#It talks about the origins of Merlin (he has a twin sister too)

[the-winters-prince]

Am I the only one who hasn't read the Mabinogi yet? Otherwise I'd change my suggestion. I'm mainly interested in building a foundation knowledge + anything that depicts Mordred sympathic. Yono is interested in Arthur's children. Tendy has already suggested Mordred a Tragedy. I'm also interested in that one. I took one look into The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnelle and it seems hard to read. Middle English. I guess I have to find a modern translation for that. @penwl What book would you suggest? In what topics are you interested?

[lilana163]

Reunited: Chapter 2

Druella and Cygnus Black sat in the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld place conversing about a letter they had just received from Hogwarts, Bellatrix seemed off to all her sisters, the older sister who was always ready to go off and play with her younger ones seemed anxious and scared. Bellatrix sat on the floor braiding Aurora's long silky raven locks, while Andromeda put Narcissa's blonde locks into a half up and half down hairdo, the girls stopped when seeing Kreacher pop up in front of them.

" Mistress and Master requested Ms Bellatrix in the drawing room," Kreacher said to the four sisters, all glanced up at Bellatrix who seemed to visibly pale her soft hands began to shake as she stood up from the hard floor heading down to her parents as requested, without glancing back at her sisters who all had worried expressions.

Bellatrix made her way into the study noticing the angry looks that had been sent her way, she stood in front of her parents not daring to meet their eyes afraid of letting her tears stream down. Little did they know the three younger sisters stood beside the doorway hiding from sight, Andromeda kept her hands over the twin's mouth preventing them from letting out any sound, they all had a perfect view of the three who stood in the drawing room.

" Bellatrix Black, you have embarrassed me and your mother, Professor Slughorn has informed us that you constantly are distracted by your peers and from what your Professor wrote it appears that you like to talk back, Druella look it here we have raised a disrespectful disappointment!" Cygnus yelled pointing his wand at the 13 year old girl, Druella eyes held no pity for her child, she had warned them long ago that bad decisions will lead to consequence's. Bellatrix kept her head down unwillingly letting the hot stream of tears fall to her cheeks.

" She's crying Druella, she's crying," Cygnus taunted with his wand pointed towards his daughter, Druella scoffed at the little girl putting her hands on her hips while shaking her head in disapproval.

" If she wants to cry, give her something to cry about," Druella simply stated, with her words encouraged Cygnus to send the cruciatus curse towards his daughter.

Aurora managed to slip out of Andromeda's tight grip the four year old girl ran in front of her sister blocking the curse from Bellatrix instead it hitting her, Bellatrix looked in shock as she saw her little sister take the pain, Druellas eyes widened but she didn't stop Cygnus who was now stuck on the four year old who protectively hugged her sister while letting out loud screams. Aurora blocked Bellatrix with her body not letting any inch of the curse get to her sister, Auroras grip tightened on Bellatrix as she screamed from the top of her lungs wanting it all to stop.

The pain stopped and the sound of footsteps left the room, the two sisters laid on the floor one was whimpering in pain while the other was too shocked to comprehend what happened, and from that day on Aurora Black promised herself that none of her sisters would feel such pain they would never feel any pain because she promised she would always be there to protect them.

A few minutes later Andromeda rushed into the room grabbing the still crying little girl, Narcissa followed behind with red puffy eyes while the three sisters made their way back to the second eldest bedroom.

" Deep breaths Ara," Andromeda told her baby sister while cuddling the girl on the bed, Narcissa hugged Aurora's legs letting out silent cries, the four year old blonde replayed the image of her twin screaming in pain she couldn't get it to leave even if she closed her eyes, all she could do was stay silent and cry along with her.

" A- A-ndy, i-s B-e-e-lla okay?" Aurora stuttered through cries looking back at Andromeda who gave the girl a sad smile pulling her small body closer to hers.

" She's okay Ara thanks to you, that was very brave what you did back there," Andromeda whispered tucking back a black strand of hair behind her sister's ear.

" We should check on her, I want to make sure," Aurora mumbled but Andromeda only shook her head no in response, the small girl huffed giving her older sister puppy eyes with a pout which Andromeda only raised a brow at.

" Only if you rest first," Andromeda told her younger sister which the youngest responded with an annoyed look.

Three years later:

The Black cousins sat in the field teasing each other, Aurora rested her head on Sirius's stomach while they laid on the grass, Regulus placed his head on Aurora's hip while she played with his raven hair which they both had in common, Narcissa sat crisscross while Andromeda braided her blonde hair, and Bellatrix laid with closed eyes beside her cousin Sirius.

" Cissy fancies Lucius Malfoy," Sirius exposed earning the ugly laugh from his cousin Aurora, Bellatrix smiled at his words finding amusement at the fact.

" I do not!" Narcissa yelled turning into a bright shade of crimson, this only made matters worse making the young Blacks laugh at the blonde's reaction.

" At least I don't fancy the Nott family!" Narcissa turned to her twin laughing at the girl who looked at her in disbelief.

" The Nott family, as in the entire family?!" Bellatrix turned to Narcissa for confirmation which the blonde nodded in response making the whole group roar in laughter except her twin who playfully rolled her eyes.

" What can I say the Nott men are the most charming purebloods ever, you'd be crazy not to fancy none of them," Aurora stated shrugging her shoulders, Sirius faked a hurt expression along with Regulus who furrowed his brows at his cousin.

" Do we not exist to you?" Sirius gasped holding onto his heart with hurt on his face, Andromeda laughed at her cousin dramatics while Aurora looked the boy up and down.

" Oh shut it, you arrogant fool," Aurora chuckled swatting his hand away from his chest.

" Aurora Cassiopeia and Sirius Orion Black, get in here both of you!" screamed Walburga from the window alongside Druella who had an annoyed look on her face.

" Oh Merlin, what did you two do now?!" Narcissa groaned watching her sister and cousin dust themselves off, both had scared yet amused faces while they looked at Narcissa.

" We may have put timed dung bombs in mums study," Sirius explained with a proud smile, Aurora stood beside the boy showing off a toothy girn in accomplishment.

" You too have a death wish don't you?" Andromeda rolled her eyes at the two, the two cousins glanced at each other smiling proudly.

" At least well die together," they said in unison before running inside trying to suppress a laugh.

The minute Sirius and Aurora stepped foot into the study they were hit with the cruciatus curse, Druella had enough of her Auroras behaviour, so unlike Walburga, she held the curse longer than originally expected which put a worried look on Walburga who tried to talk Druella in lifting the curse.

" That's enough, she'll go insane we Blacks don't need the publicity," Walburga shot her friend a warning look, Druella still hadn't lifted the curse leaving her daughter to lay limp staying silent as the curse hit her.

The group of cousins walked into the manor deciding to retrieve Aurora and Sirius, it wasn't uncommon for the two to get punished so it became a routine that the others tended to them once their parents left the room. Bellatrix, Narcissa, Andromeda, and Regulus stepped into the study assuming the pair they looked for was alone, all you could hear from the outside of the black door was the sound of stifled cries.

The four opened the door finding Druella pointing her wand at Aurora who laid pale on the floor, Sirius laid beside the girl trying to recover from the pain he went through, and Walburga had a sorry expression as she would glance down at the young girl who showed no sign of life.

Narcissa gasped quickly running to her sister's aid, red light still emitted from her mother's wand indicating that pain was still going on. Out of instinct the blonde shield her sister's body with her own, with all her strength she managed to check Aurora's pulse, a wash of relief hit the blonde but it didn't stop her from screaming in pain.

Druella finally dropped the hold of the curse looking at both daughters in disgust, she left the room quietly not glancing at the children who stared at her as if she were crazed, the blonde was followed behind Walburga who couldn't process the events, seeing her niece lay on the floor what looked to be lifeless set an uneasy feeling at the pit of her stomach she didn't like one bit.

" Is she alive?" Sirius cried running up to his cousin along with the other three who stood by the doorway.

" I could feel her pulse, yes," Andromeda replied to Sirius staring into her sister's green eyes, those green eyes which were filled with joy now held nothing and Andromeda couldn't help but think the worse.

" Is she still Ara?" Regulus thought out loud saying what each had in their mind, they stayed silent not knowing how to reply to such a question, there was no sign of the Aurora they loved, just a small pale body covered in a cold sweat.

" Andy help me lift her," Bellatrix told Andromeda stifling a cry, Bellatrix felt the need to be strong and not show her emotions, she was afraid that if she showed how she truly felt that it would only worry the younger ones, and that was the last thing she wanted.

The two older girls carried their seven year old sister up to her room placing the girl in the middle of her bed, all the cousins gathered around the girl all laying closely to Aurora who hadn't shown any sign that she was truly okay. After hours and hours, the cousins all fell asleep around the black haired girl who only stared up at the ceiling which was bewitched to show the constellations.

" Ara?" Narcissa whispered looking up at her sister who hadn't said a word, Narcissa took her sister's hand holding it tightly crying as she did so.

" You have to say something Ara, please," Narcissa quietly said to Aurora who only finally turned her gaze to the blonde in front of her.

" Your so strong Ara, so strong so please say something, if you don't mum and dad will send you away, and that can't happen Ara, I need you, so say something, do something Ara give me a sign that your still you," Narcissa pleaded to her sister she made sure to speak lowly not wanting to wake the others, her red eyes meet the cold ones of her sister who looked at her as if she were a stranger.

" I can't get through life without you Ara, so please I'm begging you to say something do something, I wouldn't know how to live without you by my side and if you don't do something now, I'm going to have to find out, for me Ara please," Narcissa quietly sobbed, Aurora was Narcissa's everything that girl lived for her sister and the thought of losing her panicked the long haired blonde.

" Cissy, you're an idiot," Aurora muttered quietly weakly tightening her sisters grip, Narcissa smiled at her sister throwing herself on her twin bringing her into a bone crushing hug.

" Out of all things, that's what you choose to say?" Narcissa playfully glared at her sister holding onto Aurora as if her life depended.

" Because you are, why would you block the curse?!" Aurora angrily whispered back to her sister, Narcissa rolled her eyes at the girl annoyed that it was even a question.

" You should have seen yourself, and I'll do it again, so don't even try and argue with me about being an idiot Aurora Cassiopeia Black, because you win the idiot department, not me!" Narcissa loudly whispered waking up Sirius who laid beside the blonde.

" What's going on?" Sirius groggily let out rubbing his eyes facing the twins who glared at one another, the twins ignored his question continuing with their argument.

" Don't get yourself hurt again Cissy, I don't like it," Aurora mumbled to her sister who softened her expression shaking her head.

" And I don't like when you get hurt," Narcissa replied leaning into her sisters embrace.

" I want in on this love," Sirius let out wrapping his arms around the two sisters who laughed at the boy.

[nostalgic-pancakes]

Room 73- Chapter 4/8

Summary: D&D is planned, two characters get their very own breakdowns, Thomas reminisces, and Virgil has one good day

Pairings: (eventual) QPP’s Remus and Patton, Pre-Relationship prinxiety, sibling-y Virgil and Original Character, Creativitwins

Read on AO3

Word count: 3326

Warnings: Questionable parenting, period-typical homophobia, the foster system, semi-graphic (?) depictions of violent death, rage breakdown, nervous breakdown, minor arson.

Other notes: None!

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Logan quite frankly had no idea what Janus meant by ‘friendly hissing’. All hissing was a warning sign to potential prey, and wasn’t friendly in any incarnation! How could certain kinds of hissing be friendly? They all sound the same!

This was a level of insanity nearly topping Neil DeGrasse Tyson playing Merlin in the fucking Sharknado movies. But not really. That would top everything. Either way, Janus, someone who also hissed rather often (information citation being Patton) was likely the superior authority in tonal hissing. Logan’s a bit too sleep-deprived looking up resources for ghosts and surviving midterms to care too much.

Either way, the Dungeons and Dragons planning session was starting today. Everyone would be there at lunch this time and that meant that one, he would get to see his brother for the first time since homeroom (no common classes on Wednesdays was not ideal), and meeting with the rest of their newfound friends.

(Logan had never had anyone other than Virgil, and the rest seem to be alright. Janus knows, anyways, and he didn’t hate Logan for it, so it’s probably alright. He hopes it’s alright.)

“Lo-Lo!! Over here!” comes a friendly voice from his northeast. It’s Patton, who’s waving at him, glasses crooked, big smile. Logan fixes his glasses, and tries to smile back. It works, and even feels real.

Patton from up close certainly looks a bit tired, but he’s still happy enough, so Logan refrains from pointing it out.

When they reach the lunch table tentatively labeled as ‘theirs’, Virgil scoots over to let Logan slot between him and Roman, while Patton curls up next to Janus, relishing being with their siblings again, as much as friends are ‘neat’.

(Maybe he’s been getting back into Welcome to Night Vale. Maybe Amma cried and hugged him, calling it progress and Mom sat next to him and listened to her own show, the Magnus Archives and held him close. Maybe Virgil squeezed him tight and brought out the ‘What the Fuck is Happening in Night Vale�� board they’d made when they were twelve. He’d never tell)

Remus starts to hand out sheets of paper, asking everyone to draw their characters while he and Virgil work on plot, and it’s quiet in that little space of three pairs of siblings sketching out D&D characters, later talking about little things, big things and everything in between in the courtyard because the senior kids had exams and therefore none of them had last period. It was pleasant, and they’d all be paying their third ever group visit to Thomas later in the afternoon, too.

This was nice.

…

“Hey, Vi?” Hildi asked from behind him. They were sitting back-to-back, on her bed listening to a new album from All Time Low. The name didn’t matter too much yet.

“Yeah, Di?”

“Wanna do low level arson?” she asked, turning to face him and reclaiming her earbud. This was probably a terrible idea, but Hildi was the one person he wasn’t scared of acting out horrific ideas with. He smiles, and it’s reflected in Hildi’s eyes, dark green like the forest she lives in.

“Sure, why not?” he gets up, and Hildi turns around again for him to take his binder off and put on a sports bra, before putting his jumper (that Patton had given him for his birthday last week) back on, and patting his jean pockets for his phone. Once he knew everything was there, Hildi turned back to him, took his hand and led him outside. - “Okay, so how did you possibly, in any fucking timeline convince me to set fire to your old ‘Secret Diaries’ in the middle of the very flammable woods as if it was, at all, anything REMOTELY RESEMBLING a good idea?!”

“The power of friendship, Virge. Don’t fret, the damages are going to be well hidden in a week.”

“Oh my god but this is how forest fires start, were we crazy?!”

“Virgil calm down, nothing is more than slightly scorched, nothing is dead, and we caught every last ember! You’d know!”

“How would I know? Isn’t that more your department?”

“Spend enough time with a witch, and this is what happens. I regret nothing.”

“I regret so many things.”

“Sadness.” - “Hey, scaredy-bro, Love you.” Hildi whispers into the night, and Virgil remembers nights like this in middle school, when he started to realise that not everyone was as scared as him all the time, and he’d become more scared because everyone was watching, and laughing, and--

And Hildi had been there, a casual acquaintance from primary school becoming his best friend becoming his kind of sister because what other word is there (?), offering him trash earbuds that made the grunge music sound that much grungier, and holding him close on the nights Logan came home, unable to speak, covered in bruises, never letting Virgil tell their parents even though Logan was their twin and Virgil was so scared-- She caught him as he fell, and he hopes that she knows that he’ll forever be grateful for it.

“Love you too, you fucking danger noodle.”

Hildi chucks a throw pillow at him. It misses by at least three feet, falling off the shared bed. They both giggle, loud enough that Hildi’s mum ‘ssh’’s them from her own room, audible even with the closed door.

Three hours later, knowing full well that Virgil’s been on tumblr this whole time, Hildi whispers again.

“Hey, let’s look for Kelpies in the creek tomorrow”

This is an awful idea. But it has fewer environmental ramifications.

“Sure, why not. After December break?”

“Fuck yeah.”

They don’t last a lot longer after that.

…

Virgil wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find when he went to check on Roman, after it was ten minutes past final bell and he still hadn’t shown in the chemistry room after going back to pick up his papers.

Having a minor breakdown was not on that list, even though murder was. Virgil’s brain needed new priorities.

“Ro-Ro, Roman, what’s happening?”

“I-I can’t Virgil, I can't do it, please, I’m sorry” Virgil’s hands clenched tighter onto Roman’s shirt collar, knuckles white from the worry.

“You can't do what, Roman?” he asks, as gently as he can

“I-I’m so scared, Virgil. Mom’s not doing well, Dad’s doing the opposite of helping, and Remus and I don’t know what to do, Virgil. They keep f-fighting. The last time we tried to tell, it was by accident, and Mom had gotten so mad, and she’d said “If you keep talking about how Mom and Dad fight, then there won’t be a mom and dad’ and I can’t-- I can’t live without her, I can’t, Virgil!” Roman blubbers into his shirt, staining his hoodie and and pressing against his (currently unbound, but no big deal) chest, but Virgil literally could not give a shit about his hoodie right then, pulling him closer and cradling Roman’s head in the crook of his neck, one hand in his (fluffy, holy shit is this cotton?) hair, the other cradling his back. Roman smells like wood and some kind of flower.

“Have you told her any of this, Ro?” Virgil asks, and Romab lets out a bigger sob, burying himself into Virgil’s torso. Virgil knew that Roman’s parents weren’t on the best of terms right now, even though they kept trying to be good parents, but this? This was new.

“I c-can’t because-hic- She’ll get more upset, and she’s alsways so close to snapping and i can’t tell dad because he’ll get angry and I can’t tell Remus because he knows but he doesn’t, he doesn’t---fuck”

“Doesn’t?” prompts Virgil, softly into Roman’s hair, muffled by the soft chestnut curls.

“know, not same as I do, he doesn’t get sad, he gets mad, and he doesn’t want to become like dad but he stops talking and locks himself in rooms to not yell at people and I don- I don’t wanna make it worse.” he says softly, and Virgil starts stroking his hair, as a way to try and calm Roman down, trying not to cry a bit himself. He wishes, in a horrible way, that this was a panic attack. He doesn’t know what to do here.

“Could you find a way to maybe more quietly tell her to stay, perhaps?” asks Virgil again, even quieter this time. Roman more feels the words than he hears them, a soothing sort of humming.

“But it’s so selfish, isn’t it? That I think that? She deserves to be happy, and if being without us is happy, then she should, right? But I can’t do this with just my dad- he’s trying, but I can’t, help, please.”

And Virgil doesn’t know what to do, or what to say anymore. So he just holds Roman tighter in that very small corner in the 9-D classroom, and Roman clutches back until he’s cried it out entirely, and is ready to face everyone else. It’s been a few minutes, but they can clean up real quick.

Virgil takes out his spare hoodie and changes into it, Roman with his back turned in the boy’s bathroom, while Roman fixes his hair and washes the drying tear tracks off of his face, which were starting to feel like a mask on his face. He tries for a smile, and it’s small, but at least it’s real.

Virgil passes him a granola bar, and Roman hesitates for a second, before smiling again, taking it in hand and pocketing it. Roman offers his hand for Virgil to take, and he does, feeling the softness of Roman’s hands in comparison to his own, long and calloused with fidget rings on both hands. He squeezes.

Virgil looks up at Roman again, and they share a small smile, before walking out of the bathroom, hand in hand.

Wait- why are his hands glowing?

“Fuck you, Hildi.” he muttered under his breath.

“Huh, what?” Roman looked back at him, questioningly.

“Uh, nothing. Just thinking. ‘Cmon.” he smiles again, and he means it. With Roman, it feels like all his fears can be kept aside for another day.

…

“Oh my god, Remus, no you cannot make yourself a dwarven stripper this is a PG-13 D&D game oh my god--”

Remus looks up from the (probably very gory) conversation he’s having with Patton to reply to Virgil. “And why not? Minnie could be a stripper in the way back!”

“Just… no, thanks.”

“UUUUUGH, you’re no FUN, Virgey.”

“C’mon Bro, you could be… I dunno, a taxidermist?” Remus gets the manic glint back in his eye, snatching his sheet back from Virgil to add in the new information, scribbling frantically. His handwriting is already nigh impossible to read on a good day, so he’d better be able to read his own character sheet.

“Hey Thomas, what do you want to be?” asks Janus, undoing his loops to start a new string game, having finished his character profile- a Tiefling Wizard, about ten minutes ago while Logan became his work partner and roommate (Oh my god they were roommates), a human wizard. Virgil was the DM, therefore without a character other than an ominous voice with anxiety and a god complex at the same time, and Patton and Roman were both Elves, though Patton was an Artificer and Roman was a Bard.

Logan quickly jotted down Thomas’s responding morse code, chuckled, and read it aloud. “He says, and I quote: Can I be the thing that goes bump in the night? But also offer tea and biscuits to wayward travellers.”

Virgil smiles in Thomas’s vague direction, trying to make eye contact with the static. He fails, but Thomas thinks it’s quite nice of him to try.

“You’re too nice, T. I’ll write it down for you.”

You’re too nice

He was too nice to not let them get away with it, to stop them from killing him, to stop them from--

”Oi! You fruitcake, too nice to go running to your boyfriend, huh? Get a taste of this and see whether you’re nice enough to take it.”

He was. He didn’t object to the stuff in the bottle going down his throat, burning up his organs and destroying his body from the inside.

He didn’t have enough vocal chords left to scream, even as the other boy, final year, shook him as if trying to see whether he’s wake up, even as a hole formed in his throat, bleeding and burning and burning and burning--

It’s the last thing Thomas remembers.

“Thomas? Thomas? You’re making static-y noises again. You okay?” it’s Virgil, and it’s been nearly a hundred years and they’re dead and he’s dead and there’s nothing left of anyone he remembers but memories and he pushes aside his last memory, the worst one, to try and think of Valerie, his amazing sister who got to go to his school, sit in the same chemistry room once it was converted into a public school. Terrence, his family friend who came to his gravestone specially when segregation ended, and he could finally come and visit.

Everett, his boyfriend, who kept visiting, every day at four P.M on the dot until he was twenty and left town for college. It feels better to remember them as they were, in loose clothes playing in the woods, hide and seek and dolls and Valerie-the-Nurse and Everett-The-Soldier and Thomas-The-Film-Star and finding ways to get Terrence away to play with them too, as Terrence-The-Mechanic who could fix anything, even emotional problems as their Mom’s tittered and their fathers scowled but they didn’t matter because they were having fun.

He snaps out of it proper when Virgil manages to locate his hand, semi-visible ...

Patton’s pulling at his hair, not enough to fall out but enough to hurt, Sarcastrophe by Slipknot raging through his headphones and he knows that this is bad for his hearing, but at this point if it can drown out the absolute rage pounding in his mind, then going deaf is worth it.

He doesn’t even know why he’s mad. It’s just there and he’s screaming into his sleeves, tears caking on his face for moments before the anger arrives again and there’s a new layer of saltwater on top of it, endlessly endlessly going and he can’t stop it and why can’t it just stop--

There’s someone calling. It’s Remus. And Patton has to be happy and he thinks he might just implode with the… everything building up in him, but he has to do this so he picks up the phone.

“Hi Patty-Cakes!” The nickname makes him want to puke, even though he doesn like it, but he swallows the imaginary bile in his throat and replies.

“H-Hey, Remus.”

“Patton? You alright?” No, not at all he wants to scream and kick and cry but also freeze and never move again and his head hurts and there’s a pit in his stomach that won’t go away!

“YEAH! Uh, yeah. I’m good.” he sniffles, and he hopes Remus didn’t pick up on it. Judging by the silence on the other end, he probably did.

“Pat, please, tell me what’s wrong. I won’t say anything. Just let it out. It usually works for Roman and I, but just- see for yourself, okay?” Remus sounds a little concerned, a little desperate, and Patton thinks Remus can hear him trying to stifle his crying. He tries a little harder and all that comes out is one long moan with hitches for cries and the tears are drying, and Remus starts again, concerned, but Patton can’t hear, because the tears are catching up again and he’s screaming again and his fingernails have cut little red crescent moons into his cheek and it drips a little and Remus is still talking, soothingly and Patton latches onto that voice like it’s the only thing that could possibly carry him through this because it damn well feels like it.

He hears footsteps but not really, too focused on trying to regain control of his breathing, following Remus’s count.

When it's been a few minutes of following the count, and Patton’s breathing has evened out, he wipes off his face in his old faithful broom skirt, always ready for days like these, and he buries himself a little further into his hoodie, covering with it the phone on his ear.

“Patty--”

“No, not that, please.”

“Patton, Do you want to talk about it?”

Yes, actually, but he doesn’t really see the point, since nothing lasts for him. He’s a fucked up foster kid ™ style. Good things don’t happen to him. (Maybe to Janus. Janus deserves good things, good people, better than him--)

“Why wouldn’t this last? And you’re a foster kid?” fuck, he said that aloud? Well, rest in fucking pieces, brain to mouth filter.

“Yeah, f-foster kid here.”

“Janus too?”

“Yeah.” he whispers, throat too tired for anything else. He’s not ready for the universal ‘how’ question, but he’s not been prepared for any of this so far, so maybe he should just not bother.

“Okay. Do your foster parents show any signs of wanting to let you go?” no, not really. In fact, he’d seen Remy and Emile trying to quickly hide a sheaf of papers any time Patton or Janus entered a room, and Patton’s been pushing down the hope as much as possible, even as he sees Janus start to believe it eventually. Patton has to be ready for something to go wrong, he can’t afford to let down his guard, lest he can’t protect Janus anymore. He has to make sure nothing can faze him.

But he wants. He wants so, so badly that sometimes he lies in bed for hours, pushing down the want and trying his best not to cry, until it’s morning and he’s waking Janus up even though he could barely push himself out of bed. He says this to Remus, because he still wants. He wants to stay near Remus forever, recite oddly dark facts and binge-watch the Sharknado movies again while Logan and Janus screech in betrayal and huddle up close and he wants to have this. He wants this so badly.

“Pat, I didn’t know how to say it, but I want to be with you forever too. You like my weird facts, and you stay by me when I’m mad and I want to be there when you’re sad, Patton. I want this too.”

“R-really?”

“Of course, Patton. I don’t lie. Especially not to you.” Patton laughs, somewhat wetly, and Remus’s tone brightens when he hears it, and Patton can feel the smile on the other side of the line, manic-looking but inherently full of kindness, and everything feels a little more okay.

The hurt isn’t gone, but at least he isn’t forcing it down into his large intestine anymore.

“Thanks, Re. I-I’ll talk to Emile and Remy when they come home, okay? I’ll tell you what happened. See you in school tomorrow?”

“Course, Patton. Now I’m gonna go get something for Roman to eat before his stomach acids digest his entire body, eyes and all.”

Patton laughs. “Okay! Just don’t miss your therapy appointment, okay?”

“Never do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The call finally cuts off, and the timer reads 37:19:73, and he probably spent a good chunk of that time having a breakdown, but strangely enough, Patton doesn’t feel super bad about it. The want is there, and he’s still not super sure about what to do with it, but he knows that he wants it to be real, and even if something does go wrong, he’ll still have Remus’s number.

The door swings open as Janus enters the house, and creaks closed downstairs, and Patton flops onto his bed, eyes still a little red, putting his phone on charge to take a nap. He’ll have emotionally charged conversation, but after this nap, thanks.

[kob131]

True Name: Uther Pendragon Class: Saber Gender: Male Alignment: Lawful Good (believes he is Lawful Neutral) Parameter: Strength: B Endurance: A Agility: C Mana: E Luck: C NP: B+

History: Uther was born as the youngest of three brothers, himself, the Black Dragon Vortigern and the Paranoid Prince Ambrousis. After their father Constantine was died, the eldest son Ambrousis took the throne at the young age of 14. Due to an innate paranoia, the treachery of royal politics and persistent rumors of his father having been poisoned, Ambrousis sought to weed out all potential traitors and dangers to himself In his madness, he killed civilians for speaking unfavorably and nobles for dealing with other nations.

Unable to tolerate his eldest brother’s actions, Uther, alongside the middle child Vortigern, staged a rebellion against Ambrousis, uniting several lords and knights across Britan to wage war against his enthroned and madden kin. Through numerous bloody battles, he forced Ambrousis to met his demise by his own hand, with no small amount of grief and sadness. Soon after, the lords of the land agreed to name him King, something that would come to frustrate his last living brother.

Throughout his reign, he came into conflict with his neighbors/arch enemies the Saxxons. The two kingdoms went to war with each other many, many times, almost always with Uther just barely managing to edge a victory. During these many wars, he was always noted to be seen wandering near lakeside, gazing wistfully out upon the water. One night, on the last of his many walks to the lakes of the land, returned with two twin newborns in hand, girls who he would name Morgan and Morgause and claim as his children. No one is quite certain who the mother of these two was...

Later in life, as the strain of his life came to haunt him, he began to seek an heir to which take his throne upon his increasingly likely death. However, due to lacking a wife and having only daughters who could not be accepted by his kingdom, he looked to his old and trusted friend Merlin. Together, they hatched a plan for Uther to impregnate the lovely Lady Igraine with the king impersonating her lover through Merlin’s magic. Alas, though the child was blessed with the blood of a dragon, it was also yet another daughter, named Arturia. Distraught and despondent, Uther gave up his quest for a successor and left the child in Merlin’s care.

This turn of events alongside the death of his legitimate child Morgause left Uther in the worst of health. His body deteriorated day after day, for years on end until one day, seven years after those events, he died due to a combination of sickness and poison by his lifelong enemies....*

Personality: Quite unlike his successor, Uther is open and friendly man who ruled through trust and familiarity, while not being the best at administration. He warms the hearts of both his retainers and his people with his honesty and openness. Alas, this warmth also lends itself to a certain...fiery temperament in battle.

A man tried to uphold honor and dignity during his life, helping define the code of honor that many among the succeeding generation would uphold as their standard. That said, he could not always uphold it as the conception of his youngest child will tell you. 

Below his surface though, he holds a great many regrets. He laments his killing of his brother, his inability to stop the tyranny of his other sibling, his failure to properly raise the children under his care, his shame at the manipulation of Igraine born from a moment’s weakness and lust and his perceived abandonment of his youngest child. Because of this, he feels rather uncomfortable around most British servants, especially those from his era as it reminds him of his failures. Though, he still trusts and respects Merlin (even holding the distinction of being one of the few people able to catch the flower magus off guard).

He also regrets not having tried to defy the laws of inheritness during his time, as he sees this inaction having caused the many conflicts and pain of his successors.

Noble Phantasm:

Flame Sword of the Dragon King: Caliburn Classification: Anti-Personnel Rank: B+

Born from the legends that he himself wielded Caliburn before lodging it in it’s infamous stone as well as the misconception that he himself had dragon blood- Uther wields an altered version of Caliburn of similar quality to it’s true self. In battle, he can ignite the sword with dragonfire and enhance it’s power before releasing it in an inferno the swallows the opponent. The Noble Phantasm itself is not the sword but rather the technique and skill that Uther uses when swinging the ignited sword.

Relationships:

Merlin

Still views him as a trusted advisor and friend. Wishes he would not inform him of his daughters’ sex life. Holds the distinction of being one of the few people to catch Merlin off guard.

“Ah, Merlin. My old friend! You are truly a sight for these sore eyes... Would I like to hear about my child? ... I know you better than to answer yes.”

Arturia Pendragon

A father in name only, he believes. He feels nothing but shame and remorse upon seeing her, believing he does not deserve to be considered among her family. This despite Arturia’s admiration of his own rule.

“... Of course, she is here. The noble King of Knights who did what I could not... No Master, I do not wish to speak with her. I had that chance long ago...”

Arthur Pendragon

Is VERY confused why he has a look alike calling him ‘Father.’ While accepting of the man, Uther can’t help but feel bitter about how things seemed to have worked out for his other self.

“Master? Why is that lad giving me such a strange look? ... Arthur Pendragon? My son from another world? ... *sigh* Of course I find an heir I could truly pass on to NOW of all times...”

Lancelot

Is quite confused (then amused) that his daughter’s greatest knight is a Frenchman. Uther shares a kinship with him as a fellow knight ashamed of his past. Helps that Lancelot is the first Servant he meets upon arriving at Chaldea.

“Ah sir Lancelot! I was wondering if you and I could partake in a friendly spar sometime soon! Yes yes, I shall try to keep from getting too excited like last time.”

The Orkney Siblings (Gawain, Agravain, Gareth, Garehis)

Uther feels deeply conflicted with the siblings, knowing that they are the children of his one surviving child and yet his own failings as father caused them harm indirectly. He is, however, forced to put these feelings aside as the knights all deeply admire and adore him, having been raised on stories of his heroics. Especially the eldest Gawain.

(Gawain) “Oh, you are...yes, Gawain. Morgan’s eldest son. I shall take my leave. ... Wait, You want me to stay? You want to know about my battles? Haha, I-I don’t know what to say.”

(Gareth) “Oh, young Gareth. What a surprise, what brings you to me? ... A jousting battle? Young lady, do I appear to be of the Lancer Class in any manner? ... Now it’s a sparring match?!”

Vortigern

The mere sight of his elder brother deeply enrages Uther. The pain of his brother Ambrousis’ death dredged up at the sight of the sibling he believes he should have slain, there is no chance that Uther will ever cooperate with Vortigern.

“VORTIGERN! Damn you to hell, you inhuman tyrant!”

Morgan Le Fay Pendragon

To say the sight of his eldest daughter brings Uther pain would be nothing if not an understatement. Pressured by the constant wars and responsibilities as king, along with no partner to help him in raising a family, he could never truly invest himself into Morgan’s life as he wished to. Because of this, the death of her sister and even his own, Morgan walked a path of sacrifice and failure, transforming her into the brutal witch she is known as. All because, in Uther’s eyes, he could not comfort her.

“Morgan, oh Morgan. You have suffered so much, despite never wishing for the throne yourself. Seeking it out for Morgause and myself... Forgive your fool of a father, for he could not save you from this.”

Mordred

He did not recognize her as his kin at first but greatly enjoyed her company. Upon learning of her full heritage, Uther resolved himself to make up for his failures with her parents and help guide her to a better life.

“Ah, Mordred. Come, come. We have much to talk about. Yes yes, I know you feel as though my talks are long winded and boring. But I ask of you: will you allow this old man to indulge talking to his grandchild? Ha ha, no need to blush, I should be thanking you after all.”

*Sorry to any Arthurian myth fans but holy fuck, not only is Fate’s iteration of the Round Table Myth really hard to faithfully adapt the original myth- The myth ITSELF gets really patchy when not directly concerning Arthur. 

Like, the actual villain of early Uther’s life was VORTIGERN, who was NOT his brother. That doesn’t line up with Fate so I had to make the good guy Ambrousis a bad guy. And THEN it turns out that Uther fucked and married Igraine BEFORE Arthur which again doesn’t match up to Fate. So had to change the mother of Morgan and Morgause to someone else just for this to make sense.

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Arthur’s secret twin brother

Inspired by if Arthur had a twin sister by @caffeinatedflumadiddlebutmerlin, I just thought of some loose headcanons on how events may have been if this were the case. Named him Kay after Arthur’s adopted brother from the original/older myths of Arthurian legend.

Uther decided to give him to another noble couple who were struggling to conceive like he and Ygraine were, he couldn’t have two heirs running around the castle. He covered it up enough so only Gaius and Geoffry know who the boy really is. 

The noble couple named him Kay, they don’t tell him the truth about his birth. They grow up thankfully for Uther there non-identical 

He turns out to one of the nicest guys anybody meets. He visits the castle every now and then, the staff love him as he helps them out and manages to convince Uther that they all should have a pay rise. They do.

One of the reasons Morgana loves him, like a little brother of course, he loves sparing with her as well and thinks Gwen is the best person ever.

Arthur hates the man with a burning passion, it's out of jealousy more than anything, but Kay tries so hard to get Arthur’s approval. It takes a long time but Kay and a select few others Arthur actually treats like people.

Kay tries to get Arthur to be nicer to everyone but fails, so when Merlin becomes Arthur’s servant and Arthur’s attitude problem improves. Kay dotes on him, they become best friends easily. Arthur hates this.

“Can I have the day off?” 

“No” 

“Arthur, he works so hard for you, so give him the day off or I’ll tell Gana.”

When Gwen gets kidnapped he's gone to save before Uther even finishes telling Arthur that he can't go. Because one Gwen is the best two Uther can’t tell him he can’t and his parents aren’t there so...

That’s when he meets Lancelot for the first time and they hit it off after Lancelot figures out it is an undercover mission to rescue Gwen. It doesn’t go to plan so it is great that Arthur and Merlin show up. But he thinks that Merlin and Lancelot have something going on, so he teases Merlin without mercy.

Next time he's in Camelot the dragon attacks, he gets badly injured, severe burn marks on his left side which remain a permanent feature,  saving Merlin’s life causing him to get injured and Uther then reveals that he is actually Arthur’s younger brother. 

Arthur suddenly becomes all protective swearing to kill the dragon yet furious at everything after being denied a brother, another contender to the throne but he doesn’t care as much about that.

Merlin is confused about whether Kay could actually be the once and future king, seeing as previous behaviour from him showed that he couldn’t care less about magic, in terms of people having it and the fact he has never had a major classist view more ignorance to it really.

Morgana is pissed, at Uther even more (Kay hasn’t realised Morgana is going bad yet)

Gwen and Leon, the only rational people here don’t care what blood he has; he is still their friend, but annoyed that Kay was kept in the dark his whole life. They can’t say anything of course.

Kay doesn’t know how to process it. He’s made at his parents and Uther for lying, worried that Arthur will reject him. Morgana consoles him, that’s when he starts to notice something off with her.

Merlin tells Kay about his Magic, Kay accepts him easily. Merlin tells him almost everything they laugh and cry. He tries to convince Merlin to tell Arthur but its ultimately Merlin’s choice.

Next time he comes to Camelot Morgana takes over Camelot finds out she is his half sister, so is like :) Sister! :( Bad Sister! He also chews out merlin in private about the secrets and not telling him she has magic. 

Anyway this is how he Gwaine they should not be left alone together, mischief incarnate and brain cells should be separated. They are best friends and you can’t stop them, Arthur hates it when they talk in hushed whispers, usually cause it doesn’t end well for him

He also reunites with Elyan so casually, “Hey it's been a few years.” “Yeah sorry bout that, been busy.” “me too”

Meets Percival now known as Gwaine's future husband muscles  unlike his brother he doesn’t swoon over him. Just asks Percival to throw him, cause he thinks it's funny. Lancelot tells him off because you can’t just ask someone to throw you apparently.

They take back Camelot, Kay stays this time.

He does not trust Agravaine, he constantly tells Arthur not to trust him either but Arthur says he's family… “So was Morgana”. They don’t talk for a month

They forgive each other, Kay is still wary though

He accompanies the others to close the veil, with the intention to seal it himself but Lancelot punches him in the face to stop him and goes into the veil instead. He doesn’t forgive himself for a long time but focuses on being there for Merlin as much as he can.

Stops Merlin from killing Arthur with Gwen and Gaius. But not really because he is just laughing, but then Merlin tells him Morgana tortured him and Merlin has to stop him from trying to kill Morgana with his bare hands.

He stays with Arthur while the others go to cure the illness, since Arthur is even more protective after finding out that Kay was intending to sacrifice himself to save Camelot.

Then Shade!Lancelot comes and everything goes up in smoke and he and Merlin give a freed!Lancelot a funeral, they fail to stop Arthur from banishing Gwen causing more arguments between Arthur and Kay.

He does on a quest for a while just to take a breather for a while, he stays with the druids and teaches some how to use a sword while they teach him healing spells, the druids just love him because he’s that amusing mix between smart and incredibly stupid.

He comes back and finds Morgana took over Camelot again, with Agravaine’s help and he is PISSED. But hey Tristan and Isolde are new friends so that’s a perk to Kay. They love him.

I would like to think Kay saves Isolde so we can have just one couple alive by the end, and we can't have Kay sticking around for too long because we can’t have nice things.

Tristan and Isolde stay to honor Kay’s memory

Arthur grieves as he has just lost his little brother, only decent family member.

Merlin loses his last confidant and actually helpful advice giver

Leon loses another brother in arms

Percival talks even less

Elyan becomes wrathful

Gwaine drinks the tavern dry for a week then tries to sober up but fails, he does laugh as much

Camelot is never the same

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me n @bravelittleflower were talking about our crossovers and then i wrote this. hope u like it babe. (also it’s been years since ive watched anything tvdverse so forgive me if it’s ooc)

When Nova got the call, she was having a really good dream about Aldis Hodge and Megan Fox, like - a really good dream - so she was naturally upset by someone interrupting said dream by calling her at one am in the morning

“What the fuck is it now?” Nova answered the call without looking to see who it was - these assholes couldn’t give her one night off could they?

“It’s Grace. They took Grace.” The voice said, their voice clipped with an edge of utter desperation to it.

She recognized the voice after a few moments, it was Kol.

Nova sat up in bed and pulled on her sweat pants in five seconds flat, using her shoulder to hold her phone to her ear as she pulled on her combat boots and a nearby leather jacket.

“Who took Grace? Do you know where? And where are you?” Please nature below her, don’t let him do anything too stupid.

“My wench of a mother and cretin of an older brother took her. To try to control me, like I’m a bloody dog.” She heard him say, and wanted to scream at their fucking never ending luck but if she was deal with fucking Esther she was going to need a cool head.

She ran out of her room, leather satchel in hand, almost stopping to get Bonnie but the last thing she wanted was for her sister to get tangled in more Mikaelson drama after the week she’s had, so she crept past her room, hoping her twin would forgive her.

“They made it clear that if I tried anything they were going to hurt her. More than they have already.”

“Fuck,” she muttered in reply, getting a strangled noise of agreement in response.

Fuck cool heads she guessed?

She felt more than saw Merlin creep up behind her, following her as she walked out of the apartment complex and into the streets of New Orleans still alive as a mix of regular party goers and tourists bar hopped.

Nova didn’t have to go far as Kol appeared in front of her, his appearance far more manic than he sounded on the phone. There was a bloody hole in the his shirt, tears fell down his face and he looked ready to kill someone.

“Do you know where she is?” Nova asked, the sight tugged at her heartstrings sure, but she was more interested in getting Grace back.

Kol paused, appearing to think on the question, a snarl on his lips as he realized something.

“Yes.”

She picked up Merlin and grabbed a hold of Kol’s shoulder. “Good. You Superman speed us to the area and I.. will take care of the rest.”

Esther has crossed a line. She was so fucking done playing nice.

Kol for once in their entire friendship didn’t protest or joke about her demanding requests and did as told.

When the supernatural Uber drive was over she was glad she had three tight french braids in her hair.

She looked around and rolled her eyes when she noticed it was the cemetery, someone was very lacking in the originality department.

Merlin left her arms but not without scratching her hands - which, fair, but she noted with a pleased look in her eyes that he didn’t make any noise as he got to tracking Grace on his own.

Nova followed Kol instead of Merlin, after so many years she was in tune with her Familiar enough to know that they were on the same page.

She pulled out some vials out of her bag as they walked, popping the cork on them before downing all of them at once.

It tasted like dirt, brussel sprouts and vegemite put together to make a vomit inducing dish, but still she swallowed. It would in theory fend off the threat of Magical exhaustion for at least an hour.

In theory, it could also just be giving her bad breathe.

When they were close to the somewhat familiar Mausoleum, she halted and grabbed Kol’s shoulder before he could storm inside.

“Wait,” she whispered, despite knowing it was useless and that if Finn had not heard heard them, his mother had definitely felt her arrival.

But still she waited for just a moment, and watched Kol grow increasingly impatient, ready to shake her off and storm inside but it wasn’t long before they appeared.

Finn seemed bemused by the sight of her, as she dropped her bag to the ground, or maybe it was her lacy pajama top not doing it for him?

Esther for her part seemed serene at the situation, but considering their last interaction, she wondered if the elder Witch was just really good at hiding her fear.

“You handle your bootlicker brother. I’ll take care of your mother.” Again, she thought but did not say to Kol who grinned at Finn with a joyfully maniacal look in his eyes.

“With pleasure,” Kol replied, wasting no time in charging towards his brother.

“I thought I was really fucking clear about what would happen if you tried to use or hurt me and the people I love again, Esther!” Nova yelled against the high winds that she supposed the opposing Witch thought would stop her.

“The girl was the only way to control Kol and his violent impulses,” Esther said, showing no regret on her face. Annoyingly serene.

She kept her booted feet firmly on the ground as she slowly walked towards the older woman, who she saw had put up a boundary spell on the place Grace was being held inside.

She smiled though, making a frown appear on Esther’s face, it was much too late for that; her Familiar had made his way inside when their eyes and ears had been focused on Kol and Nova.

He would help and protect her until they could get inside.

Nova, tired of the wind making her long braids hit her in her face, broke the other woman’s concentration by setting the grass at her feet on fire, the wind only making the flames grow until it burned at Esther’s clothes.

Nova felt herself being pushed by an invisible source back and well, she’d give the older Witch credit were credit was due, her reaction time was perfect.

Nova didn’t move as the force kept her painfully writhing on the ground. She even smiled, baring her teeth happily as Esther came closer until she stood above her.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” Esther said, something like pity on her face.

“That’s funny, I was about to say the same thing.” Nova finally broke the forceful hold on her, and stood up quickly grabbing the older woman’s throat with telekinesis before she could move back another inch.

“Corporis potestatem claudere, virtus in medio eius claude,” she whispered the chant at first before growing louder and louder.

Poor Esther grabbed at her chest, searching for her powers now locked away inside her and let out a wail of pure frustration when she could feel it but couldn’t quite grasp at it.

It would come back eventually of course, couldn’t keep a Witch from her natural born gift for long. Which is why Nova was quick to move on to the next spell.

“Anima mea in sempiternum, erit abierunt,” Nova chanted, all but shouting, the words of the spell making Esther to look up at her with pure horror in her eyes.

She ignored the look and continued to wrap her Magic around the Soul in the body Esther was inhabiting until she felt her grip was strong enough to pull.

Nova flinched back at the noise of both Esther and Finn’s screams, but only watched somewhat impassively as the body seemed to glow from within until the light died and dropped to the ground. Empty.

She walked over the body and ran to the Mausoleum to find Grace, tears eyed and already at the boundary, the rope on her wrists chewed off by Merlin.

“N-nova?”

“Hey, Grace,” she said lightly, tapping at the boundary with her Magic until it broke like a hammer to glass. “Fancy seeing you here!”

Grace half laughed half sobbed at her terrible attempt at levity and dropped into her open arms, shaking like a leaf in the reincarnated girl’s arms.

Kol soon appeared by her side, his wounds still healing even as he offered Grace his blood to heal her many wounds.

“What did you do, to Mother?” Kol quietly asked, holding Grace to his chest as she fed from him.

“...don’t worry, all you need to know is that her spirit won’t ever haunt us or anyone else ever again,” she replied just as quietly, almost smiling as a look of wariness and fear spread across Kol’s face.

What? It was funny. She could only hope it served as a reminder to him that her threats of castration were very real if he ever chose to harm a hair on Grace’s head.

“Fuck I’m starving! Is anyone else hungry? I’m craving steak!”

[ai-katsuu]

Wonderland Ball (2/4)

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The door opened to a maid with a curious face on, “Is everything alright..oh! Miss Audrey, Where did everyone go? I heard something and everything started shaking.” 

“Isabella,” she said, “Um...yeah. Everyone just left.” 

“Pardon?” she asked, still confused. 

Audrey shook her hand, “Nevermind that, we’re spending Christmas Eve without them. So what should we do?” 

Deciding not to press on the matter Isabella asked, “This is your first Christmas here in Golden Goose is it not? Last year you all traveled.” 

Audrey nodded, “What do you guys usually do around here?” 

Isabella smiled “There’s a lovely festival organized by the townspeople! Food as a far as the eye can see, music, children getting presents, colorful lights and trees to decorate...oh my lady, you really must see it, it’s wonderful!”

Audrey thought for a bit before nodding, “That sounds amazing, Isabella. How about a change of location?”

Meanwhile on the far end of the Island the group had resurfaced to a large room. As the purple smoke cleared the group were in their original positions, just in a different setting. 

“Were we just transported here?” Merlin looked around. “Is everyone alright?” 

“Yeah,” Goldie said, fingers on her temples, “Just a little hazy..” 

“This interior looks like the Wonderland Palace.” Gretel said looking around 

“So the cat really did bring us all here.” Arthur said. 

“All our stuff seems to be here too.” Kio walked around. 

“Wait, where’s Audrey?” Jack looked around. The group indeed saw that all of them were here except for her. 

“Do you think she got left behind?” Gwen looked left and right. 

“That Cat was very particular in singling her out when he was greeting all of us.” Pino thought, “Do you think he left her behind on purpose?” 

Jack frowned at that response, to which Pino raised both his hands “I’m just saying that’s a possibility.” 

“The doors are locked too.” Briar shook the handles. 

“You must first change to your proper attire!” 

“Eep!”

Briar jumped back as soon as she saw a little white mouse appear from the keyhole. “Hurry! Quickly! Hastily! The ball is soon! Please change to your highness’ formal attire!” As soon as the mouse had left, thirteen closet doors had opened with their old gowns and uniforms that represented their Kingdom. They always had to wear those whenever there was an audience or social obligations. 

“Uh oh..” Peter frowned at his uniform. 

It took a bit but they were all able to fit in their outfits. The triplets had matching blue, yellow, and brown uniforms, as did Hans and Gretel with their green, yellow, and brown colors. Merlin’s donned blue as well as a red sash. Snow had blue, yellow, and red. Jack had blue, purple and brown. Arthur had red and orange, Goldie had blue white and yellow, and Peter’s was green and brown. Briar Rose’s dress was interesting as it often changed between pink and blue, depending on how you looked at it. 

“Wow, you look like Mama.” Hans looked at Gretel. She looked at him for a bit before looking at herself in the mirror, twirling occasionally, 

“Thanks, you look nothing like Papa.” 

Hans playfully rolled his eyes as she laughed. On the other end of the room stood Goldie helping Peter with his cuffs. “I don’t understand, what’s not to like? I love my dress, always have.” she said.

“Makes me feel stiff,” Peter told her. 

Jack usually looked for any excuse to bring out his uniform, but he wasn’t feeling it very much around this time. And the others could tell once they started making their way to the ballroom and he didn’t gawk at the jewels and roses they had on display.

An uptight looking man donned with a white suit stood beside them as a pair of twins held their hands on the knobs of the double doors. “Ah, finally! You know just because you’re the Island’s greatest heroes, that does not mean you get to be late! Time is of the essence!” the man scolded them. He took out a pocket watch and wiped his forehead, “You just barely made it..” he muttered.

“Get ready,” he quickly made his way to the door as one of the twins opened it for him. The F7 heard his loud voice through the doors.

“Here ye, here ye!” 

“Told him his voice was too loud.” one of the twins holding the door handles said.

“Honestly, never listens.” The other responded. 

The man's voice continued, “Announcing the arrival of Fairy Tale Island’s greatest and bravest heroes. Who suddenly disappeared but have now resurfaced. The princes who heroically protect this land from danger with their strength, prestigious backgrounds, and talents. The princes’ we have all been awaiting, The Fearless Seven!”

“Let’s go, boys.” Merlin told them.

The twins had opened the door on cue, and as if they were used to this, the F7 had walked in the ballroom with an overwhelming amount of presence. Their perfect formation and aura as a group lived up to their reputation. And the fact that they have been gone for years only made their entrance bigger, as this was their first formal reappearance.

“Prince Arthur, Prince Hansel, Prince Kio, Prince Noki, Prince Pino, Prince Jack, and their leader, Prince Merlin!”

 Familiar faces to them were around the room, faces they had only seen occasionally but knew each other from previous balls. Faces that were now in awe, some princes and princesses looking at them with lovestruck gazes, some that were much too happy with their reappearance, and others who couldn’t believe they were in the same room as them. 

And although they knew better now, they would be lying if they said they didn’t miss this just a little bit. 

Once they had reached the altar, they knelt on one knee, put their right hand on their chests, and bowed their heads in perfect synchronization to the woman sitting on the throne. 

“Queen Alice, it is an honor to be here. You have my gratitude for extending the invitation to us.” Merlin said with his head down.

Her Majesty warmly smiled, “Nonsense, it is my honor to have you here at my party. I’m glad Cheshire convinced you all to be here, I wasn’t sure if he’d be successful!” she lightly laughed. To her right was the gentleman Chesire Cat who only grinned at her, and to her left was the person who everyone knew to be the Mad Hatter, who rolled his eyes at the man. “Please, raise your heads.” Alice told them. 

They did as she said and stood up from her throne. “Everyone! Please join me in giving a warm round of applause to our Island’s greatest heroes. The Fearless Seven!” 

After the formalities were over, the F7 had made their way back to their friends. “Wow, some introduction they gave you guys.” Gretel rolled her eyes. 

“Oh don’t be jealous, Gret.” Hans handed her a drink.

“I’m not jealous.” she frowned at him.

“She is, she looks at me the same way whenever I finish repairing something faster than her.” Pino laughed.

“Gretel? I’ve missed you!” a woman with the longest braid they had seen walked up to them. 

“Rapunzel? Wow, it’s been so long.” Gretel greeted her former neighbor. 

“Aw Hans look at you!” Rapunzel cooed at the ginger haired boy who sheepishly rubbed the back of his hair, “You’re so big now! I remember when me and your sister used to dress you up in my old clothes when you were a baby. We used to put all sorts of accessories on him,” she then suddenly remembered, “We called him Princess Hannah!” 

Gretel gasped and grinned at her brother, “Oh my god, Princess Hannah. I forgot about that!” Hans’ smile had only morphed in disapproval when he heard the name. Briar Rose listened in to the conversation, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Wait is this why I get scared when I smell freshly made leather bracelets? And why I hate the sounds of corsets? Gretel that caused me trauma.” he told her.

She scoffed, “Yeah, you're the one who has PTSD between the both of us.” to which Hans frowned at, “Kidding, kidding,” she told him, “So are you here with anyone Raps?” 

“Yeah, my cousins are here. The Snow Queen and her sister.” she gestured to the other side of the room.

“Look at all the royalty here,” Jack said in awe, “I almost forgot what it feels like.” 

Arthur took a sip of the champagne, “Ten o’clock. Snow Queen is approaching you.” 

“Hm?” 

Jack looked towards the woman with the white gown who curtsied in front of him, “Prince Jack, a pleasure to see you.” 

Jack returned the gesture by kissing her hand, “Your Majesty, I am honored by your presence.” 

She smiled and averted her gaze slightly, “Forgive me for being so blunt, but I want to ask, have you met a man that goes by Jack Frost?”

Jack humored her by rolling his eyes, “I want to tell you I haven’t, Your Majesty. Unfortunately the opposite is true.” 

The Snow Queen let out a giggle as her eyes began to quite literally sparkle with tiny snowflakes, “Do you see him often? What is he like? Oh! Does he do that thing where he balances on his staff then pretends to fall, only to surprise you from behind?” 

“I would be mortified if he ever did that to me. Do you know him?” he asked her.

“A little,” she bashfully tucked her long white hair behind her ear. It was a sight for Jack and Arthur as they had always expected the Snow Queen to be serious and formal. “He comes by my castle sometimes, and oh, we have the loveliest conversations but they’re always cut so short.” 

“If I may be so bold, Your Majesty, I’d say you fancy the lad.” Arthur smiled. 

“Fancy? Me?” At Arthur’s suggestion she laughed and accidentally froze his drink with her hands, “Oh, sorry. But I don’t know what you're talking about, Prince Arthur. What a silly imagination you have. Excuse me.” she bowed smiling. But not soon before she mumbled to Jack, “Please mention me next time? Thank you, Your Highness.” and she ran off to her sister.

“I wanted to tell her ‘run away’.” Jack sipped his drink. 

“Arthur!” Merlin called out from behind, “You remember these buffoons don’t you?”

“Shut it, Merlin. I’ll throw you off the balcony again.” Edmund laughed as he gently pushed the wizard. 

“Arthur! You’ve gained weight!” Peter punched his chest, “Oof, nevermind.” 

Arthur laughed and pulled him in for hugs, “Oh I’ve missed you jackasses too.”  

“Hello, Prince Arthur,” two ladies stood beside Merlin. 

Susan smiled, “You and Merlin are still getting along well, I’m glad.” 

“We caught up with Gwen earlier, I’m so happy for you two!” Lucy beamed.

“Ah, meeting the two fairest ladies in all of Narnia, and now their brave and heroic sisters Susan and Lucy. Seeing all four of you brings tears to my eyes.” Arthur dramatically said, followed up by an angry Peter and Edmund trying to bring him down. 

“Well look at that. I’m not surprised to see Arthur being beaten up by a bunch of princes at a ball.” Goldie noted. 

Peter Pan laughed, “I’ll say, it wouldn’t be a shock if he got kicked out early by destroying Queen Alice’s tea set.” 

The triplets let out a loud laughter and spilled their drinks on the carpeted floor. 

“Boys, I am quite disappointed.”

The familiar voice that reached the triplets' ears immediately made them stand up straight as they quickly removed their hats. 

“Honestly, making a scene like that. Your father was right to send me here.” a man in a black coat and blue top hat held his head high as he examined the boys one by one. “Good posture, clear skin...oh your hair is a mess, Kio.” he rubbed Kio’s blind hair with his hands. “Mind your manners, boys.” 

“Yes, Jiminy...” they let out a dragged response to which Jiminy eyed them and they said a clearer response, “Yes, Jiminy, sir.”

“Good, I suppose these are your beloveds, Noki and Kio.” he looked at the pair, “Princess Goldilocks and Peter Pan.” 

“Oh thank god you got my name right.” Peter sighed in relief.

“I hope my boys have been treating you well. I did not raise them to act otherwise. Thank you for blessing them with your affections” 

Noki and Kio flushed a bright red when they heard that, “C’mon, Jiminy. Stop that, nobody says that anymore!” Noki frowned at him. 

“Afraid I’m embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend, Noki?” he raised his eyebrows and proceeded to whisper to Goldie, “When he was younger he had problems wetting the bed at night. Use that information however you please.” to which she let out a laugh. 

“Oh I will definitely use that as ammunition.” she told him. 

“Have you met Gretel, Jiminy?” Pino asked. 

“Oh, red hair, glasses? I met her earlier along with Princess Snow White. Lovely woman, polite manners, well done.” Jiminy responded, “If I’m not mistaken that's her and Princess Rapunzel chasing Prince Hansel, am I right?” 

Pino raised eyebrows before putting his hat back on, “Should probably see what that's about…” and ran off.   

[gold-from-straw]

Fanfic ask game

I was tagged AGES ago by @stardustloki and then got distracted!! So here it is lol! I think I might fill this in for original fic for my blog on Wednesday too ^_^

At what age did you start writing fanfiction? Actually, I only learned it was a THING in 2017 (I was 32)!! I stumbled on AO3 by accident and fell in love, and immediately started writing about Loki haha! 

However, when I was 12 or so I did start writing a story about the brothers in the Willard Price books - they were written in the 50s, about two boys who went around the world capturing animals for zoos, and were surprisingly accurate... I probably still have that story. I was Roger’s twin sister in the story, and I think the big brother Hal got shot. It was very angst. I have no idea how it was meant to end lmao!

Who is your favorite author?

Aahhh this is pretty hard! I think Alice Oseman (@chronicintrovert), Radio Silence is possibly my favourite book ever, but I’ve also always loved Kate Atkinson (though she’s very dark) and Dorothy Koomson... and Terry Pratchett obviously! And also Haruki Murakami... I understand literally nothing he writes, but I love it anyway, he just does these THINGS with language and I drift away in bliss!

My favourite fanfic author... oh god, how do I choose?? @ikeracity - I would probably read everything they write, especially Cherik! And STARSdidathing for Frostiron mutual pining! And shiiit so many Drarry writers... @llendrinall definitely!! Their HP universe is mind blowing!! And Saras_girl! I got a non-fandom person into fanfic by sending their sliding doors AU to her, she STILL talks about it!

Favorite type of scene to write?

Aaaaannnggsssttttt. I love writing angst and hurt/comfort, particularly really self-indulgent hurt/comfort. I use writing as part of my therapy, and I find it particularly helpful to write someone going through things I’ve experienced, and then having a person give them what they need. It makes me feel like I’ve received that help too.

What is your favorite fanfic?

Oh god... OK, I can’t choose just one, as you’ve probably been able to tell from before lol! So here’s a bunch! Erik Lehnsherr’s Guide To Saving The Universe by Madneto and Pangea - basically the Fifth Element AU where Charles is Leeloo but NOT Born Sexy Yesterday. Been There, Done That by AsYouWish (a time loop of X-Men First Class). Veiled Truths by @ikeracity is VERY close to my heart but PLEASE check the tags first. Turn, by Saras_Girl (The Drarry fic I sent to my non-fandom friend). Life Skills Outside the Curriculum by @llendrinall - that one with the BEST alternative magic basically invented by street-kid Harry. And Like The Cycle Of The Year... by @katherynefromphilly - it’s commonly accepted as Merlin season 6, it just IS. Fractals of a Criminal Mind by STARSdidathing (or really anything by STARS tbh...). The Housemates Series by @coneycat - a crossover of Thor 1 and Being Human, which is the first thing I remember absolutely LOVING on AO3 (I still re-read it) And THIS!! Few Experience (What You Really Are) by @flightinflame is a WIP but I’m lucky enough to have read ahead and HOLY COW GUYS BOOKMARK THIS!! It’s got Charles being all BAMF and dark (or is he...?) and Erik... Erik is brilliant and so brave and his past is revealed so organically, it’s WONDERFUL!

What tags do you avoid like the plague?

I am very careful with self-harm, and especially with anything about CSA, non-con, incest and underage

What AU do you wish to write but feel like you won’t manage?

I’d LOVE to see something that was prompted on the Cherik discord, where the guys from Umbrella Academy end up in the Xavier school when they time travel to the Vietnam war era, where Charles is sinking into depression, and decide ‘hey, you’re our new dad!’ I don’t know the Umbrella Academy NEARLY well enough but I would LOVE to read that!

What has been your favorite story to write so far?

I actually don’t know!! I am very attached to all of my stories lol! There are some I’ve found difficult to write, others I put too much of myself in for them to be enjoyable (writing therapy lol) and a few that I wrote almost obsessively trying to spill all the words out in one go! But I think the one I had a load of FUN with the universe and creating the magic system was Spectres, where Loki is a mythical creature a bit like something Miyazaki would put in his films (that was the aesthetic I was going for) and Tony was a monk who is officially there to fight him, but actually just flirts a lot. Then Peter (Tony’s apprentice) goes missing, and Loki helps get him back. I just wrote that thinking ‘I have NO IDEA where all this insanity is coming from but I will ride the heck out of this wave!’ It was fun!

Do you prefer to write one-shots or multi-chapters? Why?

Multi-chapters, definitely - I like coming up with plot, breaking my characters, and fixing them again to make them happier than they were before (and would be in canon!)

What is your favorite kind of comment?

God, any of them!! I have someone who writes <3 on my fics, on whatever chapter they read, and I am very fond of them! Some people write me an entire LITERARY CRITIQUE of my story and I feel very unworthy of such hard work and attention (that was @amordantia - it was an essay. I would have printed it out and kept it in my diary if my printer wasn’t utterly useless). I had someone recently write ‘what the fuck?? This has no right to be as good as it is!’ on a crackfic, and that just made me laugh so hard. Oh, and someone once wrote ‘I’ve never heard of this TV series but I’ll read everything you write because I know it’s worth it’ and I just... wanted to bow down and worship them.

Why did you start writing fanfiction? Why are you still writing it?

...I really wanted to. That’s basically it? I have been writing original fic for years, and I’d already self-published my first book by the time I found out about fanfic, I think (or else those two things were very close together), so writing fanfic was just... I really wanted to. I had plot bunnies. I still write it for that reason now, only I’m massively incentivised by the actual HEROIN that is comments and kudos?!?! It’s THE BEST feeling ever to have people read your work and enjoy it ;_;

I’ve tagged a LOAD of people in the body of this! If it’s your thing, have a go! If you’re reading this as you scroll past, consider that I’m tagging you too! Fly, my pretties...

[cowplant-pizza]

500 Followers Gift!

This time, I wanted to do something a little different than decorating an apartment, so I decided to create a whopping 40 Cats and Dogs for you guys to Adopt! They range from all ages, sizes and personalities! 

You can find each and everyone one of them on my Origin: boeybum. Or, you can download their Tray files from SimFileShare (no adfly) below, linked to their names. 

CC USED: Default Eyes!

If you would like a larger picture, a longer description or to see a kitten/puppy as an adult, please send me an ask! Any questions are welcome!

Please tell me if any links are broken!

So please, if you’re interested in adopting one of these fuzzy friends pictured above, click Keep Reading to find out more about them all! (I apologise for the long post for those of you on mobile. This has been tagged as #long post if you’d like to hide it!)

Welcome to the grand opening of Cowplant-Pizza Adoption Centre! Here are our current residents profiles! (in order, left -> right)

Cats: Kittens:

Nougat - Talkative, Skittish, Fluffy - Mixed Breed

A little bundle of joy for your families! Nougat came to us a few weeks ago, alone and scared. She is very skittish and nervous of new people, but has shown a huge amount of affection once she gets comfortable with you. I recommend Nougat being the only Pet in the family until she regains her confidence! 

Taco - Playful, Spoilt, Frisky - British Shorthair

This little dude is full of life! He is extremely playful and is always finding things to chase. He loves to run and hide, jump and climb. He might be a little bit of a handful, but Taco is a lovely addition to any family. 

Lulu - Affectionate, Playful, Skittish - Mixed Breed

Lulu is a tiny little bundle of love. She wants constant cuddles and is always in the mood to play. She came to us through unfortunate circumstances, leaving her jumpy and nervous to loud noises and other cats. I recommend her being the only cat in the family.

Kia - Skittish, Curious, Frisky - Mixed Breed

Kia was the runt of a litter, so is very skittish when it comes to meeting new people. She dislikes being around peoples feet, so likes to sit up high (often on the fridge!) so she can watch the world go by from a safe spot! She loves to chase mice and investigate new smells.

Mr. Wiggles - Clever, Playful, Affectionate - Mixed Breed

Mr. Wiggles is the embodiment of your dream kitten. He is full of cuddles, play times and even learning tricks! He loves to learn new things, and will be your best friend for life. Be careful where you step, because he’ll always be somewhere close by!

Princess - Affectionate, Spoilt, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Princess acquired her name for a very good reason, because she acts like royalty. Don’t expect her to do anything you tell her to, because she wont! However, just because she’s a bit of a suborn kitty, doesn’t mean she has any less love to give.

Mojo - Glutton, Fluffy, Curious - Mixed Breed

Mojo is a big ball of fluffy cuddles. He loves nothing more than eating! After a big meal, he’ll curl up in your lap for a long nap. But not before long, he’ll either be off investigating a mouse hole, or begging for another bowl of food!

Luna - Clever, Playful, Prowler - Mixed Breed

Luna is a beautiful kitten with shining green eyes, however, she might not sit still long enough for you to admire her! She is a pocket rocket who loves to run, pounce, chase, catch and climb. 

Dakota - Affectionate, Friendly, Playful - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of love and cuddles, Dakota is the perfect addition to any household, and a best friend for life. Make sure to get plenty of toys, because she will need them to keep occupied when she finally decides to stop pestering you for cuddles.

Adults: 

Tom - Affectionate, Fluffy, Lazy - Mixed Breed 

Tom has been in our care since he was a kitten due to his unusual looks and short tail. However, if you can look past his goofy crossed eyes, he is a best friend to anyone. He’s just waiting for the right person to come along and look past his features and to look into his heart.

Disco - Mischievous, Prowler, Aloof - Mixed Breed

Disco was found a few months ago hunting through our bins behind the shelter. We immediately fell in love with his unusual coat colours. We later found that he has traces of Raccoon in him! Who knows what his mother was up to! He is a very mischievous boy, who is always getting into trouble. But who could stay mad at that face? Not us!

Cinnamon - Spoilt, Lazy, Territorial - Mixed Breed

Cinnamon is definitely the Queen of the shelter. She is always bossing the other cats about, and even sometimes the staff! She loves long naps by the fire while being brushed or stroked. 

Buzz - Aloof, Clever, Mischievous - Sphynx

Buzz is a little troublemaker. He’s always up to something! But don’t take this little bundle of joy as an idiot, because Buzz is the cleverest cat you will ever meet! And in between his plans to take over the world, there’s of course always time for a nap with his mum/dad. 

Precious - Mischievous, Playful, Affectionate - Sphynx

Poor Precious came to us in a terrible state, and has been left sadly blinded through neglect. However she does not let this get to her, and is still on her way to being the criminal mastermind she has always dreamed of being!

Bobby - Fluffy, Lazy, Aloof - Siberian

Bobby is a fat, fluffy, lazy cat. You’ll often find him curled up in places where he really shouldn’t be, eg. washing baskets, beds, your favourite chair. But his favourite place of all is next to you.

Elders: 

Magnus - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - Mixed Breed

Magnus is an old chap who was found alone in a back garden. We are unsure of his history, but we can confidently say that he might be the friendliest stray ever if he has been alone his whole life. 

Duchess - Affectionate, Friendly, Lazy - American Shorthair

Duchess is a beautiful cat left to our care after her owner sadly passed away last month. She is very lonely now, and has so much more love to give. Could you give this girl a home for the last few years of her life?

Dyno - Territorial, Prowler, Mischievous - Bombay Cat

Dyno is a grumpy old man in cat form. He hates younger cats and is very protective of his family and home. He loves to hunt birds and mice, and often seems a lot like a kitten. 

Dogs: Puppies:

Cludo - Glutton, Playful, Hairy - Mixed Breed

This little chap is full of energy and full of food! We have never known a puppy eat so much and then want to play for hours straight afterwards. Cludo is very fluffy and loves a good snuggle.

Merlin - Playful, Hunter, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Merlin is one of those puppies that never sit still! He needs a very active household to take him on many adventurous and to many interesting places. He’s very eager to get out there and to meet the world with his companion! 

Kodey - Adventurous, Active, Loyal - Mixed Breed

Kodey is a funny looking boy with a goofy personality. Perfect for an active owner, Kodey loves long walks and jogs through the forest, fields and beach! But don’t worry, he’ll never run off far, as Kodey will be by your side forever. 

Paris - Clever, Friendly, Hunter - Mixed Breed

A tiny ball of fur and cuddles, Paris is a loving dog looking for a loving home. She is always looking for hugs, kisses and play. She learns tricks very fast and will even go out hunting for you! 

Speckles and Zoey - Active, Jumpy, Friendly. Clever, Playful, Adventurous - Mixed Breed

Speckles and Zoey come as a pair. Twin puppies who were brought to us after an unwanted pregnancy. Speckles is very shy, but has lots of love to give. His confidence definitely shines when around his sister Zoey, who loves to play and run! These two are like chalk and cheese, but they are two peas in a pod.

King - Loyal, Couch Potato, Hairy - Tibetan Mastif

King is the biggest and goofiest puppy you will ever see. He is loving and loyal. However this might become a problem if he continues to think he’s a puppy and tries to lie on your lap every night... 

Adults:

Maddie - Glutton, Playful, Sleuth - Great Pyrenees

Maddie is a huge bundle of love and joy fit for any family. She will smother you (literally) in love and play. But make sure to keep a bowl of food down at all times, because being that big means you have a big appetite! 

Sadie - Clever, Playful, Hairy - Poodle

This girl is the most fashionable Poodle ever. Fit for a well dressed (or not) family, Sadie will bring you years of fun. Be sure to make use of her very clever mind too! This girl might win you a competition or a few! 

Daisy - Playful, Stubborn, Vocal - Havanese

This tiny bundle of fun is quite the handful! I recommend an experienced owner in re homing Daisy. Once you have gotten used to her stubborn attitude, she’ll be your best friend. 

Rosie - Loyal, Couch Potato, Glutton - Rottweiler

Rosie is a big, floppy doggy, who will love you more than anything. Well, maybe she loves naps a little bit more. Hmmm, or maybe her food... But she’s definitely full of love! 

Penny - Clever, Loyal, Aggressive - Poodle

Penny has had a very troubled past, so needs to be the only pet in this family. She has a huge amount of love to give, but is very hesitant with strangers. She needs a lot of support and encouragement. 

Boomer - Couch Potato, Glutton, Hunter - Mixed Breed

Boomer is another one of our blind residents. But don’t let that put you off this goofy bundle of love. His favourite thing in the world is to curl up with you after a long days hunting and eating, and eating some more.

Lilly - Glutton, Troublemaker, Vocal - Lhasa Aspo

Lilly might look small and cute, but she is definitely a lady who can stick up for herself! She loves to get up to no good when your backs turned (normally burring her head into the dog food bag!) And she’ll be certain to let you know when she’s hungry! 

Gunner - Hairy, Active, Independant - Labradoodle

Gunner is a very active boy who needs a family to take him on lots of long walks in new and interesting places. He doesn’t need much love and cuddles, but still appreciates them non the less! 

Spot - Friendly, Active, Stubborn - English Setter

Spot is another one of our dogs that has a lot of energy and needs lots of walks. Expect him to greet everyone he meets with a friendly lick and nudge of the nose. He loves attention, but isn’t too receptive to learning tricks. 

Astrid - Clever, Vocal, Loyal - German Shepherd

An unusually coloured German Shepherd, Astrid makes it known that she is one special lady. She’s extremely clever and will make a brilliant companion to anyone willing to give her the time of day.

Elders:

Joey - Clever, Couch Potato, Loyal - Giant Schnauzer

Joey is an old boy. He has arrived at the Shelter due to his life time best friend passing away. He is full of love, but very lonely here. He obviously misses his owner very much, and we just can't possibly fill that hole. If you have space for a big furry bundle of joy in your life, please consider adopting an older dog. Joey would love a companion to love him for the rest of his days!

Balto - Active, Jumpy, Friendly - Mixed Breed

Balto, an old sledging dog, is looking for a family to spend his final years with, winding down after a life of activity and fun. Don’t let his old age fool you though, as this old guy still needs plenty of play and walks! 

Sasha - Friendly, Couch Potato, Sleuth - Schnoodle

A Queen in her past life, Sasha loves nothing more than to be pampered by a nice warm fire, curled up next to you with the TV on in the background. This old girl doesn’t let age slow her down, and is still desperate to learn everything she can about the world before Grim comes to take her away! 

[swoodthis]

50 Headcanons: the Happy Mask Salesman

1. The Happy Mask Salesman is benevolent. This one comes first, for obvious reasons. 2. He is the last living Ancient One. 3. The Ancient Ones were not always an empire of magically-genetically-engineered people, but they were demonized for the actions of their last few kings. 4. Majora was their greatest and most terrible emperor. 5. The Ancients had a rigid caste system of 3 groups of 13 subcastes. Ironically, the Salesman is of the 23rd caste, son of a household servant and a scribal clerk. 6. The Salesman took the soul mask of Terminus, Termina's equivalent to Hylia, from the temple as the Imperial City was being destroyed by the Forces of Light to try to save his dying sister and his playground friends. So he's Termina's Zelda as well as Termina's Link. 7. The Clock Tower is sacred to Terminus. It was also built by pre-imperial Ancient Ones, but that tends to be glossed over in favor of jingoism. 8. The Salesman was ten when he became the avatar of Terminus, and never aged. His true form... is a child. This is why he can traverse the Lost Woods so easily. 9. ...Except when he got nearly killed by Light spirits due to the warping timelines in OoT. And Majora's Mask's warded box's wards started to fail. He was trying to renew the wards when a Skull Kid showed up... and due to Majora's influence the rest is history. 10. The Salesman took Majora's Mask in the first place because the post-imperial and defected Ancients sealed it inside a warded tomb. When the Ancients were wiped out, the wards could not be maintained properly, and our tiny wizard took it upon himself to take the Mask to try to find a way to destroy it. Imagine if Frodo had no idea what Mount Doom looked like, where it would be, or if there even WAS a Mount Doom in the first place... 11. The Salesman rescues Link when he runs out of time. 12. The Salesman met Mynos when Mynos was nine. He had escaped from Fierce Deity cultists and was half-starved, injured, and had stumbled into Kakariko Village, where little Mynos convinced his family to take care of him. They've been friends ever since. 13. The Salesman as you see him is about 40% clothes. 14. Like all Ancient Ones, the HMS has vaguely feline behavioral qualities, but while Majora is reminiscent of a snarling, psychotic tiger, the Salesman is more of a playful, cuddly little kitty. 15. The Salesman went to the astral realm of Koholint to get his current form. 16. And he also had his name erased. Like a cross between the reasons of L and the Doctor. 17. Speaking of whom, the Salesman is a friend of multiple Doctors. Occasionally the Happy Mask Shop is covered with TARDISes. 18. The HMS lives in Smashville, thanks to Master Hand and Crazy Hand. 19. Much like in ancient Rome, it was a capital offense for anyone not of the upper castes to wear purple. Having your culture overthrown has its upsides if you have an illegal favorite color. 20. The HMS collects anything old/historic/magic/cool/shiny... Though, granted, destruction of art and history has been a very real problem for him, so... 21. The HMS has a mechanical horse. His name is Brass. 22. The Salesman loves eating anything sweet... or weird. I mean, what else do you do with all that leftover demon flesh when you're out hunting? Mmm, sinfully delicious. 23. He does this so much that he wrote a wizard cookbook called Chicken Soul for the Soup. 24. In case you haven't noticed, the Salesman is a bit crazy. 25. His glitchy movements are an illusion put in place around himself so he can have a head start against anything trying to kill him. 26. The Salesman is asexual and aromantic. 27. He named his giant piano Elouise. 28. He is the trolling champion of the multiverse. 29. He taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Victorian-era Hogwarts under the name Hieronymous Nemo. 30. His infamous, often-creepypasta-ized temper is only present with too much stress or not enough sleep/cake. But the Salesman will often go for long periods of time without sleep... 31. As a result, there is a "Designated Defenestration Area" next to his shop. It's so nobody gets hit when he throws a jammed blender out the window. He also has some very Mythbusters-worthy methods for appliance vengeance. 32. The Salesman is actually good friends with the Skull Kid, much to the Skull Kid's surprise. 33. The Salesman's ears move a lot. 34. He makes 'dad jokes' that are actually funny. 35. People will often go to the Happy Mask Shop with grave misconceptions about magic and paranormal hunting, and end up telling the Salesman that what he does is blasphemous. After a bit of awesome you-got-rekt comebacks after his science-magic explanations, they leave, and are sent on their way with "Have a nice day, hail, Satan!" See headcanon 28. 36. The Salesman loves memes, Youtube Poop videos, and other things such as Gifs With Sound. 37. His taste in music is very eclectic, and he surprisingly likes crazy rave music, a few rap artists and he LOVES heavy metal. He will often jump around blaring Judas Priest like a caricature of an 80's teenager. 38. Watching a horror movie with the Salesman quickly turns into an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000. He will point out stupid things and mosconceptions, and once you've heard his witty commentary, you can never take the movie seriously again. The same goes for badly-done action, drama, and romance. 39. The Salesman is quite talkative usually, often going off on weird, magic/history/trivia-related tangents. 40. The Salesman can sometimes be seen having tea with the Lutece twins (Bioshock Infinite) and the G-man (Half-Life 2) 41. The Salesman will act as a protective mentor or father figure to anyone younger than him... which is to say, everyone. 42. There is a scale of Salesman laughter, from 'vaguely amused' to 'maniacally cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West on speed'. 43. He would be voiced by Richard Horvitz. 44. The Salesman's collar thing is actually an adamantine gorget. 45. The Salesman will often discuss morbid or esoteric topics hilariously casually. 46. He has been writing to Akira Himekawa, writer of the Majora's Mask manga, and Jadusable, writer of the BEN Drowned creepypasta for years asking for a formal apology. 47. 'Fetish' originally meant a magical object or totem of some kind. This means that Link and others had to give the Salesman the "gay means homosexual now, grandma" talk. 48. The Salesman's basement looks like Merlin, a witch doctor, Sherlock Holmes, a steampunk inventor, Leonardo da Vinci, and Willy Wonka decided to pool together all of their worldly possessions. 49. Magical beings like genies, familiars, and fairies will use the Happy Mask Shop as an employment agency. 50. The Salesman will often push himself too far. When he's hurt or tired, he tries to protest at friends helping him to try to reassure them... but inside he LOVES being hugged, cuddled, and generally cared for. Awwww!