#the trouble trio... here to cause problems on purpose

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

How about a Hualian x calamity!reader oneshot? Maybe HC and reader know each other already and pursue XL together? Idk, love your writing tho!

Gang up

Hua Cheng x calamity!reader x Xie Lian

So sorry it took a while, I had strep these past few days but I feel good now so ty for being patient with me 😙🖤🖤

I tried to make it vague enough to where you can input your guy's own character in there 🥰🙏

I hope it isn't too short, and if you can't tell I pulled some make believe facts out of my ass. Have to change the story up a little bit

Spoilers Below!!!

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Everyone talks about the four calamities, but recently all three realms have been talking about a fifth one. Another terrifying, devastation level calamity. Because that's all the heavenly officials, someone else to worry about.

That's your bad, woops. It's not like it was on purpose. Maybe. It's not like it was your fault. Really! They should have known by now but your crimes and deeds have been hidden behind Crimson rain's for so long, everyone has thought there were only four calamities. Now, with so much activity from Hua Cheng it's impossible to hide behind him. Oh well.

Now you get your own title, lore, rumors and all that nice stuff since everyone knows you now. It's crazy how fast words spread.

You've always been here, in fact you and Hua Cheng appeared one right after the other. So of course with such a close timeline one of you was going to overshadow the other. Not that you have a problem with this.

Surprisingly you and Hua Cheng know each other well. You met a long, long time ago and have been friends ever since. Since you're such close friends. Why not live in paradise manor together, why not rule a ghost city together too? The two of you really are glued to each other's side.

The base of your friendship? Xie Lian. Now of course it's more than that. You're both dead, both calamities, both know Xie Lian, would do anything for Xie Lian, both knew Xie Lian. . .

You guys still hold affections for one another though so it's okay. And the best thing? I lied. You guys aren't friends at all. After hundreds of years of knowing each other you and Hua Cheng have seen the absolute worst in one another. You still stayed. He still stayed. Just because you guys are lovers doesn't mean that you're going to stop pursuing Xie Lian either. There's nothing wrong with three.

Now the second best thing is that none of you harbor jealousy against the other because usually you guys are side by side like Siamese cats causing trouble.

Very often the two of you gang up to pursue Xie Lian together. You guys even bully heavenly officials together. It's all a part of the fun.

So when Xie Lian initially hears about one ghost? He meets two. Like, okay so he has two calamity body guards. Neat. The same goes as follows. Just when he thought he only had to deal with one smart mouth, it's two. Feng Xin and Mu Qing are very annoyed by this but Xie Lian finds it endearing.

It's actually very nice. He used to have two people by his side, but then the trio was separated. Now he has two people by his side again and he doubts that you two will be leaving anytime soon.

Though, since you're actually a known calamity now the stories and details change up a little bit. Xie Lian can click a few more pieces of the puzzle together.

I mean how do you think Hua Cheng got so good in bed, he wasn't practicing on statues alone. How did Hua Cheng get his smooth, suave, attitude? That'd be you too. You had to encourage him to actually make a move on his precious dianxia instead of seeing him act like a blushing maiden anytime Xie Lian looks at him.

Not that you can speak differently on that one. You've always been there through Hua Cheng's worse and. . . worser. You're both awfully silly. Silly enough to give Xie Lian your ashes one random day.

When Xie Lian woke up with a ring of ashes around his neck? Pause. One ring? Isn't one missing? There's two of you. Hua Cheng and you so, where are your ashes.

He's absolutely delighted and curious when he finds out the two of your ashes are mixed. He finds it endearing the two of you trust each other that much and are so close. That's how he learned the two of you were lovers.

Because that's a big risk, a big promise. To mix your ashes and give it to one person. If Hua Cheng goes, you go too. If you go, Hua Cheng goes too. Which on a usual note would never happen.

Hua Cheng breaking Xie Lian's shackles is not a usual note though. He's devastated when not only one of his lovers fades away into a flock of butterflies but when his other lover does too.

The two of you would never leave him alone though, not with that ring around his neck. He knew you two would come back and you both did. Hand in hand, running to Xie Lian excitedly. The two of you would never have to disappear like that again.

Xie Lian doesn't mind that there's two of you. he has two hands, more the merrier. He's happy and loved. Isn't that all that matters?

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I thought this new ashes idea of mine was cute so 🥰🙏 I hope you guys find it cute too

Sorry about grammar mistakes

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #hualian #hualian x reader #hua cheng x reader #tgcf x male reader #xie lian x reader #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf hualian #tgcf xie lian #mxtx tgcf #mxtx #Tgcf oneshot

[cringetownusa]

Yax, the How and Why:

Part 1: Why do people ship them?

Decided it was time I put together all my thoughts about why I think Yax works particularly well as a ship, and what they all bring to the table.

There's a lot to talk about here, and I'm going to try and hit at least all my big points. I'm also going to be looking at them from the standpoint of Goof Troop, and A Goofy movie, as well as the Og Animaniacs and reboot, Wakkos Wish, (even though that's out of universe for animaniacs) comics, and even the toys.

This is about to get really long, so I'll put it under a read more.

From a personality standpoint, they compliment each other's strengths and weaknesses so well.

Max is earnest and honest. He always has been.

From Goof troop where he wants so badly to do good things, and goes immediately to an adult when he messes up, to A Goofy Movie, where he goes so far to impress the people around him, to his want to do a good job in House of mouse. It's a constant whenever we see him on screen.

Max has seen a lot of growth through his shows and movies, but he's also been consistent. Goofy has clearly done an incredible job raising Max. Max is pretty open about his emotions. He doesn't hide them from his friends or family. There's a level of vulnerability that comes from that, and despite being bullied and picked on, he knows who he is, it only become a matter of insecurity getting other people to see that.

In A Goofy Movie, he doesn't worry about being good enough for roxanne. He says with conviction that "after today, she'll be mine". He doesn't doubt his own abilities. He's confident in what he does, and what he knows he's good at, like skateboarding.

Max is dramatic, he's flamboyant and a show off. He has made himself the center of attention on purpose before; as long as it's something he's well versed in and is confident he can impress with, he thrives. He loves to have that positive attention from big crowds. It pushes him forward.

He is also, and this is very important, a troublemaker.

He always has been, and not just in a well meaning sense.

In Goof Troop, he shows that he's the scheming type, he's the type to cause problems on purpose, just because it's fun. It's often the problem or the solution to several episodes.

Just like the Warners.

Now, these are never super harmful, he's a good kid at his core. He's kind and patient and understands his mistakes, but he's an absolute menace. He would have no trouble fitting in with patented Warner antics.

This next point is talked about a lot.

Max's issues and insecurities make for a fantastic story of growth with Yakko and his siblings. He's worried about being laughed at, at people hearing his laugh (something that is the best part of individuals and their expression of self) and worries about what other people think of it. This issue of his hits against Yakko's need to make people laugh.

They're complimentary. They're foils to each other.

Yakko is similar, but because of how he grew up, and the role he was forced into, he mirrors Max's traits as well.

Yakko is sarcastic, he undercuts a lot of sincerity with humor or hides it behind a veil of snark. He hides his feelings for fear of backlash. Unlike Max, who has his emotions on his sleeve, and has been encouraged to feel them openly from a young age.

Yakko's not able to be so open emotionally, because doing so has gotten both him and his siblings hurt.

Yakko is smart. He's tactical where Max is emotional. He schemes as well, as the spearhead and leader of the zany trio, but he sees more angles than Max does.

He does it out of self preservation in ADDITION to doing it to be a menace and for fun. He's the mastermind of the group, just like Max is to his own group. They're both the snarky personas. Yakko wants, NEEDS to make people laugh, his self worth is tied to it, it's what he was made to do. It's a source of anxiety for him, but also a source of joy. We've seen several instances of moments where Yakko falls back on his "Nations of the World" song, because he wants to make a good impression. We also have evidence of him stressing about his ability to perform in his sleep.

Being able to tell exactly how others are feeling helps Yakko pivot his plans and react in line to the antagonist. He has a hard time being sincere sometimes, prefers to keep himself protected.

But he also craves attention. Loves to be at the center of it, loves it more when it's something he's passionate in or prides himself with.

His jokes, his wit, his singing. His ability to sing and speak tongue twisters that nobody else can. All things he's confident in.

Yakko's strengths lie more in his mind, as opposed to Max's physical capabilities.

Together, they create a dynamic duo of mischief, being people with similar senses of humor, (we have seen both Yakko and Max tell almost identical jokes)they make each other laugh.

With strong senses of justice, they both aren't afraid to bring out the schemes on "special friends", or on people who deserve it; we see that a lot in Goof Troop.

Max is used to havoc. He's closely acquainted with it, he's been doing Goof Luck damage control since he was a small child, constantly being pushed to take the wheel of his dad's mishaps, sometimes very literally.

He would fit in seamlessly to the Warner's adventures, egg them on or do damage control. He's perfectly suited to fill in the space where he's needed, like a liquid changing shape to its container.

They're two sides of the same coin. They are opposites but they support each others weaknesses.

The emotional openness vs. The guarded emotions.

The need to make people laugh vs. The need to not show his laugh.

The physical vs. mental strengths.

Together, they gain inner and outer strength. They'll have someone to confide in, someone with much different upbringings and experiences than their own. Both in and out of universe.

But that's not really all there is to it, is there?

No, because family is so integral to both of their characters, we can't really talk about how good Yax is, and why it works, without talking about Goofy, Wakko, and Dot.

Yakko would never date someone, or even be friends with someone if they didn't like his siblings. Not just get along, like.

The Warners are "All for one, and one for all times 3". There is no talking about such a major change to the Warner dynamic without addressing every Warner, because they're affected too.

Dot and Wakko need someone to be friends with outside of themselves. They need familiarity and kindness.

Who better to open the Warner's to a kinder life, than a toon from a company all about the power of familial and romantic love? The themes that surround Max and Goofy(as well as many other Disney's), are exactly the kind of thing that those kids need the most.

Wakko and Dot need to have love that comes from the outside. Love from a parental figure who isn't their older brother, and love from a real friend, someone who cares about them who they aren't related to and can talk through issues they may otherwise be uncomfortable talking to their siblings about. The Warners are closer than any siblings that have or will ever exist, but there's still some things that are easier to talk about with a third party.

With Goofy, (someone who knows how to raise a kid, and what they would need to thrive) the Warners can finally, just be kids.

Yakko being happy is a the big part, but having the Warners brought into the Disney family by Goofy Goof, the man with so much understanding and love to give, who GETS kids, and has always let Max be a kid and help him through it?

It would help all three of them lean on outside help.

His appearance through Yakko and Max knowing each other, gives the Warners a positive adult figure in their lives who will be there to support them instead of criticize them for being "too much".

Yax isn't JUST about Yakko and Max, it's about the connections these kids make beyond the studio lot.

The connections that start with the eldest himself opening up. Start with Yakko overcoming that fear of rejection and letting people in.

It's about learning the world around them isn't just filled with people who want them locked up.

It's also about Max having someone who can match his energy. Max already has some friends who let him be himself and are wonderful people , but The Warners open up a different side of Max that can allow him to show that freer, mischievous side and have fun in that same way he had enjoyed in Goof Troop. He's allowed to revel in it, instead of worrying about stressing out his friends by getting them in on the antics.

The world is also filled with people who embrace their weirdness and energy, and who will guide them.

Even if you just like yax as friends, it's easy to see the potential and benefits

The Warners and the Goofs, to have lives grow richer.

And more, with them being from separate companies, their worldview would be able to grow to incorporate new ideas and thoughts.

The Warners aren't very open with their emotions, so a father son duo who have always been open and communicative would be able to show them the benefits of doing so themselves.

Plus, watching the Warner Siblings wreak havoc with a smile, hurting no innocents, would be exactly the type of thing to make Max smile in turn.

They deserve each other, deserve kindness and acceptance. ALL of these kids do. And every single one of them get that through Yax.

Plus, through Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Yakko and Max exist within the same universe. They're so close. It's not a stretch to see them interact and understand each other.

Now, there's a lot more to talk about. How it came to be, and how the shipping climate and the timing of the original shows allowed for this to line up to happen.

So look out for that in Part 2, featuring an interview with the person who started it all.

#a goofy movie #animaniacs #yax #max goof #yakko warner #the warner brothers #animaniacs reboot #animaniacs1993 #animaniacs analysis

[amor-immortalem]

A Surprise Party for You pt. 1

Summary: Arella’s birthday is coming up and the Brothers are throwing her a surprise birthday party. Mammon enlists the help of his three eldest children to keep their mother entertained. What kind of activity will the three half-demons come up with?

A/N: So for the past two weeks I’ve been wracking my brain to come up with something for Arella’s birthday. My original concept ended up being trash so I scrapped it and started from scratch and have been writing all day... so I’ll make this a two parter

“Alright, you three, listen up, your Ma’s birthday is two Fridays away so I need y’all to do everything you can to keep ‘er distracted on that day.” The Avatar of Greed says as he calls his three eldest children to a family meeting.

“Why? We havin’ a party or somethin’?” The second eldest - Azalea- asks, one of her eyebrows arched.

“Yes,” The demon nods, “but it’s a surprise so make sure she don’t find out, got it?”

“Yeah fine, but what would we even do?” This time it’s Mammon’s eldest speaking. “The four of us don’t exactly have a lot of overlapping interests with her and we’d wanna keep her entertained, right?”

“Cause mischief,” Azalea smirks, receiving a soft punch in the arm from her twin brother.

“No,” Aurelius gives his sister the side-eye. “Naturally, we should just do whatever Mum wants to do. It’s as simple as that. It is her birthday after all.”

“I mean we could do a scavenger hunt- get our cousins in on it too so it's not just the three of us doing all the work.” Cyrus offers.

“I’m still for causing problems on purpose- that'll be sure to keep her busy the whole day.”

“When aren’t ya up for causin’ trouble, kid?” Mammon sighs, “Look whatever y’all decide to do, your uncle and I will support it financially, just don’t do anything that’ll stress her out. We want this to be a good day.”

“And what are you gonna do, Dad?” the youngest of the trio looks over to the demon, “I mean you and Mum are always together for the whole day on her birthday. She’ll know something’s up right away if you just disappear in the morning.”

“I thought about that.” Mammon hums, “I’ll be around until the four of you go out, but I’ve gotta get to the demon lord’s castle by noon at the latest so I can help everyone set up. I’ll take Mahlon with me too, so we don’t have to worry about him spillin’ the bean and ruinin’ the surprise.”

“Alright,” Azalea nods, “When do we gotta have a plan figured out?”

“No later than Wednesday. Especially if y’all’re gonna do that scavenger hunt. Your uncle and I will need time to get all the locations secured.”

“Aight, we’ll have it to ya by the end of the weekend,” The freckled half-demon declared, much to the protest of her brothers.

“Now hold on a minute, you can’t just put all that pressure on us to come up with an idea that quickly,” Cyrus scolds his sister.

“Oh please, the three of us are smart enough to figure something out by the end of the weekend so that deadline should be more than enough time...”

“Anyway,” Mammon says as he clears his throat, “By Wednesday at the latest. I gotta go get your brother from school now so start thinkin’ about what ya guys’re gonna do.”

“Alright, See ya later!” the three of them call as their father grabs his keys and heads out the door.

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As the weekend progressed, the three cambions put their heads together and came up with what seemed like the perfect plan. They would go with the initial scavenger hunt idea but also- using Aurelius’ proficiency in spatial magic- add elements of an escape room. Their mother would have to hunt down items from her time here in the Devildom and the one summer they all spent up in the human world together and she wouldn’t be able to advance until she’d found all the items in the room. The adults would handle all the set up so the only thing to do was wait for the big day.

The week and a half leading up to the event passed quickly enough and soon their mother’s birthday was upon them. Cyrus disappeared after breakfast to round up their cousins who would all serve as the introduction to each room. There were seven rooms, seven objects she would need to hunt down with an eighth and final challenge waiting for her if time permitted for it. Once noon hit, the twins were all but shoving their mother out the door.

“C’mon, guys, you don’t have to shove me,” Arella chuckled as she followed their lead.

“Yeah, but we’re gonna be late so you gotta hurry!” Azalea smiles as she opens the car door for her. “It’s gonna be a really fun day, okay?”

“Alright, Alright,” The human smiles as she climbed into the car. “Aurelius, make sure you drive safely please.”

“Will do. Don’t worry,” The half-demon smiles as he hops into the driver seat and Azalea gets into the passenger side before the car speeds off.

“AURELIUS! Slow down!”

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“You drive like your father.” Arella sighs in relief as the car finally comes to a stop. How this child got his license, she’ll never know. “I think I’m going to be sick... How did we not get pulled over?”

“Nice going, genius,” Azalea sighs, “Dad said don’t stress her out.”

“What, we got here in one piece, didn’t we? It’s fine.” The teen shrugs as he shut the car off and got out. “I’ll leave you to see her inside the building, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. See ya later.”

“Later,” he disappears so he can set up the spell that will link all the escape rooms together.

Once Arella has recovered enough from the near-death experience that was their car ride here, she notices she’s alone with her daughter.

“Where’d your brother go?”

“Don’t worry about it, yeah? C’mon, we’re gonna play an escape room.” Azalea takes a hold of her mother’s hand and all but drags her inside the building where Cyrus is waiting for them.

The moment the two females step foot inside, they’re transported to the kitchen in the House of Lamentation- or at least a recreated version of the way it had looked back when she’d first come to stay there. Nowadays, it had been remodeled after there had been extensive damage done to it when the brothers left the House after graduating from RAD.

“Welcome, Mom,” Cyrus says from his seat on the kitchen island, “to our escape room and scavenger hunt combo! We wanted to do something fun with you this year for your birthday since we never really do anything.”

“I certainly appreciate it,” The human smiles as she looks around the room. “You three must’ve gone all out, huh?”

“You could say that again,” Azalea mumbled, “He didn’t have to be this extra about it, damn Aurelius...”

Arella only smiles, “It looks just the same as the day I arrived at the house. So, what are the rules?”

“You gotta find the item that corresponds to each scene, and I can only give you one clue as to what that item or items are. We hid them in relatively easy spots to find that are closer to the ground to accommodate for your height too. The order of rooms will go in the order in which you made your pacts with Dad and the rest of our uncles.” Azalea explains, “And there’s an added surprise at the end when ya find the correct item. Since it’s Aurelius’ spell that he cooked up with Solomon, he didn’t bother to tell us what that surprise was.”

The human nods at that. “So that would mean... since we’re here in the kitchen I’m looking for your father’s credit card or at least a replica of the one he used back when I first met him...”

“Whatever the item was that you two initially made your pact over is the item your lookin’ for...” Azalea comments, “Please don’t tell me a credit card was why you two formed a pact...”

“I won’t say one way or another then,” Arella chuckles as she opens the freezer and begins to look inside causing both her daughter and adopted son to shoot each other confused looks.

“Uh... Mum?” Azalea peers over her mother, “Whatcha doin’?”

“Found it,” The black-haired human pulls out a chuck of ice from the back of the freezer, in it: Goldie.

“Damn,” The pair of half demons say.

“I knew Dad likes to leave things in odd places but... his credit card in the fuckin’ freezer? That’s a new one.”

“Oh, Azalea, honey no, your father’s not the one who put Goldie here. No, Uncle Lucifer made a habit of literally freezing your father’s credit cards when he would overindulge in his sin. It was sort of a running joke in the House for a bit.”

“Yeah, that tracks...” Cyrus sighs as the replica of Goldie began to glow.

Suddenly it wasn’t just the three of them anymore but instead they were joined by an illusion of Mammon, Levi, and a past version of Arella- still in her chinchilla form at that time.

“What the hell do the two of ya think you’re doin’?! Get her outta the microwave before ya damage the magnetic strip!” The three of them watch as the Avatar of Greed all but tears the microwave door off in an attempt to get his beloved credit card back but Levi just snatches the chuck of ice away from his grasp before he can get it.

“If you want the card back, you’ll have to forge a pact with the Human first!”

“Wha-! I’m not doin’ that, Levi! Gimme back my card!”

“Oh Lucifeeeeerrrrr, Mammon found-”

“FINE! I’ll do it!”

The scene fades out as Arella is left standing in the replica of the kitchen with Cyrus and Azalea and a portal opens up to the next room.

“That was a nice little trip down Memory Lane,” The human laughs softly to herself, “I guess I should continue the game, huh?”

“Henry’s waiting for you in the next room,” Cyrus nods, “We’ll see you at the end. Have fun!” He and his sister watch as the human heads off through the portal. “I hope the challenges get harder- Mom got through that too quickly...”

“No, time’s movin’ differently on the outside- that much Aurelius told me. It's probably been about a good hour at this point. I’ll still be waitin’ at the end for her just in case.”

“What’s the last challenge if you don’t mind me asking? Aurelius on decided on the layout of the seven rooms but the eighth challenge was left solely to you...”

“I had Solomon recreate a certain section in the Fourth Layer of Hell for her to chase me through. She’ll have to take a set of bells off me in order to win.”

“Why there specifically? Anywhere in the Devildom would have been good enough.”

“Because she’ll never get to see the Fourth Layer without her soul bein’ trapped there for all eternity and I wanted her to see how beautiful it really is.”

And with that the siblings go silent, as Azalea leaves her brother to his own devices.

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mammon #obey me oc #arella #cyrus #aurelius #azalea

[keingleichgewicht]

WERE YOU KIDDING ABOUT THE ASK GAME if not i dont have any specific lyrics in mind but i always thought the lyrics to the mill were so cool and maybe you could get some thoughts out of them? :0

YEAH GOD OKAY LET’S TALK ABOUT THE MILL. LET’S TALK ABOUT UHHHHHHHHH [THROWS DARTBOARD]

this line. this MIGHT go on for a while so i will............  readmore

so the mill feels kind of notably different to the rest of the pafl songs, which tend to be unusually literal for lyric, either straightforward retellings of events (punch it, punk!) or character piece monologues set to plot visuals (strike 3) or both (all of them, but for instance particularly comfort zone, which is just dmitry’s horrible manifesto until it gets hijacked by a death sentence in the second verse.) the mill is a lot more like what we expect from poetry these days, which is to say it’s heavy on imagery, low on clarity, and fucking confusing!

I’ll draw a circle in the sand, drive myself around the bend in a desperate attempt to hold on to your battered hand Rocked to sleep beneath the snow, she is bathed in youthful glow ‘Strong enough to let it go,’ he says, but darling, I don’t know

a lot of the mill is about circles. this is in the name: a mill is something which turns. a waterwheel is a circle, a grindstone is a circle. it’s even in the melody: the chorus is a cyclic, pentatonic four-note riff that keeps going up and down and up its own ladder, chasing its own tail, not really reaching resolution. and then it’s also in, you know, the story:

the meat grinder!!!! everyone’s favorite fucking hellhole!!!! it is only semi-explicitly identified in the song but that’s because it’s a concept from the source material - both tarkovsky’s stalker and roadside picnic feature the meat-grinder, as a location nicknamed thus by stalkers because it is even more fucking deadly than the rest of the zone, all of which is already ridiculously fucking deadly, and if you’ve seen the movie:

it is more or less instantly recognizable in the mill as well. so here we have a circle! here we have a mill (the title has about seventy double meanings but this is certainly one of them,) and as it turns out, this mill at least will absolutely kill you. and horribly too. interestingly though, in roadside picnic (the book) the meat-grinder is not a tunnel, and it’s not round - it’s just a nondescript patch of ground which will wring you out like a dishcloth and kill you extremely dead if you walk into it. on the other hand what we have in the book in terms of circles is the golden ball, which is the equivalent of the movie’s the room, which is, well,

in short both stories ultimately hinge upon the idea that there is a something in the zone which can give you your heart’s desire. anything you want. everything you want. whatever you want. it is infinitely powerful; it is infinitely capable. the catch is that it will only give you what you want. the catch is that giving you what you want is not the same as giving you what you are asking for. the other catch is that in both cases you have to get through the meat-grinder first.

(so, by the way, what the fuck, right? does pafl’s zone have a wish-granting factory? is it also behind the grinder? where were the original trio going when they got themselves fucked up? and did they get there?)

but the point is: the golden ball, the wish-granting factory, is also a circle. it’s just sort of a sphere. it’s a big round fuckin yellow thing. you know, sorta like:

which is THE ONLY TIME yellow is used in occam’s razor not counting the full-colour shots, and it drives me CRAZY, but it is also me going full conspiracy board so let’s not even worry about it. THE POINT IS.

the circle is the death-machine and the wish-machine. neither of these things are really.... very good. the circle, or at least the arc, is also very closely associated with death:

(розовая дуга предрассветного, ‘rose arc of pre-dawn’. if i’ve fucked up that nominative please feel free to stone me to death!) 

in the gdoc notes to message lost ferry briefly refers to the dawn as if it were a good thing, the dawn of hope, which is a usage that sort of agrees with the desolate and deathless hope of strike 3′s ‘everything will pass / a day will come,’ but on the other hand it really is very closely associated with dying. nikolai bites it; nikita bites it; sergei and olga left significant chunks of themselves behind. and the thing about ‘this too shall pass’ is that it’s always true, as is ‘everything ends’, but of course that’s ‘cause the thing that ends might be you. and as we know

dawn is an ending. so that seems concerning!

i think the circle, the arc, the bolt falling back to the ground, is not a good thing. i am getting a little conspiracy board here in general but forgive me, i cannot make you a wholesome answer, my wit’s diseased. i think the circle is an enclosed space. it’s an unbroken cycle. it’s the grindstone. it’s the mill. it’s about what pafl’s always been about: about being trapped, about having no chances, about being bordered upon. the circle’s the geometric figure of equidistance from a given point, and you can walk on it forever, and nothing will ever change; you will never get closer, you will never get further away, you will never get out! the sun rises, the sun sets, and you are no closer to anything you wanted. it’s worth noting that anya’s borderline city, the zone-edge port town she complains is trying to crush all her dreams, her mill

is a circle. (a cog in a machine! a grind-wheel! a cage!)

and yura, whose dreams have already been burned out of him, who starts the series already resigned to never getting out of here, calls it ‘this dire deja-vu’, i am specifically resisting putting the accent marks back onto that, which is to say, it’s a repetition that haunts him. it’s going round and round and getting nowhere.

so if we bring it back around: drawing a line in the sand, as the phrase is generally used, means setting a border, means saying this far and no further. often it’s yourself you’re setting the border for. you hit some divide you can’t abide crossing so you say this stops here, it may be too early or too late, but i say it stops here. so logically: drawing a circle in the sand means you’ve locked yourself in completely.

I’ll draw a circle in the sand, drive myself around the bend in a desperate attempt to hold your battered hand

the whole first half of this song, i think, is olga promising to grind herself down in a hundred ways if it means she won’t be left alone. how hard can it be to never let it overflow? she may feel lower than the low, she may wish she could just disappear out here, into the postindustrial rust, but though it gets harder all the time she will keep pretending. she isn’t going to burden sergei, or indeed anyone, with her problems, her fears, her scars. she is hurt, but she’s used to it, she’s gotten used to being haunted long ago. she keeps her bad eye covered. she stays within her circle she has drawn. she keeps going round and round. she will take the smallest sliver of human connection and be happy, she promises she will be happy, she promises she won’t ask for more, she will take just the ‘hello.’

but you knooooow it’s not true. you know it’s grinding her down, that she’ll be milled to nothing pretty soon, and really she knows it too.

i am perhaps seventy percent sure that this line is a reference to the windmills of your mind by michel legrande, which features such lines as

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

which on one hand seems sort of obscure to be a purposeful reference but on the other hand would be a hell of a coincidence if it wasn’t, wouldn’t it. either way it characterizes circles ambiguously, but definitely unsettlingly. going around in circles is chasing infinity, but what in god’s name would you do with it if you caught it? what are you even hoping to accomplish? and: 

the second half of this song is bitterer, sharper - staring down the mouth of the meat-grinder she’s a little more willing to admit to herself that this is going nowhere. she is running out of cages to keep herself in. she is very tired. it’s easy to say why don’t you leave it all behind, it’s easy to say, she’s strong enough to let it go, it’s easy to say, too strong to die. it is a lot harder to actually live.

this is also where the flashbacks admit to us how badly hurt they really were - sergei with his whole side in shreds, she still hides her eye but at least we get to see it’s bleeding. this moral compass is forever misaligned, she says, so there is damage, and it is lasting. and she can’t settle for hello, she can’t live like this, she needs someone by her side. the trouble is whether she can believe she has any hope of getting that

as for who ‘her’ is, or the ‘she’ of ‘she is bathed in youthful glow’, i figure there’s two possibilities: either it’s nadya, who haunts olga too, because nikita’s abandonment of nadya represents exactly what she most fears for herself, or it’s olga’s younger, unbroken, binocular self - both of whom were so young, and so easily hurt, and are now unfindable.

and then there’s this conclusion: ‘the sun will rise, until then / i’ll be waiting for you on the other side.’ which maybe is a sort of hope after all? she’s reached no real conclusions in the zone - she knows there must be hope but she can only barely believe in it - she thinks she is destined to self-destruct. but on the other hand she still has that, a version of sergei’s own ‘a day will come’

you may be hurt, but if you can hold yourself together, you can hope for a dawn someday. an ending. a change. but the trouble’s that there’s more than one kind of ending. and there’s more than one meaning for other side. there are cages, and then there are cages. and you know what else looks like a tunnel, a circle?

staring down the barrel of the gun.

#pafl #parties are for losers #it speaks #ask #in all fairness and in my defence when i made the joke i said i would write not less than one thousand words and by fuck #this has not been less than one thousand words! #jorgyjuice #THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ALSO THIS WAS REALLY FUN #and thank you VERY dearly to anyone who takes the time to read all this; you own my soul now; feel free to collect at any time #metatext

[allaboardtheussharringrove]

So @billy-baby mentioned That 70’s Show and Harringrove, and it reminded me of a *whole ass* set of hc’s about a 70’s/Stranger Things AU that has been sitting in my notes for literal years collecting dust, so here it is:

-Billy & Hyde would be besties, probably neighbours in the same shitty neighbourhood

-They headbang to hard rock and metal, jam to 60’s & 70’s rock while drinking TONS of beer and hotboxing the Camaro and El Camino, respectively

-Bands they’d have in common: AC/DC, Black Sabbath & Ozzy Osbourne, Scorpions, KISS, Judas Priest, Van Halen, and Led Zeppelin just to name a couple

-Hyde always gives Billy shit for like, never wearing a shirt, Billy gives Hyde shit for his ever-present sunglasses & sideburns

-They know each other’s parental problems, and take refuge in the Forman’s basement/the empty Harrington house (yes, we’re talkin’ a Hawkins, Indiana/Point Place, Wisconsin mashup here)

-Billy still has a major crush on Steve (Harrington that is, Steven Hyde will only be referred to as Hyde [and that possible name mix-up could cause some hilarity whenever anyone calls out “Steven”, and some embarrassing rumour drama for Billy, Steve, & Hyde (or omg a block party at the Formans where Kitty calls out “William! Steven! Michael!” And she turns around and has Billy, Will, Hyde, Steve, Mike, and Kelso starting at her expectantly)])

-Billy probably also thinks Eric and Kelso are kinda cute, but total dumbasses, they both definitely annoy him

-Fez would have a totally awkward and hilarious crush on Billy, and you just know Billy would flirt with him on purpose just to make him nervous (this might make Steve a lil jealous and annoy him to no end)

-Jackie would have the BIGGEST crush on Steve, after Kelso, and drag him around to go shopping and shit, he would tolerate it but Billy would absolutely hate her as a “bitchy rich entitled snot-nosed brat” cause she would be vocal about him being poor and he’d have to be calmed down by Hyde and Steve all the time

-Billy would give Hyde an unimaginable amount of shit for going out with Jackie, hooo boy!

-Steve would get a kick outta Kelso, but I think he and Eric would be pretty close friends, with Steve always pushing to hang around at the Forman’s cause Eric’s parents are always present, as opposed to his empty house (he adores Kitty Forman for SURE as the mother he never had)

-But the gang would surely hold parties at the Harrington’s....and only sometimes get away with it (both these groups are known for their KEGS! and the 70’s teens would lose their damn minds over Keg Kings Billy & Steve)

-Billy would put the charm on for Kitty sometimes just to see her blush, and Red would get annoyed and just a little threatening saying something like “Like to see how charming you are with my foot up your ass” and Billy being the abused kid that he is automatically takes it a little too seriously- probably flinches, goes a little pale, stutters out a “Yes sir, sorry sir”

-This would make Kitty and Red a bit concerned, pay a visit to the Hargrove household- I wouldn’t be surprised if they experience Neil putting Billy down or catch a glimpse of a smack or something and they would for sure take action with Red intimidating Neil cause you know he could

-Anyway! Girls. Robin and Donna would be THE BEST FRIENDS EVER, cause Donna had no other cool girl friend to hang out with and you just KNOW Robin might have an “itsy bitsy” (huge) crush on Donna, cause she’s Hot Donna, also they’re both super into female empowerment (and honestly, when Donna/Eric break up I could see her maybe falling for Robin too)

-Donna and Billy would be buds, she might like him for a hot minute but be cool with him being gay (Out of everyone in the 70’s gang, I think he’d most likely share this with her - cause she’d probably figure it out - even if it’s just to gush about their dumb, brave, pretty brunette boys to each other)

-Max would LOVE Donna, not just because of the hair (but also redhead solidarity is important), but because they’re both badasses and would totally vibe together- Max, Billy, and Donna would be an unexpectedly fun trio (and Billy would complain about having to drive the “GingeTwins” around all the time or something to that effect)

-And Jackie having to babysit Erica (because Donna does it sometimes, but she’s out for the night) would be the best thing ever good lord, Erica would put Jackie in her place, but they’d probably make up some schemes together too

-Also Erica would be absolutely appalled at having a similar name to Eric, she’d probably call him something along the lines of “Supreme Nerd” or “King of the Nerds” and have an endless supply of unimpressed looks for him during their debates of whose name is better

-Eric would totally join Mike, Will, Lucas & Dustin in their nerd exploits (STAR WARS!) And he and Dustin would get into loooong nerd debates

-I think Kelso would join Dustin & Lucas (and maybe the other boys too) in doing mischievous experiments including but not limited to: pyrotechnics, wrist rockets, radios and electronics... He’d begrudgingly listen to the scientific explanations of the boys (which would all fly right over his head) and they would have a moderate success rate, but also have to run away from the trouble they’d get in

-Lucas and Hyde would always be cool, but after finding out about Hyde’s biological dad they could become closer (Hyde’s dad and Lucas would have the best banter)

-Will and Eric would geek out over comics, and I think Eric would be super nice/supportive about seeing Will’s drawings

-Jonathan would be pretty quiet at first, but might talk to Fez since they’re both kinda the odd man out in each group (and he’d be genuinely NICE to Fez, *side eyes 70’s teens*)- then he’d be roped into doing random/stupid/mildly illegal stuff with the gang

-And despite Billy & Hyde being besties, I think Jonathan would bond with Hyde over shitty dads (plus I think Hyde would love Joyce, and she’d be another offer of refuge for him & Billy) and WEED WEED WEED

-Actually that might definitely be a sub-trio: Jonathan, Billy, & Hyde- they’d all have each other’s backs when it came to family drama (and later on when Hyde gets his record store, he’d offer them both jobs and Jonathan would be over the fuckin’ moon and work there)

-Billy would for sure work for Red in his muffler shop, and Red would take him under his wing, probably unwittingly become the father figure Billy never had.

-Nancy, hmmm, well she’s on the richer side of town so her and Jackie might be friends? but she’d for sure get annoyed with Jackie’s shallow bullshit

-OH and Robin would also hate Jackie I think, ‘cause of her entitlement and relentless obsession with boys (poor Jackie, I’m not setting her up for anything great here huh)

-So that’d be why Steve is friends with her, if only ‘cause he feels bad when she alienates herself from the rest of the teens, they (and I hate to say this) *could possibly* date for like 5 minutes, it’d be a REALLY hard time for Billy...and Kelso. And those two would probably come up with some hairbrained scheme to break them up (and succeed, but each get ripped a new one because of it)

-But at least the group of teen girls would be bigger if Donna, Robin, Jackie, and Nancy all hung out together sometimes (and if they tried to have a sleepover or something there would be toooo many idiot boys trying to creep on them, I think Billy would be the voice of reason and tell them they’re all being dickheads)

-And he’d give Fez a fuck ton of shit for being such a voyeuristic creep, probably make him stop hiding in people closets (wait what? Fez is like constantly coming out of closets in that show?! hello?? is that a thing??? Oh ho-ho they’d have a whole talk about that)

-Steve would get a kick outta Fez, probably think he was the funniest dude on the planet, as I’d say they’re the goofballs of the group (and yes, I am mostly excluding the King Steve narrative from this and using only cool mom Steve, cool? cool.)

-Steve might also have a lil crush on Donna, (‘cause a strong personality and blue eyes is like his kink, we all know this) but Eric would throw a fit about that and then they’d be all buddy-buddy discussing Donna & Billy (I think Eric being kind of a dumbass about his own gay kiss might put Steve off for a bit [and make Billy super hesitant and real pissed], but I also think Eric would be cool with hearing Steve out about his big bisexuality-discovery-adventure)

-Donna and Eric trying set Steve and Billy up by saying they’re all gonna hang out, and then like locking Billy/Steve in a room together or something and leaving😈

-When Billy/Steve’s relationship comes out, Hyde’s reaction is probably “That’s cool, man” Kelso would make some corny statement about how hot *he* is, Fez would probably fangirl over it with big ole heart eyes, Jackie would be like “weird, whatever”, Kitty would get flustered and then overly excited about it after a while, Red would be uncomfortable but okay with it saying something like “I better not catch you two dumbasses doing anything in my house”

-Ohmygod, Red as a father figure to Billy, Kitty as a mother figure to Steve, and they end up being so supportive of the boys ‘cause they have to put up with so much parental shit (say what you want, but the Formans have compassion) and they convert their house/backyard into a little private prom for the whole gang just so Billy/Steve can dance together and be themselves

-Billy, Steve, and Robin would die laughing every time they saw/talked to Leo. And I feel like Robin would talk her way into a job at the Photo Hut and then just end up being the manager and hires Jonathan herself to do the developments

-And you know how Hyde is always punching Kelso in the arm? Well he’d always get one, and Billy would punch the other arm as he’d classify Kelso a special kind of idiot, they’d always be teasing Kelso together, but Billy (and Steve I’m sure) would have some wicked BURNS that Kelso would love

-Steve and Kelso as friends? Sure, pretty boys gotta stick together~ especially when Steve gets called that by Billy, and then Kelso insists he’s a prettier boy, and Billy either rolls his eyes or flirts aggressively cause Kelso doesn’t understand WHY that’s Steve’s nickname, and it’s a whole can of worms you guys

-(And I didn’t forget about El, I’m just not quite sure where she fits in this AU... she probably doesn’t have powers and is the new kid who moves into town cause of a bad home life, she’d befriend Max in school and then I think Donna would take her under wing, then she’d be a hit with the teen gang cause she’d break her quietness with witty comments/one-liners, and since she’s very intuitive still, she gravitates towards Billy & Hyde and there would be some touching heart-to-hearts about shitty parental situations followed immediately after by inappropriate offers of beer to which she responds with a firm “gross”)

-And finally, *the Circle* would be so much bigger and funnier with the Stranger Teens in it

#harringrove #that 70’s show #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steven hyde #donna pinciotti #eric forman #robin buckley #jackie burkhart #michael kelso #fez #johnathan byers #nancy wheeler #Stranger 70’s Things #no upside down tho just teen sitcom #ahhhh my hc’s these are just my brain rambles so like do with them what you will 🤷‍♀️ #I really love both these shows so #in high school kids always said I was like donna lmao❤️ #long post #😬 #oh! and someone be nice to Jackie for me? I dunno how I could not get her into a good spot among the gang🤔 #excessive use of parentheses

[shadowdarkee]

Giratina&Distortion/Reverse World Headcanon

As background, lets start with what's already known to us: The Distortion/Reverse world is a parallel world reflecting the normal world where space and time behave abnormally, gravity changes massively with location, and all that good stuff. When spacetime gets damaged in the normal world, this place gets polluted. When stuff in the Reverse World gets damaged, explosions happen in the normal world. It's home to the Legendary Pokémon Giratina, the third part of the trio of Dialga (representing Time), and Palkia (representing space). Logically, what Giratina represents should be orthogonal to the two. Word of God says that Giratina and its world represent antimatter. What the fuck? What do antiparticles have to do with time and space? As a brief aside, 106 years ago the mathematician Emmy Noether proved (in laymens terms) that every symmetry in how a physical system works implies a conservation law. For instance, if the physics of a system doesn't change with time (time invariance), then energy is conserved. symmetry under translation (physics works the same in a system no matter where one sets the origin. Ex:physics works the same if 3 meters to your left as it does where you are currently standing) implies conservation of [linear] momentum. Rotational symmetry (physics works the same in all directions) implies conservation of angular momentum. And so on. Now, as far as we can tell physics in the pokémon world obeys all these symmetries. However, it doesn't take much thought to notice that the conservation laws are broken routinely. Pokémon evolution draws energy/mass from nowhere. So do all sorts of attacks. Beam attacks like water gun or hyper beam that don't send the user backwards blatantly violate conservation of momentum. The mass from food that Pokémon eat vanishes entirely. What's going on here? Why does Pokémon seem to contradict Noether's theorem? You may be asking what this has to do with anything, or be about to reply 'Shadaki, you're looking way too much into this', but bare with me. Back to the main topic: Giratina, its world, and antimatter. Now, while we're used to the idea of antimatter as simply being particles of opposite charge, that wasn't the original conception. When Paul Dirac was working on relativistic quantum mechanics, his Dirac Equation for spin 1/2 particles (i.e. electrons) allowed for negative energy solutions - which is a problem, as particles are assumed to have positive energy. His explanation for the negative solutions (and why positive energy particles don't decay into them) was that below the ground state is a ‘sea’ (yes, that Dirac Sea) of filled negative energy states (by Pauli's Exclusion Principle, only one spin 1/2 particle can exist in a specific state at a time). If the correct amount of energy is given, a particle from a negative state can be kicked up to a positive state, leaving a 'hole' in the sea. By all intents and purposes the 'hole' behaves like a particle with opposite charge. That is: Antimatter.

Headcanon: Giratina is more broadly the Dragon of Antimatter and Symmetries, and the '-' in 'space-time'. The Distortion/Reverse World is in turn a generalized version of the Dirac Sea as well as possibly serving as a way of mapping points in space to points in time. Anytime a Pokémon is doing something that seems to be violating a conservation law, its actually moving the 'violating' quantity to or from the Distortion/Reverse World. If one were to measure the space-time curvature of the otherworld in a specific location, one would find that it also changes depending on whether a Pokemon (or human?) is located in the corresponding sidereal location - except opposite from normal. Destroying something in the Reverse World causes its sidereal counterparts to try to fall to fill in energy state in the hole. The 'Pollution' comes from the world having trouble mapping points or genuine conservation law violations and figuratively raising its arms and saying 'fuck if I know, its supposed to be loosely like this or something'

#pokemon #pokeani #headcanon #speculative physics #scifi #pokemon headcanons #giratina #legendary pokemon #worldbuilding #pokemon worldbuilding #speculative metaphysics #antimatter #dirac sea #distortion world

[jann-the-bean]

Mocha

Let me introduce my oc! Say hello to my precious little Mocha! Below you will see her design (reference??) I created! She was inspired by a role play @help-im-a-gay-fish and I did.

About Mocha: She is a mix between a dog and rabbit monster. Mocha was born and raised in the outskirts but attended school that was in the heart of the city. As a result she was often bullied and was outcasted because she wasn’t a “true” city girl. Initially the bullying did affect her so as a result she mostly kept to herself. Eventually she gained confidence as the years went by thanks to her parents and friends she made along the way. Gradually she stopped caring what others thought of her.

Under the cut is more information about her such as her backstory, likes, dislikes, and just random facts!

She is strong-spirited and very few things truly get under her skin. Similar to Ccino, she had to learn self defense techniques to protect herself from muggers (and creeps). She’s well-liked by most and is easy to get along with. She isn’t afraid to voice her opinions and will stick up for what she believes in. She’s loyal to her friends and family. Mocha isn’t afraid to get into a physical altercation if needed to prove a point. However, she does have a bad habit of jumping to conclusions. Can be quick to judge which often times causes problems, where she then later has to go back and resolve. That’s if she’s not too prideful to admit she was wrong.

She is strong-spirited and very few things truly get under her skin. Similar to Ccino, she had to learn self defense techniques to protect herself from muggers (and creeps). She’s well-liked by most and is easy to get along with. She isn’t afraid to voice her opinions and will stick up for what she believes in. She’s loyal to her friends and family. Mocha isn’t afraid to get into a physical altercation if needed to prove a point. However, she does have a bad habit of jumping to conclusions. Can be quick to judge which often times causes problems, where she then later has to go back and resolve. That’s if she’s not too prideful to admit she was wrong.

Personality: Hardworking, honest, cheerful, reliable, resourceful, dedicated, impulsive, know-it-all, critical

Pet peeves: People who don’t clean up after themselves. Anyone that walks slower than her. Killer.

Hobbies: She likes to sing in her spare time, but she will never admit to it. Often times if you hear someone humming or quietly singing at the coffee shop 9/10 It’s most likely Mocha. She doesn’t realize she’s doing this until someone points it out.

She loves to go visit waterfalls, lakes, beaches, anything with touristic water locations. She finds these areas to be relaxing (when not bustling with annoying tourists) and just likes to be surrounded by nature.

Likes: She enjoys making coffee just as much as she likes drinking it. She’s wouldn’t classify herself as a coffee addict. She does like to drink 2-3 cups of coffee in a day if not more, but she would never really admit it. Sweets, mocha has a major sweet tooth and will hardly refuse any gift in the form of pastries, candy, or that is just sweet in general.

She does have a crush on Ccino, which initially was just a simple liking to him because she thought he was cute and overall nice guy. Mocha was rather surprised when she found out that Ccino was dating two celebrities, and was further surprised to find out that it was Killer and Nightmare. She wasn’t bothered that it was a poly relationship. No, she disliked the fact that someone as innocent, sweet, charming, and a caring skeleton like Ccino could end up with a cold, unaffectionate, distant celebrity (Nightmare) and a vulgar, perverted, shameless celebrity (Killer). The more she thought about it the more she realized (thought) that she was a better match for Ccino.

There have been times that her crush has caused problems between the trio, but not because she does this intentionally. Half of the time she doesn’t realize that she’d caused any problems until later which she does regret. Even if she doesn’t like Nightmare or Killer she would never try to purposely separate them. Because she can see how happy he is around them and how lovingly he talks about them. She’d prefer him to be happy and she prefers to keep her feelings hidden from Ccino.

Eventually she does warm up to the two (Nightmare and Killer) and eventually does end up as an ally, helping them in anyway she can. She defends them out in public, and would help keep an eye on Ccino when they’re away for an extended period of time.

Dislikes: “Fake people” such as those who pretend to be your friend just because it benefits them. “Karens” She does not take any crap from them or rude customers in general and she will argue with them. For example if they try to scam their way for a free refill Mocha will call them out. Of course, she has gotten in trouble for arguing with the customers but the owner/ managers are rather thankful for her bluntness. Mocha has threatened to fight customer several times outside of work. Yes, Ccino has had to hold her back a few times. She hates creeps and absolutely despises it when someone continuously hits on her after she’s clearly rejected them.

Hates: Celebrities/ Businessmen or businesswomen. This hate stems from a negative experience she had when she was in a, what she thought, was a serious relationship. She dated someone who was a simple supervisor, of a well known business in the city, who ensured his employees were being productive. Later her (ex) boyfriend managed to become CEO of the company. Her ex prioritized the business over their relationship and became increasingly distant as the months passed. He was hardly at his apartment flat, and she would hardly ever be able contact him. Unfortunately the relationship ended with him essentially ghosting her. She believes that anyone in a similar position is/ will eventually end up like her, suffering in a loveless relationship.

She hates being called floppy/ floppy ears. People would often make fun of her ears because they droop. She has no control over that and it’s a condition she was born with. She also hates being called “patches” she thinks it’s a derogatory term because of her multicolored ‘fur.’

Fun fact: Ccino and Mocha will spar on occasions to help each other with their self defense skills. Most of the time they will go to Mocha’s flat because it’s difficult to train with Ccino’s kittens. Killer tags along to support his boyfriend, but killer gets carried away and ends up having a little too much fun with Ccino when mocha becomes distracted/ busy.

She does have a spray bottle she uses on Killer if he gets a little too excited (this only started after she got more comfortable around Killer).

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Mocha’s design was created by me!

I will also credit @help-im-a-gay-fish because Mocha was created during our RP and gayfish came up with several headcanons that I loved

Studioverse was created by @zu-is-here

Since Mocha kinda exists in studioverse

Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko

Killer (mentioned) belongs to @rahofy-sketch

Nightmare (mentioned) belongs to @jokublog

Feel free to ask questions about her! I will try to answer to the best of my ability!

#my art #my oc #my headcanon #studioverse oc #studio verse #studioverse #ccino #killer #nightmare #mocha #studio!ccino #studio!killer #studio!nightmare #studio!mocha #Well this took a while #but I’m so proud with how she turned out #just look at her! #she has a big heart #too bad her love is one sided #I kinda feel bad for her #she couldn’t help falling for her coworker Ccino #her design was kinda based off of this bunnies that have floppy ears #she’s a good girl and so lovable #but yeah she definitely didn’t like Killer at first #she thought he was a jerk #eventually she was able to tolerate him #but mostly cuz she didn’t want to upset Ccino #I want to say that actually Killer and Mocha would end up being good friends #anyway I hope you all like her! as walkways thanks for your support! <3

[lovely-necromancy]

A Cure for Insomnia CH 18

The past three of four years have been terrible for you.

It all started with your two idiot cohorts, three if you want to count Tim, deciding to run away from The Operator's protection.

A late night talk between Tim and Toby clued you in to the plan but you hadn't regained control of your body in time to stop them. For all his bitching about the kid Tim had a soft spot for him; so of course the second Toby mentioned his fantasies of a “normal” life Tim tried to make it happen.

You say tried but he did in fact succeed. Tim succeeded in recklessly ripping you all from The Operator's territory and fleeing his grasp every time he made an attempt to collect you all.

At first you had thought that as soon as they realized what rough states they were all in they'd go crawling right back to Him for safety. But then came the therapists and psychiatrists, the daily affirmations and the medications.

Fucking pathetic.

Toby was getting treated for his issues and finding ways to cope with the tangled web he found himself in. It was agonizing to watch the brat slowly undo His ties, and little by little those strings started to fall away from him. He got a dog and trained it to assist him in his quest for normalcy and autonomy. Even going so far as to have it sense an oncoming seizure for Brian.

That was the only good thing Rogers had done, he'd found a way to tie them all together. Making it that much easier for them to all be found again. Sooner or later He would find you all and punish them for their misguided attempts to escape him.

You could only watch helplessly as Tim sought help and started taking medications for his “Schizophrenia”. Bastard knows Latuda will keep you away, trapped in your shared mind unable to gain access to your body.

Hoodie had been rendered near useless a bit after Rogers joined the team. Brian focusing on his relationship with Tim effectively putting such a tight lock on Hoodie that you rarely saw the proxy. Though if you were being completely honest Brian himself is a bit too much like Hoodie. It's hard for even you to tell what he's been doing to help himself these past few years. He keeps his cards pretty close to his chest.

Recently, like the past month, you've started to regain control in a few places of Tim's mind before being able to front for a few moments at a time. Tim was unaware at first and then you'd gotten cocky with that hour when he'd been making amends with that local, YN. You just felt His presence, His thrall, around and wanted to see if it was on them. The lost hour was certainly unexpected but it gave you your answer. And gave Tim a new fear.

The webs had just started forming around them but they've lost someone to Him already and it appears they'd gained a proxy as a stalker. Smells like the beginning stages of recruitment to you.

Unfortunately Tim got clued into your “awakening” - so to speak – and learned everything as you pieced it together,

God this team should've been dead long ago without your guidance. You're actually surprised any of them have made it this long.

So, Tim learned that you were back and that YN was a one way ticket back to The Operator.

As always you and Tim had opposing feelings about the discovery. Where you were over the moon and relieved that this stent of rebellion was nearly over, Tim began to get paranoid as he tends to do. He had automatically informed the other two of the “issue”. Brian was on board with Tim's plans to do some reconnaissance on the newest recruit. But Toby was adamant that Tim's paranoia was finally catching up to him after all these years.

“Just 'cause some rando says 'mask' while looking at you doesn't mean anything.” you recall Rogers saying.

Even if he'd believed Tim, Rogers didn't want to fall back in with Him and saw the reconnaissance plan as a ploy for Him to gain control back over them once again. The kid was so transparent at times.

Rogers' point wasn't entirely untrue either. If anything their continued reconnaissance would have sped up the process and have them all back under The Operator in no time. YN wasn't showing too much of their potential as of right now. But you'd guess they were intended to be a plant. Much like the role Tim played when he was seemingly unaware of The Operator.

After being a fully realized proxy Tim's status was quick to change to puppet. Allowing you to gain control over your body and do His bidding. Your position was that of the leader for this group, with Hoodie and Brian as the stalkers – always watching and recording a target's every move, Toby was a sleeper – only waking up when his skills were needed. A good thing in a sense seeing as the kid couldn't focus on a lot of his tasks without some supernatural intervention. Not to mention as a sleeper he didn't argue or sass back after receiving his orders.

Simply followed without complaint, man do you miss that.

You're the smallest team He has but somehow you were the most effective of His proxies. Something you took great pride in. Being the best meant less proxies, less proxies meant less competition and that ensured that you stayed on top and in His favor.

Unfortunately you're the only one of the group to see it that way.

Before Tim got put on Latuda, you had tried explaining to Brian and Toby the trouble you four were in for if you didn't return to The Operator. But the brat was argumentative and kept snapping at you to leave and give Tim “his” body back. Brian wasn't any help to you, just as you thought he'd locked Hoodie away for good so you didn't even have your second to back you up here.

Neither listened to you and Toby even managed to knock you out of fronting.

A phantom ache drums in your skull at the memory of him tackling you into the radiator of that motel room. Kid really doesn't know his own strength sometimes. Or maybe he had that time.

It has been fun watching YN's recruitment though. The proxy assigned to them, Bandit or something – you never learned his name. He was a tool when you'd first met, in passing on your way back from a mission, and he's still a tool now. Honestly how a puppet gets to be a solo proxy you won't ever understand. But everything he's done so far to further YN's progress has only served to ignite doubt about them within the trio.

Brian and Tim frequently break into their home, well Tim more than Brian. It's always fun to see Tim put on your mask and act like you. He's even taken to slinking in and towering over them as they slept. You remember doing that to Jay, guess he does too. He may even miss working as much as you do.

Being useful, you miss being useful. Having a purpose.

They had even roped Toby into patrolling around the house whenever YN wasn't in during his off days. For all his complaining he still followed Tim's orders, Even that motion sensor he put in the bathroom, the very same one that alerted them to Tim and Brian's presence in their home.

The whole attack had been Brian and Tim. You wanted to say you saw Hoodie for a second as YN had been tackled into the bathroom, but Hoodie would've waited for a signal.

That was all Brian.

Bashing YN's head into the linoleum had been Tim. No matter how much  he tries to blame it on you in his own mind.

Tim and Toby had been getting into catty fights left and right – what do you expect when three grown men live in such a small space with a dog. But the night YN had been attacked Toby just lost it. Toby wasn't aware of your recent activity yet, both Brian and Tim thought it would put him even more on edge. It was one of the rare occasions you and Tim agreed. Because otherwise he would've been blaming everything that happened on you. No, so far all of his anger had been properly placed onto Tim. And you certainly weren't about to help him out of this grave he's dug for himself, so when you fronted only to find Toby screaming in your face you took a swing at him. Fist landing directly with his eye.

That wasn't going to help Tim, but it serves the bastard right. All the shit he's put you through. Not to mention a bit of pay back for the radiator last time you talked to Toby.

You couldn't help but notice how Brian didn't mention that you were active or even try to pin anything on to you.

He's up to something, best to be careful around him. Hoodie was always a strategist – he'd do what you needed him to no problem but if he found a better way to get the same or similar results he wouldn't always follow orders to the T.

Maybe Hoodie isn't as sealed away as you'd thought.

After taking that swing and setting Toby off, you retreated for once back to your mental cage where you watched the scene play out. Toby's good eye flashing, more like glinting as he lept at Tim who responded to defend himself from what was to him a sudden outburst. Then the burly lodge owner had split the two up and had essentially kicked Tim and by extension Brian out of the lodge. While Brian and Tim seemed to think he let Toby stay because of his condition you're willing to bet it had more to do with his little “friendship” with YN.

They seem to have captured the hearts of many of the residents of Kepler in their short time here. If what Ronnie says is to be believed then their personality would've lured Toby right in.

The kid's a sucker for a sweet face and a few kind words. Toss a couple of gentle gestures here and there and you'd have him by the balls in a second, a loyal dog till the end.

It had been a pain in the ass before, especially when dealing with Milens or even that ticking time bomb. Clockwork had been a real piece of work for sure. When Toby was first recruited the two got on like a house on fire, to your dismay. They had a twisted sort of puppy love going on for a while. You were lucky Tim had been fronting when you heard that she'd pissed him off about something or other and he was officially over and done with her. Otherwise the fucker would've gotten back together with her just to spite you.

But for once that idiot's mommy issues were working out in your favor. He's clearly attached and willing to fight his family for them. It's only been a month and this couldn't get better.

Well it could, you just need to figure out what to do with Brian.

Seeing as YN's personality shouldn't change during their transition, it's the whole reason they were selected to be a plant after all – Toby will want to follow after them to at least make sure they stay safe while working for The Operator. You're already fronting more than you have in the past four years combined so it won't be long till you can over take Timothy mentally again. Maybe lock him up for a change.

All that's left is Brian.

What will he do?

Will he follow after his love to make sure he's ok? Will he continue to run on his own? There's a chance he's been fighting Hoodie as long as you've been fighting Tim. That honestly the best case scenario for you so you won't dwell too long on the possibility.

You and Tim do share the same luck, and his tends to suck. Like a lot.

Though it's hard to hold in your giddiness when Tim hears all over town how Toby has been spending a lot of time with YN. Gossiping is practically a sport in these small towns.

You could taste Tim's fear when the transmission from the motion sensor had disconnected, either someone found it of Toby was acting in defiance.

Felt the drop in his stomach after hearing two elderly couples talk about how sweet it was to see a proper genuine courtship in the electronic age. The couple mentioned YN and Toby by name....or well description rather. All the same to Tim's dismay. And while they were probably just gossiping you and Tim both know Toby's MO by now.

Tim's mental health is suffering and it didn't help matters when he went to talk to Toby later in the week and the man barely acknowledged his pleas to stay away from them. All Toby cared about was Tim swearing to just leave YN alone and to stop hurting his friend.

Boy was he angry when Tim's response was silence and not a immediate agreement followed by an apology. It's been a while since you've seen a bloodlust in his eyes, more accurately eye, not induced by The Operator.

He'd be down right fucking feral if not for The Operator.

It's been a few days and your fun has ended. Brian having enough, had gone and spoken to Toby about everything. You're pretty sure he mentioned the fact that you're back, because when Tim finished his shift at the gas station Toby was fixing the AC unit in the RV. Of course there weren't any official apologies but Toby said he'd keep himself safe if Tim kept his head screwed on and a tighter leash on you.

Which was insulting and complete bullshit. You've only ever helped YN since meeting them. Really attacking them would only serve to keep you away from your end goal.

Returning to The Operator.

Tension in the Cowell house and at the shop has been on the rise ever since you've come to stay with the family. But it's been worse since Nate gave you the file. The file on Tobias Erin Rogers, your friend. The file you refused to read, and that's caused a rift between you and Nate. And with two days left into this stay you really hope your relationship with all of the Cowells hasn't been ruined.

Big Jo understands both sides of this argument and isn't doing much to have you reach a compromise. Seems whatever  is in the folder doesn't have him as concerned as it does Nate. That reassures you a bit that Nate is in fact just being a worry wart and there's nothing actually wrong.

Dia and Little Jo have no clue about the fight or the file. They think you're just pushing against Nate's constant presence in your space. To the point that Dia has taken her smothering habits down a notch or two herself.

That you're very thankful for, it's nice having a bit of breathing room again.

The constant arguing over you needing to read and know all the gory details of Toby's personal life was something you'd very much like to do without. It just wasn't fair to Toby that you'd been handed his whole life without his knowledge. You're a firm believer that someone's past is their past and as long as they've changed it isn't their present or future.

He should have the ability to tell you his past if he wants....that's if you ever even get to that part.

Honestly if Big Jo isn't worried then it can't be that bad.

…..

Doesn't mean you aren't curious. But this is Tobias you're talking about. The sweet boy with a boxy smile who drinks iced coffees and sends his service dog to take care of you. He drove two hours to another town just for a slushie, get panic attacks from fireworks and car accidents.

….....To be fair a lot of people get that last one. And as they should, they're very serious. Hell the main contributor of you not getting your license until twenty-four was the possibility of car wrecks.

But that's besides the point.

The point is this is your friend, whatever he did...you think you'll stick by him. How bad could it be?

The mental image of a Toby drenched in blood with a wild look in his eyes races to the forefront of you mind.

Shaking your head to get rid of the imaginary scene, the one that never happened you had just imagined it after seeing the after math of his fight with Tim. Totally normal to picture your friends looking crazed as they have a horribly swollen black eye. Right?

It feels like your guilt about doubting Toby is eating away at you. You stomach rumbles and grumbles as though it's the perfect analogy for your whirling thoughts.

The witch hat embroidery lays forgotten next to you on the bed as you curl into a pillow. You don't know why but this is getting you all teary eyes. It isn't like you to be this emotional over...well anything really. And it frustrates you even more setting you up for even more emotional turmoil. Maybe it's the head trauma, maybe you're....

Fuck are you menstruating?!

With everything going on you've totally lost track. Pulling up P-Tracker on your phone you see the two days late notification on the screen. Goddammit, well that explains your emotional reactions. Jesus, you hate using the period excuse but it's accurate sometimes.

A knock at your door draws your attention away from your thoughts.

“Coming.”

Big Jo is standing on the other side, a small patient smile sits on his face. A wave of nausea hits you, you aren't sure if it's from the feeling of the imminent “dad” talk about to happen – or from you cramps.

“Can I come in?”

It's a simple request, one you don't feel comfortable denying the man in his own home.

Moving aside and letting Jo into you – his – room closing the door behind him. Jo takes a seat on the bed and picks up your embroidery.

“This 's real nice kid, you've got a real good eye for the edges.” he takes a moment longer to appreciate your craftsmanship.

You awkwardly stand by the door not saying anything. You aren't sure what to do, and even more unsure of what Jo could possibly need or want from you right now.

That's a lie you  know it involves Toby. Everything seems too lately.

But why now all of a sudden, after nearly a week of not broaching the subject with you?

Looking up from your work he pats the edge of the bed, “C'mon kid we have some stuff to talk about.”, fuck he even sounds like a dad sitting his child down for a big talk.

On shaking knees you make your way over to the bed trying to will away the tears that well up due to your racing heart and haywire emotions.

“Hey 's ok, you ain't in any trouble....I....I just need to make sure you know what you're doing. You got a plan for any a this?”

You shake your head. Hell you didn't even know what you needed a plan for. What on Earth could Toby have done that was so bad?

Were they sure it was even the same Toby? Rodgers is a pretty common last name.

“I...I” your voice is scratchy as you speak, “don't even know what's going on.”

He gives you a pitying look and you hate it.

“Still haven't read that file?” another shake of your head, “You've got integrity kid, I can appreciate that.”

Jo pauses a moment as he looks at you, in a way that tells you he's comparing you to the you he's built up in his mind. Finally he's starting to piece together a more accurate picture of who you are.

“Hell I even respect it, but in a....case like this one....well” he sighs.

It's strange to see someone so normally eloquent and straight to the point be at a loss for words. To falter or hesitate with what to say next.

“That Toby kid, he.....what he's done-”

“Whatever he's done is in the past. He's in therapy I know that much so he's been getting help. Trying to move on. Surely you'd know that if you dug around to find out so much about his past.” the last part held a bit more venom than you intended but it didn't phase Jo one bit.

He even seemed to expect it.

“Didn't have to do much diggin'. His case was pretty public when he-”

“Stop!” Jo's a bit taken aback from your sudden outburst. “I don't want o hear it from you. If I hear it all it should be from Toby himself.”

You weren't stupid Jo was clearly trying to tell you the details in a subtle way but this wasn't his story to tell you. No matter what he did in the past Toby was still your friend right now and you'd respect his privacy.

“Ok, ok YN I get it. But if anything just...please be careful around him...he might not be all there.”

You knew that already and you knew Toby wouldn't hurt you. That day by the stream, just the two of you, played in your mind. The way he let you play with his hand while he was so out of it. The way he gently pushed your hands away from his when he started to come to.

No Toby wasn't all there but he's clearly trying to push past his short comings. And you'd give him the benefit of the doubt here. He may have done something awful but that didn't make him bad. Jo only knew about whatever was held in that file. He didn't know anything about the man you knew.

But did you really know Toby?

The guilt is back in full swing.

“I'll be careful but...”

You aren't sure there's anything else to say. Jo isn't forbidding you from seeing Toby again, unlike Nate. And he isn't forcing you to hear anything about Toby's past.

It hits you.

“I'm probably going to do something stupid.”

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LoL 47- Puppet Strings

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

Three hermits leave Eremita on a mission. Only two return home.

Content warning: battle scene, knife fight, general wounds

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Scar didn’t really understand most of what was going on around him, the machines and automations that fired and hissed all down the streets of Darlon. But Doc asked for his help, and of course he was going to say yes to an adventure. And besides, he may have no clue what’s going on around him, but seeing Doc and Mumbo bouncing around the engineering town like children was worth whatever they were here for. 

Doc explained it to Scar at least five times on their journey here, but Scar still didn’t understand. He doesn’t really need to, he’s just here to help his friends get the goods and stay out of trouble. 

The latter, however, is getting harder to do. With the bounty on their heads, their notoriety has risen as well. Everyone knows about the hermits, either from stories fabricated by the Council and guard, or passed along from those they’ve helped. Dolios tried to silence them by making them wanted fugitives, but he’s only made them louder. 

Beside that, the Arcane Guard has become a thorn in their side. They patrol what seems to be anywhere and everywhere the hermits are. Most of the time, they can avoid them simply by keeping an eye out, and going a different route. Other times, they have to hide. Behind bushes, barrels, buildings, duck and cover before the halberd clad soldiers can see them. Sometimes they have no choice but to run, chased off from their plans and forced to reconvene, recuperate, and redesign their plot. And every once in awhile, they end up fighting them. It’s not their preferred choice, but sometimes they have no other option. 

But maybe they should’ve brought along a more observant hermit, because between the three of them, they’re narrowly seen multiple times. It’s Doc that grabs Mumbo, too much of a spoon to notice patrol ahead, and Scar, who’s focused on just about everything except the road before them. Yanking them into a tavern, Doc waits until the clanking and clattering of the armed patrol passes, and another beat longer until they return to the streets. 

“Hey couldn’t have met us at the outskirts of Darlon? It’s not like he has to carry an entire machine across the town.” Doc mumbles, gaze lowered and jaw set. He always walks with intent, purpose. Like he’s on his way to murder someone- sometimes he is. He knew from his time a criminal that no one will ask you questions or get in your way when he’s walking with purpose. 

“He said that he wasn’t safe to leave the town, not with all this guard.” Mumbo reminds Doc, his own stature much less sure as Doc’s. He’s not sure if it’s just Mumbo’s constant nervous, fearful presence, or the fact that he always looks scared, even when he’s not, that makes the newest hermit seem so much more vulnerable. Everything about Mumbo, from how he holds his head to the spooked flick of his eyes across the crowd, including the fact that he has the least amount of scars- compared to Doc’s mechanical half of his body- makes him seem weaker. Act weaker. 

Completely different from Doc. But part of that is why Doc loves being a hermit. Even when he was a criminal, everyone was the same gruff, hardlined person. With the hermits, the kindest hearts like Stress can work beside felons who’ve been to jail, and work together as a group. A family. 

Doc spits out all the feelings and wandering thoughts in his head. He doesn’t have time for any of that. They need to get the information and leave. Back to Eremita, back to taking out the husk storms and corrupted crystals. But one last thought seeps through, and he can’t help but remind the other two, if just to queel his worries in his mind. “No matter what, the team is more important than the mission. If your own safety is coming under fire, retreat.” 

Scar and Mumbo glance at one another, eyes squinting. That may be the closest they’ve ever gotten to Doc saying he cares about them, that it’s more important to him to have his family than whatever mission, whatever endeavour he’s on. Scar gives a soft, sweet hum, opening his mouth to coo over Doc’s words, but the stoic puppeteer keeps Scar from saying anything. And Scar listens, if just to keep up his friend’s bad boy air. 

Doc glances up from his hellbent pace, and mismatched eyes widen, his heartbeat picking up. Guards, their metal armor and sharp weapons gleaming in the sunlight, perfectly matched with the metallic city around them, were on a steady march in their direction. Mumbo and Scar are too distracted to see the incoming patrol. Only Doc is vigilant enough to see the danger- and to get them out of it. 

He grabs both wizards by the collars, yanking them free from the sidewalk before Scar can run headfirst into the guard. His grip stays tight, holding them close to his body. He doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move until he’s absolutely sure the arcane guard has passed. Only then do they return to their own journey, albeit much more hurried. 

The trio slips down a dark alleyway, the trash filled with scrap metal and discarded projects. Mumbo is drawn to the half made machines, his mind kicking into high gear. “Well, the problem here is they just wired the control plate and optical sensors wrong. If I just…” 

Mumbo runs a finger from the camera lens to the cpu, redstone appearing and connecting the two. The robot lights up, eyes whirling and flickering around. A soft beeping permeates the silence of the back alley, where not even the busy, mechanical streets can be heard. 

“You have quite the knack for mechanics, kid.” A voice joins the beeping, although louder and higher pitched. At the end of the alley, seemingly appearing from nowhere, an insectia stands, the spider person’s arms crossed in front of their torso and many eyes. A haphazard top knot sits at the crown of the insectia, clothes and hands stained with oil. “A redstone mage, I can only assume you’re here for my shop?”

“What kind of wares are you selling?” Doc watches the many eyes as they observe the entire alleyway. The three hermits, the trash heaps, the city beyond. Not a single inch left unseen.

“Secondhand machines.... And secondhand information on our beloved magistrate.” The last two words drip from the shop owner’s mandibles like a sickly sweet poison. The second set of arms reach behind, one pressing a button and another pulling a lever simultaneously. The brick wall separates, revealing the shop. 

Doc doesn’t waste a second. He doesn’t linger where they can be seen, marching into the menagerie of mechanics. Scar skitters in after him, with Mumbo behind. The tall arachnid looms at the rear, all eyes on those caught in their web. Machine parts hang from spider silk on the ceiling, creating a maze to walk in and around. Scar yelps when a web of wires brushes against his head, stumbling backwards and causing a ruckus as he knocks over a pile of parts. 

“Be careful with those, that’s good scrap.” The shopkeep hums, passing by without offering their many arms for Scar. But Doc does, leaning down and clasping hands with his friend. Easily hauling him to his feet. Mumbo looks over his shoulder, wondering when the door will close. Surely it’s timer activated, right? He feels exposed, while treason goes on within. “Would any of you like some tea? I’m sure you’re quite thirsty from your journey to Darlon.” 

“That sounds lo-” Mumbo starts, but Doc cuts him off.

“We don’t have time for formalities.” Doc stands across the desk, leaning in slightly towards the insectia. “We were informed you knew of a place that was being drained of energy?”

The shopkeep gives a slow nod, leaning back in their chair. The pregnant pause goes on and on, as if the informant is struggling to remember the details. “Yes, you were fed that news quite well. It brought you right into my web of lies.” 

A clang of gears dangling at the doorway is all the warning the hermits get. Until the shop is swarmed, metal and magic aimed at the prey caught within. Doc turns, knife already in hand, but the insectia is gone. “You bastard!” 

Doc doesn’t have time to dwell on the trap. He grabs the nearest opponent, and pitches him directly into a pile of rusted metal scrap. The heap collapses, just like Scar’s did, sending the shadowed figures scattering. “We have to get out of here.” 

“They’ve blocked the doorway!” Mumbo squeaks, ducking just seconds before a moro kris would have beheaded him. He scrambles over gears in the tight shop. Scar slaps his hands against the cobblestone ground, a shuddering wave toppling metal and enemies alike. 

A battle ensues. Bodies flood the dark, dank store. Doc easily counts at least twenty opponents berating the separated hermits. Too tight, too many for him to use his magic. But he doesn’t need magic to kill a man. He kicks a mechanical leg into the gut of an attacker, and like dominoes three more fall. With his knife, he cuts through skin, fur, metal and web. He’ll carve his way to freedom. 

But first he needs to retrieve the others. He’ll be damned before he leaves without them. Damn that stupid spider, he never should have been so trustworthy! It’s stupid mistakes like this that got him in prison. It’s stupid mistakes like this that could hurt his friends. 

“Scar! Mumbo!” His heavy, gravelly voice raises above the crowd. He feels like he’s in a bar fight, but instead of glass it’s metal. He uses his metal limbs to his advantage, shoving one soldier before stabbing another. He raises his knife over his head, and slashes across the chest of a burly man. 

And realizes these aren’t the arcane guard. His knife intersects with a part of the uniform already torn. A sleeve pre-ripped, as if the wearer was in a fight already. In fact, all of those within the confines of this space share a torn sleeve. 

These aren’t guards. This is the Guild of Gedeon. 

Which makes this fight much worse. He roars, eyes narrowing. His mechanical eyes scour the dark room, until he spots Mumbo’s coat and Scar’s poncho. Scar is trapped in the sticky webbing that drapes the shop, and Mumbo’s magic has failed him. They’re quickly being overwhelmed by the Gedeons. 

Doc plunges his knife into the person before him, ripping through savagely. Clawing his way to his friends. To be their defender. 

Until claws grab him. Sharp nails dig into the flesh of his cheek, throwing him to the ground. Amber eyes gleam in the darkness, hungry for the blood that beats in Doc’s ears. “I’ll rip your guts out if you make a single move, criminal.” 

Sidero looms above Doc, the guildmaster’s brown fur in haggard tufts. Matted with old, dried blood. Doc tries to roll away, but Sidero has him trapped. “Get off of me you stupid oversized teddy bear!” 

A low growl, followed by pain. Doc is wrenched from the ground by his hair, thrown across the small shop. Metal falls like an avalanche around him. He doesn’t give up, standing and brandishing the wicked blade in a way Sidero can’t escape. Pressed right against the guildmaster’s throat.  “I could kill you. I want to kill you. You and every last one of your stupid gang of weaklings. But the magistrate wants to make an example of you all.” 

Despite the approaching beast, Doc glances beyond Sidero. Searching for his friends. Sidero notices he doesn’t have Doc’s full attention, and growls at his team. “Would you wretched mongrels all do your job? Hold the weakest down, make sure they cannot cast.” Sidero turns, and a bloodied grin mocks Doc. “You know… you can save your friends from my wrath.” 

Sidero steps aside- Doc’s knife follows, but his eyes do not. Because, across the shop, his friends are the ones trapped. Tears prick at the corner of Mumbo’s eyes and blood swells from a nasty cut on his forehead, his hair disheveled as he’s pinned to the floor. Scar has become ensnared in the spider’s web, unable to touch or control the ground at his feet. Hanging upside down. “Let them go.” 

“I can do that.” Sidero muses. He waves furry paws, and the Gedeons disappear as quickly as they arrived. Only the ones holding Scar and Mumbo down remain. “If you stay. Here’s your choice, criminal. Turn yourself in, and they get to live. Or fight, and all three of you will be little more than blood and guts across these walls. And you get to watch.” 

Silence once more fills the shop. The scrap metal is the only sound that breaks the emptiness. Except for a whimper from Mumbo, followed by a gasp from Scar. One of the Gedeon’s has punctured Scar’s skin, following the aged wounds that mar his face. That gave him his name. The blade threatens to slit Scar’s throat. 

To kill them all. Doc closes his eyes, remembering what he told them. The team is more important than the mission. His shoulders fall. His head hangs. A knife joins the scrap metal at his feet. 

And two mismatched arms reach skyward in surrender. “Doc, don’t-” 

Scar’s words are silenced by a swift smack, the sound causing Doc to wince. In front of him, the amber stare sharpens with the viscous bite of teeth. “Too easy. You’ve gotten weak, Doc Monster.” 

Sidero grabs Doc’s arms, twisting them roughly against his back and forcing him to move. Doc stays put. “Let go of my friends first.” 

“They’ll be freed once you’re in chains.” All three hermits are led outside, into the bright sun. Blinded, Doc stumbles forward. He trips, but quickly rights himself. Behind him, a tear of fabric, followed by a rasping cry. 

“Doc! Doc they’re gonna kill you!” Scar’s voice cracks, and the terraforming mage attempts to get between Sidero and Doc. The guildmaster tosses Scar away like he’s a ragdoll, Mumbo catching him from smacking his head against the brick walls. 

“It’d be in all your best interests not to interfere with the work of the Council.” Sidero warns. Mumbo wraps his arms around Scar. Holding him back. 

A patrol of guards appear in the alleyway, cuffs already in hand. Unlike Scar, Doc doesn’t resist as they arrest him. He doesn’t fight when they yank his arms behind his back, cuffing him. He doesn’t flinch when the chains are tied to a halberd at each side, the sharp curve of the blade inches from killing him if he attempts escape. Even when Sidero pushes him forward, a low ‘move’ growling from his lips, Doc doesn’t fight back. 

But he does look back. 

Turning to gaze over his shoulder, he sees Scar and Mumbo. Tears streak down Scar’s face, his poncho discarded when he tried to reach Doc before. Mumbo barely holds him back as he screams, one arm pinned back while the other reaches out, reaches forward. Reaches for Doc. 

Doc’s face remains calm, tempered. But in his eyes, a hint of sadness. He did this for them. He’ll do it again in a heartbeat. They’re his family. He locks eyes with Scar and Mumbo one last time, and nods silently.  

Then he’s gone. And when he’s sure they can’t see him, he lets his facade break. And a single tear falls.

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(Split Ends) RP Log: Cravs, Riylli, and Rising revisit Baldur in Limsa Lominsa.

Cravendy Hound - After entrusting Baldur, the ill-fated boy, to the healers based in Limsa Lominsa, the trio decided to head back to the company...at Crav's insistence, really. Every extra second spent in the maritime city was a second too much. And so, after taking the aetheryte home, we find the three on the company lawn.

Riylli Aliapoh lets out a stretch as they arrive, a bit groggy from the teleporting. "It's a shame you missed it Cravs, Rising ran in while I was castin' one of my spells and I knocked her a clean 20 fulms in the air!" She said, grinning with a bit too much pride. She then seemed to remember Rising was still there. "...By the way, you okay?"

Rising Lotus was patched up after their encounter as well, her right arm was coating in bandages, along with some other patches along the exposed skin of her body. She winced with each step, the healers picking all the needles from her form and now leaving her body to do the rest of the healer. She merely grumbled as Riylli spoke to her, putting her weight on her spear to take some of it off her leg.

Cravendy Hound: "Magic and melee don't mix, Riylli. But, er, 'ow are ye 'oldin' up, Risin'? That injury ye got looked somethin' fierce."

Riylli Aliapoh rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, taking that as a 'no'. She turned back to Cravs, deciding to ignore the issue like a mature adult. "So... Y'wanna tell us what that was all about? Why're you goin' so far to help this guy's kid?"

Rising Lotus: "...I'll be fine. Kinda a feel like layin' down." she glanced at Riylli, nodding afterwards "Aye. I'm curious 'bout that too."

Cravendy Hound: "I'm still confused 'ow a cactaur of all things made it to La Noscea. Could be a freak accident, but somethin' about it doesn't sit right with me." She sighs in thought, brow knitted and bothered. "....Ah. Uh. I guess I owe ye all an explanation."

Riylli Aliapoh plopped herself down on the step, ready for a story

Cravendy Hound: "Oi, get up! I-I'm not gonna bore ye with all the details," Cravs stammers. "Look. I made a promise to the kid's father. 'is dyin' wish was to see his son grow strong, with his own strength."

Riylli Aliapoh tilted her head. "...Y'know... It aint really his own strength if we had to step in to help... You sure you should be meddlin' like this? I mean, it was just a little cactus thing"

Rising Lotus "...Someone might not want that. I remember the merchant mentionin' somethin' 'bout some folk not carin' for him or his family or somethin'." she shrugs, wincing in pain afterwards "...also cactuar are from Thanalan, don't know how one would of gotten there."

Cravendy Hound nods to Riylli. "I agree, and originally, I just wanted to see if 'e was doin' okay. But this cactaur business...I think someone /else/ is meddlin' with 'im. And if we meddle to remove the meddler, then it'll cancel out, right?"

Riylli Aliapoh 's ears perked up in interest. "Y'mean someone left that cactus out there to take the kid out? Who exactly was this kid's sire? Why's he got so many enemies that would go so far as to try and kill his kid after he's already gone?"

Cravendy Hound shifts in place, heat under the collar. Unusually, she speaks slowly and thoughtfully, as if the wrong word could set off a mine. "Kid's father was a pirate captain, but one with...'onor, I suppose. Steal from the rich, give to the poor. Which lead 'im to rob from the same, powerful set of targets."

Cravendy Hound: "If ye got raided by Captain Thorne, ye didn't -just- lose yer shite. It was a kind of...a mark. A blow to yer pride, and that didn't sit well the rich."

Riylli Aliapoh thinks about this for a moment. "...So if we know who the targets are, why don't we just hop over an' kick their teeth in? Bet that'd gettem to stop messin' with the kid!"

Rising Lotus huffs, closing her eyes tightly for a few moments before glaring at Cravs. "...So what's gonna happen when these powerful targets  learn we're helpin' the kid? Last thing I need is to be marked like the boy, or if they learn we work for Heartwood an' create problems for the others."

Cravendy Hound: "That's step one. Gotta find who's still got it out for the kid, out of a handful of options." She then turns to Rising. "As long as we don't do anythin' illegal we should be alright. And we can threaten to expose 'ow they torment a kid to keep them from doin' anything to us."

Cravendy Hound: "Nothin' illegal, alright? That means even if they're an ass, we can't just kick their teeth in." Cravs lectures to Riylli.

Riylli Aliapoh frowned. "It aint illegal if they're a bad guy! And ain’t kickin' teeth in how pirates settle their differences anyroad?"

Rising Lotus tried to give Cravs a skeptical look, but just ended up grimacing from the shift of posture, then just looked exhausted. "That ain't how it work if you're rich. Can get away with anythin'."

Cravendy Hound: "That's not 'ow the law works! And while that may be 'ow we settle problems on water, on land...under the Admiral's stink eye, we'd probably cause more trouble doin' that."

Cravendy Hound: "The rich still 'ave their pride. I'm thinkin' if word got out that the bugger pesters a goddamn child for 'is late father's legacy, it'd be enough to twist their arm."

Riylli Aliapoh looked to Rising, then to Cravs, and then up to the sky as she let out an exasperated sigh. "...Y'see? This is exactly why we Miqo'te got our own rules..." She grumbled, before finally looking back down. "Fine! We'll do it your way! But if any of 'em tries to swing at me it's fair game, yeah?"

Rising Lotus grumbled, pretty much done with the day. "Well in the case it does go tits up, we can handle ourselves much better than that boy I 'spose."

Cravendy Hound nods. What an exhausting day. "...well. Ye look like ye could use two days worth of sleep, Risin'. That's all I 'ad to say."

Riylli Aliapoh hops to her feet and dusts off her pants. "Alright! Just gimme a shout whenever you get a lead or whatever. Always happy to lend my skills to a good cause!" She flashes Cravs a grin, and very pointedly tries not to look over to the wounded Rising

Rising Lotus "...Aye. You know how to reach us. Though we ought to expect somethin' worse than a cactuar next time." she sighed and started making her way toward the door.

(Cravendy Hound) seems a good place to timeskip to next scene? any last posts and then :P )) (Rising Lotus) I'm good!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Timeskip ready! (Cravendy Hound) AAAHH that outfit!!! )) (Cravendy Hound) the blade harness xD )) (Rising Lotus) Oh yeah I don't think you've seen her in it yet!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (No fair, its so hard to get glams for Riylli ;-; (Cravendy Hound) it looks extremely good )) (Cravendy Hound) *timeskips in same outfit* xD )) (Cravendy Hound) HERE we can at least start in the company so it doesn't feel like, literally seconds after xD )) (Rising Lotus) Guess we'll have to have a fashion montage for Riylli at some point)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Yknow what, its totally canon that RIylli only has one set of clothes (Cravendy Hound) ahahaha )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Oh, I DO actually have a glamour change! (Rising Lotus) so pick out something new then we can figure out how she got it!)) (Riylli Aliapoh) (alakazam (Rising Lotus) mask (Cravendy Hound) fjkdslf just the gloves?! )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Theyre bandages ^o^ Shes been practicing the fire spell! (Rising Lotus) Damn I thought you were just going to throw that mask on xD))

Cravendy Hound - A week later, Cravs has reached out to Riylli and Rising for company (or maybe help?) again. It's related to the business in Limsa Lominsa, and she's wearing her disguise dress again. Oh boy.

Rising Lotus was eyeing the bandages wrapped around Riylli's hands. "...How's that fire spell going?"

Riylli Aliapoh grins to Rising. "It's goin' well! I got the basic formula down, just gotta work on intensity and duration!" She beams proudly, giving Rising a bandaged thumbs up.

Cravendy Hound: "That...looks painful."

Riylli Aliapoh gives a mock bow. "You gotta suffer for art y'know"

Rising Lotus couldn't help but smirk at Riylli's enthusiasm. "...We'll get it down before you touch anythin' we fish up..or the lava." she turned her attention to Cravs, holding back a snicker at seeing her dolled up again. "You find out more 'bout the boy then?"

Cravendy Hound: "Seems ye got some more sufferin' to do then," Cravs notes in a bright tone.

Cravendy Hound: "Right, the Baldur business - I narrowed it down to a couple of names. But that's as far as I can go gatherin' information out 'ere. Thought it'd be more efficient to ask the kid 'imself. Which means." Cravs gestures to her outfit. "I'll need some escorts to talk for me once we're in Limsa again."

Riylli Aliapoh was clearly enjoying the attention, but quieted down to let Cravs speak. "Why not just talk to the kid as Cravs? If he's lost his sire, it... might be nice for him to know he's still got people close to him out there..."

Rising Lotus "Hmm...'spose maybe she doesn't want him to turn her in for the gil? If he really needs to be supportin' him an' his mom anyway." she shrugged. "Doesn't look like the type to sell out someone who's helpin' him though."

Cravendy Hound went as white as a sheet at the suggestion. "A-ah, that's...Uhh, we've got, um. A misunderstandin' between us. If 'e knew it was me, 'e'd flip out for sure. Trust me, it's easier this way." Cravs clears her throat and then hurries out before Riylli or Rising can ask further.

Cravendy Hound - The trip over is pretty awkward. If the subject was brought up again, Cravs would simply pick up the pace and pretend not to hear. And, once the trio were in Limsa, her lips were sealed, clarification frustratingly out of reach. That said, she was definitely walking somewhere with purpose.

Rising Lotus gave up askin' fairly quick, she knew she wouldn't get anywhere at the moment. She'd pry it out of her later though, one way or another. "So... you know what he'll be up to today? Or you jus' hopin' we run into him?"

Riylli Aliapoh wouldn't bring it up again, at the very least smart enough to see Cravs didn't want to talk about it. Instead, she would offer fun facts of things she had learned so far in her research. "...So, did you guys know that a forge runs hotter than lava?"

Cravendy Hound mimes holding something heavy and swinging it around. And to Riylli's fact, she gives the miqo'te a doubting look. Really?

Riylli Aliapoh nods. "Yeah! Turns out lava is only like... half as hot as your average blacksmith forge! It aint even hot enough to melt iron! Makes my job easier, but it's kinda disappointin' y'know?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Thank you for subscribing to Lava Facts)

Cravendy Hound desperately wants to ask if that's how Riylli has been testing her fire shield spell - by dunking her hands in a forge. Cravs moves her hands around as if dipping them in something.

Riylli Aliapoh tilts her head, unable to figure out the mimicry. "Can't you like... at least whisper or somethin' when were alone? Surely they don't got ears everywhere?"

Cravendy Hound looks around and finds it acceptably empty. "Did ye dunk yer 'ands in the forge to test yer spell?!" She whisper-yells.

Rising Lotus narrowed her eyes at Cravs "...So he's... carrying somethin'.. then puttin' it in the oven?" she seemed to be combining the conversations. Then Cravs actually spoke. "Oohh you're talkin' 'bout that. I hope you didn't do that, use a fire or somethin' first Riylli."

Riylli Aliapoh blinks at her. "What? You crazy? What if the spell failed?" She said, shaking her head. "Nah, I've been usin' a campfire! Got a problem with the magic runnin' out too fast though..." She muttered, rubbing her poor cooked hands

Cravendy Hound stifles back laughter, and pats Riylli on the back. There there.

Rising Lotus: "I can get ya some cream for that. Know a gobbie that makes some quality stuff. Don't worry it works too, used it after gettin' a nasty burn from some giant bug sparyin' me with gunk."

Riylli Aliapoh grumbles and glares up at Cravs at the treatment, but lets it slide since she couldn't tell if it was meant to be mocking or not. "...That'd be great, thanks. I don't gotta pay for it, right?"

Cravendy Hound: "Bug....gunk? Bug gunk...That sounds. Hm." Cravs raises a brow at Rising but doesn't say more.

Rising Lotus "Well I ought to considerin' how you made me a pin cushion on our last outin' together." she snickered a bit, the first time she cracked a joke about it. "But nah, he owes me one anyhow. Next time I'm up there I'll grab ya some." she gave Riylli a firm pat on the back.

Riylli Aliapoh grumbled again, but couldn't really argue back. "...Thanks." She muttered, not exactly enthused about all this back-patting she was receiving

Cravendy Hound had earlier given Rising a notepad with names written in it. One of them, hopefully, belonged to the person who was harassing the kid. Her heels clicking on the docks, Cravs would eventually lead the little crew to a dusty corner of Limsa where the kid (B) was presently practicing his form with the ax.

Cravendy Hound - The heavy ax is far too big for the kid. Every swing pulls him comically forward with the weapon. He stops his 'practice' and looks up at the approaching trio with a wide smile. "I remember you two! You helped me with that monster the other day."

(Cravendy Hound) more back pats )) (Cravendy Hound) i demand more )) (Rising Lotus) I feel like Riylli and Rising would have back pats that would eventually devolve into a hitting contest)) (Cravendy Hound) actually cravs and rising would have to squat down to pat Riylli's back ahah - otherwise it'd be a head pat )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Cravs and Rising know it's too dangerous to headpat Riylli, they'd probably get bit (Cravendy Hound) sometimes my tall friends would use my head as an arm rest.....annoyed me, and yet I can see Cravs doing that to Riylli lmao )) (Rising Lotus) I've done that to my shorter friends before xD))

Riylli Aliapoh perked up as she got recognized by the kid, offering him a friendly wave. "Hey! How are you holdin' up after all them needles?"

Rising Lotus watches the boy fling himself with his strikes, smirking with every swing.  "Aye that was us." she eyed up his weapon for a few moments. "You ought to get somethin' a bit lighter by the way, gonna leave yourself open if you take too long liftin' your weapon."

Cravendy Hound - The kid bashfully itches the tip of his nose. "I'm doing fine, thanks to you all...Woke up on the softest bed I've ever been on in my life, healing expenses all covered." Baldur's eyes drift over to Cravs, and then back to Riylli and Rising. "Oh, I plan to! I'm just using this old thing because it was the only thing I could afford. Once I earn enough, I'll buy a better one...after everything else, haha."

Cravendy Hound turns away, avoiding eye contact. It's overkill given that she's wearing a mask.

Rising Lotus eyed Cravendy, she had to pay for the needle removal out of her pocket. "...well I'm sure them healers were excited for the chance to de-needle someone. Don't see many cactuar over here after all, bit strange." she nodded as he brought up upgrading his armor and weapon. "A good set of armor is jus' as important as a good weapon, smart thinkin'."

Riylli Aliapoh nudged Rising with her foot to try and bring her back to the task at hand, snatching the list out of her hands. "Hey, so... Were kinda lookin' into something, think you might be able to help us out? You know any of the names on this list?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur nods enthusiastically, dreads bouncing on top of his head. Admiration for Rising and Riylli is practically gushing from every inch of the kid. "So that was a cactaur? I've never seen one before."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur snaps into attention. "Oh, right away! I'd be thrilled to help you two out. Let's see..." He takes the list and scans it. "Only this last one. Mindred Rot. She's who I go to if I need a loan."

Rising Lotus "Aye, I grew up 'round them, used to hit them with sticks then ru-" she glanced at Riylli as she bumped her and had the list snatched away.

(Cravendy Hound) dfsd hit them with sticks and run???? chaos child )) (Rising Lotus) She didn (Rising Lotus) didn't have toys or anything xD Played with bugs and lizards and cactuars))

Riylli Aliapoh raised her eyebrow at the name. "...'Mindred Rot'? Well that's a bad guy name if I've ever heard one." She said, nodding along until she remembered Cravs' full name. "Er... Right, anyroad, what's she like? If she lends you money she can't be that bad, right?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) (Poor riylli about to learn the horrors of capitalism)

Cravendy Hound - Baldur smiles as he hands the list back to Riylli. "Oh, yeah, her name's pretty rotten. But in some ways...she looks after me. No one else'll give my family loans."

Rising Lotus "You need to get out of the woods more..." she shook her head at Riylli's comment. She hummed at Baldur's words about the woman. "Hmm, how generous of her."

Riylli Aliapoh wrinkled her nose. "Honestly I'd rather get out of the woods less... How in the world do you lot handle that salt in the air?"

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's gaze wanders to Rising's axe, and then to Riylli's staff. "So, you two must be adventurers, huh? You think you could teach me a thing or two? Punch better, smarter, harder? Oh, and! I didn't mean to be rude." He turns to Cravs. "Who's your friend?"

Rising Lotus Grinned, giving him a nod. "Aye! Do a lot of guard an' merc work. Takin' me all over, mostly back an' forth between Idyllshire an' places though. This one is still gettin' her footin' for it though." she snickered a bit as she eyed Riylli. "Oh, an' that's Singin' Gull. She's uh...a great singer an' has to save her voice most the time. We're guardin' her on her...singing journey?"

Riylli Aliapoh puffed her chest out. "Yup! Name's Riylli, Warrior of Earth!" she declared proudly, possibly forgetting Cravs and Rising were in earshot. "I'm a master of earth magic, but I'm sure I could give you some tips! Oh, and this is..." She trails off, staring at Cravs as her mind blanks on what her alias was. Thankfully Rising was there to have her back, though the Roegadyn still earned herself a glare from her little comment

Cravendy Hound 's frown twitches slightly. Singing Gull the Singer. Really? But she goes along with it anyway.

Cravendy Hound - Baldur's mouth forms an 'o' in awe. "Idyllshire? Never even heard of the place. Sounds cool though...And magic? How would I even start?" He turns back for a second to rest his rusty axe against a crate, and then hops right back into the conversation. "Like, just think really hard and magic happens? Hrrrghhhh.."

Riylli Aliapoh shook her head at the kid. "Nah, it aint that simple. It's more like... Y'know how you can move your fingers with your mind? You basically do that, but you move your aether about instead, and get THAT aether to move the aether OUTSIDE of you, and... Honestly I might not remember all the lessons, it's kinda just a reflex at this point. But you shouldn't be wastin' your talents on magic anyroad! You're a highlander right? You're gonna have plenty of muscle when you grow up, you should use-

Riylli Aliapoh -that instead!"

Rising Lotus could talk for hours about Idyllshire, but she resisted and tried to steer the conversation back on topic, which of course meant giving Riylli a light smack to the arm to get her to focus up. "Anyway, you know were we could find this Rot lady? Gull here is lookin' for gil for her next performance an' were hopin' to find some donations."

Cravendy Hound - Baldur is trying so hard to follow Riylli's explanation, but it leaves the poor kid's brain all tangled. "Huh, what? Huh? Uhh, oh, you want to meet Miss Rot? She's usually really busy so I have to schedule in advance. But I can ask if she's free to meet you all next time."

Riylli Aliapoh sighs. "Y'mean we gotta come all the way out here again..? Fine, I guess... Not like we can just go kick the doors down and demand to talk to her after all..." She muttered, offering a small glare to Cravs out of the corner of her eye

Rising Lotus cleared her throat, glaring at Riylli as she glared at Cravs "We'd appreciate that, jus' say that..uh..an up an' comin' singer is lookin' for fundin'. " she gave Baldur a nod, hoping that selling Cravs like that would make her the perfect target for a loan shark.

Cravendy Hound looks similarly annoyed, but shakes her head no to Riylli. It's not like they could go in there with wild accusations anyway - seemed worth strategizing over first.

Cravendy Hound - With the night fast approaching, Cravs motions with her hand to signal her intention to head home. Without bothering to wave goodbye to Baldur, she walks on ahead.

Rising Lotus watches Crav hurry away. "Uh sorry..." she put her hand to her mouth to muffle her words "Sort of a diva that one. Good luck out there lad!" she gave him a thumbs up before hurrying after 'Singing Gull'.

Riylli Aliapoh sighed once for not being allowed to rampage mindlessly, then once more as Cravs walked away without saying bye to the kid. She offers Baldur a wave. "You keep practicin' okay? We'll come by and see you again later, and maybe I'll share some of my adventurin' secrets with you!"

Cravendy Hound is a good distance ahead. As she passes by a stranger, there's some kind of odd collision that ends up tripping Cravs. Her mask drops off and rolls a few ilms forward as the stranger awkwardly, but quickly, makes their escape without even a sorry.

Cravendy Hound scrambles to recover the headware and fasten it back on. By the time Riylli and Rising have caught up, she's still kneeled over on the floor, troubled.

Riylli Aliapoh pretty much has to run to keep up with Cravs' long-legged walking, blinking in confusion as she notices her state. "H-Hey, you alright?"

Rising Lotus hurries to catch up to Cravs, quickly stepping in front of her to shield her face as she glanced around. "Aye..did you know that man or somethin'?"

Cravendy Hound: "I'm fine. Rattled is all." She whispers as she wobbles back up and takes a deep breath. ".....no, I didn't recognize them."

Rising Lotus looked around at the few bystanders eyeing the scene. "Maybe it'd be best to get out of here...before there's a chance to cause more of a scene." she said the last part in a whisper. Last thing they needed was the yellow jackets upon them.

Riylli Aliapoh raises her arm up seemingly to try to comfort her, only to hesitate and lower it back down. "...Let's talk outside of the city, all this salt is starting to make me sick..." She says, awkwardly attempting to give Cravs an out

Cravendy Hound: "...Right. No point in worrying about it now. Let's just get out of 'ere." She mutters.

#ff14 rp logs #Split Ends #riylli aliapoh #rising lotus #Cravendy Hound #*rubs hands together* #slowly but surely all of my disaster dominos are lining up

[slytherinknowitall]

To Bed A Death Eater

Chapter 2: Doubt

(Click here for chapter 1!)

Disclaimer: I don’t own the “Harry Potter” book series. The story of “Harry Potter” is the property of J. K. Rowling, it is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Less than ten minutes later, there was a timid knock at her door, and Hermione would have been lying if she had said that that sound did not make her heart skip a beat.

Putting aside the book she’d been absentmindedly flicking through, she walked to the door with a rather stiff and unsteady gait before pulling it open to reveal the familiar figure of the Potions Master.

“Professor Snape,” she whispered breathlessly, trying hard to ignore the sudden lump in her throat. “Um, please, come in.”

Stepping aside, she watched as the man hesitantly took one cautious step into the crammed room; and the unusual sight of his visible wariness made her mentally smack her own forehead.

Of course. He can’t see!

“Here, let me help you,” she offered, reaching out her hand without a moment’s thought. When she touched his forearm, he drew a sharp intake of breath. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you, sir.”

Snape did not say anything in response. For an agonizingly long time, they just stood like that in the doorway of her bedroom, her hand on his arm, the awkwardness in the air virtually palpable. It was only when there was suddenly the sound of commotion coming from downstairs that Hermione summoned up the nerve to pull him inside, locking the door behind them. Getting out her wand, she applied a silencing charm as well as some protective wards for good measure.

Better safe than sorry. It certainly wouldn’t do any good to have someone just barge in.

Turning back around to face him, she tentatively grabbed his elbow and guided him towards her bed. She could not help but silently cringe as she saw him there, seated on her tiny twin-size bed, thinking about what might be happening soon in that very spot. But alas, her small bedroom, which she had moved into a mere two months earlier, did not offer any other sitting accommodations. And so, though her heart was trembling so very terribly, she went and sat next to him.

For a while, neither one of them spoke. Kneading her fingers, the young woman struggled to ignore how uncomfortably close she presently was to her former teacher as she stared out the window overlooking the deserted street outside. Looking back, she could not have said with certainty whether it had only been a few minutes or several hours, but by the time the streetlights came on, she finally plucked up the courage to say, “I’m glad that you decided to come here so that we can talk in private.”

“I did not have much of a choice,” Snape admitted huskily. “Alastor practically pushed me upstairs while Albus tried to contain everyone else in the kitchen.”

“They’re still not very thrilled about this, aren’t they?”

He gave an affirmative grunt. “Most of them were ready to jump at my throat and kill me with their bare hands right there and then.”

“Oh …” Hermione had to swallow hard. “I’m sorry. They really ought not to treat you like that.”

“I don’t blame them. I truly have half a mind to turn my own wand on myself.”

A troubled frown creased Hermione’s forehead. There was an obvious hint of blatant self-hatred dripping from his words, and she did not like that. She did not like that one bit.

But before she even had the chance to respond, he continued, “I will be honest with you … I do not even know what to say to you right now.”

Vaguely tracing the diamond pattern of the quilt they were sitting on with one finger, she tried her best to sound nonchalant as she mumbled, “Well, why don’t you simply tell me whether or not you accept my offer.”

“Miss Granger, I –”

“Would you mind if we used first names?” she interrupted him. “Just for today. It’s just that formalities would make this whole thing even weirder than it already is.”

She saw him hesitate for a second.

“All right … Hermione,” he ultimately conceded, and it was so weird to hear him properly address her by her given name for the very first time – though she had to admit that it sounded quite nice coming from his lips. Something about that deep voice of his made her stomach clench up into knots. “As much as I appreciate it, I obviously cannot accept your proposal.”

“Why not?”

“Even forgetting the fact that you were my student for seven years and that I am a lot older than you, I could never in good faith make you endure such a thing. This, this curse,” he spat out the word with disgust. “Is a lot more powerful than you could ever even imagine. It would strip me of all control and force me to do unspeakable things to you that could very well destroy your sanity.”

He turned away from her in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his facial expression which was filled with nothing but self-loathing. “Even now, I can feel the dark magic coursing through my veins, tugging at my mind. It senses your presence. I can hear it whisper to me, bidding me to just rip off this stupid blindfold and take you right here. Merely sitting next to you already requires more will power than any time I have had to shield my mind from the Dark Lord.”

The witch’s breathing hitched in her throat. His crude confession made her heart beat so fast that it was almost threatening to break out of her ribcage. Willing herself to take a deep breath, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to stay put.

No. No, you can do this. For the Order. For Harry.

“I don’t believe that Professor Dumbledore would have sent you up here if he thought that there was a chance of me being seriously harmed,” she said softly, her eyes still closed. “And I also don’t believe that any kind of dark magic would ever be able to entirely overpower your morals and your good heart.”

He snorted with biting laughter. “Then you clearly do not know me well at all. Or him, for that matter. All that old madman cares about is the cause. We are all nothing but mere chess pieces in that little, rigged game of his he likes to play.”

“Don’t say that –”

“But it’s the truth! Don’t you see?” His tone gradually got louder and louder. “Any reasonably sane man in his position would have simply hired an unsuspecting prostitute, slipped her a couple of potions and then sent her back home with an altered memory and a nice, big bag filled to the brim with Galleons, blissfully unaware of any specifics. But not Albus. No, in his mind, raping the Muggle-born third of the Golden Trio is the perfect way to feign loyalty to the enemy and thus securing his plaything’s rank among the Dark Lord’s inner circle. Ha! As distraught as he might have acted, he knew from the beginning that you’d be the one to volunteer. Only you’d be foolish enough to let the greasy git of the dungeons fuck you in an attempt to save his pathetic, miserable life. You and your stupid saviour complex. So please, don’t be so naïve. This is all just a fucking charade to that bloody bedlamite!”

What followed that angry outburst was silence – complete and utter silence. Not even the rustling of the trees outside or the rapid palpitations inside both of their chests seemed to be able to penetrate their noiseless bubble. Hermione could feel her own pulse thumbing in her ears, and her mouth felt almost disgustingly dry. Wordlessly counting to a hundred, she at last opened her eyes and dared to cast a glance at the wizard. He was sitting in a hunched-over position, his face buried in his hands. Never before had she seen him like that, so evidently helpless, so vulnerable. For some reason, it nearly made her feel physically sick to witness him in such a state.

“I understand your apprehension, I really do,” she muttered gently. “I’m not quite keen on having to do this either. But I honestly don’t see any other way out of this mess. Somehow or the other, the curse must be broken … and time is running out.”

“I know,” he croaked out, the words muffled by his hands.

“And for all his faults, Professor Dumbledore is right. We cannot put ourselves before the cause. Especially not during dark times like these.” She could not stop her face from twisting into an anguished grimace. “Besides, I dare say that you are being a bit naïve yourself if you think that tricking a stranger would not weigh heavy on your conscience, too.”

Snape slowly lifted his head a little, allowing his chin to come to a rest on the pressed-together tips of his fingers, which were horribly stained from years of daily brewing.

“I don’t think that you are fully aware of what you are getting yourself into here. This would not be like any of your previous sexual encounters, Hermione. There would be no romance, no pleasure, no satisfaction. It would be hard and fast and downright animalistic.” He squared his shoulders. “And though I have never made it a habit to keep up with my students’ private lives, I do not think that it would be wrong of me to assume that an ever-busy academic like you most likely has little experience with such things.”

Hermione felt the warmth creep into the apples of her cheeks as her whole body stiffened, and that movement did not go unnoticed.

“I mean, you do have some experience, right?”

No answer.

“Oh god, you aren’t still a virgin, are you?” Snape rasped despairingly before letting his head fall back into his hands.

Hermione shifted her weight with unease. “I do not attach any value to my virginity if that is the problem, sir,” she was quick to assure him, glad to know that he could not see how awfully red-faced she was at that very instant. “When you think about it, it’s really nothing but a social construct. Will I be a different person afterwards? No. Will you be dead should I refuse? Most likely. So the decision is easy, really. The only reason why I … why I haven’t done it yet is because such a situation has simply never arisen before.”

“No! No, this is deranged!” he cried out as his entire body seized up and started to shake. “How could I ever live with myself knowing that I took something like that from you?”

She bit her lower lip. “I very much doubt that it would be that much better to wait for my first true love or maybe even just a drunken night out to come around first,” she argued with furrowed brows. “Because even in that case, it would be awkward and fumbling and, in all likelihood, disappointing. With you, now, it would at least serve a bigger purpose. It would be special – in its own absurd way.”

“I can’t,” he whispered in a quivering voice.

Suddenly feeling bold, Hermione grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms towards her, forcing him to face her.

“You don’t have a choice,” she told him in a beseeching yet stern manner. “You are far too valuable to the Order to stupidly risk your life like this.”

Snape opened his mouth as though to say something in response, but then he quickly closed it again. Pulling free from her grasp, he leaned back until his shoulders were touching the wall against which her bed had been pushed. He looked like a picture of misery. His complexion was of a deathly pale colour, his jaw was clenched, and a few beads of sweat could be seen running down his forehead.

“I do not want to do anything against your will,” he insisted weakly.

“I wouldn’t be too concerned about that if I were you. I –“ She dithered for just a second. Come on, Hermione. Don’t lose him now. “I am rather physically attracted to you.”

His head jerked up in surprise. “You are?”

“Y-yes,” she replied bashfully, all at once feeling dreadfully shy. “I find you quite handsome, actually.”

She was not lying just to make him feel better either. Truth be told, she’d had a slight fascination with him ever since he took over the Defence Against the Dark Arts position during her sixth year, when his passion for the subject really started to shine through – particularly during his more physical demonstrations.

Still, she was glad when he did not ask her to elaborate any further. Watching as he ran a tremulous hand through his jet-black hair, she heard him say, “Surely you are aware of the fact that some men would not take kindly to the fact that you are not chaste anymore?”

“Good!” Hermione huffed exasperatedly. “If they truly measure my worth as a person by who I have given my body to, then I’d rather have them think of me as used goods and leave me alone all together.”

“And what about Weasley?”

She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. “What about him?”

“He seemed … very much opposed to the idea.”

“Oh, he can sod right off!” she snarled angrily, leaping to her feet. “I don’t want anything from him. I never have.”

Walking the short distance to her nearby dressing table, she pulled open one of its drawers and fished out a black hair tie which she then used to fasten her brown curls into a low ponytail at the nape of her neck. Checking her appearance in the half-tarnished mirror, she could see the man rub his hands across his thighs in obvious discomfort.

“It could hurt,” he said in what sounded like a last-ditch effort to keep from having to yield himself to his fate.

Turning around, her mouth twisted into a wry smile.

“I’m sure that I have experienced worse,” she told him calmly, and for a moment, neither one of them said anything. Hermione sat back down next to him. “But like I said, I don’t think you’d ever be actively out to hurt me. I trust you, you know?”

Even though they were mostly hidden behind the blindfold, she could still see his eyebrows lift in surprise. It was abundantly clear that even the mere notion of someone like her trusting someone like him seemed utterly unfathomable to the dark wizard.

There was another short moment of heavy silence. Then, a deep sigh escaping his lips, he finally asked, “Are you really sure?”

The tone of his voice nearly broke her heart. He was normally such an assertive and stern man, but now he just sounded so defeated. It made for an easy choice.

“Yes.”

(Click here for chapter 3!)

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[squishneedsahero]

Belonging

Lost to Time | Part 4

Word Count: 1977

Summary:

The story of an original character, Allison Bennett. Growing up black in the short period between the world wars wasn't easy but Allison had friends who stuck with her no matter what. She was ambitious and had a million things she wanted to achieve in her lifetime and would try only to be told by the world that due to who she was it wasn't possible and she'd never live up to her dreams.

Allison looked at the man for a good fifteen seconds, feeling he looked familiar and not being able to place who he was. Finally she places the face, very different from the last time she had seen it but as soon as she placed it there wasn't a doubt in her mind.

"Steve?" The question has barely left her lips when she is standing up and moving towards him. "Is it really you?" She asks, hardly believing that it really is him here in front of her in the year 2015.

Steve's face breaks into a smile as she recognizes him. Someone from his past standing there in front of him, "yes Allison, it's really me..."

It's as he says yes that she rushes him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, hugging him. She can't stop the gasp of relief from leaving her lips as if she had held her breath too long.

He hugs her back just as tightly, lifting her slightly off the ground as he does so. Steve isn't surprised when his friend begins to cry, she had always cried when emotions overwhelmed her. When she begins to release her hold he lets go as well, gently placing her back on the ground.

She looks up at her friend once she is back on the ground. She wipes her face and runs a hand through her messy hair as a laugh of pure joy left her lips. It's not even a moment later that she, a little less than, playfully throws a punch at him, "you bastard. Do you have any idea how much I missed you?!"

With that statement Steve finds her arms back around him, holding him in a hug. He can't help but laugh gently as she goes back to crying into his shoulder, "yes Allie, I do know how you feel."

She pulls back again, giving him a playful glare, "that's not what you're supposed to say." She can't stop the smile from coming back to her face as she looks at him, "you look well, not like you may keel over at any moment," the sentiment is genuine. She hadn't seen him since whatever happened had happened but she was so glad to see her friend looking healthy for the first time in his life.

"You look well too considering that you've been missing for 66 years." He pauses a moment before he continues on, "agent Ross said that you could come stay with me instead of staying here, at least that is if you'd like too."

"I haven't seen or talked with you in ages, you really think I'd turn down an offer to catch up with one of my closest friends?" She smiles widely at him and follows his lead back out of the room. As she walks and talks with him she feels years of stress lift from her shoulders. She hadn't gotten close to anyone in all her time serving as a nurse. She hadn't gotten close to anyone after that, but now she found her friend again and finally felt she had somewhere she belonged again.

Steve and Allison get in a car and Steve drives them upstate to the Avengers compound. As they drive the two friends talk about different things and it's a nice conversation until mentions of the war and how Allison had left came up.

Allison falls quiet, not quite sure how to apologize for not reaching out during her time away but also feeling unsure if she even should apologize considering Steve hadn't reached out either. The problem is solved for her when Steve speaks up, "hey, sorry about not writing you while you were out. Buck was weird after you left then he was drafted and I found a chance to be able to help with the war efforts."

Allison's heart hurts at the mention of their other friend. The third member of their trio, a broken trio that would never be together again. "I'm sorry I didn't write either of you either... it's just as much my fault if not more."

Steve glances at her as he drives, wanting to comfort her but he could also tell there was something more to what she was saying than what had been said. "... do you want to talk about it?"

She bites her lip for a moment, "you really don't know?" Allison looks to Steve and sees the oblivious look on his face. She heaves a deep breath, "Bucky walked me home after our day at the boardwalk... and he kissed me. I panicked, I didn't know how to respond, all I could think of was the struggles my father had told me about courting my mother... I didn't want to have that happen to us, or ruin our friendship but the next day I was gone and writing an apology just wasn't something I could bring myself to do."

Steve nods but stays silent for a few minutes. It made sense, it truly did, growing up with Allison he had noticed the things she wasn't able to do that other girls were. She had always tried to be cautious about that stuff not wanting to burden her two friends with those troubles. After she had left Bucky had seemed off, and every time Steve had asked about it Buck had just suggested some girls to take on a date.

Steve reached over and sets a hand on Allison's, "it's fine, I know the both of you and it makes sense how you reacted." He pauses to think of what he could say to lift the heavy atmosphere that had come upon them. Bringing up the fact that Bucky was also still alive was hardly the solution but quickly Steve settles upon the topic of race.

Steve begins to tell Allison how wonderful the modern day was, though it still had issues that things were a lot better for black people than they had been back in the day. He told her of how she could vote in elections and didn't have to be so careful with how and whom she interacted. This new subject quickly lifts the mood and Allison begins asking Steve all these questions. Just as fascinated as ever with the idea of new knowledge and being able to live the way she wanted.

The conversation goes on, easily bringing back the light hearted feel that they had begun with. Sure things weren't perfect, and Steve made that clear so as to not cause her later disappointment, but things were better here than where he had left her. She had a lot more freedoms she had access to whatever knowledge and schooling she could wish for and not have to worry so much about the cruel people of the world and how they would treat her or those she cared for.

After a few hours of driving they make it to the compound and Allison looks upon it with awe. She had been born and raised in Brooklyn, and when she had left the city it was to go to war camps. The army camps could hardly be called a natural setting, neither could the compound but it had rolling fields of grass surrounding it and large trees, being so much more open than even Central Park was. "You live here?" She asks in amazement.

Steve smiles at his friend and gives a nod, "I do. I have friends who live here with me as well, that's something I should explain before we head inside," with that Steve began to explain the Avengers and how they had come to be. The people who were living at the compound and their names along with a few things about them. There aren't many of them living at the large building, but there's others who periodically pass through and visit.

Steve informs Allison that there were only two who lived there full time alongside him, Wanda Maximoff and Vision, an Android made of pure technology. These two were the only ones who would be around for her to meet today, but his other friends and acquaintances had been informed of her arrival and most would be coming the following day to introduce themselves.

This works for Allison, as she was processing this change quickly and could tell she would love the life she could live here. There were so many advancements made during the nearly 70 years she had missed and she couldn't wait to learn about them all. She briefly meets both Wanda and Vision, the two having other things to do that day and knowing there would be more time to get to know her better later.

All of this was perfectly fine with Allison, she hadn't been exhausted before, but now she was. She hadn't felt so much joy in years, her abs were sore from the laughter she had shared with Steve. She was shown to a room which had some clothes and other items already prepared for her, ready for her to move in. She gives Steve another hug before parting ways and going to her room.

Once the door closes behind her she heaves a sigh of relief and silently prays that this isn't a dream. She pinches herself and trusts that it is real. Allison moves towards the large bed, centered on a wall of the room and sets her tattered notebook on the bedside table. Her clothes had been taken by the hospital, she was wearing a pair of loose pants and a shirt which she had been given, the notebook was the last piece she had to what was seeming to become her old life.

In the space of a day, she had gone from miserable and working every hour of the day just to keep herself feeling a sense of purpose, to now she was ready to move and make this jump to this new life. She had her friend back, something familiar to hold onto as she takes the steps to change and be more herself with everyone she met.

The first change Allison decides to make is taking care of herself. She heads to the bathroom and figured out how things work, taking a long hot shower and washing all of the products out of her hair. As she washed it she felt it's natural curl begin to come back to it, that had been something she'd always tried to get rid of, wished she didn't have. She just couldn't look professional with it, at least that was what she had been taught, she was going to try and change that now and embrace that part of herself.

Once Allison is done in the shower she dries herself and decides upon the next change she is going to make. She is going to dress how she wishes, Wanda had been wearing pants and a loose comfortable looking shirt, so why should Allison have to wear a dress what took 30 minutes to put on herself and shoes that pinched her feet. She goes to her closet and finds something comfortable to wear and easily finds something which doesn't break too many of the rules she is used too but it's also out of the ordinary, allowing her to begin the exciting process of change.

After she has gotten dressed from her shower Allison is well and truly exhausted. That was more than enough change and new information for the day, she could continue her change and being more herself in the morning but for now the only change she wanted to make was feeling how soft a brand new bed felt. With thoughts of the wonderful things to come Allison climbs into the large bed with what feels like clouds of blankets on top and quickly falls asleep, peaceful for the first time in forever.

#the falcon #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfaws #tfaws imagine #catfa #bucky fluff #Bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #steve x bucky #steve rogers #steve x sam #sebastian stan #catws #captain america #cacw #sam wilson #sam x bucky #sam wilson x oc #winter soldier #white wolf

[victorie552onepiecespeedrun]

Reading One Piece pt 60: Skypiea

Chapters 238-239

Thoughts:

- First pages only story: First things first, I want to call it Fpos from now on, it’s faster to type and it isn’t like, terrible acronym. Let’s see if I stick to it. Other news is that Wapol ate a lamp. Fascinating

- Guys can’t fight well here on Cloud Ocean cause the oxygen here is scarce and they’re not used to it (they took an L last chapter from some Sky Citizen and Knight Guy saved them) Will Sky Island became their training grounds or what. It sure would in other series, perfect place to push your limits if you ask me

- THERE ARE OTHER ROUTES TO WHITE SEA and they used the very worst one. Losers :D

- Weird guy wanted money for service but they don’t have sky currency. Gan Fall is pretty nice about this tho

- Get these people some sky money cause they’ll get in trouble without it

- More up they go

- Fpos: Wapol ate a bench. What town are you terrorizing

- They got to Skypiea!!! It’s pretty

- Zoro is surprisingly practical “Where should I put that anchor, guys?” “It’s whatever, don’t worry about it” I would worry

- So happy

- Are Zoro and Robin having a moment? Will you trust her, Zoro? I have NO DOUBT she will cause problems on purpose in the future but it still would be nice if everyone liked each other. And no matter how you look at it, Robin and Zoro are the stoic pair around hyperactive children. Robin of course wins all stoic contests hands down (Zoro, Nami and Robin are the calm trio in this crew – where calm is relative - and you can quote me on this)

- Anyway, Robin has fun and that’s what important

- “There’s no way marines can follow us here. We can finally relax!” I honestly don’t know what will happen but let me: HAHAHAHAHA

- This is nice

- Aww, sky fox

- O, they met someone

- Conis and her dad sound like nice people

- Dial?

What nice chapters, I feel my anxiety go away.

rOP 59  rOP 61

#one piece #one piece speed read #If you didn't know already yeah I totally piracy that manga #so I take scans they give me #I don't want to get a Viz account cause I really don't read that much manga #Naruto long ago #and bnha and One Piece now #and that's it #but don't worry Oda will get his money from me #I'll go and buy all volumes one day #I really prefer to have a book in hand over scans #the procedure here is I go to bookstore and get the lst volume of manga #(they're selling volume 70-something in my country at the moment I think) #and then my brain yells at me till I get whole collection #it works it's the only reason I have Boruto and Dragon Ball Super manga #I don't really read it these days #so the only question is WHEN I get all volumes #sadly I'm not made of money #anyway as I see it you're morally allowed to be chill about it #*eyes my naruto bnha and dragon ball collections* #yeah we good here #and if scans go bad again and names will look like keysmash #I'll check One Piece wiki or something #unless I'll feel lazy or something #that I can comfortably promise I think #spoilers #have a nice day #rOP 60

[salenakingston]

Decided to forgo the prompt thing this time around and write a little something that came to my head on my way home from work. Been writing a lot more backstory related stuff to the main trio, and I don’t intend to stop. It’s so fun to play around with.

Prompt: None

Warnings: Medical Procedures (minor), Blood

Timeline of Events: Whitegale Estate (Backstory)

Total Word Count: 3,117 words

The halls of this estate seemed to just go on and on. Guess that was to be expected when being invited to a place like this. The Whitegale name was one that stretched far beyond the reaches of Sweden, for a number of reasons. Alexander’s wealth and power was nothing to scoff at, but more than that, it was what he had chosen to do with it. He could very well be running his own country with the number of contacts he had, and the people that flocked to him on the promise of a good paycheck. The Whitegales never seemed to be short of work.

And that’s why he was here.

News articles continued to pile up on top of one another, the gap between his own kills becoming shorter and shorter. It seemed that since discovering his project had been a failure, he was not allowed much room to breathe. The demon had put up with him before then, no doubt already knowing the outcome before even his host had learned the price of dealing with those that were already dead.

Magic was real, but even in this new world, there were laws that had to be obeyed. No one could come back from the dead without being broken. Pleas and cries haunted the mind, be it in the waking world or when asleep.

He couldn’t stay at his office anymore, not without risking getting caught. His brain argued with him that he deserved to be taken in. He had lost count of how many lives he had stolen away, be it from those that deserved death or not. He did not care so long as he could get a laugh out of it. He would take.. And take.. And take until there was nothing left of who he once was. Life was slipping away from his fingers.

Sometimes he even wondered what the point of fighting was anymore.

Malceum had found himself on the steps of the estate, mostly by chance. Forced to flee his home country. It was quite the jump to make, Germany to Sweden. Anywhere else might have been a better idea, a place where he might be able to isolate himself so that he couldn’t thrive off the thrill of others… but there was one thing that drew him in to the promise the Whitegales proposed.

Stability.

A roof over his head.

A job.

He could be left wandering country to country without the promise of being able to see anyone. No one owed him anything, and he couldn’t very well work and move at the same time. He needed a new place to call his own. While the estate itself didn’t belong to him, since Alexander had taken him in, he was granted his own space along with the other medical personnel in the building. He had work, or at the very least, something to keep him occupied. On the plus side, with so many people around, he couldn’t just do as he pleased. Someone would notice if one of the staff went missing, or if he had slipped out of the building.

It was a bit of a win win actually.

Unfortunately, it didn’t keep the hollow’s witty commentary silenced.

Alexander had called upon him specifically for a task. Guess the man himself had been impressed by the surgeon’s work. At least that’s what he assumed before stepping inside the office. It was for a stranger reason that he had been chosen. Alexander’s wife had seen him in a vision. Said woman was quite the enigma. Seeing her was rare outside of briefings and events. He had gazed into her unseeing eyes, and could swear that she was somehow still staring back at him. It was enough to unsettle anyone.

He didn’t believe her vision, at least when it seemed like it was something so minor. It was just another surgical job. What did it matter if he was the one who did it, or someone else. Alexander had explained that he never questioned anything his wife had seen, nor was surprised at Malceum’s skeptic tone.

Well… whatever. He had a job to do.

Returning him back to his path through the halls. He had finally managed to figure out where he was going, though it probably helped that he dropped the files he had been flipping through from his eyesight. Anything already on a person’s medical record could help him to understand his patient’s body. Their strengths and weaknesses, at least on a physical level, and what kind of treatments one had already undergone. Which worked, and which ones did not.

But this file just left him dumbfounded.

It was for someone by the name ‘Salena Kingston.’ The first thing that struck him as odd was the inclusion of a ‘species’ tag on her records. Species? It labeled her a wolf, but this had to be some kind of mistake. True, magic was a possibility, but this just seemed too much of a stretch as to what could be considered real now. Humans seeing the future? Believable at the very least. Humans channeling enough energy to bring the souls of others back from the dead? He had seen it first hand. Humanized animals? Unheard of.

Brushing past this mistake, he got into the meat of her records. It baffled him that the list of problems with her physical attributes grew longer and longer with each person that had seen her, yet they had all cleared her to return to duty. Were all of them so negligent with their jobs, doing this on purpose so they could make another sum of money from their wealthy employer? Or was this Alexander’s own doing? It was clear he had contact with everyone on his medical team. Surely he wouldn’t be worse than the doctors.

Well, he wasn’t going to be like them.

Malceum stopped as he came to the medical wing. He knew the path here, but not to this specific room. It seemed strange to be directed to one room, as many others he had taken care of were spread through to whichever space was available. This was ‘her room.’ Just how often was this person here to have a room all of her own?

The surgeon steeled himself, and then opened the door. Strange that this door requires a pin number to open, sliding rather than opening like any normal door.

A pair of blue eyes peered over at him.

The door shut behind him, effectively locking him in the room with a literal beast. So that species part of her documents hadn’t been a typo after all. There, sitting in the bed, was a wolf with a humanized figure. He couldn’t find one thing to focus on, his eyes moving all around her. Her red face markings, visible scars across the top of her muzzle and neck, the curved notches in her ears, the traces of bags under her eyes, but mostly that piercing gaze that fell on him.

A gaze that seemed to be narrowing the longer he stood still. He even found his hands shaking slightly. No, it wasn’t fear that was causing this. He seemed delighted by this turn of events.

“Hey.”

What? Oh that was her voice.

“Are you going to stand there gawking at me, or are you actually going to do your job?”

Malceum was taken aback. Never in all his career could he recall a patient speaking to him in such a way. Annoyance replaced his surprised expression. Oh, he could tell he wasn’t going to enjoy taking care of this one. He set her file down on the small table next to her bed. As he drew closer, he noticed the tubes sticking out of her nose, a tank on the opposite side from where he was standing. Oxygen? Was she having trouble breathing? There were so many problems on the list, it was likely his brain skipped over it, much like the fact of her ‘species.’

“Hey.”

“Y-Yes, st-top.”

His hands were shaking again. She’ll be fun to play with.

Y-You ca-an’t-t.

Oh I’ll find a way.

He gave an audible sigh, an eyebrow raised on the woman? Wolf? In bed. Right, he must look like a crazy person. She was glaring at him at this point, so he might as well match her attitude, “W-well M-Ms. Kin-ngs-ston, I can h-hones-stly s-say in all m-my l-lif-fe I’ve n-nev-ver se-e-een s-som-meo-one as b-brok-ken as y-you are a-and-d s-stil-ll w-wil-llin-ng to m-mout-th off t-the p-per-rson w-who’s-s b-been a-assig-gned to h-help you.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble Sorrowgrave. You’re hardly the first person to be assigned to me as you put it.”

She knew who he was? He hadn’t even been here that long, and he’d never seen her before. Did Alexander tell her about him before summoning him? He mentally shook off that train of thought, scoffing at her, “S-So I’ve s-see-en, a-and it s-seem-ms n-non-ne of t-them-m h-have b-bee-en t-treat-tin-ng you p-pr-rop-perly.”

“And you think you can do better?”

“I k-know-w I c-can.”

“Doubtful.”

Now he was getting more than just annoyed. Were it not for the mask covering his mouth, he was sure his sharpened teeth would be flashing to accompany his growl, “Y-You d-doub-bt my s-sk-kills-s?”

Her tone didn’t change. From the moment she first started talking to him, it seemed she was intent on holding onto her level of sass, but content. Was it acceptance? It was too soon to tell. She didn’t shut up, “Oh no, I’m sure you’re great at what you do. I’m just saying I doubt there’s anything you can do that the other doctors haven’t already tried, or improve upon. My body’s fucked.”

Und-der-rst-tatem-ment-t.

“T-Then-n c-care to ex-xp-plain to m-me w-why y-you’v-ve b-bee-en cl-lear-red e-ev-ver-ry s-sin-ngle t-tim-me y-you’ve b-bee-en h-her-re wh-hen ev-ven you are a-awa-are th-hat s-somet-th-hing is w-wron-ng w-with you?”

“Have you been paying attention? I told you there’s nothing that you can do to improve my condition. You’ll either clear me like the rest of them or I spend the rest of my life sitting in bed. Sounds far too dull.”

“Wh-hy are y-you h-her-re t-then?”

The bitch seemed to roll her eyes at that question, “Did Alexander not even bother to tell his new surgeon why he was being sent here? Just send him off with a file and expect him to wing it?”

Obviously she wasn’t pleased, but was that directed at him, or at her employer? She had to be working for the man if she was in her own private room, but also referred to the Whitegale man by his first name. How was it that she seemed more annoyed than he was having to put up with this? He glared over at the file, as if it had committed a crime by simply being in the room, “H-he s-said his w-wif-fe s-saw me h-her-re in a v-vis-sion.”

That was the thing that seemed to shut her up. Her attitude melted away, head moving up slightly from its slouched over position, “Cassandra saw you? I see.”

So she knew something about the man’s wife too. Just what was so special about this woman and what she could see? Why was it a driving force for so many decisions made around here? It was largely irrelevant for the present moment. He still had a job to do. He found his face easing slightly, “N-Now t-th-hen. W-What-t are y-you in f-for t-tod-day?”

“I need stitches. The staff have been able to do what they could for the wounds, but they won’t heal properly without that work, and Alexander won’t let me do the ones I can reach myself. I’ve been instructed not to move as much until someone got here to take care of the problem.”

She’s capable of doing her own stitch work? Perhaps their employer didn’t want her to do it, feeling more confident with a professional surgeon on staff. Guess his reputation from his home country had something to do with that.

There was a spot for Malceum to prepare for this small task, doing his best to get his hands to stop shaking before he got to work. When he turned back around, he noticed that she had placed her wrists above leather straps on each side of her bed. Restraints, yet she was so casual about their use. She was looking so expectantly at him, “I d-don’t-t s-see a n-nee-ed to hav-ve to u-use t-thos-se.”

“Look Sorrowgrave, I know you’re new here, but trust me on this one. Unless you want to risk my claws finding your skin or impaled on accident, you will strap me down.”

“Y-You c-can’t-t do wor-rse t-than-n wh-hat has al-lre-eady b-bee-en d-done to me.”

“What?”

What?

She didn’t seem to buy that, trying again, “Trust me on this one Sorrowgrave. You’re going to want me restrained. I wouldn’t ask you otherwise if I didn’t think there was any danger to this.” It baffled him in a way that she was willing to be tied down, for his own sake. She was aware of her own power, able to assume she had some from the way she phrased her words, and took her own measures to ensure the staff’s safety. Seeing no need to fight her further, he stepped over to her bed, tightening the straps as tight as he could around each wrist. Her eyes turned forward, waiting now.

He only stepped away to gather his materials before coming to her side, “I’ll n-nee-ed to re-em-move y-your g-gow-wn.”

“Go ahead.”

He had done this so many times before, so there was no need to be so hesitant. The gown was laid across the railing closest to him, his eyes focusing to the new bundle of white and red along her shoulder. So one wound there. He could see the same along her upper chest, another spot along her side, and one last one near her thigh. Whatever mission she must have been on didn’t include an instruction on being careful.

His hands moved around the bandages, removing them. Sure enough, the cuts were deep, jagged in some places. He couldn’t help but notice the ones along her upper chest were different. They were straighter, each one with more than one line next to them. They looked very similar to scars that already littered her upper body. Eyes narrowed, staring on them, and she must have caught onto him again, “As much as I would love for you to keep gawking over my body, do you mind getting on with it? I hate sitting still.”

A low growl passed through his lips, sitting back up so he was at a better angle to do his job. No point in entertaining her rebuke. The sooner he could get these stitches done, the sooner he could leave. A syringe moved towards her wrist, sticking her in a safe place. It shouldn’t take too long for her body to grow numb. While he waited, his eyes moved over the wounds. Whichever medical personnel came to see her before him did a good job cleaning them out. All of them were clear of any signs of infection. Good. He would have hated to do more work than necessary.

He was always careful with his work, testing to make sure the anesthesia was in effect before the needle even touched her skin. Salena barely moved during the entire procedure, making this far easier. Guess he was right that she actually didn’t need to worry about the restraints. He couldn’t help but manage a smug look behind his mask. Good thing she couldn’t see that.

Clean bandages were wrapped back where the dirty ones used to be, leaving the surgeon with nothing else to do aside from clean up. He took care of himself before returning to his patient’s side, freeing her wrists and offering the discarded gown back to her. She snatched it from him, draping it back over her form. Guess his work here was done, so he could leave.

Before he could input the pin to the door panel, he heard her voice again, “Wait.”

Wait? Why? He thought she would be thrilled to have him leave her space. She was rubbing one of her wrists when he turned his eyes back onto her. Her gaze moved to the side, “Thanks. Let me compensate you for your work. I know something you may appreciate more than whatever Alexander will pay you.”

Weird. What could she possibly offer someone like him. Eyes widened when a pocket of magic She stuck her arm inside of it, pulling out a vial. What had he just witnessed? Truthfully, he wasn’t sure, but it fascinated him. Just what was this woman capable of?

Eyes trailed down to the vial, the magic having disappeared, and this what was offered out to him. He took it in his hands, fingers rolling it back and forth as it rested along his palm. The vial contained some kind of green liquid. He was about to question her when she noticed his confusion, “It’s a dreamless sleep potion. I can see the dark bags under your eyes. If they’re anything like mine, I can guess partly why you’re not getting sleep at night. Figured it might help.”

“I-It’s a w-what-t?”

It’s a what?!

One was thrilled, and the other panicking. He couldn’t lose the only outlet he still had for the time being to break down his host. Malceum’s hand began to tremble, grip moving around the vial. Audible cracks from the glass rang in the small room. He tried to save this small act of mercy she had offered him, but he was stronger. The vial shattered, potion spilling between his fingers. Tiny tears pricked at his eyes, red mixing with green along his hand.

He turned around, punching in the code to allow himself to leave, racing down the hall once the door opened.

She didn’t miss the orange flickering in his gaze.

He could tell she was a danger. She had something that could help him, and he made them flee. He wanted to go back to her, beg her for another one, but it was useless. He was going to make him pay for this new found hope.

Salena’s eyes didn’t leave the man, even as he sprinted past the window looking into her room. There was something very wrong with him. Cassandra saw him being sent to her. There was some reason they were meant to meet. Her gaze shifted down to the puddle on the floor, green mixing with red. He wanted that.

Something else made him break it.

And she would find out what.

#my writing #tw; medical talk #tw; blood #novembria #malceum #The Good Doctor #alastair #salena #the terrible trio

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HC pt. 3

Story Time! with the bat fam

The bat language!

It's just glares and different forms of glares. Semi-glare. Glare. Glare-glare. That's about five sentences.

Ravin has cracked the code and communicated with them. They understand why Raven could but not how Mari understands them.

They are very confused because this little flower shouldn't, like why??? She wears her heart on her sleeve and you can tell when she's angry or sad. Dick and bruce do it but Mari catches them.

Unknown to them, when Mari wants to be, she can 'cut' off her emotions.

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Mari found Damian to be semi-attractive. Damian was like eh, she's another girl.

But he was about 5'11 at this point, and for years to come, he would grow. Mari, herself, is barely reaching 5ft. She considers herself lucky that she even reaches 5'5.

She was 20 when she did.

She is very angry at taller beings than her. Dick is 5'11 while Jason is 6'3, Bruce is taller than both of them.

Mari hates them all. Jason still calls her a bean, even when she has him in a choke-hold during a sparring match. Mari will not hesitate to throw hands. Instead of mellowing out, she did the opposite.

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Jason Todd has had sex with Talia before and he hangs it over Damian's head for years.

As a challenge, he brought it up in front of Marinette. Any other time Damian would have left but since Mari was here, he couldn't. Damian stayed but Mari was like

“Why???" Tugging, cause they were holding hands. "Mari, lovebug, Malak, Habi Alghali. Let's go." Mari is a dissatisfied bean. Reluctantly follows Dami away.

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The Outlaws consisted of Kori, Roy, and Jason!

When they hang out they always have ‘baked’ goods. They were eating edibles in the city but they somehow made their way to the manor for munchies. Alfred asked if they had any left.

Assuming to part with them, they lied and said no. (they always do)

Alfred still searched the trio moved the treat around. Some sour straps, molly ranchers, and a joint.

Alfred took some straps and popped them in.

"Wait, Alfred, that's-" "I know." They will never forget. Bruce semi-believes them.

High!Mari

Mari never took a stance on cannabis. "Too young." was the excuse often used when talking about it. She was 16.

She knew what they did. It wasn't until, Gotham, that she got real experience with edibles.

Roy accidentally gave her 300mg of cannabis.

"I got brownies!" Roy came in the room, granted it was one of Jason's many hideouts and they had agreed to hang out before Mari was dragged away.

"Jason, Let's get blazed!" Roy kicked the door in and Mari took a stance, Jason got out his babies and pointed them at the door. "Uhh." Roy slowly backed out, Jason put away his guns and Mari bounced in excitement.

"Brownies!" Plucking one from the bag, Mari smelled it first. "Mari, no." Mari turned, then plopped it in her mouth, stuffed her hand in the bag and took a bunch more.

Eating 3 more and stuffing some for Tikki. Jason sighed deeply. "Dammit." It sweet chaos for Mari after that.

First, an anxiety attack then bliss. She was never afraid of heights from being Ladybug, and that just added more fun for Mari.

Damian doesn't find out until he calls Mari.

Because Mari was supposed to come back and hang out, they promised. No, Damian was not upset by the fact that Jason is not better company than him.

Not at all. Damian is superior in every way! His ringing phone brought him back to reality.

"Mari, get away from there!" That's Jason. Marinette was giggling and Damian could here the wind.

"No way, Jose," Roy shouted in the background. "Who's jOsE?!?!" Marinette laughed loudly and Damian was starting to question his existence.

"Mari, Baby girl, Demon tamer. Get off the ledge." There was an eerie silence. "Oh, that reminds me. Hi, Damian."

That's it. "Ya Qamar Barid, I'm coming to get you." Marinette started to sob at that. "I MISSED OUR MEET UP, DIDN'T I???" Damian was already driving off, he traced the call.

"No, not at all Habibti. I was just thinking about where we should eat out." Marinette stopped crying.

"Really?" Damian confirms. "Mhm." "Je vais à la pizzeria que je veux, amant.* ”  The call ends and Damian is NOT panicking.

(I go to the pizzeria i want, lover.)*

Marinette hanged up and jumped down to the apartment below. "MARI!!" Jason was going to lose so many years of this. This small bean should be very afraid.

Jason jumped after her with Roy following on the other side. "Oh, shit. Mari!" Roy regrets everything leading up to this point. At first, it was funny, seeing anyone try for the first time is.

Jason caught up to Mari, who has made it down 4 apartments. They were on the 5th floor.

Almost went splat on the pavement a couple of times.

Damian pulls up in one of the many cars, he's hot-wired before. Mari doesn't notice she's trying to climb down from the first floor to the ground. She jumps to a flag and misses.

Damian catches her before she hits the ground. "Damnit Habibti."

Marinette giggles. "I would have been fine, you know that." Damian carried her back to the car, Mari's complaining the entire time.

Once she's seated in the cold car, she promptly falls asleep.

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Lila causes problems for Mari, on purpose but for the wrong reasons.

To spend time with her. Lila is never going to admit that she likes or even remotely revolves her world around Mari. Max points it out to Mari and has tried to get Lila to confess.

Likes to make Marinette mad. When her cheeks go red Lila accidentally lets out a, “She’s cute.” Mari turned to her. “What?” Lila panics and shouts. “I said you’re shit!” Mari is a very confused bean.

The only reason why this is brought up is that they make Lila have Sociopathic tendencies. Like Oni-chan didn’t make sense. Why let go of Adrien? Willing? Better question, why only focus on Mari? Unless you know. . . . . . Just saying.

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A lot of mini ships. Like Alix x Chloe.

Alix and Chloe are secretly dating. Sabrina covers for both of them when it’s date night. Alix’s parents know that she’s gay but not Chloe’s. She doesn’t know why she’s scared.

But she doesn’t like that way her dad dismisses gay pride parades. Marinette helps her come to terms and even helps go through her emotions and to come out.

Still doesn’t come out until very much later. Uses Adrien as an excuse. Adrien knows what she means.

Chloe's mother is alright, you know ,gay pride. She joins the parades and makes small nods in her designs.

Eventually Max x Kim!

Alix and Kim are best friends and they help each other out because they always get the wrong advice.

Max and Kim ‘got together’ because Kim didn’t want to date Odine. Max doesn’t think they are dating.

So Kim makes an effort for their relationship and friendship. Alix dared Kim to date Chloe on valentine’s day, Max was there. He didn’t even hear Chloe’s answer but that didn’t matter because, at that moment.

Max heard and Kim understood why he felt like ‘that’ around Max. Max said congratulations and that just broke Kim's heart. Max is not very good at emotions.

"Mom already has enough on her plate." "I don’t need to trouble her." Max to Kim at some point.

Very later. Marc x Nathanial! Fw/B at 17

Nath only shines when art is involved. Has done sculpting and embroidery lessons from Mari, because he doesn’t want to be limited to one form of expression. Digital music is not his thing. Instruments on the other hand. Band nerd.

Sneaks into Higher writing courses. The teachers let him. He’s so talented in creating a universe from nothing. Marc had let the director of the ‘LB and CN Movie.’

Look at some of his stuff but once some criticism on Twitter started to get deleted for some reason, Marc asked around. Bad plot and all, he dismisses the story “Astruc” approved and did another one. Just because he made one good thing doesn’t mean he made the rest just as great.

Yes I am dissing Thomas

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I am changing this.

No relationship. Luka helps Kagami realize that not everything in sexuality is as black as white because im a sucker for Les Kagami and Bi Luka. They can find happiness with people.

Emotions? What’s that. Barely there. No chill. Whatsoever. Sarcasm? Come again. She can make sarcastic jokes but won’t know it if it hits her in the face.

Knows exactly what you're talking about but at the same time doesn’t. Can’t relate. It’s very frustrating because she won’t disobey without feeling guilty. Mari, Adrien, and Luka help tear down her walls and ‘need to approve’ attitude. A lot of walls around her heart.

Adrien doesn't like or feel any attraction besides strong feelings.

Demi? Or Ace. Maybe Ace.

He is very disappointed when he doesn't feel explosions or fireworks when he kisses Lila (It was for a shoot, maybe audition.)

Parents fighting? Middle of most argument. Afraid of failing his father because his mother was like that?

The acting was put on hold but she would sneak out for auditions. Natalie helped her sneak out. He can’t trust Gabrial but trust his mother's judgment and maybe Natalie.

He doesn’t know what to do because Mari is, best friend and Lila don’t like Best Friend. But Mari said it was okay when it wasn’t! Proud owner of at least one brain cell.

Eventually Rose x Juleka!

Very concerned with Juleka’s being. She wants Juleka as more than a friend but if Juleka isn’t comfortable with it.

Then she can wait until she’s ready. Her father supports but her mother doesn’t. She makes fun of her depression.

World of patience. Rose and she aren’t dating but they are saving for each other. Juleka was delirious when this happened. She’ll never admit her feelings. Worried about how people would act.

And of course Alya x Nino once Alya gets her head on straight.

These are mini-stories. I'm going to reference these and mention them when I can in the story.

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Bruce has movie nights.

No one knows where it is or what movie he watches. Alfred has an idea, and the boys keep trying to find where he goes. It's been so long since he's had something nice in his life.

He... adores his... children. To some extent. Okay, a lot.

But that didn't mean he could show how much he... loved them.

Regardless, they bring trouble where ever they go. Finally getting the conviction to watch a movie, he kept the tradition every chance he got.

Marinette accidentally found him at one of the run-down movie theaters around Gotham. A new movie she was excited for was already released in America but after Sams Club™

She never allowed them anywhere near her in a public place. It was chaos last time. She memorized the way to this theatre and avoided all the cameras. She checked, multiple times. On patrol.

Both, Mari and Damian, are 16.

Bruce is 38, Jason is 24, Dick is 26, Tim is finally 21. Dami is a winter baby. December. Mari is a Fall baby. October 8th.

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When Adrien and Mari hang out together, Mari loses one brain cell While Adrien gains one.

They can never get anything accomplished if it doesn't involve the miraculous in some way. Mari was talking about a recent design, Adrien was in the middle of drink soup on this cold day.

Marinette stopped talking as Adrien struggled to get a single noddle in his mouth. Mari opened her mouth to try and say something, but Adrien managed to get the noodle in and grinned. As if, he just got the best Christmas gift, ever.

Mari lost if after that. "A-Adrien!" Clutching her stomach, Mari continued to laugh, Adrien joined in laughing at the slurping noise he made Nino walked in a moment ago to them laughing. It was lunchtime and they went ahead of the Alya and Nino.

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Fu is a touchy subject with Marinette.

After the left with his past lover, he shortly passed away. Marianna wrote a letter back to Marinette and that just broke the Dam she built around her emotions.

Chat Noir revealed to be Adrien to destroy the Akuma after her.

Mari, as the newly appointed Guardian, didn't take away his miraculous. No one else was able and she didn't want anyone else to break down from the weight of responsibility.

Chat Noir took his duty with more dignity and less comical after the reveal.

I just saw the Chat Blanc trailer and.. I had this idea before but omg this is weird.

Let's.

Not.

Get.

This.

Bread.

Like most of this is going to be in Book 2. Book 1 is set in Paris, following Marinette. Book two is in Gotham, following Damian 

#Maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #damian x marinette #Maridami #mari #marinette dupain cheng #headcanons #Cool

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Twisted Wonderland Another One Shot #8: Malleus Draconia x Haru Amano (ft. Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Grim, Shoichi Kazama aka Dwight Kensington & Bella)

Second Canon x OC nya!

pumpkiethepie: Mmh if you're okay with it if it's not too many characters, can I request Reader, Haru, Dwight, Bella and the Diasomnia dorm going to Disneyland? I feel like it would be very fun :') (I let you choose if you want to write some ships or pairing ;3)

Won and requested by @pumpkiethepie nya!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland nya. I only own the plot of this one shot and my OCs Haru, Shoichi and Bella nya.

P.S: I would like to apologise if the canon characters are OOC nya. I would also like to apologise for my errors in my grammar nya. Enjoy nya!

“Wah! I can’t believe that we’re actually outside the school!” Shoichi screamed out of delight.

“And here I am feeling that Night Raven College is the only place around here,” Bella added, sitting on Shoichi’s shoulder.

“Wah! I’m going to ride every rides here and fill my stomach!” Grim squealed out of delight.

“All you ever think about is food, Grim,” Bella said.

“And all you think about is Shoichi, Bella,” Grim retorted. Sparks fly between the two.

“Be grateful that Lord Malleus invited you here,” Sebek said, “And don’t disgrace yourselves in front of him.”

“Sure, sure,” Shoichi responded, stifling his laughter.

“Yeah. Thanks again for inviting us here, Tsuno- ah I mean Senior Malleus,” Haru thanked Malleus.

“That’s Lord Malleus, human!” Sebek scolded Haru.

“It’s quite alright, Sebek,” Malleus said, “You may still call me Tsunotaro if you wish, child of man.”

“It’s just a force of habit. Though that’s the nickname we gave you, I would like to address you properly by your real name,” Haru shrugged her shoulders, “I still couldn’t believe that you’re Malleus Draconia, the dorm leader of Diasomnia. You’re not quite scary as the people say.”

“Thank you,” Malleus said, “Hopefully, this doesn’t change our relationship with one another, child of man.”

Haru sighed, “Of course, it won’t. Whether you’re Malleus Draconia or Tsunotaro or whatever, you’re still my friend. Nothing can change that fact.”

“I-I see,” Malleus stuttered a bit.

“Unless you lie in a personal level or betray me, you and I are going to have problems,” Haru added.

Malleus found Haru interesting that’s for sure.

“By the way, what’s the occasion though? Why invite us, Senior Malleus?” Haru asked.

“It’s my way to thank you,” Malleus responded, “ I still haven’t given you my thanks after all.”

Truth be told, this was just a date in disguise planned by Lilia and Malleus himself. Malleus, not wanting to make it seem weird, invited Shoichi, Grim and Bella. Though, it is true that he also wants to thank them for saving him.

“You better,” Grim said which earned him a boink on the head courtesy of Haru.

“It’s fine really,” Haru said, insisting that it’s all good, “This has become sort of my duty and responsibility after all. Plus, i can’t bare to see anyone in that state.”

“You’re so kind, child of man,” Malleus said, smiling at Haru.

Haru sighed, “Please call me Haru. It’s weird being called a child of man.”

“Very well then, child o-I mean Haru,” Malleus said, flashing a smile to Haru.

“By the way, before we get going, Grim, Bella, I’m sure that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the rides here in Disneyland. To ensure that you do so, we prepared a potion for you to be able to become a human for a day,” Lilia said, giving the Grim and Shoichi a bottle.

“Sweet!” Grim jumped off of Haru’s shoulders and immediately drank the concoction. Shoichi helped Bella to drink the whole bottle.

Soon enough, Bella grew  and became as tall as Ortho, her wings disappeared. Grim transformed into a human. At least he has some clothes on.

“What’s the special occasion?” Haru asked, “This is too much. You guys are too generous.

Lilia simply chuckled and said, “This is just Malleus’s wish.”

“Thank you, Senior Malleus,” Haru thanked Malleus once more.

Lilia clapped his hands to get their attention,” Enough standing around here and let’s got have some fun, shall we?”

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“One question: How the heck can you sleep in a freaking roller coaster?!” Shoichi asked, yelling right in front of Silver’s face.

“You’re too loud,” Silver said, covering his ears.

“You’re weak, Grim,’ Bella snickered, “You can’t even handle roller coasters, scaredy cat.”

“Shut up!” Grim yelled.

“Weak indeed,” Sebek agreed, “Unlike you, Lord Malleus isn’t afraid riding it. He’s fearless! He can ride any roller coasters in the world and not scream. Isn’t that right, Lord Malleus?”

“Even Haru won’t bat an eye with these rides,” Shoichi said, “Right, Haru?”

No responses.

Sebek and Shoichi blinked once...

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“Where’s Lord Malleus/Where the heck is Haru?!” Sebek and Shoichi screamed simultaneously, making other people look at them weirdly and confused.

“Sebek, let’s search for him right away,” Silver said.

“I’m on it, Senior Silver!” Sebek responded.

“I’ll go look for Haru,” Shoichi said, making Bella groan out of frustration.

“Of course you would do that,” Bella muttered.

“There’s no need to search for them,” Lilia said, effectively stopping the group in their tracks, “This is all just part of Malleus’s plan to bond with the Prefect.”

“Say what?!”

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“Ummm...Malleus?”

“Yes, Haru?”

“Why did we separate from the group?” Haru asked, confused by his actions.

Malleus blushed a bit and answered, “I wanted to spend more time with you alone.”

“Don’t we have all the late night talks in the NRC?” Haru pointed out, “This is becoming sort of like a date.”

“Actually...”

Haru just deducted that this whole hangout was a fake and that Malleus wanted to go out with her. Haru simply sighed and said, “You know, you could have just asked me out directly. I would have accepted it anyways.”

“Really?” Malleus asked, his eyes sparkled.

“Personally, I’d accept anyone’s invitation to a date if they genuinely wanted to know me more, That’s the purpose of a date after all,” Haru said, “Plus this gives me a chance to know a person better.”

“I see,” Malleus said as he offered his hand to Haru, “Shall we?”

Haru accepted his hand, “Sure.”

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“Where the heck did Shoichi go?!” Bella screamed this time around.

“Agh! Why must Lord Malleus escape from us?!” Sebek yelled.

“Don’t they know how hard it is to find them?!” Bella started to rant.

“Agreed! I mean for me, Lord Malleus’s safety comes first! I must be by his side!” 

“Same here! I need to be with Shoichi at all times!”

“Hey, fairy! Do you want to team up and search for them?” Sebek suggested.

“The name is Bella,” Bella said, “But sure! Let’s team up and search for them! Let’s help each other!”

“Alright!”

With that, Bella and Sebek left the group all fired up in finding the people they cared about.

Lilia sighed, “Oh dear. This isn’t going to end well.”

Grim sighed, “Here I thought I’d be able to have some fun.”

“Let’s follow them and make sure that they don’t cause anymore trouble,” Silver suggested.

“Agreed,” Lilia said.

“Darn them,” Grim muttered under his breathe.

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“Let’s get a picture with the person portraying the Witch of Thorns,” Haru said, “It will be fun.”

“Sure,” Malleus said, “I’m afraid you’ll be the one who’ll handle taking the pictures. I might mess it up.”

“Whatever makes you feel comfortable then sure,” Haru said, pulling Malleus closer and urging him to bend down, “Say “cheese”.”

“Let me squeeze in!” Shoichi suddenly appeared by Haru’s side while she took a picture.

“Knowing you, you’ll find us easily,” Haru sighed.

“I’m Haru’s best friend! I must stay by her side at all times!” Shoichi declared.

“Oh my.”

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The rest of the day, Shoichi followed Haru and Malleus around...erm...ruining moments...being a third wheel.

“Isn’t this fun?” Shoichi asked.

“Yeah...,” Haru and Malleus responded awkwardly.

Meanwhile...

“I’m so annoyed!” Bella groaned out of frustration.

“I hear you,” Sebek sighed.

“I don’t get what Shoichi sees in Haru!”

“Same here. I don’t get what draws Lord Malleus to the human as well.”

“She’s got all the attention!”

“You’re telling me,”Sebek sighed, “Lord Malleus thinks of that human day and night.”

“Shoichi too!” Bella said.

“You two got along swimmingly,” Lilia said, smiling at them.

“More like we feel each other’s pain,” Bella clarified.

“Isn’t that Malleus, Haru and Shoichi over there?” Grim interjected, pointing to the direction of the trio.

The two immediately ran towards where Grim was pointing.

“Lord Malleus/Shoichi!” Sebek and Bella screamed, bumping and crashing on someone.

Of course the two landed on top of that person.

“Darn you guys! You let them escape!” It turned out to be Shoichi, his eyes swirling.

“Where’s Lord Malleus and that human?”

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“I’m so sorry about Sho’s behavior earlier. I don’t know why he keeps doing that,” Haru apologised, looking outside of the car they’re in, riding a Ferris wheel just the two of them.

“It’s quite alright,” Malleus said, smiling at Haru while holding her hand.

“At least we’re alone now together. We can talk freely now,” Haru said.

“Talking to you sounds lovely.”

The two spent the few minutes they have in the Ferris wheel telling one another about themselves.

“I had a great time, Senior Malleus.”

“Me too.”

BONUS SCENE:

It’s been a few weeks or so since the erm...outing. Haru just closed the door while holding a card.

“Ooh! Who’s it from?” Shoichi asked.

“None of your concern,” Haru said as she heads back to her room, locking the door to keep Shoichi away.

She opened the card.

“Let’s go out together. Just the two of us this time.- M.D”

“Hopefully, Sho doesn’t find out about this.”

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