked his ear.

The silver book itself they were all supposed to be here for sat in the middle of the room with the air of innocence. For once.

"As if we haven't been traumatized by enough books already," James sighed as he tapped his glasses to fix them.

"If this room isn't Hermione's, then I'll kiss a centaur," Sirius happily informed the room at large.

"Brilliant deduction there," Lily rolled her eyes, but there was only amusement in her voice. "Did you figure that out before or after this?" She was holding a picture of Hermione in this very room, a still image of her sitting at this very desk with Crookshank's in her lap, the sun just visible on the horizon from the window.

The walls didn't house much decoration, it was simple yet charming to see so much of her personality packed into the comfortably sized room.

"The best part is, I bet this is only a quarter of the ones she owns," James grinned. "She takes most of them with her to school!"

Sirius laughed and Lily found herself smiling in agreement as Lupin tried the door, which mercifully opened. The others scattered about the house, some for the loo, some for the kitchen. Sirius made to do the latter, but lingered in the door jam to watch in fascination as Prongs hesitated, and then turned back to Evans.

There was a reluctance in him he'd seen a few times now, and he had a very good guess why James was suddenly so hesitant to engage with her. He'd been devastated by the news of Sirius' death, arguably more than him even, and it wasn't hard to follow his logic if he had to change something to keep it from happening it would be taking Harry out of the equation via her. He wished his brother wouldn't think like that, but he'd never liked Evans much himself to understand his fascination with her and so wasn't even sure how to urge him back.

When James turned back holding in whatever he'd been about to say though, Lily startled them both by asking, "so, do you know what a dentist is?" The tone was mild, maybe a little mocking, but she was now holding the book Regulus had spat out with a curious smile.

He would have expected James, as usual, to not actually know how to respond to her when she spoke like a normal human being. Instead he hesitated with an odd smile in place and said casually, "not really, but I got the idea. Teeth and such, Muggles need them cared for without a spell."

Prongs hesitated again, some torn expression lingering, before he softly asked as if speaking of her ill coming death, "how come you never took Care of Magical Creatures?"

Sirius snorted fantastically, earning a dirty look from both of them. He raised his hands in surrender and took a step back into the hall, where Remus came up and pulled on him out of sight. James turned back to watching her, still unsure if he should have asked. She'd gotten assurances on their first day from McGonagall, Flitwick, and Slughorn all the creatures came to no harm for their classes to commence. He'd watched her love of animals long after that, she'd taken to cuddling with every cat in the common room and watched the birds deliver post every morning despite receiving none of her own long after other Muggle-borns grew used to it, but that look of awe and longing lingered in her.

Just because he'd given up on the idea of her didn't mean he couldn't still learn more about her, right? It was something he'd wanted to know for years but obviously she'd never have answered before. Maybe if he tried without the flirting he'd get a better result.

And, it worked. She went a little red, but answered casually, "I was trying to prove something, to my parents, to Snape, myself. Taking Arithmancy and Runes, the harder and more difficult classes. I regret it a bit now."

Potter watched her, absolutely fascinated by her little speech it seemed. She kept waiting for that to wear off now that she was actually trying to talk to him on a regular basis, but it didn't seem to be happening.

"You can take it come NEWT year if you want," he told her, that damnable cheerful smile creeping back now as they managed the first casual conversation of their life. "Remus will lend you his notes for the OWL's next week if you want."

She laughed in surprise, then realized he wasn't joking. He really thought she was that smart she could take a class she hadn't been in for two years? "I'll, ah, take that into consideration," she tried to shrug.

He hesitated, seemed to decide he'd pushed her enough, and then finally left. He'd gotten her to laugh, that was more of an accomplishment he'd managed in his life already! He glanced the way two of his friends went, rolled his eyes, and called towards the kitchen, "hey Alice, want to show me how a muggle stove works!"

Lily blanched in fear of him burning the house down and snatched up the actual needed book, not bothering to pretend to herself she was smiling as she followed along and cracked it open, but paused to take in the rest.

The hallway was littered with cheerful hallmark signs such as 'Love, Life, Live,' and several more of Hermione through the years, but Lily kept watching the muggle photos despite the fact that they weren't moving in mild curiosity for several moments before it occurred to her why they seemed a little odd. Hermione was alone in each of them, smiling brightly, but the only one in focus. Not only no friends hanging off her arm in her primary years as she held up spelling awards and science fair projects, but her parents didn't seem in any of them either. One particularly telling one was a candid shot of a very young Hermione sitting in an empty waiting room, reading a book far too big for her lap. Only when she got to the very end of most recent photos hinted at who could have been there all these years, and it was an extremely elder lady, possibly her grandmother or even a nanny, the photo at such an angle it was clearly taken by her as well as she stood shoulder to shoulder with Hermione. The tender look of love in the older woman's eyes only leveled with the weary exhaustion in the folds of her skin. Beneath that was a hand drawn calligraphy plaque with the year and date, but no other sort of explanation except her socially awkward behavior from back at the first book.

The kitchen seemed to double as a study, there were heavy journals on multiple surfaces, Frank was flipping curiously through one that was ear marked with dates, names, and what the appointment was going to be for, another that Regulus was prodding his wand along curiously through every page seemed to house lots of studies and practices on how Hermione's parents could improve their work. She doubted he followed a word, even she probably couldn't.

The chapter title itself was unsurprising, and she went through it still laughing it was all about Harry's first act as Captain sorting out members of his team, indeed with Hermione's help. Wasn't this just a day of surprises.

Potter continued to rank highest of all in that regards. The look on his face when he found out what Hermione did was priceless.

The reason behind it she misunderstood.

"She cheated? On Quidditch! I'd expect this girl to snog Snape before I heard her do something like this!"

"She did set Snape on fire once during a game." Alice happily reminded as she swatted his hand away from the hot surface, again. He seemed to keep forgetting despite the red light and heat waves coming up from the innocent black circle. "Guess her bar goes out the window during sports," she finished with a giggle.

His flummoxed expression still seemed at war if he should be impressed or agitated at this, while Regulus was snickering relentlessly for the show as well as he said, "I thought it was brilliant, as if I want to sit around hearing about that McLaggen's temper for the games, he'll ruin what little fun we've been getting out of these."

His eyes tracked curiously as he seemed to realize his brother wasn't in here to give his opinion, but seemed distracted enough when Peter spoke, "think of it this way, you or Padfoot would have done it to some arse in the hallway if he was really saying half that shite. Does the location matter that much?"

"I mean, yes," he pouted, but if anything he looked more confused. "Quidditch shouldn't be trifled with," he finished with a hint of defiance, but eventually sighed and turned back to turning the stove on and off with the odd switch and all the numbers while she finished.

Remus let his fingers brush against Sirius' and subtly pulled his fingers before letting go. Sirius needed no further prompting before following him out of the room into what must be Hermione's parents room. Remus didn't care as he locked the door and then hugged Sirius.

He laughed in delight, immediately returning it as he said quietly into his neck, "I'm getting whiplash from you."

"I just wanted to make sure you know I'm grateful," Remus told him as he pulled back, having to remind himself not to let his hands linger. "For not beating Frank's face into a pulp, back in the apothecary," he elaborated.

The fact that Sirius never held his mood swings against him or even ever accused him of being moody because of the full moon made him wish he could snog his face off right about now. Merlin, James had barely been involved and he'd called him on being an emotional ass!

"Oh," Sirius' face did not settle into a promising expression, barely concealed anger still there, but he made such a valiant effort to push it back away Remus had to fight back the urge to kiss him again. "Right, you're welcome. If he had done it on purpose though, I can't say I'd have been able to stop myself." Moony and Prongs had made a valid point, better Longbottom occasionally forget the dangers than continue being a racist arse, but his point still stood there was a middle ground that wouldn't put Remus in pain! The Marauders all knew it, couldn't he?!

Remus really couldn't resist and let his hand brush along his cheek and settle down on his neck as he gazed into his eyes. Sirius hummed as always at the physical affection. Remus could have hugged him back in the apothecary and not been an arse about this too! This really would just have to be enough for him, he could never ask for better friends. He reluctantly let his hand drop back away with one more whispered thanks.

Sirius looked hurt though, to Remus' confusion. "Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?" He denied, he really hadn't thought Sirius would realize he was starting to back off yet, as much else as he was dealing with.

"Remus, you've barely looked at me since the polyjuice prank," Sirius finally called his crap. "So if you're not mad at me, would you please say so?"

"I'm not," Remus instantly promised. Merlin if he was mad at Sirius for every stupid prank he'd never not be enraged at this one. "I'm, mad at myself." He finally reluctantly admitted.

Sirius' face clouded with concern. Even on top of dealing with James, Peter, and Regulus at once Padfoot hadn't once tried to cope a field on him for some fun away from them while in this room, and a traitorous bubble of hope still lingered in Remus' chest this could mean more to Sirius. They were just friends with benefits, he instantly reminded himself. Friends! Of course he cares, you know he does.

"Anything I can do to help?" Sirius was even the one to reach for his hand, their fingers naturally intertwining.

"It's, Harry," he finally gave a half truth, which was still a truth that the book provided. He couldn't believe he'd only been back in Prongs's kids life once so far this year with Sirius out of the picture. "Not even writing to him, I'm just, this future- I don't want to stop-" He stopped himself quickly before something stupid came out. 'Being there for you,' probably sounded way too intimate to Padfoot. Maybe if he'd actually been around Sirius during that awful Ministry fight he would have come back out of it and none of this would be thrown in their face so repeatedly!

What kind of heartless monster couldn't do the bare minimum to look after one of his best friends kids anyways? And he was complaining Sirius wasn't ready for more, he clearly wasn't capable of it either.

Sirius had such a beautiful smile, and one he so rarely showed anyone. A smirk, his teasing grin were all anyone but the Marauders ever got to see, and Remus drank his fill in now as Padfoot squeezed his fingers while mimicking as well, tracing his cheek before letting his hand rest on his neck as they naturally mirrored each other. Remus wouldn't dream of denying he instantly felt warm and assured as he leaned into the touch even before Sirius told, "this future's a mess Moony. Don't kick yourself about this poor kids life we have no control over. We'll find a way to fix this."

He spoke with such assurance it's like they should have heard the very words Evans was reading change to match. Remus was convinced Sirius could hypnotize the moon to never be full again in that moment as he leaned in and kissed him.

It was just sweet, and gentle. There was no randiness in either of them, just a silent promise as Remus leaned back that no matter what, his words would be true.

HPHPHPHP

*Let me know what you think Hermione's favorite book is. I personally always thought it was Sherlock Holmes.

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #reading the books #Hermione's Home #HP #HBP #Marauders #Wolfstar #Jilly #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Lily Evans #Peter Pettigrew #Regulus Black #Frank Longbottom #Alice Smith

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The Petite Prince: Chapter 5

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8

Chapter 5: The Treasure Hunt, Part 2

Summary: Roman is a child. Virgil and Logan lost him, and have been questing to find him for way too long. Remus loves his bro, but is feeling a bit more chaotic.

Words: 2485

Ships: Familial prinxiety, logince and Creativitwins. Eventual familial royality, roceit and DRLAMP  

Genre: Fluff with a side dose of angst

Warnings: A few swears, tiny blood mention, arguing, a mention of being unconscious, a dragon, falling, tell me if there’s any more!

Taglist: @pricklyfish777 @sunflowerblondeuwu  @itriedandimtired @draw-your-perfect-world @cemmy @battlebunnyteardropsinthesun @nonbinary-lizard-2

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The ‘twins’ were doing karaoke with the birds.

“Love is an open doo-oo-oor!”

The song was perfect for the pair, an adorable ‘love’ song for Roman, and a Disney villain tune for Remus.

Roman was grinning madly, his gap tooth showing, as his sweet little child voice perfectly nailed all of the notes.

“You’re really good at this,” Remus commented, taking a break from the song. “But Elphaba’s better.”

Cue the *o f f e n d e d p r i n c e y n o i s e s*.

“She’s a bi- she’s a bird! How can she be b- be better?”

Remus cackled. Annoying his brother was fun, even when he was a child.

He probably shouldn’t be thinking that, but still.

Quoting Virgil, sometimes I just gotta be me-an.

The smol one wacked his leg with the stick.

(Remus truly didn’t know how he kept getting it.)

“You know,” he said, “We could decorate the stick.”

That was a thing kids did right? Decorating sticks? 

Apparently it was, as Roman squealed in delight and jumped around, whilst simultaneously summoning paint and glitter and smaller sticks and a whole lot of other stuff Remus didn’t bother to acknowledge.

I would have just gotten blood.

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“Are we supposed to climb this thing?” Virgil asked incredulously.

Logan wasn’t looking at the tower, so much as the dragon. It had shimmering scales, the color of the sea, covering the entirety of its lithe body, with accents of a bright gold littered throughout. The sunset colored wings however, were the things that stuck out most.

The dragon was quite beautiful and had cool wings, in an abbreviated sentence.

It also appeared to be asleep, which was definitely a pro in this situation of cons.

“If we wish to retrieve Roman, I believe so.”

“Well, fuck.”

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Virgil for all his faults, was loyal. Or so he told himself. Janus (?!?!), when the emo was still a part of the Others, had told him that dark sides were extremely protective of what they deem to be theirs.

So he supposed it made sense that he, the literal embodiment of anxiety, was about to climb a fifty foot tower with no safety precautions, just to save the little prince.

He turned to Logan and grinned sheepishly.

“So, uh, do you want to start?”

Just because Virgil was going to do it, didn’t mean he had to go first.

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The Dragon Witch smirked slightly as she rested her scaled head atop the tower’s black roof, gazing down at the two sides.

Looked like it was time to drop the ladder.

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Logan rolled his eyes at Virgil and began to reach for the tower, not sure what he was actually going to do when he touched it, when suddenly a pile of pili fell on his head.

“What the heck?”

The sub-astute teacher looked up to see… a rope of hair?

What?

“It’s like in Tangled!” Virgil said, somewhat excitedly.

“The Disney movie?”

“The Disney movie.” Virgil nodded.

“So what do we do, climb it?”

“I mean I guess,” The Supreme Dark Overlord of Negative Commerce (That’s a throwback) paused, “Because I don’t see any stairs.”

Logan, once again, rolled his eyes.

Might as well start climbing.

And so he did.

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Roman watched LoLo begin to climb through the fly-eyes. It seemed so fun!

Maybe he could do that one day…

If Remus would let him.

Roman giggled.

He probably would.

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Remus had wanted to add a thorn bush at the bottom of the tower, to be true to the original, ya know? But the smol one hadn’t wanted them to get hurt.

Again.

So instead, he had come up with an ingenious compromise that Logan would have been proud of.

Put vines at the bottom, but make them look like thorns!

It would be so funny to see Virgil panic and try even harder not to fall, especially with the armor-

Oh yeah!

“RoRo, do you want to give them the armor now?”

The little prince nodded enthusiastically, his face scrunching up in concentration.

And then…

“I did it!”

Little did the prince know that Remus had done a slight flick of the wrist, ensuring that the metal protection would… weigh them down.

He may be my brother, and I still love and will protect him at all costs, but I am always a chaotic rat man.

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I can’t believe you acknowledged that you were a chaotic rat man.

I can.

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Patton hummed softly, twirling around as he made the brownies.

He had tried checking on Roman in his room, but the princely side hadn’t answered.

So, he decided to make brownies to give to Roman when he felt like he could talk to him again!

If he ever felt like he could…

Patton shook his head quickly, dismissing the thought.

He would! It was Roman, after all!

Patton swallowed.

It was Roman, after all…

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Logan was halfway up the tower (and the hair) when he felt a weight be placed on his body. A very heavy weight.

The logical side was now extremely glad he had made Virgil stay on the ground.

Gravity tugged a little too hard on Logan for his own liking, and then he was falling.

And falling.

And f

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Into a pile of thornbushes?

Logan inwardly groaned. It was like in the Grimm Brother’s version of the fairytale.

The prince fell into a bunch of thorns and got blinded.

I’m already blind enough, come on!

He barely registered Virgil screaming out his name through the rush of air and thoughts.

And then he landed.

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Virgil screamed as Logan fell.

He was gonna die!

Could sides even die?

He didn’t think so, but what if they could?

The emo’s mind was so filled with what ifs, that he barely registered the dumping of heavy metal on his shoulders.

It was like a weighted blanket but five times heavier.

“Oof.” He was pulled to the floor, just as Logan landed… in a pile of thorns?!

How had he not noticed that?

“Holy shit! Logan!”

He heard a groan.

“Ow.”

Virgil breathed a sigh of relief.

At least he was alive.

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You fell off a tower?!

Yes. I just said that.

How did you survive?

We’re getting to that.

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The teacher figure groaned as he opened his eyes. He wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t bleeding.

That was a good sign.

It seems I have not, in fact landed in a pile of thorns.

“Holy shit! Logan!”

Logan attempted to move his head. A fall like that could not be good for his neck.

He managed it, if only slightly, to see a raccoon-like side running, well trying to run, towards him.

“Hello, Virgil. Before you ask, no, I do not know how I am alive.”

“Are you-”

“Yes, I am indeed hurt,” Logan interrupted, “I fell twenty five feet, what did you expect?”

“I don’t… whatever. How come you’re wearing armor?”

Logan responded with a dry “You are too,” before craning his neck (ow) to see that he was, in fact, wearing a bunch of bulky metal.

It was very blue. Or indigo, depending on how specific you wanted to be.

“Why is it so heavy?”

“That’s because of Remus,” a very familiar, lilting voice answered, as weapons materialized in the boys hands.

“Oh shit,” he heard Virgil mutter.

Logan looked up (once again, ow) to see the dragon that had been sitting atop the tower flying towards them.

It let out a roar.

To mirror Virgil’s earlier words, oh shit.

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Roman stood proudly, brandishing his stick for all to see.

By all, he meant Remus and the birds, as they were the only ones left to see it.

(The other forest creatures had to go, they had told Roman, it was almost dinner time for them.)

Apparently, birds had really weird eating schedules.

Big me had a really weird eating schedule too. He only ate during the night.

That, along with the fact big him never slept at night either led to the little prince forming a rather intelligent conclusion.

Big him was nocturnal!

Like an owl!

Wait…

If Big him was nocturnal (or an owl)…

Did that mean ReeRee was too?

…

“ReeRee… are you a- you an owl? Or noc- or noc-tur-nal?”

The Duke turned.

“Also, do yo- do you li-li-li’ my stick? Its glitty-ery!”

The tiny royal’s big brother looked confused.

“No? Why? Your stick is splendiferous, by the way.”

Now it was Roman’s turn to be confused.

(He was happy with the reaction to the stick.)

“Big me is. How co-how come you aren’t?”

Maybe the lack of sleep at night isn’t something that owl’s do.

Oh! Elphaba’s leaving! Byeee!

The petite prince was so caught up in his train of thought that he didn’t see Remus’s concerned gaze.

Bye bye birdies!

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Virgil stared at the bedazzled dirk in his hand, the onyx gems glinting in the light of the fire.

Wait, fire?

The emo turned to see a large green dragon (?!?!) diving towards him, flames spewing out of its mouth.

A dragon?

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit

“Virgil! Move!” he heard a voice shouting.

But for a moment he was paralyzed.

Then, in a way that was opposite his regular behavior, he let out a battle cry and leapt towards the reptilian rapscallion (Roman would be proud), brandishing his weapon.

The dragon roared as Virgil threw one of his dirks, the sharp metal burying itself in a shimmering teal scale.

No blood emerged.

One weapon wasted.

“What the fuck are you doing, you inbecile? Run!”

For some reason, Virgil decided to ignore the admittedly good advice.

The dragon swiped at the anxious side, knocking him into the hard brick of the tower.

The scaled beast crept forward.

It poked Virgil’s head, slamming it back into the stone.

And then the world was fading to black.

Well, he knew that wasn’t good.

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Logan shut his eyes, restraining a groan of frustration.

WHY did people (metaphysical people) never listen to him?

Virgil was the smallest of the sides (apart from Roman, at the moment) and though he was fight or flight, the anxious side really didn’t know how to defend himself, especially against dragons. It also didn’t help that he only had a tiny daggers and a leaden suit of armor to protect himself.

Logan took a deep breath.

…

When the logical side’s eyes reopened, he was subjected to the view of Virgil being yeeted (slang words) into the tower.

Virgil was quickly climbing up the idiot list.

Very quickly indeed.

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Where am I on the list right now?

The same place as you were when this happened.

Where was I?

That is not important.

What? Yes it i-

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Remus was concerned. Which was weird for him.

What did the smol one mean?

An owl?

Nocturnal?

Was Roman secretly an owl? Or did his twin have a really unhealthy sleep schedule that led to negatively affecting his mood, energy levels and attention span, making him lash out in even the slightest of stressful situations whilst simultaneously causing his metaphysical human being-like health and mental health to deteriorate?

Nah, he was probably an owl.

And with that (most of) Remus’s concern washed away.

His brother was an owl.

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Roman was watching the battle through the fly-eyes. Well, battle was an over exaggeration. It was really just VeeVee getting smacked into a wall by a dragon (who looked suspiciously like the Dragon Witch Big him had killed a while ago).

The prince looked to where Logan was.

The nerd looked reeeeeally annoyed.

Probably because now he had to defeat the dragon all by himself.

What’s he gonna do?

Roman watched as the logical side got up, a broadsword appearing in his grasp.

The prince summoned a bowl of popcorn.

He should throw it. Mama should definitely throw it.

Logan threw it.

And missed.

The sword didn’t even get near it!

Come ooooon, Mama.

The dragon roared and pounced on Logan, baring its teeth.

Roman leaned forward, a handful of popcorn nearing his mouth.

This was getting good.

A drop of saliva dripped onto Logan’s face…

Aaaaaannd…

He was whisked away from the fly-eyes view by a pair of grimy hands.

“ReeRee! No fair!”

“Sorry RoRo.”

The little prince pouted, and Remus held something out to hi.

“Look I made a stick!”

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Did it work?

Did what work?

The stick. As a distraction.

It wasn’t a distraction, I just really wanted to show him my stick!

Liesssss.

It was also a distraction.

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Patton was becoming concerned.

Roman usually would have come out by now.

Maybe he decided to talk to someone else.

But who?

Definitely not Janus, for obvious reasons. Maybe Virgil?

I should check. Just to see if he’s okay.

I’ll bring the brownies.

Just in case…

And so the walk to Virgil’s room began.

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Do it for the child.

That was the mantra that Logan was repeating in his head.

He truly did not appreciate being carried through the sky in a dragon’s claws, especially since it had caused his glasses to fall off of his face.

For the last time, I’m already blind! Why is it always me?

It also didn’t help that every single part of his body was aching.

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Do it for the bean.

That was the mantra that would probably have been repeated in Virgil’s head at this moment, if he wasn’t unconscious.  

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Patton frowned.

Virgil wasn’t there.

Maybe Roman and his dark strange son were with Logan!

And so the walk to Logan’s room began.

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Remus giggled.

RoRo had forgotten about the fly-eyes almost immediately, being too distracted by the glowing stick.

He waved his hand.

A visitor (or two) was about to drop in.

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Patton furrowed his brows.

Logan wasn’t in his room either.

Were they all together?

Who else could they be with?

Remus?

It was worth a shot.

And so the walk to Remus’s room began.

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Back in the dragon witch’s claws, a fully healed, very confused Virgil awoke, and Logan felt all of his physical pain disappear, along with the stupid heavy armor.

And then they were thrown through the window of the brick monstrosity,

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As Patton twisted the door handle,

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As Virgil and Logan crashed through the floor of the tower,

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As Remus looked up to see the ceiling falling in,

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As Patton pushed open the door,

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As the left brain boys fell into the Duke’s room.

Oh boy.

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Roman looked up from the stick to see ReeRee grinning like a madman (That’s pretty normal), VeeVee and Mama sprawled on the floor (Yay! Why’s the ceiling broken?), and Da- Patton glancing around the room with a plate of brownies in his hands (ohnohonohonohonohonoh).

The petite prince was feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Wha?”

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Thanks for reading this chapter of the Petite Prince!

(And by the way, at the time of the stick distraction, Roman is around five. If you’re confused, don’t be scared to ask.)

Any and all feedback is appreciated!

#sanders sides #thomas sanders sides #tss #the petite prince #baby roman #roman sanders #ts roman #remus sanders #ts remus #virgil sanders #ts virgil #logan sanders #ts logan #patton sanders #ts patton

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Aruru Pt 2 (Hakuno, Gilgamesh, Enkidu)

Previously: 1

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One story.

And then another story.

Then one more story, because ummum was staying up very late this evening to tell stories and she just wouldn’t fall asleep.

Aruru stared up at the woman, waiting patiently for the moment that her ummum would drift off and let her have time for fun. She’d made these plans carefully. She needed her ummum to just close her eyes and dream happy dreams about adventures and magic and family.

“Aruru,” her mother murmured, leaning in close.

“Night, ummum,” she murmured back, kissing her mom’s cheeks and watching those eyes hover to a close.

Ah! But this was ummum. She was really smart and had special, divine powers. She was like a goddess, able to sense everything before it happened. That was why she had to wait, listening to the sounds of the kingdom outside and to the few people that would shout into the night. She had to feel her ummum’s heart beating gently, just to make sure that she was entirely asleep before she did anything.

With that done, Aruru slipped slowly from bed.

She pulled on her best robes, the ones her ummum had made using her favorite two colors.

The jewelry came next.

She’d learned a lot about royal people from being in this place and royal people always had to wear their jewelry when meeting with diplomats and with other royals. They had to behave appropriately, standing tall and proud, answering questions honestly and proving themselves to be brave and powerful.

Everyone in the kingdom seemed to think her abum was the most powerful and smartest man in all of the universe. Even smarter than the gods too!

Her eyes drifted once more over to where her ummum slept.

Ummum would not like this. She was always talking about how dangerous it was to spend time with the king and she had those strange eyes when she talked about him. While she didn’t really listen to what her ummum said, the sight of all that water threatening to fall out of her ummum’s eyes was enough to have kept her from going to meet this man.

Until tonight, that is.

He had kissed too many ladies that were not her ummum.

Her teacher had said that kissing was meant for the person you marry, because otherwise it would hurt the person you marry and they would waste away into nothing.

Well, if he was kissing not ummum, then she needed to help him stop.

Immediately.

It was for the safety of her mom that she did this.

With a nod to the reflection glass, Aruru opened the doors to the hallway and crept out.

It didn’t sound like anyone was still awake.

There was the sound of the owls and the night animals, moving about in their frenzy of activities. She could hear the wind since they were high enough up in the air in the building. There were flickers of the flames in the torches as Aruru meandered the halls.

Now, where was that king?

He had been near her favorite garden, but the building looked bigger at night.

Maybe she should have investigated more.

The hallways were large, reaching up to the heavens above her and making it so that the stairs to get to the next floor were large and tiring to walk up. She had looked up at all the big statues and fabrics that adorned the walls, knowing that somewhere out there, there was a really tall person that went around and just hung things up for a living.

It sounded like a neat job, but their handiwork was even darker at night.

The warm and nice fabrics now hung high over her head, like great dark portals letting lions and nightmares into the room. She could see the statues, but their glittery claws and shiny teeth were now glinting in the light of the torches, their eyes following her as she walked passed them.

No, she ran by the end of the one hallway, slipping around the corner and panting slightly.

Her eyes looked to her left.

The sound that came out of her was a squeak of a scream, quickly covered by her hands as she looked deep into the garnet eyes of an anzu bird statue. The great lion’s head was baring its teeth, leaning in close enough that it could have taken a bite if it were real.

Real or not, she still fell on her rump.

She still felt her heart racing as she tried to tell herself it was okay.

Ummum was near.

Abum was near.

She was fine.

Monsters weren’t really real. There was nothing that was inhuman that lingered anywhere near Uruk. Everywhere was safe and sound, especially-

“What is this?”

She saw the flash of green and squeaked again, feeling her stomach churn as she tried to flee.

A pair of strange claylike hands were holding her though, pulling her back little by little.

“LET ME GO!”

“Hmm?”

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”

The being was huge, enormous. This was the one that hung all the tall things that she would never be able to reach. Their eyes didn’t gleam in the light like a human being. Their face was too smooth, neither a girl or a boy. They were too strange, too still.

Monster.

They were a monster!

She opened her mouth to scream when a door opened nearby.

Aruru froze.

She was locked in the hands of an absolute monster, one who was taller than the gods and the mountains and stiller than the earth and the deep blue skies. And then the person she had wanted to see so bad, the man she was needing to find to save her ummum from being sad forever, was standing right there, his smirk dying as he looked down at her.

Aruru yanked her arm out of the monster’s grip.

She kicked at them before rushing forward and wrapping her arms around her abum.

“Help.”

The word came out in a hiccup, her grip tightening on her abum.

A hand pressed lightly to her head.

“Enkidu, explain.”

“I don’t get it either,” the monster replied, making her glare over at them. “I came back to grab some things for Shamhat and found the little one scared of the statues.”

Aruru could feel her hair being brushed, a little bit of tugging making her wince.

“She didn’t dye it. I’d smell the strange chemicals.”

“Look to me.”

Her father lifted her chin, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks as he looked her over.

“…These are mine. What are you doing with these?”

“Ummum gave me this stuff.”

“Ummum?”

“Ummum is your wife. Your best wife…”

The man glanced to the monster again.

“…Do you not remember ummum? She has brown hair, brown eyes. She makes you eat all your food at meals and you have to make sure to study or she gets really upset and gets quiet because she didn’t have so many opportunities and she thinks you shouldn’t waste them.”

“Hmmm…”

“You know ummum’s ummum face,” Aruru argued. “The one she makes that’s like this!”

Aruru scowled, just like she’d seen her ummum do.

In response, the king snickered, those eyes lighting up.

“I know that look.”

“Good. Then let’s make the bad guy go away and then we can lay with ummum and sleep.”

“I think I have another plan,” the man mused. Aruru found herself turned around, marched up to the being whom stood in waiting. “Apologize for calling Enkidu a bad guy and for shouting when they had done nothing to you.”

“But-“

The flash of a look made her whimper, her eyes drifting back to the being that was now lowering themselves to her level.

“…Sorry…”

“Enkidu, did you hear something?” Her father drawled.d

“I, Aruru of Uruk, apologize for calling you a bad guy. You are tall and you look strange and you scare me, but Abum is here and Abum will keep me safe until Ummum gets up.”

“I scare you?”

Aruru felt herself nudged forward, a throat clearing making it clear she had to do something else.

“Am I really that scary?”

The monster leaned in, those strange eyes roaming over her face as they took her hands into their own.

“I am here to protect your abum and ummum. I am Enkidu, the friend of your abum’s.”

“Do not coddle this behavior, Enkidu.”

“May I have a hug?”

Aruru just stared at the being a moment before she moved to hug her father. Her eyes closed.

She shook her head.

“Tomorrow she will give you a proper morning hug,” the king told him. “For tonight, I have maidens to remove from my bed and a daughter to learn about. I imagine this conversation will take a while-“

“What about ummum?”

“She will come in the morning. After all, she has indulged you and your wellbeing to a deep extreme.”

There was something off about that, but a kiss to her forehead had her tongue tied and her mind easily influenced.

This was her abum, after all.

And he seemed to like her.

#drabble #drabbles

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A Royal Problem Chap. 6- Dead Bird Studios

So another long fanfic for you all. However, this time I ended up cutting this chapter into two parts. I thought I was going to end up taking a long time for this chapter since I never wrote the bird directors before, but after playing around with an idea, it seemed easy. I did come up with a lot for this chapter, so much so that this chapter could have ended up being over 10 pages. Now I don’t mind writing over 10 page fanfics, but this was probably going to be almost 20 if I did all the ideas for it.

Just for comfort, I decided to split this chapter into two parts. One because I wasn’t going to write an extremely long fanfic, and two since we’re focusing on the bird director’s it makes a lot of sense to have the first part focusing on one of them and the next one on the other director.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the chapter!!

It was a brand new day and the kids were all enjoying breakfast. As they ate, Hat Kid was thinking of what they can do today besides heading on over to Subcon. She wasn’t sure if the royal kids wanted to do something fun, but after what happened the kids definitely needed some cheering up. Where to go, however, was a problem.

From her knowledge, Hat Kid for sure wasn’t going to take them to the Metro.

Not in a million years!

Hat Kid could take them to Mafia Town, she could introduce them to Mustache Girl, or Mu as she liked to be called and they can spend time together. Though from what she heard from C.C, Mafia has been hunting down Mu, and some still aren’t too pleased with Hat Kid. She didn’t want to bring the royal kids over there as they would get involved with what the Mafia has in store for them.

She could take them to Alpine Skyline, but Hat Kid wasn’t sure if she could deal with Vanessa’s behavior if they went hiking on the mountains.

That only left Dead Bird Studios. Hat Kid didn’t mind the studio. In fact she had a lot of fun working on the movies with DJ Grooves and Conductor, despite the rivalry between the two. Even though she made DJ win the Bird Movie Awards this year, and Conductor attacked her because of it. After everything, the three finally got along, sort of. Conductor and DJ still have their rivalry, but they still cared for Hat Kid when they found out she lived alone and her family wasn’t around.

Though, there was this one problem. What did Conductor and DJ Grooves do after the Bird Movie Awards we’re done? Do they go on break? Or, did they make another movie for next year’s Bird Movie Awards?

With that in her mind, she now had to decide between Mafia Town or Dead Bird Studios.

Snatcher paused in the middle of eating and saw Hat Kid thinking, not touching the rest of her breakfast. “Hey kiddo?” Hat Kid snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at Snatcher. “You okay? You barely touched breakfast.” He asked.

Hat Kid looked down at her plate and saw she only ate half of her breakfast. “Y-yeah. I’m fine.” She told them. “I’m just thinking about what we should do today.”

Snatcher and Vanessa looked at one another and back at Hat Kid. “What is our plan today? More Time Piece shard finding?” Snatcher asked.

Hat Kid gave them a smile. “Not really. I figured today let’s do something fun! I can hold off Time Piece shard hunting for one day!” She told them. This gave Snatcher and Vanessa a smile as they wouldn’t run into Moonjumper again.

“What are we doing today?” Vanessa asked.

“Visiting a few friends of mine.” Hat Kid replied.

Snatcher smiled and crossed his arms. “Which friends? I know everyone on the planet is your friend.” Snatcher said, rolling his eyes.

Hat Kid chuckled, rubbing the back of her head. “Not sure, haven’t thought about where yet.” She went back to thinking between visiting Mafia Town or Dead Bird Studios. Hat Kid had to make a flowchart in her head to think where she and the royal kids could go for the day.

It took a minute, and Hat Kid made a good choice on where to go. It was the only place where the kids wouldn’t have to face danger, plus the friends she’ll meet wouldn’t kill her now and also love kids! “Never mind, I know where we’re going, but first finish breakfast and we’ll get going!”

“Done!” Hat Kid looked at the royal kids who finished their meal quickly so they could spend time with Hat. She was surprised by the kids, as they were raised royal and proper and this wasn’t royal and proper. Hat Kid giggled and smiled seeing the kids were ready to go for the day.

Hat Kid did the dishes and took the royal kids to the machine room. She pointed the telescope towards the entrance of the studio and smiled. “You two ready?” She asked. Snatcher and Vanessa nodded as Hat Kid teleported the three of them to Dead Bird Studios.

The three made it to the studio, with Hat Kid and Vanessa landing on their feet, despite the latter almost losing balance, but Hat Kid made sure she didn’t fall. Snatcher however, still didn’t know how to land and ended up landing on the girls. Hat Kid chuckled, but Vanessa glared at the former ghost.

“Thanks for breaking my fall girls!” Snatcher beamed.

“Don’t mention it.” Vanessa grumbled. She pushed Snatcher off her and Hat Kid and slowly got up. Hat Kid helped Snatcher and Vanessa up and dusted them off. Vanessa looked around the place and was impressed by all the bright lights. “Where are we?”

“My job!” Hat Kid replied with a smile.

Snatcher turned to Hat Kid, surprised. “Wait, you had a job? Before me, your BFF?” He asked, acting hurt.

Hat Kid nodded. “Yep,.”

Snatcher snickered, “So what was your job, a janitor? Assistant to bring the directors food?”

“An actress!?”

Vanessa smiled joyfully hearing Hat Kid was a star, while Snatcher was flabbergasted over what Hat Kid just told them. “You were a movie star?” Snatcher asked. Hat Kid smiled and went on to explain how she got to do movies for Dead Bird Studios, before heading over to Subcon and meeting Snatcher. She went on to explain the kinds of movies she did, the directors, and who won. Though she did leave out how one of the director’s tried to kill her after the awards. Snatcher chuckled and crossed his arms impressed that Hat Kid had a career before being the hero of the planet.

Just before they were about to go inside a penguin with an afro came out stunned seeing Hat Kid and the royal kids.”Darling!” He shouted.

“DJ!” Hat Kid shouted back. She and DJ Grooves gave a high five, or high flipper in DJ’s case with each other, and it ended up with the two creating a secret handshake.

“I’m so glad you're back! I’ve been wondering where you've been since you said you were continuing your mission!” He said in his loud upbeat voice.

Hat Kid chuckled. “I have, but,” she paused to rub her arm, “got into a bit of a delay.” DJ then turned towards Snatcher and Vanessa realizing what the delay was. The royal kids gave a nervous wave towards the DJ director.

“Why, Darling?” DJ spoke peeking out of his shades. “Who are these little darlings?”

Hat Kid smiled, “DJ these are my siblings; Vanessa and Luke. They’ve been staying on my ship for a couple of days now, hence why I haven’t come to visit.” She lied. However, like she practiced she kept a straight face, hoping DJ will believe her.

She was relieved when DJ did believe her and ruffled the kids heads. “Well, I see the resemblance! Both have that smile like you have, darling!” He commented. Vanessa smiled blushing a bit at the compliment, while Snatcher smiled nervously.

Hat Kid chuckled. “They sure do.” She said smiling nervously. It surprised Hat Kid, DJ didn’t know that she was acting and Snatcher and Vanessa weren’t really her siblings. However, if DJ believed it, that was fine though she did want to tell someone the truth about them.

“Well, why don’t you three come on and we can continue talking there.” DJ said. Hat, Snatcher and Vanessa followed the moon penguin director inside the studio.

The inside of Dead Bird Studios was relaxing then it was when Hat Kid arrived. Many of the Moon Penguins and Express Owls were talking and getting along like there was no feud between them. Hat Kid rubbed her eyes to make sure she was at the right to studio or if the Time Piece that broke caused some weird Time fixation.

“Everyone is so peaceful.” Hat Kid noted. “Last time I was here, you and Conductor were arguing over who was going to win the award.”

DJ laughed. “Well something you don’t know darling, after the awards are over is when the studio is at peace. Until next year’s award ceremony and then it's back to square one!” He explained.

“Which is when?” Vanessa asked, curious but interested in the feud.

DJ shrugged. “Whenever, sometimes in a month or two. The longest we had was 6 months.” DJ Grooves replied.

“That’s interesting.” Snatcher noted.

“So you and Conductor don’t fight?” Hat Kid asked.

DJ laughed. “Oh darling, Conductor and I have always fought even when the rest of the cast and crew are on break.” He replied.

Hat Kid sighed. “Of course.” She added. She knew of Conductor’s personality and even if someone tried to force them or ask peacefully Conductor would not make peace with DJ Grooves. Heck even Hat Kid tried after her battle with Conductor. Though she shouldn’t blame it all on Conductor, Hat Kid wasn’t even sure if DJ would also accept the peace treaty as well.

Speaking of Conductor, Hat Kid didn’t see him anywhere in the studio. “Where’s Conductor anyways?” Hat Kid asked.

“Traveling, he does it every time we go on break. He uses his train and travels all over, stays in one place for a month and leaves again till the announcement of the next awards and then comes back here and we end up feuding again.” DJ Grooves explained.

Hat Kid nodded, believing everything DJ said. “So Conductor left for a bit?” Hat Kid asked.

“Not yet, he’s leaving soon.” DJ reminded her. Hat Kid nodded, she wished to see Conductor as well before he left. Vanessa and Snatcher saw Hat Kid’s expression and looked at each other both giving a smile as they both had a plan. “Well we can talk more in my quarters darling.” DJ yelled as he left for his part of the studio.

Hat Kid was just about to follow DJ, but she saw Vanessa and Snatcher sneaking away from her. Glaring, she grabbed the two and started to drag them to DJ’s office. “Oh no you two. You're not sneaking off on my watch!” She scolded. Vanessa and Snatcher groaned as Hat Kid dragged them to DJ Grooves’s quarters.

Once they got there, Hat Kid and the royal kids sat down at a desk as DJ sat on his own chair facing the three kids. “So what brings you and your family here?” DJ asked.

“It's just me and my siblings here.” Hat Kid told him. “I just thought of taking them around the planet to meet up with my friends.” She explained. As she Snatcher and Vanessa smiled and nodded to agree with Hat Kid’s statement.

DJ chuckled and smiled. “Well I hope they’ve been enjoying their stay here.”

“Oh, they have!” Hat Kid replied. “A few bumps here and there, but so far so good.”

“Yep!” Vanessa added.

“So what about your parents?” DJ asked.

Hat Kid’s eyes widen. She never told anyone about the fate of her parents. Quickly, she had to think of something, something that DJ would believe in and hoped he didn’t ask anymore questions. “Well, my parents had to be called on an important mission, and since no one was around to watch my little brother and sister. My parents had to find me in space to teleport them over here.” She lied. Hat Kid hoped DJ believed it, and it wasn’t helping as Snatcher and Vanessa nodded smiling like her.

“Well, why couldn’t the kids use their spaceship to fly over and find you?” DJ asked again.

“Knew it.” Hat Kid thought. More questions and more “answers” to give. “Well, my siblings haven’t gotten their license to pilot the ship yet. They're still in training.”

DJ then turned to the royal kids. “It's true!” Snatcher replied, adding on to the lie. “Flying those things are hard.”

DJ smiled and ruffled Snatcher’s head. “Well don’t worry darling’s little brother, you’ll be flying those ships in no time!” He reassured Snatcher..

Snatcher chuckled. “T-thanks.” He replied.

“Well.” DJ started as he clapped his flippers. “Since you're here darling, why don’t we talk about future movie ideas that will help me win next year’s award!” He beamed.

This surprised Hat Kid and the royal kids. “Aren’t you guys on break?” Hat Kid asked.

“Of course we are!” DJ answered. “That doesn’t mean we can talk about the ideas I have.” He then placed a stack of scripts and movie ideas on the table. The pile was so big, the kids couldn’t see DJ anymore.

“This is more than the books I have back home!” Snatcher commented.

Hat Kid was in shock that the Moon Penguin of a director came up with so many movie ideas. “DJ, did you come up with all this before the Bird Movie Awards or after?” Hat Kid asked.

“Which Bird Movie Award?” DJ asked, peaking out of his shades.

Hat Kid’s expression dropped. “You mean to tell me you had these ideas since you became a director?” She questioned.

“Why darling!” DJ beamed putting his hands together. “You're so smart! I’ve had these ideas for a while, some I used, some I haven’t, and some well I came up with in between!” He explained.

“So.” Vanessa started grabbing a script. “We’re going through all of this?”

DJ chuckled. “Not really, I just need to know which idea sounds better so it can be a winner for next year!”

Vanessa and Snatcher glared turning to Hat Kid, who chuckled nervously. “I made the wrong mistake coming here.” She thought to herself.

For the next hour or so, DJ went through all of his movie ideas, explaining the plot and such. All Hat Kid, Vanessa and Snatcher had to do was give their opinion if it would sound good or not. It was hard for Vanessa and Snatcher, mainly Vanessa to come up with an opinion due to the fact that movies were rare in Subcon during their time. Snatcher was able to come up with an opinion on some movies, thanks to once being an active soul stealing ghost, so he was able to come up with his opinions on some.

However, the two royals started to get bored, and Hat Kid was ready to fall asleep. Since DJ Grooves kept on talking, Snatcher and Vanessa smirked ready to ditch this place and look around the studio. Slowly, they got out of their seat and quietly left the office. DJ or Hat Kid didn’t notice and soon Snatcher and Vanessa left DJ’s part of the studio.

Vanessa sighed in relief. “Finally we got out of there!” She shouted.

“I thought the more time we were there, we would eventually become ghosts again!” Snatcher agreed in response.

“Now what do we do as we wait?” Vanessa asked.

“Easy, we find this Conductor and tell him kiddo wants to see him before he leaves.” Snatcher explained.

“How do we find him? He could have left at this point!” Vanessa reminded him.

Snatcher thought about it for a bit and went to look around for someone who had answers about Conductor’s wearabouts. Out of all the birds who were busy talking and being buddy, buddy with one another, he found one in the front desk reading a magazine. “Excuse me, sir?” Snatcher asked. The bird looked at the young kids, peeking from the magazine. “Um, where exactly is the station to where Conductor’s train is?”

The bird put the magazine down and faced the two kids. “Why do you ask?” The bird asked getting close to the former ghost.

“Well, um…” Snatcher stuttered. He wished he was a ghost again, so it would be easier to take his soul, but being a kid again he forgot how nervous he got when answering questions.

Luckily for him, Vanessa was able to answer. “We just have a question for him. We’re family towards Hat Kid, the star with the hat?” She told the bird.

The bird thought for a second and remembered. “Oh the lassie! Well, the train station isn’t too far from the studio, but you better hurry, Conductor leaves in 5 minutes.” He explained to the kids.

“Thank you.” Vanessa replied, giving a smile. She grabbed Snatcher’s hand and dragged him outside of the studio. They looked around and smiled seeing a train station nearby. Still holding Snatcher’s hand, she ran towards the station, but stopped seeing so many people and birds boarding the train. “Great, how do we find him now!” Complained Vanessa.

Snatcher looked around, and came up with an idea. “Stay quiet and follow me.” He whispered. Now it was his turn to grab Vanessa’s hand, and while they didn’t run, they slowly and quietly went inside the train to look for Conductor.

Inside the train was more crowded than it was outside, with that it was easier to sneak by without trying to get caught. “Alright, now how are we going to find the Conductor and what he looks like?” Vanessa asked.

“Don’t worry I know what he looks like.” Snatcher reminded her. The two walked towards the back of the train hoping to find the director there. However, they couldn’t find the director in the first wagon of the train..

Vanessa gulped and held on to Snatcher tight. “Luke, where are we now?” Vanessa asked.

“On the train.” Snatcher answered.

Vanessa glared. “I know we’re on a train, but what part of the train!?” She questioned. Soon, a luggage fell in front of them making the young princess yelp and jumped on Snatcher’s back. The former ghost grunted as the young girl climbed on him, which made both kids fall.

Out from the luggage were three black cats, in masks. Snatcher recognized them and glared. These cats were from an organization called the Nyakuza. They’ve dropped by Subcon a few times, mostly just to fool around or look for some riches from the manor, but Snatcher was able to scare them off or take a few souls from them if any of  Nyakuza got a bit wordy at him.

“Next time, we sneak on board we’re wearing disguises.” One Nyakuza cat said, dizzy from the fall.

The other Nyakuza cat with an eye patch glared and shook the smaller member. “Oh relax, Sumi. We didn’t get hit that hard!” He shouted.

Sumi mewled and looked down. “Well it did hurt.”

The third member, who was much smaller than the two got up and froze seeing Snatcher and Vanessa. “Uh guys.” The third member said.

The two cats turned to their smallest member, “What Coal?” They both asked. Coal gulped and pointed at the royal kids.

“Uh hello there.” Vanessa said, waving to the cats.

The three Nyakuza members faced the young kids and soon Sumi got nervous. “Oh great, what do we do now Meowjima?” Sumi whispered to the  cat with the eye patch.

“Act natural. If we don’t say much they won’t expect a thing.” Meowjima whispered back. Sumi and Coal nodded and faced the royal kids with a smile. “Why hello there little princess.”

Vanessa giggled at the nickname, but Snatcher glared. He knew these cats are nothing but trouble and were planning something. He could smell it. “Hello adorable little kitties.” Vanessa replied.

“Vanessa.” Snatcher whispered. “Be careful, these cats are dangerous.”

Vanessa glared at Snatcher and turned back towards the cats. “What brings you here on the train?” Vanessa asked the Nyakuza cats and ignored Snatcher’s warning. Snatcher groaned, shaking his head.

“Oh you know a vacation, we need a break from our boss.” Sumi told the young girl.

Coal turned to Sumi, “Wait, aren’t we here to steal from the passengers?” Coal asked.

Meowjima kicked the smaller cat. “Shut up.” He growled.

“Aha!” Snatcher shouted. “I knew it! I know all about your little gang, Nyakuza!”

The three cats smirked and pulled out their bats. “So you do know about us.” Sumi said.

Vanessa whimpered, as Snatcher put his arm in front of her to protect her. “I do.”

“Luke, who are they?” Vanessa asked, scared over what she thought were cute little cats.

The three cats then jumped, as Vanessa cried in fear, but Snatcher hugged her to protect her. However, he didn’t feel a claw on them. Instead the cats jumped towards the door and closed it, locking it from the other side.

“Hey!” Snatcher shouted. He tried going to the door, but couldn’t open it. “H-help! Someone! Were locked in here!” Snatcher yelled hoping any of the passengers would hear them. Things got worse when the train started to move and left the station with three evil cats and two kids locked inside a wagon.

Meanwhile, back at Dead Bird Studios. DJ finally got done with the first pile of movie scripts. He would have gone through more, but he was hungry and needed to relax his voice for a bit. “Well I guess that’s enough for the day! Thanks for the help darling!” DJ beamed. He didn’t hear Hat Kid’s reply and when he went to check he saw the young girl was asleep. Taking a deep breath, DJ decided to wake up the child. “KID!” DJ shouted. Hat Kid jolted awake falling from her seat. She groaned and rubbed her head. “Oops, sorry darling.” He apologized.

“Don’t worry DJ. Your fine.” Hat Kid reassured him. She gave a yawn as she got back up, putting on her signature hat. “We should get going. Come on…” Hat Kid paused when she looked to see the seats Vanessa and Snatcher were sitting on we're now empty. “Uh DJ? Did you see where the kids went?”

DJ looked up from the stack of papers and saw the empty seats. “Nope, I was busy talking about my ideas.” He replied.

Hat Kid started to panic, she didn’t know why, but she got this feeling in her stomach that something happened to Snatcher and Vanessa. “Oh peck.” She whispered.

#ahit #ahit au #a hat in time #A Hat in Time AU #A Royal Problem #A Royal Problem AU #Hat Kid #Snatcher #ahit the prince #Queen Vanessa #DJ Grooves #ahit nyakuza #Meowjima

[ventura-starlight]

The Love They Never Had [part 3 REWRITE]

Gif not mine I has no talent

A/N: So yeah I’m back with this part again. Honestly, with the last version of this part, I rushed it cause I felt like I wasn’t producing enough writings for you guys. Now I realize how crappy that last part was. I also forgot to tag anything on it so that didn’t help much either. Due to the Covid-19 pandemic, I have gone through some issues that have taken away all my creativity. I’ve gone through many panic attacks and crying sessions. One of my friends tried to commit suicide recently. She is super upset with me because I called the police to check on her and make sure she hadn’t hurt herself. Needless to say, I haven’t really been in a great mood to write or draw. Now I’m feeling a little better and I’m determined to write this. Please enjoy this. I love you all!

Pairing: Dad!Draco Malfoy x Professor!Reader

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Your POV:

The cold of Hogsmeade but at my bones as I was fuming with anger. Draco Malfoy told me to ignore my duties of being a teacher. I had been trying to support his child for weeks and this is the thanks I got? I walked the streets alone for a while before deciding I would go to my parent’s house. I hadn’t seen them in so long and I missed them terribly. I trudged into my childhood home cold and tired. 

“My Y/N/N, how are you, my dear?” my mother inquired. I told her of my first semester. I told her of the students and teachers I met, the fun moments and stressful ones. I yawned and decided to retire to my old room. Not much had changed. The posters and drawings had been taken down but the dark blue remained on the walls. The carpet still as soft as I remembered. I took a look at the pictures that littered the dresser. Silly photos of my old friends and trips were scattered across the top. Knickknacks from school. A candle that I got as a Christmas present from a classmate in my 5th year. I smiled at the old memories when I saw another photo. Draco and I, laughing and smiling. His eyes held that sparkle that seemed to be gone the last time I saw him. I grabbed some paper and a quill that had been abandoned at my desk and began to write.

~*~

Dear Draco,

I do apologize for my behavior earlier today. I think we should discuss how to handle your son’s situation so you feel comfortable with our relationship. I have missed talking to you and hope to see you soon. Let me know what time would work for you to meet. I hope you are enjoying Scorpius home again. 

Thank you, Professor Y/N L/N.

~*~

I signed the letter and intended to deliver it in the morning. It was late after all and I didn’t want to be rude. I changed into my pajamas and got in my bed, drifting into a deep sleep.

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Draco POV:

Was my approach to her too harsh? Was I too cold? I’m a mess. It was nice seeing Scorpius so happy. Seeing Y/N was nice too. Her bright eyes and sweet smile hadn’t changed since Hogwarts. The Y/H/L Y/H/C complimented her face beautifully. What was I saying? Y/N L/N was one of my closest friends growing up. I felt partially responsible for the rift between us. I just got so busy and with Astoria I never wanted her to feel bad. Seeing Y/N so happy and free, well, it brought me back to the last few years at Hogwarts. As I was slowly falling apart (same Dray) she never quit trying to help me. Smiling and helping me with whatever I needed. She was the shoulder I cried on and made everything a bit more worthwhile.

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I lied in my bed staring at the ceiling for a while. Thoughts and ideas raced through my mind. Guilt and regret filled my brain as the light of the sun slowly crept into the window of my room. Sighing I threw my legs off the side of my bed and sat up. Rubbing my face I squinted looking out of the window. A brown spotted owl was flying towards the manor. As it got closer I recognized it as the Y/L/N family’s owl. I stood as the owl tapped the glass. Opening the window I thanked the bird and gave it a little treat. As it began flying away, I closed the glass and opened the letter. As I scanned the parchment realization dawned on me. I had a chance to make this right. Rushing over to the desk I began writing in hopes that better things would come.

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@70swonderpoisonstark​ @anotheronebitestheskye​ @brian-roger-deaky-and-fred​ @brianmydear​ @casuallywriting​ @fantasticnewtimagines​ @silversslytherin​ @audreylovesashton706​ @hunter-with-a-tardis​ @ghullehh​ @perrythefrickinplatypus​ @living-through-the-fictional​ @fire-in-her-veinz​ @regalillegal​

#draco malfoy fan fiction #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #Harry Potter #DRACO IS MISUNDERSTOOD #chesley-cant-deal

[autumn-foxfire]

Y'know I was trying to make a Villain!Hawks au, and I considered having him be a mercenary and work for Overhaul, but I wasn't sure if either of them would accept. It'd kinda depend on what Hawks' personality would have been like, way before the Commission. And so far I've just seen emitter quirks, would Overhaul be chill with very physical constant wings? But still, the possibilities. I think Hawks could make a terrifying bodyguard too. (1/7)

And the possibility of seeing Aizawa and Deku have to fight him? Fun. I wanna see them panic over how fast he is. (We've seen villains do it in canon, let's try heroes.) #spookybirdhawksrights. If villains can make good heroes, then the reverse is true too. Not sure how good his quirk use would be though. In all honesty, this particular brand of Villain!Hawks is just me thinking of that one super hot villain au fanart, and wanting to see heroes gleefully stomped on and fail. (2/7)

Where he's just as smart and effective as in canon, but more evil. And then I try to tone it down because he never saved those people in this timeline so he'd have to be different anyways. So so! I also thought of him joining the League, which came before this. Since Overhaul mentioned some old guards talking about AFO, who was an urban legend in his generation. And Hawks and him should be close enough to the same-ish age. (3/7)

So I was like 'oh Thief Takami totally must've known about AFO' and I would hope if he had any braincells, to warn Keigo to not get involved. Not that anyone in the Lov even knew AFO was the mastermind behind the sound-only screen. But I think Thief Hawks could be fun to explore too, same as being in the League early. And then I switched over to 'Thief Hawks, but he's still as quiet as manga Keigo, constant blank expression (like not-acting manga Hawks) (4/7)

Bird-like (perching! If his dad had more mutations you could say he copied behavior, but we see him holding his hand like a bird while walking with Endeavor to Hakata Station.) This Hawks gets wrapped up with Gentle and La Brava! No where near as socially competent as his manga self, and I wanna think he has some kind of goodness in him. Say his dad still got arrested by Endeavor. (5/7)

Hawks learned a few things about surviving on the streets watching him, did his best for a few years and now Gentle has a son named Takami Keigo. Pls, he can easily help them escape with his feathers. He's flashy-looking, like canon Hawks, he'd like trying to hide his face, give him a high-collar jacket or hoodie. Loose/baggy? clothing here too. (6/7)

He can also carry their recording equipment for a cool birds-eye view. Also picture it being 4am, perching on the table. Someone walks in, the rooms dark and he turns his head like an owl (not 180! Just in a slow, spooky bird way. Or quick, snap to attention reflexes?) eyes glowing amber, just sipping some tea. This technically counts as Vigilante!Hawks too. (7/7)

Response under the cut ^w^

I’m not a big fan of villain hawks really, due to the fact that canon had him saving people when he was a kid and as such suggested that saving people has always been in his nature.

That said, I don’t mind exploring the idea in fanfiction!

One I love to explore is the idea that Hawks was raised to be a ‘villain’ or thief before that incident happened. But even if he was raised a thief, I feel like he would do it for others, like steal food and money for children living in the slums like him. Hawks seems to be selfless like that.

You have some interesting and cute ideas though! Especially the Gentle and La Brava one! Hawks helping La Brava get wide angle shots for the video and giving Gentle tips on how to be an actual thief. Not to mention bird traits are always a plus!

(I am interested to see Hawks without his PR training, I think it would be similar to all the times we see him brooding and contemplating and giving small but genuin smiles to others. The large grins and free laughs are reserved for the people he truly cares about and actually know him.)

#bnha #bnha hawks #thanks for the ask #anon w #Anonymous

[cielofics]

(Old) ICMSAR Omake II

WARNING(S): OCC's, Parent!bashing, depressing!thoughts, suicidal!tendencies,

NOTES: "Japanese" "Italian" Thinking 'Tsuna's eye speak' [Written Text] -Ghost speak-

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Amano Akira does.

On a bright, sunny morning; when the trees are whistling, birds are chirping, one can certainly say that it is a very peaceful morning for the citizens of Namimori.

"REBORN! I'LL KILL YOU!"

-Or not.

Now why would anybody, so early in the morning, be shouting such threats to our dear favorite sadistic hitman tutor?

For that my dear readers, we need to go back in time

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[Night]

Silence.

Usually, the Sawada household is known to be the noisiest house ever in Namimori due to the exotic people living there together. Gunshots, yelling, bombs, grenade could be seen flying all over the house and no matter the time, any of those could be heard. So why is that it's deadly silent now?

Maybe it could be because Sawada Ienari is away for a soccer match or maybe because the Sawada Nana is taking for a friend who fell ill and will be staying with her? Maybe it's because Fuuta, and I-pin and Bianchi are currently staying at Nebesa for who knows what reason?

But that makes no sense since there are other exotic members still present in the household. Sawada Tsunayoshi with his demon-in-disguise partner, Reborn, the ever faithful and loyal puppy, Gokudera Hayato, the oblivious to the core baseball player, Yamamoto Takeshi, the snotty and the loudest/youngest member, Lambo Bovino, the pineapple family, Rokudo Mukuro and Chrome Dokuro and lastly the skylark, Hibari Kyoya.

Why is it that Gokudera is not having a one-sided fight with Yamamoto? Why is Lambo not trying to kill Reborn? Why are Mukuro and Kyoya not fighting? Why is Chrome fidgeting more? Why is Reborn not trying to do anything sadistic?

Why is Sawada Tsunayoshi emitting such a dangerous KI?

Maybe that seems to be the reason why everyone is silent. Maybe the strong bloodlust emitting from the usually kind and cheerful brunet is the cause to everyone's unusual behavior.

Reborn, who is forever going to deny of even being a teensy tiny bit of scared from the brunet, decided to break the silence.

"Tsuna... is something wrong?" asked Reborn albeit hesitantly. Considering how Tsuna was mercilessly cutting the vegetables as though they were human heads was plainly... terrifying. What's more, you could definitely hear words that the brunet is muttering like murder, maid dress, grenades, reptiles, wild animals etc.  

Tsuna stopped cutting vegetables and Reborn swore that he saw an imaginary light bulb appear on the brunet's head.

"Ne Reborn..." asked Tsuna. Everyone straightened further; not liking how sickeningly sweet the brunet's voice sounded.  

"Do you want to help me murd- I mean tort- I mean tutor, Ienari?"

He definitely was about to say "murder" and "torture," wasn't he?!

Silence prevailed again. Most probably to let the sentence sink in.

Once it did, all hell broke loose.

Gokudera, Chrome and Yamamoto froze. Lambo spit out the drink he was drinking that landed on Gokudera's face yet he did not do a thing. Mukuro and Kyoya widened their eyes. Reborn looked at Tsuna with a weird glint in his eyes.

Everybody thought of one thing. Is he finally going to take revenge?

"Sure... but why" Reborn asked tilting his fedora upwards to meet his partner's eyes, which, by the way, were cold as ice.

"Stress Relieving." That one word was enough to bring chills within the rest.

Tsuna started chuckling evilly and everyone else could only pray to God to never be subjugated to Tsuna's punishment when he wants to 'relieve stress.'

'.'.'.'.'.'.'.' The Next Day '.'.'.'.'.'.'.'

XXX.....[3 A.M].....XXX

2 demons entered a certain blonde's room, who was blissfully unaware of his impending doom. The two demons glanced at each other and one took out a rope while the other a duct tape. It was then, you could clearly see the smirk on their faces as they proceeded towards the blonde.

This will be fun...

XXX.....[6 A.M].....XXX

Ring¬ Ring¬

The alarm sounded and the sleepy and unaware blonde tried his best to shut the dame alarm while failing miserably. Once he got tired, he opened his eyes to find where he kept his alarm when he noticed that he wasn't on his soft, comfy bed but rather at a really hard and rocky surface... while hanging upside down.

"GYAAA, WHY AM I HANGING UPSIDE DOWN?!"

Completely woken up, he loked around and noticed him hanging off a cliff thats 100ft tall! Trying to move around, he finally took notice of something that would definitely put him to shame....

"WAH! WHY AM I WEARING A MAID'S COSTUME?!" he yelled, trying his best to think it's his imagination.

Growl¬

Now that did not seem friendly. He was afraid of what he would see... hesitantly he craned his necks towards the bottom and...

Growl¬

"HIEEEE! WHY ARE WILD ANIMALS ROAMING AROUND FREELY?!"

Reborn could only think of one person that could be capable of doing this and so he screamed at the top of his lungs, "REBORN, I"LL KILL YOU!!"

-And that my friends brings us back to the present.

"Ciaossu!" Reborn's voice resounded from the top of the cliff

"DON'T 'CIAOSSU' ME! WHERE AM I?!"

"Can't you see you are hanging on a cliff?" Reborn's condescending voice came.

"I CAN SEE THAT! WHY AM I HERE?!"

"Punishment"

"WHY?!"

"Just because..."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!"

A bullet grazed past Ienari's cheek. "Shut up, this is training punishment. Good luck on survival."

Without letting Ienari say anything, Reborn disappeared. He hung there for a while when he heard something being cut. When he noticed, his eyes bulged out.

"OI REBORN! COME BACK HERE! GET MY OUT OF HERE!!"

He yelled, while keeping his eyes at the contraption slowly cutting the rope he's being hung with.

While Ienari was shouting and yelling and begging for help, Tsuna and Reborn could be seen observing from the distance while drinking their favorite coffees. Others who with them could only pity the victim.... now did they?

XX..XX

Reborn decided that yes, Tsuna was fun being around with, especially if they had to torture Ienari. But I wonder who taught him to be this sadistic? After all, how is it possible for a kind, innocent and shy brunet to be able to complete this?

He saw how Ienari was running around like a headless chicken in a torn up maid dress with supposedly extinct species of animals following after him. He could also see Tsunayoshi filming this entire thing from various angles. Let's not even mention the fact that Ienari just so happens to be running with people glancing at him and taking pictures while whispering some embarrassing things for Ienari, if the blush on Ienari's face isn't proof enough, Reborn doesn't knows what else can be.

Reborn can also say that Tsuna is pretty strong by himself. If carrying pepper sprays, tasers knockout darts in his watch (where did he get that?), darts filled with poison and sedatives (again, where does he gets all these stuff from?) combined with other weapons in his bottomless pocket... Tsuna's a waking arsenal. Hell, he managed to keep a gun in there! Not to mention, he's somehow using all those weapons he has to make Ienari's life more miserable...

"Tsuna, where did you get all of these... killing gadgets from?"

Tsuna merely smiled innocently in response. That smile would be convincing if he wasn't holding a poison filled darts and aiming it for his brother...

"2 technicians in Nebesa created these upon my request," Reborn cursed those stupid technicians for that. "They even created a robots army to ward off any mafias or stupid beings."

Reborn didn't ask for more. Nebesa was strong, Reborn decided. He just didn't how strong. He returned his attention to Ienari who was screaming his lungs out as the extinct wild species of animals were coming closer to him.

Growl~

Reborn looked as a Jaguar came to Tsuna and dipped its head in submission.

"Aki! There you are!" Tsuna said pleased, handing the camera to Reborn to continue taking the movie.

"...Tsuna?"

"Hmm?"

"You keep a Jaguar as a pet?"

"Not just a Jaguar but also an Owl named "Kyo" which is used for keeping a look out for enemies and a medium size black bird named "Shi" that I use for replying etc, you've already met Shi remember? When we started the playtime activity of ours? I also have a lion named "NaTsu," if you're wondering."

"...What do you use the Jaguar and lion for?"

"Scaring enemies. They're quite useful. And they have a name!"

Reborn merely nodded and decided to ignore the Jaguar that was purring. He didn't even know they could purred. He directed his attention to his student who was now being cornered by the animals.

"Tsuna, make sure to give me a copy of the film later onwards," Reborn said mischievously.

"Sure."

It was then that Reborn noticed a red blinking light coming from Tsunayoshi's touch screen phone (where did he even get that from?). Reborn blinked twice before clarifying,

"Tsuna?"

"Hmm?"

"Is the film by any chance being..."

Tsuna's smirked widened, "Live filming. Broadcasted around the whole world."

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"You're really sadistic aren't you?" Reborn asked pleased.

Tsuna spared a glance at Reborn before smiling evilly, "Wait till you hear how Nebesa was formed..."

#katekyo hitman reborn #il cielo ma sempre accettando rotto #old version

[chikoriita]

Break Time

Kairi and Axel have been hard at work to catch up with the other Keyblade wielders. Merlin decides to reward them for their work. Nothing could possibly go wrong!

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Kairi huffed and drew back her keyblade. “I think I won that one, Axel.” She smirked at her opponent.

He heaved a breath, bent over his own blade. “No fair. I have this heavy coat working against me.”

She laughed and wiped the sweat off her brow. “The Good Fairies made clothes for you too. It’s not my fault you don’t wear them.” She pointed out.

“It’s not my style. Got it memorized?”

They stood around poking fun at each other when Merlin approached them.

“You two are excelling marvelously! I say this calls for a reward.”

Axel’s eyes sparkled. “Ice cream?” Kairi elbowed him. It was always ice cream on his mind. Sea salt or nothing.

Merlin tugged his beard. “You two have enough of that. How about some tea?”

Kairi tilted her head. “Tea?”

“Tea is so boring!” Axel scoffed. “How is that a reward?”

“Tea is not simply a drink to imbibe, dear students!” He cried with a flourish of his arms. “Archimedes!” he called out to the owl. “Come here!”

Kairi giggled. She loved the grumpy little bird, and while he refused to say it, he enjoyed their company. Well, Kairi’s at the least. Axel, on the hand, relished using Archimedes as target practice. Merlin only encouraged that behavior.

“After all, the elemental heartless will bob and weave in a similar fashion!” Merlin reasoned as Archimedes dodged spurts of fire.

“For the last time, I am not a heartless!” The owl answered angrily.

Axel took pleasure in taunting Archimedes when he got mouthy. His magic was no match for Kairi’s innate power, but he could still aim and singe feathers if he wished. He only had to summon his keyblade for him to cower on Kairi’s shoulder.

Archimedes poked his head out of his tree nook. “Oh no, I am done with you and your shenanigans! I refuse. I’m only here because I live in your carpet bag,” He huffed. “I am staying in here.”

The old wizard circled his wand and pulled Archimedes out of the hole. “This is an emergency! These children, they’ve never had tea!” Merlin gasped.

“And what do you want me to do about it?” He countered, crossing his arms. The effect was diminished by his hanging upside down in midair.

Axel nudged Kairi’s shoulder. “We could make a disappearing act,” he stage whispered.

“I can hear you,” Archimedes hooted. Axel raised a brow in challenge and summoned his keyblade.

“I told him! I told him that I was much too old to deal with children anymore. Wasn’t Wart enough of a hassle?” He muttered angrily.

Merlin broke in between the two and announced, “No more distractions! It is tea time!” He waved his wand once more and whirled the four of them around. Kairi floated on the sparkles surrounding her and giggled. Axel was not enjoying the experience nearly as much.

“Stop spinning us around, you old coot!” he gagged as they came to a standstill. Kairi patted him on the shoulder as they settled down.

“Now, I have picked the perfect brew for you. One day, when I was passing through Agrabah, the young sultan gave me a sachet of his favorite combination.” With another wave of his wand, Merlin summoned a steaming pink teapot.

A fragrant smell wafted out of the spout. Kairi took a large whiff and sighed. It was beautiful. Merlin was about to pour out the tea when three streaks in red, blue, and green landed in front of them. One one group traveled in such style.

Axel groaned. Kairi resisted the same urge. She adored the three fairies, but wherever they went, a fight no doubt followed. The three fairies barely got along on even the best day. Today, they stood in front of them, frowning.

“Are you having tea without us Merlin?” Fauna, the green fairy, asked gently.

“Did you forget that we were coming, you old-” Merryweather started when Flora nudged her.

“What Merryweather is trying to say is that you know we enjoy a good cuppa as well.”

Kairi lifted the pot. “You are free to join us. Merlin brought us a pot.”

The three fairies gasped in horror. “Just a pot? What kind of tea is this?” Flora gasped.

Merryweather turned away. “Not even jam or a single crumpet?”

Poor Fauna was close to tears. “You can’t have a tea without little cakes!”

Kairi and Axel glanced at each other. Merlin hadn’t mentioned any of this earlier. Maybe that’s why Archimedes was in such a mood.

Merlin sputtered, “I will admit, I forgot our appointment but I was simply rewarding our trainees for their hard work.”

“With no treats? It’s the best part of tea!” Flora insisted.

“Master Yen Sid always had a proper spread,” Merryweather grumbled.

“Don’t worry, my dear. We will take care of everything,” Fauna reassured the group. Before Merlin could argue, the three fairies waved their wands and shouted commands.

“Cakes!” shouted Fauna who summoned a plate of petit fours.

“Crumpets!” Flora squealed.

“Blueberry jam!” Merryweather exclaimed and brought forth a jar.

Her words stopped Flora in her tracks. “Who has blueberry jam with crumpets?” She scolded. “Strawberry is the only way to enjoy tea!” She summoned a jar of strawberry jam.

“Blueberry!”

“Strawberry!”

“Blue.” Merry’s voice escalated.

“Pink.” Flora’s matched hers.

Oh no, not this argument again. Kairi knew this wouldn’t end well. “We all enjoy different kinds of jams and jellies,” she tried to reconcile between them.

“Blue!” Merryweather knocked over the plate of petit fours.

“Pink!” Flora flung the teapot off the table. Merlin deftly caught it before it shattered, but not before the tea spilled all over his robes.

Merryweather scrunched her face, pointed her wand and shouted once more! “Blue!”

Kairi saw the next few moments in slow motion. First, Flora ducked Merryweather’s blast. Second, so did Merlin. Third, Archimedes. That left only her in the way of the blast. She dodge rolled out of the way. Whew! Safe and sound. She jumped up and found herself without an inch of blue. “Awesome!”

“You better be speaking for yourself.” Axel growled from beside her. She turned to find herself face to face with an angry, bristling Axel. Axel with blue hair. “I hate tea time.”

—

No less than an hour later, Merryweather withdrew the blue from Axel’s hair and they cleaned up their mess.

Kairi slumped against one of the trees with Archimedes napping in his knoll above her. This was some reward. Merlin disappeared soon after the clean up began, off to who knows where.

“Let’s never do this again. Tea is now off limits as any reward.” Axel hunched over his knee.

“Ah young Axel, do not underestimate the power of tea. Just as Keyblade wielders, it can come in many different forms,” Merlin announced as he appeared in a flash. He carried a drink holder with three plastic cups with various colored drinks and straws.

“What is that?” Kairi asked leaning toward the wizard.

He offered her the drink and summoned up the table once more. “As an all powerful wizard, I have been to many worlds. This was a recent discovery of mine. Bubble tea!”

He passed a cup to Axel. He lifted it up and stared at it. “I’m assuming the bubbles are those orbs at the bottom.”

Kairi took a sip and sucked up a few of the bubbles. They were chewy and sweet. “This is delightful!”

Axel followed suit. “Not half bad. It’s no sea salt ice cream, but if you bring me tea like this, I’ll take it.” He raised his cup in a toast.

Kairi knocked her cup against his and Merlin’s. “Cheers!”

#kairi #axel #merlin #kingdom hearts #kh3 #kingdom hearts 3 #lightkeykid writes #kh fic #these kids deserve to have some fun #Merlin may not be a good teacher #but he provides excellent snacks

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KEIYNAN LONSDALE? No, that’s actually HARRY JAMES POTTER from the GOLDEN TRIO ERA. You know, the child of LILY POTTER (NEE EVANS) and JAMES POTTER? Only 22 years old, this GRYFFINDOR alumni works as an AUROR (FOR NOW) and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. HE identifies as CIS MALE and is a HALF BLOOD who is known to be MERCURIAL, BULLHEADED, and PRIVATE but also EMPATHETIC, BOLD, and SELFLESS. — &&. ( LIZ, GMT+2, SHE/HER, 22. )

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Instead of writing the longest intro possible I’m just gonna ignore Harry’s background BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW IT ALREADY !!!!!!!!!! thx

depression tw, death tw, war tw, PTSD tw

AFTER HOGWARTS.

So, the war is over ( a war that Harry has grown up fighting, mind you, the boy hasn’t had time for much else, has he now ? ) and people look to a teenager to continue being what he has been for the last seventeen years ( but what they’ve also rejected, when it suits the current tide of war ). But Harry James Potter doesn’t care much for being a beacon of hope ( of clarity, of light ), anymore. He’s not their symbol ( but at the same time, he knows that he will always be just that ).

The aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts itself is a blur, for him. Tugged in every direction. Not so much a man, more of an object, something that his entire world feels entitled to. But he’s exhausted ( has he been able to breath properly for the last year, at all ? ). It’s too much for any seventeen year old, yet people expect him ( the boy who lived, never just Harry ), to carry it with gratitude, with a smile, with bravery. 

The days after the final battle, he feels very little, barely anything at all. All he really does is sleep.

The mark on his back is gone ( the one on his face isn’t ), but it doesn’t feel like it. Sure, he doesn’t have to fear for his life anymore, but the crowds are relentless. Suffocating him. He’s grieving, and all the masses ( the strangers, people who think that they know him because he’s famous ) want to do is hug him, shake his hand, clap him on the back. He tries to be understanding ( they’re grieving too, logically, he KNOWS that ). But by now, Harry is growing a little bit tired of being everyone’s emotional-support-boy-who-lived.

Anyways, a few weeks after the war ends, Harry falls off the map. Disappears from the grid. Could not be found, through any means. Some of his friends say that he rented a muggle car and drove through Europe. Others say that he just slept, refused to leave his house, so exhausted and depressed that he couldn’t be reached. Others are firm in their belief that he was busy hunting down the last of the Death Eaters. No one truly knows what Harry did, during those months. Only those closest to him have a vague idea.

He eventually returns, a little bit better. The weight on his shoulders lighter. Back to his former self ( though, he’s not quite sure who that was, this war has tried to consume him since boyhood ). His smile comes easier, it’s less weary. He has that Potter sparkle back in his gaze ( the one that makes his eyes look less like Lily’s, more likes James’, despite what the color might tell you ). He’s not at peace yet, but he will be ( his scar hasn’t hurt in months, that’s a start ).

Harry finds solace in his friends, that much has not changed. It was them he fought for, and it’s them that he continues to live for. The war never changed Harry’s capacity for love.

So, he’s back. People still look to him ( and they think that they know what he will do, ALWAYS always, always ). He can’t escape their eyes, their whispers, how they think that they know him. Most of the time, he hates it. But he’s also the type of guy to poke fun at it, doing his best to not take himself too seriously. Everything’s easier, that way.

Maybe he does it out of habit, or out of duty, but he does what he thinks will make the most people happy and joins the Aurors ( they had been nudging him in their direction ever since Voldemort fell, who wouldn’t want the famous Harry Potter in their ranks against the dark? ).

But Harry is just Harry, and Harry is so tired of being Harry Potter. For the first year after the war, the poor guy could barely go out for a drink without being mobbed, you know? The excitement eventually ebbed out ( thank god ) and became less exhausting, but it was still there, in smaller waves.

ANYWAYS ---- so he’s an auror. He doesn’t hate the work by any means, but he feels as though he has just gone from fighting one war, to fighting another. Which is really the last thing he needs right now? He still suffers from night terrors, about his friends dying, about Voldemort ( not so much Voldemort as other people remember him ----- in his dreams, Harry sees the Voldemort in limbo, at King’s Cross ). Eventually, those will go away too. Partly.

The Wizarding Wars have taken a lot of things away from Harry, and for that he is silently angry, a little bit, all the time. The war he fought may have ended —— but it’s still taking things from him. His agency, for one thing. Did he want to become an auror? Well, it would have been ONE possible path, but perhaps not the one he would have chosen first. Ever since the war, everyone just keep looking to him, to have him continue being the symbol of hope and greatness that he was during the last year of the war. But Harry is just Harry, you know?  Not much has changed since that evening when Hagrid came to get him, all those years ago. But people just assume to know what The Chosen One will do next, and Harry’s just sort of…. along for the ride, for the most part, when it comes to that and his public image. Right now, he is just doing what he thinks is right, for the greater good. He does what he thinks is expected of him, what he thinks will make the most people happy. He’s not thinking of himself, at least not yet. I don’t think Harry even realizes that he has grown resentful, a little bit bitter, angry. 

With that said, I really like the idea of post-war Harry as the biggest troll possible when it comes to the media. All those ridiculous rumors you read in the papers about The Boy Who Lived are often started by Harry himself !!!! It’s his way of gaining some of that agency back but also he just thinks it’s a fucking blast. 

Constant bad jokes about how 'he didn’t die for this’ and ‘did we really defeat Voldemort so that you could’.... are PRIME coping mechanisms too!!!! 

Never actually finished school but totally got away with it because he’s Harry Potter. Finally some perks, am I right.....

Overall, Harry IS concerned with being a good role model for the younger kiddos, but that year after the war? Harry was in a dark place, not fit for returning to school. Not fit for returning to anything, really.

Harry is a really good teacher and we ALL know this, so why isn’t this man teaching? It would be much better for his mental health too. Damn it.

With that said ----- I think this version of Harry will either continue down the auror route, eventually become head auror, but devote his life more to teaching the new aurors and reshape the auror department. BUT I have also always adored the idea of Harry returning to Hogwarts as a professor, taking up the position as the Defense against Dark Arts professor. We love full circles in this house !!!! I also think that would be really good for Harry, to be surrounded by kids ( who wouldn’t have really lived through the war, the boy who lived would just be a myth to them, it would be less dramatic, they’d soon forget that Harry has ever been anything other than their professor ).

Never really replaced Hedwig. These days, Harry uses various messenger birds and owls, mostly borrowing those of his friends. He did adopt a dog, though. 

I don’t think Harry will be fully at peace until more time has run its course. He has been through so much trauma, way more than any man ( much less a boy ) should ever have to experience. The scars may fade ( no, not THAT one ), but they will never quite heal, not for him. BUT he will be at peace, eventually.

TLDR: Harry is an auror, right now. He hasn’t washed off his past, but he has come to terms with it, in a way. 

PERSONALITY & OTHER FUN STUFF.

Harry Potter is compassionate, selfless, kind. Good at seeing the good. But also petty, impulsive, seething, moody. Bad at letting things go.

So incredibly brave, but shouldn’t have had to be? An eleven year old should not under any circumstances be led into the lion’s den and that’s that on that.

Has a hero complex, but it’s one that was forced upon him ( do not get me started on Albus Dumbledore, it will take up the rest of the intro ). Harry was LITERALLY just Harry, until suddenly, he wasn’t. 

The sheer dumb bitch energy of this man sometimes....... Thank god for Ron and Hermione is all I’m gonna say.......

Masks a lot of his trauma and pain with bad jokes, sarcasm and a seemingly carefree attitude. Tries his best to play down a lot of things ( his pain, his fame, his trauma, what he did during the war ). But he has a really serious streak too.

With that said, Harry does struggle with PTSD and survivor’s guilt. 

A total smart ass ( there’s no need to call me sir, professor? ). Harry has a sharp tongue aND is often much sassier than he should be, especially when challenged / when he sees something as unjust / when there’s someone that he just doesn’t like. But that sharpness can seep into his everyday life too.

Like I mentioned earlier, Harry is a total troll and will leak the most outrageous rumors that have 0% truth to them to the press. It’s all in good fun. Most of the time.

Honestly that thing Dan Radcliffe did when he wore the same shirt everyday for a month so that the pictures of him would all be un-usable is peak Harry behavior.

Harry would ultimately LIKE to forgive the remaining Death Eaters, the ones who has repented ( eg. The Malfoys ), but he is having a hard time with it. He is prone to spite and pettiness, and forgiveness ultimately doesn’t run easy in his veins. But the attempt IS there, and he doesn’t want to live with a sliver of bitterness in his heart, you feel?

The war hasn’t so much hardened him though, as it has softened him. Sure, it has made him weary, careful, closed off. But it has also made him kinder, more empathetic, more understanding, stronger in his sense of self.

Isn’t as rich as he used to be. Used a large chunk of his fortune after the war to help victims of the war to get back onto their feet. Anonymously of course. Harry has no desire to make headlines, ever again.

Refuses interviews. Most of the time. Only The Quibbler will get an ounce of truth out of Harry.

TIME CLASH.

Harry has always had a family ( a found family, his friends, family doesn’t end in blood ), but suddenly everything has been amplified, he has his parents back, his godfather, their friends. But they’re all his age, they don’t recognize him ( but he barely recognize them, either ---- if it hadn’t been for staring himself blind at their photographs, he wouldn’t know them ). It’s basically like The Erised Mirror Extreme Version, for Harry.

But there are also The Death Eaters ------- and the fear of having to go back, be the figurehead of yet another war that he has to sacrifice EVERYTHING for. Frankly, Harry has had quite enough. He doesn’t want to be their Atlas, anymore. But at the same time, his parents are back. And he doesn’t want to lose them again. AND he knows that they’d fight this war for him. Which makes him want to fight this war for them. Can you see where I’m going for this? It’s a really tumultuous time for Harry, he’s confused and just a little bit lost.

AND then there are the KIDS !!!!!! HIS KIDS !!!!!!!!! It’s a total mind fuck, Harry doesn’t feel ready to be a father, nor does he feel that the world is ready for him to have children. But his children are all grown up and from the future. He wants to protect their future, their peace. 

It’s a little bit selfish too. Harry wants that peace for himself. He wants all to be well, you know?

#quantum intro #this is my MESSIEST intro yet #ha

[per-ineptia-ad-astra]

This isn’t the kind of thing I normally do around here, but it seemed like it might be a bit of fun. I’ve absolutely no idea if it’s something you all would be interested in, though, so let me know if you like it or not—if not, I’ll just leave it as a one-off and go back to the regular memes to fill the time while I’m working on Space Seed.

Recently I’ve been playing resource management/base building type games a lot, which I suspect stems from the fact that managing resources in my real life is going rather less well, the latest of these being Stonehearth, a cute voxel game where you guide a group of beady-eyed little people into building a village for them to live in. I’d played a fair bit of it over the past winter but hadn’t touched it in several months, enough time for there to be a couple of updates to the content*, so I decided to see what had been added in the interim.

*Technically the officially-approved-but-player-created-mod-expansion.

But once I got around to selecting my starting villagers, I ran into the same problem I always have at these moments in games—what to name everybody? I’m a massive overthinker about this sort of thing, you see, the sort who will spend ages scouring Wikipedia to find the most thematically appropriate set of things to name all the characters after. On this occasion, though, as I stared aimlessly around my desk trying to come up with something, inspiration struck in the shape of the copy of Star Trek: The Classic Episodes that I still hadn’t put away. Or possibly it was the Data Funko Pop. Either way, I thought, well, why not…?

[ID: A screenshot of the ‘Customize your party’ screen in the video game Stonehearth. On the left are five miniature profiles for cartoonish voxel versions of Kirk, Sulu, McCoy, Scotty and Uhura. Their Mind, Body and Spirit stats are, respectively,  4/5/4,  3/2/6, 4/3/4,  6/2/5, and 3/4/6. On the right is an appearance customization screen with Uhura selected.]

And thus was born a quest to see the crew of the Enterprise through their colonization of wherever the hell it is they’ve ended up this time. Or at least, some of the crew of the Enterprise. I don’t think my computer could handle simulating the full four hundred and thirty of them.

Stonehearth villagers (or ‘hearthlings) have three stats—Mind, Body and Spirit-- as well as up to two traits that influence their behavior. In the starting roster, you can’t directly alter their stats or traits, but you can randomly generate villagers individually or as a group for as long as you want until you get something you like, and can change their names and appearances freely. By default, all the villagers are workers, but with the right items they can be promoted into special classes, such as warriors who defend the village, crafters who make necessary items, or resource-suppliers like farmers and trappers. My starting selection of characters was based on the roles that I judged most important to the getting this colony off the ground. (It may be helpful to keep in mind throughout this, though, that I am not very good at Stonehearth.) The traits I just kind of took where I could get them, since it would have taken an enormously long time to roll for the absolute most character-appropriate ones.

Kirk has the traits ‘Night Owl’ (he’ll stay up later at night and sleep more in the day) and ‘Jokester’ (he likes to tell jokes to the others, which has a chance to increase their moods). I was unsure what to do with him at first, since there’s not really any kind of leadership position for hearthlings. In the end I decided he would make a good Knight, a heavy armor combat class. After all, protecting everyone else in the group at the risk of his own life is a pretty Kirk-ish thing to do. He’ll have to spend some time as a Footman, the basic combat class, before he can promote to Knight, though.

Sulu has the traits ‘Green Thumb’ (he gets a happiness boost from being around plants) and ‘Pack Mule’ which means he can carry more than usual. This is a good combo of traits for a farmer, and since Sulu likes plants he seemed like the most natural choice for that role.

McCoy has the trait ‘Pessimistic’ which makes him more affected by things that cause negative mood modifiers, because of course he does. His class was far and way the easiest to pick: he’ll spend some time as a Herbalist, a crafting class that can make bandages and medicines, until he can promote to Cleric, a combat class that can heal.

Scotty has the traits ‘Gregarious’ (he enjoys talking to other villagers more) and ‘Animal Companion’ (he spawns with a pet, in this case a raccoon named Cactus). Alright, perhaps not the most Scotty-ish of traits, but hey, he had good stats. Scotty’s going to be a Carpenter, the staple crafting class for the Ascendency faction, who use wood as their primary resource. (There actually is an Engineer class, but it doesn’t come into play until much later and the Carpenter is considerably more important for the early game.)

Finally, Uhura has the ‘Empathetic’ trait (she gets a negative mood modifier from being around other villagers who have negative mood modifiers) and is going to be a Trapper, a class that traps animals for meat and fur and can promote to the Shepherd, who raises livestock animals. A bit of a stretch, I know, but hey, there’s no communications-based class, and someone had to be a Trapper. Plus, Trappers have a chance of bringing animals home as pets, which is what started The Trouble With Tribbles, so, hey.

With the starting roster confirmed, all that remains is to first pick a starting resource package—I’ve gone with the Merchant Caravan, which will give us some starting food and gold as well as the promotion items for a Trapper, Footman and Herbalist—and then roll a map. Eventually—after spending far too long generating and re-generating maps—I’ve settled on a nice location by a lake, with plenty of trees, and mountains nearby to dig for ore and stone in. The only downside is it’s a bit exposed, so hopefully nothing too big attacks before we’re able to build some walls.

[ID: A screenshot showing a zoomed-out grassy landscape near a lake, with a message box reading “Click the banner to choose your settlement’s location.” At the bottom of the screen is a blue banner that reads “Click me to place your town banner.”]

Soon after selecting our starting location, a messenger bird arrives with a letter.

[ID: A screenshot showing a message box with a voxel bird displayed above it, titled ‘A Bird...Messenger?’ The box reads “An odd bird arrives with a letter in its beak, stamped with the official seal of the Ascendency.” In smaller text: “The bird also carries a nametag, which reads ‘Harold’. Below the box are two options: ‘Open the letter’ and ‘[skip] We know what banner we want.’]

The letter reads:

Dear Expedition 142,

I hope this letter finds you well. By my guess, you’ve likely set up camp by now.

As your Capital Liaison, it is my honor to preside, remotely, over the official Founding of your Outpost! I trust that you had ample time to choose a name on your journey.

As you know, every new settlement must choose a Banner.

This Banner reflects your spirit and vision, the uniting factor which brought the Expedition together!

What future did you foresee when you embarked on your quest for Township?

Hold in your mind a vision of what your Town will one day be. Your Banner will set that course, but it is up to you to finish it.

Choose well, my friends. I eagerly await your reply.

Yours,

Mer Burlyhands

We could choose a banner of Vitality, which plants to grow faster and trees to drop more wood; Strength, which increases the amount of ore you get from mining and makes hearthlings not mind living in cramped spaces; or Cunning, which makes traders visit more frequently and traded items sell for more.

I choose the Banner of Vitality. The name of the town, of course, is Enterprise.

[ID: A message box titled ‘Outpost Established!’ which reads: “Proclamation of Outpost: By Unanimous agreement of the citizens, we declare Enterprise to be an outpost striving to be at one with the environment. Trees produce 25% more wood. Plants and crops both grow 25% faster. Plants have 2x their normal Appeal.”]

The messenger bird drops off some extra starting food supplies before leaving. Now it’s time to get to the business of actually building this town. Colony. Whatever.

First off, promotions for everyone! Except Sulu. It’ll be a bit before we can promote Sulu. Sorry, Sulu.

[ID: Four cropped shots of message boxes which read “Promote to [Carpenter/Herbalist/Trapper/Footman]. In honor of steadfast efforts and resilience, we hereby advance [Montgomery Scott/Leonard McCoy/Nyota Uhura/James Kirk]. 4th Day of Bittermun 1000.” Below the text is a stamp icon which reads ‘click to approve.’]

Then we establish a stockpile—a designated location for items to go—and cut down some trees. We’re going to need wood to make buildings and furniture, as well as for fuel.

After a bit of consideration, I decide to move the hearth closer to the lake, near to where our first building is going to go up. For the moment, however, night is falling, and everyone gathers to rest around the fire.

[ID: A screenshot showing voxel-McCoy, Uhura, Sulu and Scotty sitting around a campfire on the shores on a lake.]

...everyone except Kirk, who, for reasons best known only to himself, has fallen asleep in the stockpile.

[ID: 1. A screenshot showing voxel-Kirk laying asleep on the ground in a stockpile full of logs and food supplies. 2. A zoomed-out screenshot showing how far away Kirk is from everyone else around the campfire.]

Thus was founded the town/settlement/colony/localized disaster area known as Enterprise. What could possibly go wrong?

#and everything else #star trek #stonehearth #...starhearth? #stone trek? #anyway! i know y'all came here for star trek not video games #and i don't know if this is star trek-y enough to count #so do let me know if you have any feelings on it one way or the other