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My Troubled Horsie
(A fic based on this Au)
Warning: This story contains silly self-indulgent fun that's NOT meant to be taken seriously AT ALL.
Philip's face was filled with interest as he sat alone on the couch, watching the TV attentively.
A show about animated horses going on adventures called 'My Troubled Horsie' was currently playing.
While in search for the history channel, he stumbled upon the series by accident and instantly became hooked after the first episode.
It had everything - angst, drama, and, most importantly, a good story as well as good morals.
He couldn't get enough of the show.
He was addicted.
At the moment, he was watching the season 1 finale where Penelope Pony had to inform Steve The Stallion of some bad news.
As Philip continues to watch, Caleb enters the living room.
A smile spread across his face at the sight of his baby brother.
It was evident that the brunette was captivated by the content on the screen.
"I see someone's grown fond of the TV," Caleb lightly teases, only for Philip to deliver a sharp shush, not giving him a single glance.
Taking a seat beside his brother, Caleb whispers, "What are you watching?" as he turns his head toward the TV.
In the show, two horses were having a face-to-face conversation in a meadow.
The mare had a pale violet coat, pale blue eyes, and a ruffled balloon-shaped mane along with a tidy tail. On her head, she wore a pink bow.
Her expression was dull as she looked at the mustached stallion wearing a black top hat in front of her with half-lidded eyes.
"Oh, Steve," Penelope began, her voice flat and monotonous. "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to make it to your party."
"Why not?" Steve wondered, worried.
Penelope sighed before revealing the reason to her friend. "Today, they're sending me to the glue factory."
That line broke Philip's heart. How could they do that to Penelope? She should have been spared. The mare was not deserving of such injustice. Meanwhile, Caleb was confused by the cartoon. He had no idea what a glue factory even was.
In the next scene, a yellow stallion with an orange mane and tail, blue eyes, and an eyepatch was clinging to a helicopter, having just caught Penelope from falling into an active volcano.
Both petrified ponies hung for dear life.
"Hold on, Marco Polo Pony!" Penelope cried out to the stallion.
"I can't!" Marco Polo Pony would confess as he continued to cling to the landing skid.
"I don't have any--"
Penelope's hoof suddenly slips out of his.
The stallion's eyes widen with shock as he watches the love of his life plummet to her death.
"HANDS!" He shouts, reaching a hoof out, but it was too late.
"AAAAAA!!!" Penelope screamed, flailing her limbs around.
This was it.
The end.
She soon shuts her eyes, accepting her fate.
Just as the purple pony was about to hit the lava, the screen cuts to black.
The show's end credits then play, accompanied by happy music and lyrics about love and friendship.
'That was... certainly something...' Caleb thought to himself, still confused about what he had just watched.
Suddenly, he feels something hit his shoulder.
Looking to his left, he sees Philip resting his head on his shoulder, exaggerated tears welling in his eyes.
He starts to sniffle like a wet cat.
The blonde proceeds to awkwardly pat his head.
"Uh, there, there, Philip. I'm sure she'll be... fine..."
Truthfully, Caleb had no clue of the pony's fate, but his baby brother was clearly saddened by that scene, so, being the older one, he tried to comfort him the best he could.
"Maybe they'll make a season 2."
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minaslittleone · 3 years
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The Sarahs as plant mums (AHS & Ratched)
Like many people I've become an avid plant mum over the course of the pandemic (much to the chagrin of those in my life who have to hear every time one of my babies sprouts a new leaf), which got me thinking - what kind of plant mum would each of the Sarahs be?
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Billie-Dean Howard
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Billie-Dean is much more partial to flowers than she is to caring for a whole plant. She is definitely the kind of person who always has fresh flowers in her home but also takes the time to trim and rearrange the bouquet as she places it in a vase, rather than merely unceremoniously compacting the existing arrangement into a vessel. She also definitely has a secret cut flower food recipe (passed down to her by the ghost of a Victorian housekeeper whom she met while filming a special of her show at a mansion in the UK) which keeps her cut flowers looking immaculate for a full week. If her schedule permits it, her favourite thing to do on a Sunday morning is to stroll the farmers markets and choose individual types of flowers and foliage to bring home and arrange herself from scratch. She finds the process of trimming each of the stems and finding the perfect position for each individual bloom incredibly cathartic.
Her favourite flowers are bright and cheerful. She is particularly drawn to things like tulips, gerberas and lillies, but finds softer more delicate blooms like carnations frustrating and overly dramatic, she definitely appreciates a bit of tenacity in her flowers. She also has no time for strongly scented blooms, and particularly despises the way roses seem to emit a sickly sweet odor after only a few days. Billie finds scents and perfumes in general to be quite cloying and overwhelming as smell is one of the ways she is often viscerally affected when she makes contact with ghosts. She unfortunately associates most strong smells with encounters and so sweet smelling blooms hold little appeal to her, she much prefers fresh neutral scents. The one exception is lavender which she does find soothing. After a particularly taxing week it is not uncommon for her usual bright cheerful blooms to be replaced by simple posies of lavender and rosemary as she recenters herself.
Lana Winters
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Lana is undoubtedly a plant serial killer. Which is totally unsurprising since whenever she gets fixated on a new story she often forgets to feed herself, let alone feed and water her plants. That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate them though. She loves the way little office plants bring life and vitality to her workspace, that is until they inevitably whither and die from lack of water, or from being burried under piles of paper but that doesn't stop her trying.
Eventually Lana discovers that she and succulents are well suited. It actually makes a lot of sense when she thinks about it - they're both a little prickly on the outside (but only to protect the softness underneath) and both are stubborn to a fault. Lana is particularly fond of the slightly larger cactus she keeps on her desk (which is incidentally the first plant she managed not to kill) and often finds herself talking to him to help work through the flow of her ideas or to overcome writer's block. Spike (as she creatively named him) really is a very good listener and a talented editor to boot.
Still there are times when Lana wishes she had a greener thumb and could expand her collection beyond succulents. As much as she loves Spike and his prickly friends, she really wishes they would grow just a bit quicker so she could experience that new leaf joy even just once. She completely dissuades herself of those feelings though when she returns from a week long book tour to find a weird bump on the top of Spike. Her first thought is that after all this time she's finally managed to kill him and that she really is as terrible a plant parent as she had feared. However, those fears completely dissolved the following morning when she returned to her office to find that Spike's bump had begun to open into the beginnings of a beautiful pink flower. For a minute she could only stare on disbelief, not quite comprehending what was going on however, that quickly gave way to a giddy childlike grin when she realised that she must be doing something right. That, and her little man really did look very cute with his flower top hat.
Cordelia Goode
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Cordelia doesn't just have a green thumb, she has ten green fingers. She absolutely adores plants and having living things around her, especially since the greenhouse has always been her place of peace and sanctuary. She finds it incredibly cathartic pottering around the greenhouse when she gets a few spare moments away from all her duties as supreme/headmistress/mother to a house full of girls. Most of the plants she keeps in the greenhouse are solely for practical/ medicinal purposes but she does keep a few plants in her room and office which she finds soothing. She is particularly fond of philodendrons and pothos with their easy going nature and relaxed growth pattern. She loves the way they seem to make themselves at home anywhere and every time she spots new leaves unfurling it makes her smile. She tries to make an effort to see the beauty in their imperfections and use them to remind herself that everything doesn't always have to be perfect.
Since her supremacy the plants in her personal spaces have thrived unlike anything anyone has ever seen, seemingly feeding off Cordelia's magical aura. Any time any of the plants in the greenhouse are waning she will take them to her office for a few days of rehabilitation after which they will always be positively bursting with life. It is not uncommon for her to find new additions appearing in her little infirmary if Mallory or Misty have noticed that a particular plant is in need of a little TLC.
The flip side to this is that any time Cordelia over taxes herself, while she may be an expert at schooling her features and hiding it from her girls, it will show in her plants. After too many late nights dealing with running the academy or too many days spent funneling all of her energy into everyone around her (and subsequently completely neglecting herself) the plants in her office (and room) will start to lose their vibrancy as well. The first victim is usually the heartleaf philodendron on Cordelia's office bookshelf (the first plant she allowed herself to bring into the space after ascending to the supremacy) which seems to be particularly attune to her moods, especially when it is feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy sapping her magic. Conversely it's the monstera deliciosa in the corner of her office that seems to be the first to wilt when its physical stress or exhaustion plaguing the supreme. Zoe now automatically takes stock of the plants in Cordelia's office every time she enters, knowing it's the only true indication she's likely to get that the supreme herself might be in need of some TLC.
Bette and Dot Tattler
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Bette has always been drawn to flowers, she thinks they're terribly romantic. From bouquets of flowers from gentleman callers to sweet cottage gardens behind white picket fences, teeming with blooms of assorted colours, Bette thinks flowers are a beautiful symbol of normality. She desperately wants to have a garden or even a window box that she can tend to, however that particular desire is not entirely compatible with living in a trailer.
What she does have though is a small collection of African Violets sitting on their kitchen windowsill. They were a present from Jimmy after Bette's first performance singing in the freakshow. Though she might be completely tone deaf she is fiercely determined, so after months of practice she had finally managed to learn "dream a little dream of me" enough to hold the tune (with Dot gently humming it alongside her to keep her in pitch). A few days before Bette was due to perform Jimmy had quietly pressed a note into Dot's palm after dinner asking which type of flowers Bette preferred so that he could get her a bouquet for her first performance. Dot's heart warmed at that, seeing the man that she loved so tenderly care for her sister. Later that evening she had pressed a note back in reply that Bette loved anything pink, cheerful and romantic, however she also ached for flowers the she could keep beyond the length of time a bouquet would last. So maybe a flowering plant would be better. Jimmy of course bought both, handing Bette a beautiful posie of assorted pink coloured carnations along with a terracotta pot of African Violets. Bette had thrown her arm around Jimmy's neck and squeeled with excitement at the sight of her flowers while Dot had offered him the warmest, proudest smile as she mouthed "thank you" against the backdrop of her sister's excited ramblings.
Given how long Bette had pined for flowers and how excited she had been to receive them it is unsurprising that she is a devoted plant parent. She waters her flowers once a week like clockwork, adding water to a saucer underneath the pot and letting them drink the water up through their roots just like Paul had shown her. Apparently African Violets don't like to get their leaves wet. Bette would even go as far as to take her flowers out for some sun if she felt the conditions on their windowsill weren't right at their current campsite. Her little pot of flowers really did bring her so much joy.
Dot may not have shared her sister's passion for flowers (finding them mostly to be needless and frivolous) but in the end she was the one who responsible for the expansion of her sister's flower garden. When Paul had originally shown Bette how to care for her flowers he had also mentioned that they could be propagated which had fascinated Dot. The idea you could just take a leaf and it would grow roots and become a completely new plant was amazing to her. But convincing Bette to let her try it out for herself definitely proved to be battle. Bette certainly wasn't keen on allowing her sister to chop into her precious flowers while Dot couldn't see why her sister was being so protective, the little plant certainly had plenty of leaves to spare, especially if it could give a whole new plant. Unsurprisingly the disagreement escalated to a pair of very raised voices which is what ultimately drew Jimmy into the argument. After managing to calm down both sisters Jimmy revealed to Bette that the tiny pot plant had originally been her sister's idea because she knew how much she wanted to have flowers of her own. Dot confirmed that she does know how important the flowers are to Bette and that she would never want to hurt them, she was just excited at the possibility of being to make more of them for her sister and be able to give her the windowsill full of flowers that she had always dreamed of. Bette couldn't help but relent after that. A few months later and Dot has become quite the propagation expert, to the point where their windowsill is beggining to fill up with juvenile plants as well as fresh cuttings just beginning to take root. Bette smiles every time they catch her eye, not just at the beauty of the flowers that she spent so long pining for but also for how they symbolise her sister's love for her. While they may still bicker bitterly from time to time, Bette knows that no one will ever love her as much or as fiercely as her sister does. Dot still has no real interest in the flowers themselves. She does still find propagating rewarding, especially watching her little babies start to grow and flourish. But mostly she just enjoys watching the way they make her sister smile.
Sally McKenna
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Sally is obsessed with carnivorous plants and you can't convince me otherwise. She definitely discovered them on Instagram and loves all the funny shapes and crazy colours that they come in. Sally would never be content with a plant that looks like a plant - no her plants need to look like vicious little aliens. The fact that they're natural born killers is also a nice little bonus. She loves how they subvert the natural order of things - insects should eat plants not the other way around.
When she first discovered plants online Sally got really upset that she'd never be able to go out and buy any of her own. It was Iris who mentioned that maybe she would be able to order some online - big mistake. Sally is nothing if not obsessive and her room now rivals Poison Ivy's lair with the number of plants she has crammed in there. The sheer number of babies in her collection doesn't mean that she neglects them though, no Sally is absolutely an A level obsessive plant mum - only the best for her babies. When she discovered that carnivorous plants prefer distilled water to tap water she started ordering it by the gallon, and as the best lit positions in her room started to fill up she definitely ordered grow lights so that none of her babies suffer. The grow lights also give off a slight purple glow which makes her room look like a rave which is absolutely a feature and not a bug.
Sally has also been known to go hunting for food for her babies, especially since her collection has grown and she worries there isn't enough to go around. Iris and Liz frequently find her collecting dead flies from window ledges to take back to her growing brood. She offers them to her babies with tweezers as a mother bird would to her chicks. The last time Iris had an exterminator spray the Cortez Sally accused her of trying to murder her babies with poison and absolutely ordered fruit flies online (intended for feeding pet reptiles rather than pet plants but meh) to keep her collection going until she could be absolutely sure that the offending toxins had dissipated.
It goes without saying that Sally has a separate plant Instagram account which she updates on nearly a daily basis with photos of new growth or just progress on her collection. She definitely has a great eye for plant photography and for making her babies come to life on the screen. One of her favourite things to do is film feeding videos with her largest Venus Flytrap "Fang" (who incidentally has his own Instagram account: @Fangstagram). Watching plants move so quickly will never get old to Sally and she has definitely been known to tease some of her smaller flytraps into snapping shut just for her enjoyment. She tries not tease them too much though, they are her babies after all.
Audrey Tindall
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Like Lana, Audrey is another serial plant killer, but for complete different reasons. Audrey, bless her, kills her plants with far too much kindness (and water). She so desperately wants a house full of the beautiful lush plants she sees all over Instagram so she tries her darnedest to be the best plant parent ever. Her problem is that every time she sees leaves starting to yellow or wilt she assumes it must be from lack of water (rather than the fact that their roots are already rotting from far too much).
Initially she fell into the trap of picking up plants she thought looked cute on Instagram or in the garden centre, without really knowing much about caring for them. Needless to say this didn't end well (multiple times). She thought she had cracked it when discovered the subset of house plants refered to as "hard to kill". Unfortunately, most of those plants are very resistant to neglect but not to Audrey's smothering type of plant parenting. Finally she discovered peace lillies which do actually like to have wet feet and appreciate all of her affection. She's slowly collecting other spathiphyllums in all shapes and sizes now that she's feels confident she's got the hang of them. She gets so excited every time one of them grows a new leaf or flowers - such a proud plant mum.
Now that she's growing a little more confident with at least a subset of house plants she will occasionally post photos to her Instagram. She's still pretty insecure about her plant parent abilities though and it doesn't help that she will occasionally get haters telling her she's doing it all completely wrong. She tries not to let them get to her but sometimes they really do get her down - all she wanted to do was share the joy that her plant babies bring her and she's doing her best to do right by them. After one particularly brutal bout of trolling it's actually Sally who defends her. Audrey has been following Sally's plantstagram since she first started getting interested in plants so the fact that Sally even acknowledged her kinda blows her mind. Sally tells people in no uncertain terms to back off Audrey or she will set her carnivorous babies on them. The two strike up a fast friendship after this and through Sally's guidance Audrey eventually begins to grow more confident as a plant mum. For her birthday Sally definitely sends Audrey her first baby Venus Flytrap with the absolute insistence that it be named "Audrey II".
Ally Mayfair-Richards
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Ally has never really seen the appeal of house plants nor does she have the time (or the headspace) to look after them. She does however have a fully stocked herb garden growing in window boxes in the kitchen to have everything within easy reach for cooking. She also loves the fresh clean smell of the basil and rosemary wafting through the house on the breeze if she leaves the windows open, particularly if it has rained. She may even admit that she's beginning to see the appeal of having the greenery around the place from an aesthetic standpoint as well.
Given how busy Ally is juggling being a senator, running a restaurant and being a single mum (plus whatever wink wink nudge nudge cult stuff she's up to on the side) it's not really surprising that it's Ozzie who's taken to caring for the herb garden most of the time. He's always been such an inquisitive kid and Ally loves watching the way his face lights up over simple things like flowers and new growth. Ozzie is particularly obsessed with propagation and there is always at least a handfull of his experiments on the windowsill. Whether it's an avocado seed he's trying to get to sprout or basil cuttings he's trying to root, he always has some new scheme in the works. Ally usually just smiles and ruffles his hair (so proud and glad that she has such an amazing and we'll rounded kid after everything that he's been through). As long as he leaves her enough basil to make pesto with, she's happy for him to play to his heart's content.
Wilhemina Venable
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Plants have never been of any interest to Wilhemina, she considers them to be unnecessary sources of dirt and clutter. They serve no practical purpose so she has no time for them. At least until she becomes the somewhat unwilling recipient of one. As far as office secret Santa presents go, she supposes, the lilac coloured orchid is actually quite inoffensive. However she can't shake the feeling that it must have been bought for her as some kind of challenge, that someone at Kineros is secretly watching to see how quickly she will kill it because someone like the imperious Ms Venable is obviously incapable of the kindness or tenderness necessary to keep something as beautiful and delicate as an orchid. What she doesn't know is that it was actually from Mutt, because while he is usually too coked out of his mind to show it, he is actually quite fond of her. And he knows her well enough to know that she would never accept a gift from him directly so each Christmas he rigs the office Secret Santa to get her name so he can her something (and also partly because he doesn't trust some of the interns not to get her something crude on a dare given the anonymous nature of the gift). He also knows her well enough to realise that she would appreciate the elegant beauty (and obviously the colour) of the orchid but would never cede to the frivolity of buying something like it for herself.
Despite the good intentions of the gift, Wilhemina can not fathom the idea that it was genuinely meant for her enjoyment. Obviously someone is toying with her but she will not be beaten. Wilhemina Venable may not know the first thing about orchids but she will be damned if whoever gave her the wretched thing manages to get a laugh out of it at her expense. So she learns. Mina is nothing if not fiercely independent and resourceful so she scours the internet for information on orchid care and reads everything she can find. And of course she succeeds (because anything else would be unacceptable to her).
After six months her little orchid is still alive and thriving in her office and privately she would have to admit that she has grown quite attached to it. Compared to other plants she finds it to be quite neat and tidy, and there is something elegant and refined about its arching growth habit which she finds quite beautiful. Over the course of her research she has of course come across the tremendous variety of orchids available. She of course is drawn to all of the different tones of purple blooms but also finds herself unexpectedly drawn to some of the darker, more gothic varieties. She tries to tell herself that it is merely an aesthetic appreciation, that they hold no actual allure to her, but she keeps finding herself drawn back to them. She almost buys herself one on *so many* occasions but the idea of doing something so frivolous just for her own pleasure and enjoyment is so terrifying to her that she always chickens out. Eventually she caves though, buying an indigo coloured orchid on sale at the grocery store, abruptly rushing home with it before she can change her mind again. She spends the entire rest of the day second guessing the decision but the next morning when she opens her eyes to the delicate purple blooms tenderly placed on her night stand she can't help the gentle smile it brings to her face or the warmth that settles in her chest.
After that her collection slowly grows. She still struggles with buying things for herself simply for pleasure but she is getting better, and the sick guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach seems to appear less and less each time she does it. So her collection of orchids grows, mostly including those with particularly dark blooms or interesting and unusual shapes (though there are definitely a couple of lilac and lavender coloured blooms in there as well). She also begins to expand to other dark leaved plants as well, like certain begonias and definitely a ZZ raven. Like with the orchids, all of her new acquisitions are thoroughly researched and she is determined to succeed in their care.
Mutt will sometimes catch her glance fondly at her little desk orchid as he passes her office. He is genuinely glad to have given her something that seems to bring her such contentment. If only he knew the true extent of the gift he had given her.
Mildred Ratched
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Mildred has no idea about plants of any kind. Or at least she didn't before Gwen. Her childhood certainly wasn't filled with simple pleasures like planting flowers or playing in a vegetable patch, and any indoor plants or flower arrangements were merely things she was forbidden to touch and harshly punished if she damaged. So inevitably these things inspired a far greater degree of anxiety and tension in Mildred than they did joy or contentment.
But Gwen loves gardening. She had memories as a young child of helping her father in their backyard, returning of an evening covered in mud, much to her mother's dismay. Gwen's strong nurturing nature made her a very capable gardener and she derived a great sense of contentment from it. On some level Mildred wished she could help Gwen as she pottered through their garden of a weekend but she wouldn't have a clue where to start. In fact, the nasty voice in Mildred's head whispered, she would be so much better off without you, you'll just ruin everything, you're far too useless to be of any help. So as Gwen worked Mildred would watch, pretending to pay attention to her novel but really trying to find the pattern and reason to Gwen's actions so that maybe, someday, she wouldn't be quite so useless.
Mildred did, however, enjoy accompanying Gwen to the nursery when she went to collect supplies for their garden. Mildred may not have the faintest idea what any of the plants were called or how to care for them but she did find it peaceful to walk through the rows upon rows of different shades of green. She was continually fascinated by how many different shapes, sizes and colours they seemed to come in. Sometimes Gwen would catch her staring curiously at a particular plant but Mildred would always decline when Gwen offered that they could take it home with them.
One particular Saturday in spring Gwen found Mildred tenderly righting a small yellow marigold which had been knocked over by other nursery-goers as they riffled through the display to choose the brightest and most beautiful blooms. The poor little plant was somewhat lopsided and some of its leaves were slightly crushed from where it had lain, still there were the beginnings of golden yellow petals starting to peak from within the confines of its buds. Gwen watched as Mildred delicately unkinked the worst of the damaged leaves, fingers ghosting over the flowers that had yet to bloom. This time when Gwen suggested that they take the battered little plant home with them Mildred suddenly became very interested in a thread dangling from the cuff of her blouse as she muttered "Wouldn't it be easier to just choose one that isn't crushed? One without so much damage?". Gwen gently reached out, linking her pinkie with Mildred's, cursing that anything more would have been unacceptable in public. She gently squeezed Mildred's slender finger in her own until her gaze lifted to meet Gwendolyn's. "Never" she breathed. "The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all". She felt her throat tighten and eyes begin to burn as she watched Mildred's eyes begin to glisten and that *damn* dimple on her chin begin to quiver. "I wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to look after it", Mildred's gaze dropping again to the poor bruised little plant. Gwen squeezed their intertwined fingers once more, coaxing Mildred's eyes to meet her own. "I can show you, if you'd like?" Mildred's teeth began to worry her bottom lip as she considered. "What if I can't? What if I kill it?" "Sweetheart, you won't and I'll be there with you every step of the way. We can do it together." Mildred seemed to consider this offer, turning back to gaze tenderly at their little friend, before meeting Gwen's eyes. "Ok" she murmured, "together".
After that, every time Mildred and Gwen returned to the nursery Mildred would inevitably leave with a battered looking plant that she was determined to rehabilitate. Gwen, true to her word, patiently guided Mildred through the basics of plant care and Mildred, unsurprisingly, quickly became very proficient. Her tiny, dextrous fingers, used to dealing with needles and surgical instruments, were incredibly adept at staking and repositioning bent and battered plants as she helped them to heal. Soon enough, one end of their porch became entirely dedicated to Mildred's patients, so much so that Gwen began affectionately referring to it as Mildred's ward. And in spite of her initial fears Mildred had become quite the proficient gardener, with her little rag-tag bunch of plants, all twisted and pointing in slightly odd directions, forming the most beautiful and beloved garden Gwendolyn had ever seen.
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officalkittycat1619 · 4 years
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𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 《Naberius Kalego x Chubby Reader》
Chapter 1
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"(Reader), sweetie! Wake up, it's time to get up!"
 I let out a small tired groan as I got up from bed. I walked over to the bathroom to freshen up a bit for today. Not long after, I hopped off the shower and dried up my body before putting my uniform on. Grabbing my school bag, then made my way over to the kitchen to eat breakfast.  "Morning (Reader), hope you slept well."
"Morning Dad, that smells really good."
 I smell the hint of (fav.breakfast.) already being served on a plate. Just as I sat at my seat I noticed Father wasn't here yet."Where's Pop?" I asked while eating. 
"Oh! Your father got so excited about your first day, he went to get his camera, but the battery was dead so he currently went to go by new ones. He should be coming right about...." The sound of the front door slamming which lead to someone running to the kitchen. "Now..." 
 "I'm finally here!" Father proudly said. "Morning Pop."
"Morning my little devil doll, I can't believe my one and only daughter is finally growing up and attending a real school!"Father pulled me into a hug preventing me from continue eating. 
"Pop, you're being overly dramatic again. Besides, it's only the opening ceremony." I reminded him. I pulled away from his bone crushing hug and finished eating.
 I soon finished eating and left home, right before taking a picture with my parents of course, and flew over to Babyls Demon School. Flying over, I saw numerous demons flying in the same direction that I was going. With one glimpse, the academy looks so huge.
I descended once I made it to the entrance. The students who were at the entrance told me me to head to the auditorium were the opening ceremony is. I managed to fine a good seat right mid upfront to where the stage is. Many students were chatting pretty loudly until someone said,"Silence."
The auditorium went quiet. I looked up to see a dark violet haired male demon. He must a teacher at this school. I heard someone whispering that he looks scary. I personally think he isn't. A small demon pushed the microphone to one of the staff who then said,"Thank you for waiting. It is 6:06 AM. We will now formally begin the entrance ceremony for the demon school Babyls." 
"All rise!"
We all got up from our seats to sing the school's song.
♪Humans only exist to be our food♪
♪Suck them dry, soul, blood, flesh and all♪
♪Tremble at the sound of black wings as we take flight♪
♪For we are demons♪
♪As this song pours fro our red lips♪
♪Scream for us, for we are demons♪
We finished singing and sat back down. Next, was a greeting from our director and that caused the entire auditorium to cheer with excitement. Just as the Chair Demon appeared, he started to call out to someone named, Iruma, whom is apparently his grandson. The Chair Demon continue to discuss about his grandson attending this school and boasting about how adorable he is. 
Heck! He even showed the entire auditorium a picture of him with Iruma shortly before he left. Then it was greetings from representatives of the new students, whom was a pink haired male demon. Some students began to say things like him getting a perfect score or being a genius.
"The representative of the new students, Asmodeus-kun."
I noticed the majority of the female demons began to swoon over him. Personally, I didn't find anything appealing about him. That's when the teacher said,"Giving the greeting in his place is.... The honor student, Iruma-kun." Dang, talk about a quick turn around. Iruma walked up front the stage and stood there quiet.  By then, he began to say his greetings, however he said a forbidden spell that caused the majority of us to be either shocked or cheering him.
After that, the pink haired male demon who goes by Asmodeus Alice, challenged Iruma to see if he was "worthy." This lead to him losing to Iruma and Asmodeus ended up deciding to be at Iruma's "service". Talk about first impression 
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The next day, all of the students have to go to a separate room in order to summon their "familiars", I didn't really know what they are honestly. Walking down the halls of the school, I over hear Asmodeus and Iruma's converstation about the being in the same groups and about the familiars. "Um, excuse me.." They both turned to me . "What are familiars?" 
"You don't know what they are?" Asmodeus inquired with confusion. I shook my head in response. "Well, it's a tradition here at Babyls. After entering the school, each student summons a magical beast and makes it their subordinate."
"So a personal slave." I bluntly said. "Not exactly, your about to see." I forgot that I never introduced myself. "Also where are my manners, I'm (Reader) Armendarez. It's nice you meet you both." "Like wise, I'm Asmodeus Alice, as you may or may not know." Asmodeus said. "I'm Iruma, nice to meet you too (Reader)-san." 
As we continue walking to our room, Asmodeus asked,"What school did you attend to before coming to Babyls?"
"Well, I never actually went to a real school. I was mostly home-schooled for the majority of my life." I responded. "So you never actually went to a school?" Iruma asked. I shook my head in response. "But hey, at least you have time to be with your parents though." Iruma said.
  We walked inside a room with the rest of the other students. All of sudden, the door slammed open to reveal the same demon from yesterday. He walks up to the front of the room, introducing himself. "I am Naberius Kalego, your advisor. I am always in charge of this ritual. Why? Because I am dignified at all times. I will determine whether you lot are useless trash or useful trash. For example..." 
Kalego-sensei walks up to Iruma giving him a nasty glare. "If a piece of trash used the spotlight his grandfather gave him to chant a vulgar spell and then had the nerve to cause such a ruckus right afterward on the same day... That'd be immediate grounds to get rid of you." He snapped. "Also, if a piece of trash had the nerve to try to hit a teacher during the entrance ceremony, that is also immediate grounds to get rid of you."
Kalego-sensei backs up from Iruma while continuing to talk. "I will immediately expel any failures, so be warned." Couple of students began to whisper about how scary Kalego-sensei is, but I for one think he isn't. He's just trying to make sure that each student should pass and so no other student shouldn't use their "status" for any means necessary. Sensei brought up a weird board that projected a lesson guide on how to summon familiars. Just before it was about to finish explaining, Sensei punched it to the ground. "That's enough of your explanation." 
I guess he doesn't like cute or childish things at all. The student's gave a shocked expression after Sensei punched the board down, but I gave a neutral expression. "Make sure you use the parchment with my seal on it. I can tell immediately if it's a fake." Sensei explains as he pulls out the parchment with his seal. Somebody asks if this is going to be dangerous, which in response Sensei said,"What a foolish question."
"You'll be summoning a subordinate and making it serve you. That's what familiars are. And should a familiar disobey it's master..." Sensei grips onto the board causing it to explode leaving a small hole. "There will be a punishment. That's how deep this blood pact is. Make sure you are prepared." We all lined up to start summoning our familiar. One student after another summoned their familiars and all were left were Asmodeus, Iruma, and me. 
"Next,  Armendarez." I walked over to Sensei to get the parchment paper and then I went over the magic circle. I cut my finger and drew a circle on the parchment then held it above the candle. Smoke began to appear from the parchment soon after it took form of a nine tailed wolf.
It was a tad bigger than any other regular wolf. The rest of the student's gave an astonished expression just by looking at my familiar. So much for not causing attention. I walked over to Iruma, letting Asmodeus summon his. "Your familiar looks so cool, (Reader)-san!" Iruma said eagerly. I gushed,"Thanks Iru-kun." 
Asmodeus summons his familiar and it ended up being a Gorgon Snake, which was so epic. Next it was Iruma's turn. He walks up to the magic circle, held the parchment above the fire. All of sudden, a bright purple light appears from the circle in a instant. After a couple second, the light fades away to reveal Kalego-sensei, well part of him, on the magic circle. Both Sensei & Iruma screamed with shocked. "What the hell is this? What the hell did you do?!" Sensei snapped. 
"Uh..I-I have no idea!"
"Stop this! Stop the summoning right now!" Sensei demanded. Iruma ran over to where Sensei's other half was before pulling him. "They're tearing! You're going to rip them off! You fool! You're supposed to push when this happens!" Sensei shouted. Instead of Iruma pulling Kalego-sensei, he push him upwards which caused Sensei to pop on top of the magic circle. That caused him to transform into this small owl like familiar. I had to admit he looked pretty cute.
For only a couple of seconds, Sensei falls to the ground. Iruma calls out to him checking if he was alright. Instantly, Asmodeus jumped to conclusions thinking Iruma purposely summoned Kalego sensei to be his familiar. I for one think that wasn't the case, but still think it's kinda odd though. Sensei instantly got up and was ready to attack, instead was punished severely. He was about to fall to the ground though I manged to catch him before so. 
"Kalego-sensei are you alright?" I shook him gently to see if he was even conscious. I hear the rest of the students being surprised about what just happen. I gently shook Sensei once more, checking if he was still conscious. "Sensei are you alright?" I asked once more. I managed to hear him mutter yes causing me to signed with relief.
Later on, Iruma and Kalego-sensei were sent to the Chair Demon's office to discuss about this situation. I just hope Sensei is alright.
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For when you were talking about blue vs yellow vs purple colored quintessance: My take on it is that it's all the same stuff, but the color is determined by the system it moves through. Like alternating vs direct current, they're both electricity but they have different properties due to how it's being transferred. Galra stuff just happens to use systems that turn it purple, and Altean systems and whatever the Lions use turns it blue
Oh-hoh!
That’s a super interesting take on it!
I mean, one thought I had here was that it does seem like quintessence broadcasts on a slightly different frequency for every person- there’s general categories for species and more specific wavelengths for individual people. 
This explains how people like Haggar and Keith can pick up entities on their “radar” and also how the Lions can determine people who are like them and once bonded, “sniff out” their specific paladin across distances. Furthermore, it explains why the luxite reacts to galra and only galra- presumably it’s a property of quintessence, and quite possibly also how the galra terminals work. (Assuming they work on energy would make more sense than they work on biometrics, because the galra drones also run on violet quintessence)
But on the other hand, this could explain why it is that certain species only seem to be aligned to one energy or another- for example, the balmera and its populace seem locked to blue energy. That could be because the balmera and the balmerans’ frequency naturally leans towards cyan.
It’d even suggest there’s probably a lot more different frequencies than just cyan, gold, and purple-pink, for example the Marmorans’ technology all seems to be indigo-colored. Ulaz confirms their technology hails from a different source.
It’s also noteworthy that while the exteriors of the Lions, and their weapons, glow blue- if I’m correct in the assumption that the Lions are a living being encased in a mechanical shell, then the exterior is cyan-frequency because it was built by Alfor, and Altean technology uses the cyan frequency.
However, conversely, when the Lions are talking to their paladins, the “astral realm” Black draws Shiro into, and several other things about them- are instead the Lion’s patron color- purple for Black, dark blue for Blue, so on and so forth. Which might suggest that there’s some energy translation between the Lions’ interior and exterior.
But now the even more interesting idea about this: Haggar’s black energy appears to be completely unique. The first time Shiro’s arm activates, it does so against his will and is shrouded by that black energy- but then he seems to destroy or dispel it, and it settles into violet.
Regardless of the natural state of human quintessence, I’d guess that Shiro’s energy at this point is purple-frequency because he bonded to Black. Either way, his arm is probably not a property of his own energy as much as it is the galra technology because it’s distinctly violet.
Getting back to Haggar, though- Haggar is the only one who wields pure black energy. Even the Black Lion breaks the color pattern by glowing purple. Furthermore, there’s the fact that Haggar and Allura both are shown to be able to wield purple energy even though the Alteans’ seemingly natural frequency is blue.
You know what’s interesting about this though? The Alteans are confirmed shapeshifters. Furthermore, Allura is said to be linked to all five Lions- which would necessitate her, by this theory, to be able to resonate with purple, red, blue, green, and gold quintessence.
What if Altean shapeshifting goes that far? After all Allura is able to fool the hand panels- but whatever Keith is doing to seem human, the panels aren’t fooled by him and recognize him as galra, as do the luxite weapons.
...Or, on a different tack... what if that’s not something the Alteans are normally capable of- this kind of “prism quintessence”- but this is something rare that only a few people are capable of and Allura and Haggar are two of a kind in this sense?
Especially because quintessence glows and Allura’s main unique character color besides pink is white: it’s her castle, her hair, and both her space suit and main outfit feature it heavily.
White light is composed of all of the colors.
Conversely... black isn’t really light- it’s darkness, which is created by absorbing all colors. And Haggar’s main thing we see her doing is stealing quintessence. 
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