#Ramshackle maroon

[tonymilei]

Still waiting for @zeddyzi to release new content on her web comic, because I haven’t seen Tre, Maroon, Avrille or Ditch appear in the comic yet so I might as well draw them as fanart for fun^^! I gotta say, I enjoy drawing all these Ramshackle characters on my tablet. And well as you can see, Maroon was getting a bit too drunk, she not only missed Avrille but she was being honest to a point that she admit everything to Tre and even got into an argument with him.

[zeddyzi]

Gunna post this old drawing of maroon bc i like it

[koralshkeecuje]

Anyways Ramshackle when?

I've been folowwing @zeddyzi for quite some time now and I am beyond excited for her project! I love her characters so I decided to draw a few of my faves. Go follow her! ❤️

And a bonus with my characters, Mason and Scott:

(sorry for bad quality of photos)

[themadearl]

“Life would be easier if it were a game.”

Note: Affection bars are a must have in every game with a relationship increasing aspect. I wanted to go for a more a fluffy feeling but it turned darker than I though. Warning for obsessive behavior & unhealthy relationship behavior.

Twisted Wonderland but with Affection Bars

Yuu was pretty sure she didn’t ingest any sort of food or drink with hallucinogenic properties

So, what are those bars above the head of Grim, Ace and Deuce?

Grim had a half filled bar and a number ‘50%’ on top of the bar with a pink tint

Deuce’s bar was filled more than Grim with a number ‘67%’ on top and colored a reddish pink 

Ace had the most filled bar and the highest number of ‘71%’ which is colored a light red

The resemblance to the romance games Yuu played back in her world was uncanny

“If you keep spacing out, we’re gonna be late for class!”, says Ace who breaks Yuu out of her thoughts

Walking through the hallways, Yuu continues to spot more students with bars above their heads but most of them only have a number of 0 to 7

Kalim runs through the hallway with Jamil chasing after him and Yuu only catches a ‘60%’ 

So, numbers = level of relationship?

Anyhow, this new development only serves to clog up Yuu’s view with no other benefits

And Yuu thought it would be just that, a tool that measures the intimacy of one’s relationship and puts it into a number

Deuce and Ace’s bar continued to fill and fill, the increasing redness of the numbers becomes unnerving

Ace started getting annoyed when other students talked to Yuu 

Yuu had to stop Deuce from punching a student for accidentally bumping into her

They weren’t the only ones to have their bar to continue to fill

Jack became more clingy and hanged around Yuu every moment he could while Epel kept sending more and more items from his village to Yuu

The most obvious change was Sebek who started hanging around Yuu and blushing from looking at her

It was a wonder that they haven’t started fighting with each other over Yuu

“You’re so adorable that I can just eat you up, shrimpy♡~ ”

“I’d prefer to keep you in a case so I can see you everyday, Yuu.”

Yuu would like to thank the Leech twins for their incredibly unnerving words

Bouquets of roses on her doorstep, high quality chocolates slipped into her bag and numerous gift boxes sent to the ramshackle dorm

Yuu tries her hardest to contain her feelings when she finds out the price of the accessories she receives from Leona 

Kalim wanted to join in on the expensive accessory train but is thankfully stopped by Jamil, who in turn gives Yuu a silk scarf 

Yuu has a funny feeling on why Jamil stops Kalim

The atmosphere around Yuu becomes even more intense as some of the students hit the number ‘90%’

The redness from before becomes a dark maroon

“If there’s anything you want, I’ll do anything to get it for you.”

Malleus shows up during the night at ramshackle dorm with an intense promise and even more intense eyes

“I want you to look at me and only me.”

Yuu bolts the moment she hears Vil whisper such words into her ears

How could things spiral so far from her usual life?

What’s gonna happen from now on?

“Yuu! Where did you go?”

Ace and Deuce runs over to where Yuu is as Yuu stops when she notices their voice

Yuu feels awfully cold even though the season was still autumn

The only thing she sees is the black ‘100%’ above their head

[merotwst]

Can I request scarf with "Here, have my scarf instead" with Kalim x reader? For the christmas event <3

'TIS THE DAMN SEASON !

‹ merotwst's christmas and 250 followers event ›

[ ⇝scarf ; “here, have my scarf instead.” ft. kalim al-asim ]

{ n: not proofread, wonky. im having a lil writer's block so apologies if it's short but i hope u like it, anon! ty for requesting!!!! }

the snowfall was heavy and it seemed like a snowstorm was approaching. you didn't like snowstorms. you were sure your boots were going to be buried under a thick layer of white by the end of the class eliciting a heavy sigh from you. if only ramshackle was in one of the mirror dorms, you wouldn't need to worry too much about the cold and getting snowed on. grim hated the wet cold as much as you did and it sucks that you have to walk all the way back with him grumbling about every single irritation you so desperately wanted to voice out but didn't in hopes that your situation wouldn't sound sadder than it already was.

it was just one foot after another, grim tucked cozily between your arms as you walked. you were right about calves deep in the snow and as the flecks of white continue to fall on you, a tiny fraction of them found their way tangled on your hair. grim kept whining.

“hurry up! can't you walk a little faster? i'm freezing here.” he said and you roll your eyes with irritation, resisting the urge to hurl him across the street to that tree with icicles sharp enough to pierce through monster cat fur.

“you think i'm not?” you retort, “plus, i'm the one doing all the walking here. it's not exactly easy to navigate through this thick snow, i'm not the flash.”

a small, cool breeze passes by and you shivered. that's when you realize your neck was cold.

“fuck,” you cursed under your breath a gloved hand instinctively finding its way to your neck, “left my scarf in the classroom.” you turn to look back at the school building standing over at the distance almost looking like a castle. you were already so far from it that it would be a pain to walk all the way back. you groaned. just your luck. could this day get any worse? well, at least the day was ending.

as you stood, looking over at the nrc school building, you heard the crunching of boots against the thick snow coming up from behind you. you turn to be greeted by the loveliest ball of sunshine amidst the gloomy weather. his smile almost seemed to melt the surrounding snow as he approached you. a definite contrast to you and your slightly grouchy mood.

“prefect!” he called out, jogging up to you. he donned a thick layer of winter clothes. he always did say he got cold easily during the winter season. but that was to be expected since they didn't exactly have cold seasons at the scalding sands.

“hey, kalim.” you greet him with a soft smile of your own. he looked like a happy maroon marshmallow in his winter clothes. his scarf reached just above his lips but you can still see his smile through it all.

adjusting himself in his position, grim spoke up, “where are you headed to?” he then proceeded to point at the paper bags on his arms seeming to be filled with cans and other groceries you can only assume will be used for another scarabia feast of sorts. “and what's with all that?”

kalim looked over to where your monster companion's outstretched paw was pointed at and he beamed, “we're going to have a dinner party! i volunteered to go buy some extra ingredients from the store and i'm on my way back.” the housewarden beamed, “you guys should come!”

“say no m—mmph!”

“thank you for the offer, kalim,” you spoke with a gentle voice and a not-so-gentle hand over grim's fuzzy mouth, “but we'd rather not impose. besides i'm making dinner tonight. it might not be as fancy as a scarabian feast, but it'll be enough to get us full.”

at this point, grim had managed to pry your hands off his mouth and he let out an angry noise, “it's a feast! what are you talking about?! there's more food there!”

“shut up, grim or i'll hurl your greedy ass over to those icicles.”

“can i come?”

your bickering temporarily came to a halt as you and grim both simultaneously whipped your heads to look at the boy who, at this point, had a thin layer of snow on his head and shoulders. kalim realized that you didn't seem to understand what he meant so he backtracked, “i mean, can i come to have dinner with you guys? the snowfall is getting kind of thick and it looks like it's about to storm and i'm sure jamil wouldn't want me walking around in one and...”

a pause, his cheeks getting redder and not just from the cold.

“well, i want to have a christmas dinner with the prefect. hehe,” he smiled shyly but then immediately his eyes shot open again, “ah! but only if you want to, of course! i wouldn't want to intrude. i just want to try your cooking! i promise i'll help out! you see with christmas break nearing, everyone's going home and i j—”

“of course, kalim. you're welcome to have dinner with us. what about scarabia's party, though?”

“i'll just call jamil to have it without me! i wanna spend this night with you.”

you silently pray for jamil's sanity.

“if you say so. and you're right,” you look up at the sky, that was darkening by the minute, “a storm seems to be coming. we'd better take shelter so let's head back to my dorm.” you said as you started to walk. kalim's smile was bright, “thank you! i promise i'll help out with the cooking. jamil never lets me help him out.”

“i wonder why.”

“ahaha! he's just worried i might accidentally cut myself or something. he's always such a worrywart,” he looked over at you, “but i promise i'll be really careful with you.” he said with a small wink which made you blush a little. lilia or cater probably taught him that and you let out a small laugh in response, “oh kalim, what are you trying to do.”

“i'm trying to impress you! i won't be seeing you in a while when the holiday break starts.” he explains and you roll your eyes playfully. kalim had been getting bolder and bolder with his moves lately and it was honestly quite cute. it felt nice to always be in the center of his attention whenever you were together.

“oh!” he exclaimed suddenly and you turned. you were caught by surprise when he wrapped a maroon scarf around your neck—the one wrapped around his own just a few seconds ago, “i've been noticing you occasionally trying to warm your neck so here, have my scarf, instead.” he grinned with a happy glint in his crimson eyes, “ah, but now i'm cold! let's head back to your dorm now!” he said and started trekking to the direction of your dorm.

you stood there, a little ways behind him not realizing the giddy smile you had on your face. his scarf smelled like him and it definitely warmed you up, much like his sunshine of a personality. him wanting to make and eat dinner with you sent butterflies fluttering around your stomach. maybe snowstorms weren't so bad after all.

“i can't believe he wants to have dinner with just you and not me OR that you passed up an opportunity for a feast.”

“shut up, grim.”

[kitchenisking]

Fic Rec😜

You Can Hear It In the Silence by Mimiminaj - (Rating: Mature, Words: 7241, sterek)

Stiles focused on Derek’s face long enough to see a flicker of regret flash across it. Good. Serves him right for throwing him against a brick wall. 

Stiles felt his back hit said well, and he went limp as Derek worked his coat closed. 

“I don’t think you can take me to the hospital though, Derek.”

The hands stilled. 

“And why is that?”

“I don’t think they allow dogs.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

Soft Derek, Warm Stiles, No One is a Little Ball of Fur bytiedtogetherwithadagger - (Rating: G, Words: 3799, sterek)

Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Boyd was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment. So what if he had favorites? How could he not when Boyd was the one to get him ComiCon tickets?

Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.

And they were roommates! by Smowkie - (Rating: T, Words: 2849, sterek)

He was annoying. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t cute. He didn’t smell good, he wasn’t pretty, and Derek didn’t like living with him at all. If he told himself that often enough, maybe he would actually start believing it.

Stiles was infuriating though, really, he was. He liked Star Wars, said Star Trek was meh, which was clearly wrong, and when he had noticed that Derek liked a specific protein bar after the full moon he made sure Derek always had them at home.

Damn it, Derek couldn’t even lie to himself.

There'll Be A Future Down The Road by clotpolesonly - (Rating: T, Words: 6885, sterek)

Stiles must have made some kind of noise, because the woman’s head snaps up.

“Oh,” she says. “You’re awake. That’s a good sign. Try to stay that way this time, will you?” She turns back over her shoulder and calls out, “Derek! He’s conscious!”

The loudness of it makes Stiles’ head throb so hard that he almost doesn’t comprehend what she said. It isn’t until Derek is right there, in the room, leaning over him with that same concerned scowl, that Stiles realizes he wasn’t dreaming earlier.

“Derek,” Stiles croaks. “What are you doing here?”

The scowl deepens. “You break into my house after four years of nothing, collapse on my floor covered in blood, and then have the gall to ask me what I’m doing here?”

Fuck Protocol by fullmoontonightt - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12466, sterek)

“You’re him. The Hale kid.”    The werewolf is on him in a split second, pushing him roughly against the shop window. “How do you know who I am?”

“Put the fangs down boy." Stiles rolls his eyes. "Unlike you apparently, I actually do my research."

Racing Hearts by TheRealDanniX - (Rating: T, Words: 8259, sterek)

Stiles' heartbeat confuses Derek. It gets more confusing once Derek's an Alpha. 

Featuring Panic attacks, heartbeats, Gentle Alphas, and a frank conversation with a creepy Uncle.

Special Delivery (subway edition) by FiannlyPhoebe - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 7630, sterek)

“You’re what?” Stiles yells.

Derek jerks the phone away from his ear and waits a few beats before putting it back. “I’m adopting the baby I found on the subway last month,” he repeats.

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 65656, sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7155, sterek)

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he's also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

Oblivious by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemryn) - (Rating: G, Words: 2166, sterek)

“What is all… this?” Stiles asked, dropping his work bag on the floor and shutting the door blindly behind him. “Why do you look all--” Stiles’ gulp interrupted his words and he said nothing else. 

“I just figured…” Derek began, clearing his throat when anxiety reared its ugly head. 

Stiles sniffed the air and said, “Is that Honey Garlic Chicken?” Before Derek could answer, Stiles catapulted himself down the stairs and lifted the cover to the crockpot, inhaling the mouthwatering aroma. “It is. And--” Stiles sprinted toward the table to sniff at the flowers adorning it. Derek had to pull him away when he got a little too close to the flames burning the candles on either side of it. “Flowers and candles, Derek? What is going on?”

[sandbees]

15 Things the First Years Have Done

The first years, all combined together as a big group, have done the most chaotic stuff in the history in NRC. In the Headmaster’s desk, is a list of what the One Braincell Group has done. (In which little to no context is given)

As First Years of NRC, we pledge to not,

1. Throw Grim into the Savannaclaw pool. Or anyone, for that matter.

“How did you even manage to throw Leona into the pool?”

“Pure spite.”

“He spoke condescendingly to Yuu, he had to go.”

“I don’t agree with what they did, Leona was being Leona. But it was pretty funny.”

2. Play “How Many People Can Accidentally be Collard by Riddle?”

“I think Epel won that.”

“15 people.”

“Could’ve been 20 if Vil didn’t catch you.”

3. Test Yuu’s magic resistance

“How resistant are you, anyways?”

“I think Sebek’s lighting spell knocked them out.”

“Oh yeah, that hurt a lot. How many volts was that?”

“Volts?”

“Oh, we are going to test how many volts Sebek’s spell has later.”

4. Beat up your seniors

“To be fair, they dumped a bucket of water on Ace.”

“Wait - that was them?”

“Wait we weren’t supposed to say that-“

“It’s fine Ace, we took care of them, didn’t we?” :)

“Didn’t you and Deuce put them in the infirmary?”

“Didn’t they stop dumping water on Ace? Yes? So what’s the problem?”

5. Make vague threats that involve Malleus Draconia.

“Now that’s unfair, those threats were facts!”

“I still can not believe you manage to get Waka-sama’s favor.”

“Well, I’m his friend, of course he likes me.”

6. Start a food fight in Mostro Lounge, and then blame it on Floyd.

“But he did start it!”

“No, he really did. We just escalated it.”

“Haha, I remember hitting him with an apple. It was satisfying to see the smirk wiped off his face.” :)

7. Kidnap Ortho Shroud for the 50th time.

“Did Idia add that one? Because we technically didn’t kidnap Ortho.”

“It’s been, what? A week since we’ve invited Ortho over? We should invite him again.”

“Also it’s been 57 times we’ve taken Ortho, this list should be more accurate.”

8. Steal armor and weapons from Diasomnia, have Jack transform into a wolf, and “raid” Kalim’s treasure room.

“Pfft, remember the terror in everyone’s eyes? Hilarious.”

“I remember when I rode Jack like a steed, wielding Grim like a flamethrower.”

“Ah, to bad Jamil used Snake Whisper on us and kicked us out.”

9. Steal potions from Pomfiore and drink them from the bottle, competing against each other for “poison tolerance”.

“Ok, not our best idea.”

“Yeah that was deserved. Though Sebek won that one, didn’t he?”

“Fae are naturally strong against poisons! Besides, I must be resilient to them in case someone tries to poison Waka-sama’s food!”

10. Scream out song lyrics at 5 in the morning.

“I can’t believe we managed to do that.”

“Agreed. Especially since how far Ramshackle is from the other dorms.”

“Ah, the magic of the magic mirrors.”

11. Let Deuce “duke it out” on people harassing you. Tell a teacher.

“But asking a teacher is so repetitive. Besides, if Deuce beats them up they’ll never bother us again, unlike having a teacher lecture them.”

“Yeah, plus bad boy Deuce is h o t.”

“H-huh?!”

“Ew, gross. Stop being horny.”

12. Paint the roses Pink, Maroon, Wine Red, Carmine, Red Violet, OR ANY OTHER RED COLOR VARIANT THAT IS NOT A TRUE RED

“But we did follow the rules. It’s just that we ran out of traditional red paint.”

“Pffft, Riddle���s face turned as red as the roses when he saw what we did.”

“Ugggh, my only regret was that we did it before an Unbirthday party. He made us paint it an hour before.”

13. Sneak into Mostro Lounge, only to ask Jade if he has “the goods”

“It’s not my fault they assumed we were talking about drugs.”

“Yeah, I wanted to try out some of the wild mushrooms he found. I heard the wild plants around here are good.”

“Blegh, I can’t believe you dragged us into that. I don’t even like mushrooms.”

14. Mix your powers together. No, we do not want a repeat of the FIRE THUNDERSTORM INCIDENT.

“Hey! That was a complete accident.”

“No it wasn’t. You started it. You were egging on Grim and Sebek.”

“It’s not my fault that they attacked me.”

“Stupid human! You were the one to fan our magic!”

15. Stop creating plots that damage the school’s reputation.

“Ok, we have had a few scandals, but it’s not as bad as the dorm leader’s.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Ok, we may have done worse. But those were fixed before they got into the public!”

We have read the rules, and we agree to never do these things again.

Signed,

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Jack Howl

Epel Felmier

Sebek Zigvolt

Yuu MC

(...Fingers Crossed...)

[twst-lotte]

Aaaaaaaaah!!! I can also see Leona listening to AC DC ♪ヽ(･ˇ∀ˇ･ゞ) May I ask for more of this?? Like, what kind of music would the twst boys listen to?

𝐴𝑠𝑘

Heartslabyul

Ace: Post Malone - Blackbear - Panic! At the Disco

Deuce: Fall out boy - NEFFEX - grandson

Cater: The neighbourhood - The Weekend - Lil Nas X

Trey: Michael Jackson - Queen

Riddle:

Savanaclaw

Jack: Coldplay - David Guetta - Elton John

Ruggie: Earth Wind & Fire - Queen - Maroon 5

Leona: AC/DC - Bon Jovi - Guns N'Roses

Octavinelle

Azul: ABBA - Sia -

Jade:

Floyd: Caravan Palace - Sub Urban -

Scarabia

Kalim: BTS - Harry Styles - DNCE

Jamil: Jason Derulo - Rihanna - Eminem

Pomefiore

Epel: Ashnniko - NEFFEX - Eminem

Rook: Taylor Swift - Todrickhall - Lady Gaga

Vil: Madonna - Lady Gaga - Britney Spears

Ignihyde

Ortho:

Idia: BLACKPINK - MAMAMOO -

Diasomnia

Malleus: Lana del Rey -

Lilia: KISS - Metallica - Iron Maiden

Silver: ImagineDragons - Miley Cyrus - 5SOS

Sebek:

Ramshackle

Yuuken:

Charlotte: Avril Lavigne - Hey Violet - Marina and the diamonds

Grim:

•𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅•

[nightravens-therapycircle]

Paint the Roses: Chapter 4 Preview

Rewrite Your Story

After writing out a short list of what he needed, Trey sent Deuce, Emery and Grim off on their little shopping venture. The latter duo followed Deuce to the school store. Emery was left a bit astounded by the semi-crowded shop. There weren’t many people there, but the wares? The shelves were all lined with things like crystal skulls, what Emery was pretty sure were spell books… and something taxidermied in the corner.

“Uh, pardon us!” said Deuce with a yelp after he almost ran into it.

“Do they even sell cream here?” mused Grim. Emery shrugged. Trey said that they sold everything, but this was the school store. And after the trick he pulled with the oyster sauce earlier, it was hard to figure out if he meant it or not.

“Hello, my lost little imps. How goes it?” The trio jumped. A young man that Emery had to assume was the “Mr. S” that ran the store appeared out of nowhere. He had black-and-purple locs flipped over the right side of his head, and white skeleton-like markings painted underneath his eyes, on his neck, chest and forearms. There were similar markings to look like ribs on the purple vest he wore under a maroon blazer. Part of Emery wondered if they were tattoos or not. “Welcome to Mr. S’s Mystery Shop. What can I do for you today? A charm from uncharted lands? The mummified remains of an ancient king? Or how about some cursed tarot cards?”

“Uh,” Deuce blinked a few times, exchanging an equally confused look with Emery before holding out the list that Trey gave them to the shopkeep. “We’d like the things that are on this list…”

“And some cans of tuna!” added Grim before looking up at Emery. “You owe me three!”

“Three…?” Emery mused. Oh, right. Three. Two for helping out with the resident Ramshackle ghosts, and then another one for helping to deal with the ink monster back at the Dwarf Mines.

“Cream and eggs and…” Sam smirked as he read through the list, “what a tantalizingly sweet line-up! Okay! Coming right up.”

Wait… he really did have all of it? …Emery filed that information away in the back of her mind for another time.

A short while later, the grocery bags are placed on the counter and paid for with Trey’s wallet.

“Sorry ‘bout the wait. It’s pretty heavy…” Sam told them. Emery noticed that immediately as she took two of the bags, while Deuce took the remaining two. Her arms dropped to her sides in an instant. “Luckily for you, our 1/100th scale flying saucers are thirty percent off.”

“Lemme see!” said Grim, eyes shining as he jumped up on the tips of his toes to try and see over the counter at something that wasn’t even there. Flying saucers?

“We’re fine,” said Deuce quickly, snapping Emery out of her thoughts, “thank you.”

Emery nudged Grim with her toes to get his attention. “Let’s go, Grim.”

“Boo…” Grim whined, “I wanted to hang out more…!” She was starting to think that he just wanted to avoid getting back to work.

“Okay, okay!” the shopkeeper laughed, amused by the students' antics. “Until next time, my little imps. Bye!” Emery waved goodbye as the trio left the store. She shifted the bags in her hands, trying to get a decent grip on them as they walked along Main Street.

…were her bags hanging lower than Deuce’s, or was that their height difference messing with her perception?

“That store was amazing,” said Deuce with a sigh.

Grim was pouting as he walked between the two of them. “Yeah, and you’re amazingly stingy.”

“Who’re you calling stingy?” Emery sighed as Deuce nearly got into an argument with Grim. She made a mental note to give Grim his tuna cans after they got back to Ramshackle instead of in the school kitchen like she originally had planned to. “Emery.” Emery blinked, glancing over at Deuce with a small ‘huh��. “It looks like you got the bags with all the cans.” Emery lifted the bags in her hands to get a better look inside. Deuce was right. …how did she end up with all the cans? Deuce switched one of his bags over to the other hand so he was carrying both of them in one hand. “Here. Switch bags with me.”

“What?” Emery said before shaking her head. “Deuce, I can’t let you do that.” They were heavy, sure, but she could carry them just fine on her own.

“It’s fine.” Without waiting for her to argue back, he took the two bags from her hands and swapped them out for the pair that he was originally carrying. Emery could at least see what he meant now. These two were much lighter. “I’ve got a little trick for carrying heavier bags, so it’s not a big deal for me.”

“There’s a trick to it?” Deuce nodded as he adjusted his grip on the bags in hand. “You must’ve gone grocery shopping a lot if you’ve figured something like that out.”

“Yeah. My mom always used to stock up at sales, so the bags would end up really heavy. I was the only man in the house, so I got to do all the heavy lifting and--” Deuce faltered for a moment, the words dying on his tongue. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to start talking about that.”

The full chapter will be up on Ao3 on September 25th!

[madamhatter]

Che'nya places a mome rath plushie on Simeon's head. He then nods sagely and notes. “Maybe mew'd like the Broom dog one better but I figure they're too big for mewr room. Most plushies of them are dog sized.”

Gentle pressure on top of their head makes the vice prefect wake - their body jolting slightly upright from their unusually relaxed posture against the couch cushions. Oaken irises peer through heavy lids - the wooden interior and deep greens of the Ramshackle dormitory ease their increasingly restless mind. Though, their hand immediately reaches upright, hand squeezing around whatever landed on them mercilessly.

A helpless creature comes into sight when they find the one responsible for waking them up. They tilt the animal, the eyes rattling in place. The black googly-eyed thing, without any mouth, seems to possess a certain level of terror. Simeon corrects their posture, noting the mismatched red and orange legs creating the body with a head of teal moppy hair.

Soft, plush - -

"Oh no--" Simeon's grip immediately loosens. They lean forward, resting the creature on their lap. "I am so sorry." A stark contrast to the mechanical and swift motions done before, their gaze softens while inspecting through the creature. "By the Seven, please be alright."

Without pulse.

"What--" Breath balls at the base of their throat, and Simeon narrows their eyes, looking around the room. They found the culprit without wasting another second and with maroon and violet fur waving in the air. With Cheshire grin and bright yellow eyes inspecting them and their more than humorous reaction. Shoulders tense at the moment, irritation heating the apples of their cheeks and tips of their ears.

"Mister Pinka, have you broken into the Ramshackle dormitory again!?" Harshness sharpens their dagger of a tongue. Their fingers brush through the toy on their lap in comforting motions.

"You were planning on giving this to me?" Simeon's face scrunched up. They look between the toy in their hands to the Cheshire cat reclining comfortably over the couch. Che'nya, on his back, casually slides over the couch's top to help let their eyes meet. "How peculiar," Simeon's eyes avert, "but should I expect anything more unusual from you?" How strangely fond that sounded.

"You are right on that. Besides, I do not take you as someone to enjoy competition, especially against a dog. I imagine Cheshire cats are not any more fond of canines than any cat would be."

"Mome raths, this is what this is, isn't it?" Their eyes return to the plush, thumb brushing away the bangs from the toy's face. "In what I have read, I thought them to be green pigs without any way of getting back home," Simeon recounts their earlier years at the Night Raven's College library, still cursed as a mysterious older woman, drinking away their anxieties with herself nose-first in books.

"How perplexing cute." A peal of dry laughter leaves them while readjusting the mome rath on their lap. Using their hand to help keep the plush propped up, the mome rath is now resting on its butt on top of Simeon's lap.

Yet all come to a crawling silence while Simeon's eyes narrow at the plush. Their index finger prods against the red side to where its cheek would be. Smile robbed of their impending thoughts in mind, their head meekly lifts, meeting Che'nya's eyes.

"Che'nya, are you sure you wish to gift this to me? This is remarkably out of the ordinary," sincerity shines through the vice prefect's uncertainty.

"But part of me knows that me accepting this is not supposed to happen."

[zeddyzi]

My gorls 🥰

[wyverndragonborn]

Who broke it - ramshackle skit

Ramshackle is a series by the amazing @zeddyzi

Featuring:

Maroon - by ZeddyZi

Doris - by @automaticpartycashshoe

Vinnie - by ZeddyZi

Tre - by ZeddyZi

Stone - by ZeddyZi

Avrille - by ZeddyZi

Serpent - by me

Maroon: so, who broke it. I'm not mad, I just wanna know

Doris: I did, I broke the-

Maroon: no, no you didn't. Vinnie?

Vinnie: Don't look at me, look at Tre

Tre: WHAT?! I didn't break it

Vinnie: huh, how did you even know it was broken?

Tre: because it's sitting in front of us, and it's broken

Vinnie: suspicious

Tre: no, it's not

Stone: if it matters, probably not, Avrille was the last one to use it

Avrille: liar, I don't even drink that crap

Stone: then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier

Avrille: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles everyone know that Stone

Doris: okay let's not fight I broke it let me pay for it

Maroon: NO, WHO BROKE IT

Stone: Maroon, Serpent has been awfully quiet

Serpent: REALLY

Everyone but Maroon: arguing loudly

Maroon: I broke it, it burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good, it was getting a little chummy around here

[roseparfaits]

Primrose Miralle.

“You can stay with me if you want. But if you don’t mind, would you tell me a story? Any kind would be alright.”

[ character info below! ]

Primrose is a first-year student in Ramshackle. He arrived at Night Raven College through mysterious circumstances and is now trapped in a world he doesn’t belong to. He’s very confused but doing his best.

Appearance. Primrose’s overall appearance seems to be composed entirely of spheres and soft shapes. He’s got short wavy hair, two big and tired eyes, a button nose sprinkled with freckles- A soft face is what you’ll encounter when your first meet him. But as we said, the round shapes don’t end there. He got soft arms and legs, with a pair of tubby hands always clinging to a wine-colored notebook, finishing off his shy posture. The looks of someone who doesn’t want to get much attention drawn to him, but ends up getting it anyways.

Primrose uses the uniform of the academy in the Ramshackle variation but wears an oversized black sweater on top of it. He also wears a pair of black and white sneakers.

Trivia.

His last name means “Mirror” in Catalan.

He presents signs of memory loss. Primrose remembers almost nothing about his life before his enrollment on NRC.

The notebook he carries was given to him by Crowley as a kind intend for the boy to try to communicate better with the rest and himself, due to his initial lack of words and response at the beginning of his arrival.

Primrose finds it hard to communicate when he’s feeling especially anxious or is dealing with strangers, so in the end, he ended up using said notebook a lot.

Due to his timid and quiet demeanor, people tend to ignore he can be a disaster too, like Ace, Deuce, and Grim. He’s also more talkative with his friends, though his voice volume is naturally very soft.

The faster way to get him to open up is by talking about books or telling him anecdotes. He’s a real enthusiast about these things. 

Technical Information. Romaji: Purimurosu Miraru. Voiced by: Megumi Ogata (specially in her role as Shinji Ikari.) Biographical Information. Gender: Trans boy. Age: 18 years old. Birthday: May 8 Starsign: Aquarius Height: 1.64 cm Eye color: Dark red. Hair color: Maroon. Homeland: At the other side of the mirror.

Professional Status. Dorm: Ramshackle School year: First year Class: 1-A Occupation: Ramshackle’s prefect Club: Board Game Club.  Best Subject: History of magic.

Fun Facts. Dominant hand: Ambidextrous Favorite food: Strawberry jam and cheese toasts. Least favorite food: Beans (all of them-?) All of the beans. Dislikes: To miss dessert. Hobby: Reading. Talents: Getting in trouble | Painting.

[winchestermotel]

The Road We Take

Chapter 1

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader x Sam

Warnings: fluff, smut, angst, loss of a loved, all kinds of kinky sex and stuff(we’ll see where it goes), nsfw, 18+, slow burn(hopefully)

WC: 2464

Summary: Y/N is a hunter who has just lost a father figure. Sunny took her in when her family died tragically and raised her. She grew up listening to Sunny go on and on about how good Sam and Dean were as hunters and as people, but she personally never met them. The only Winchester she met was John and she didn’t like him at all. Now she invites all hunters on Sunny’s contact list for his Wake. She can’t wait to meet the Winchester Brothers. Their meeting isn’t ideal, but it marks the beginning of a new chapter in Y/N’s life but where does this road lead to?

Assume all warnings apply to all chapters. Chapters will be individually warned as well.

A/N: Hi. This is my first fan fic ever so if you’re reading this THANK YOU but also, I would appreciate if you could leave some constructive criticism and comments on how you would like the story to progress. If you like it, share it with your friends as well😊

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Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester. You had grown up hearing these names. Best damn hunters in the world. You couldn’t wait to meet them only because Sunny seemed to have loved them. Sunny used to hunt with their dad, John. Well, Sunny taught John how to hunt, how to fight and generally how to hold his own and Sunny introduced Bobby to John as well. It was almost weird you and the Winchester Boys still hadn’t met or chanced upon each other until now, until Sunny’s wake. The Winchester Brothers were going to be your closest relation at the wake, and you didn’t even know what they looked like.

The pain struck again when you remembered. In all fairness, you had not forgotten, you were trying hard not to think. All alone in this ramshackle house in the middle of a forest. The once maroon wallpaper, covered in decades of dust, blood splatter and sigils coming of the walls had turned brown. The green fungus on the walls was slowly creeping towards the ceiling. Neither Sunny nor you stayed here long enough in between hunts to care much for housekeeping. If anyone thought the living room looked bad, they would faint if they saw the basement. The place you occasionally held down demons, witches, vamps, werewolves, sometimes gods or any manner of monster that needed some extra persuasion to talk. The 3 bedrooms were in no better condition however the kitchen was spotless. Sunny kept all work, killings and rituals out of the kitchen. It didn’t even look like a part of the house, but your favorite place was the rooftop.

The house didn’t have another floor, the rooftop wasn’t high enough for a very nice view, but it did look over the forest. You and Sunny had set up some lights and kept a  small fridge and two very old recliners. The nights you both were back home this was where you both would spend most of the time but none of it really seemed to matter now because you felt all alone haunted by your own memories and now that he was gone everything in the house was screaming for attention. Everything reminded you of the man that took you in and raised you.

You had sent out messages to every hunter on all of Sunny’s phones, but you didn’t reply to anyone. Building his pyre, burning his body had left you exhausted both physically as well as mentally. You were hardly 5’0 but had built strength and stamina from years of hunting. At 25 you still had a decade worth of experience in hunting. You had made the arrangement for the wake which was mostly just booze, bacon and burgers. Now it was time for the hunters to show up.

The clock strikes 3pm and the hunters start showing up. One after the other. In half an hour, there was hardly any space to set foot. You didn’t imagine so many would turn up. When 6 more hunters turned up you were certain you would run out of beer. The hunters all made themselves at home. You kept making small talk. Everybody apologized, everybody had stories to tell you about him. After a while you wanted the beer to run out, so you had a reason to get out of the house for a second and breath. Couple hours passed and the general topic was way past Sunny. Some had passed out from drinking, some were still playing a drinking game, others were telling jokes or catching up after years of not seeing each other. You had to replenish the beer supply twice now, not that you minded but it was only 7pm.

The noise suddenly was too much, the smells were to potent, so you ran outside. You didn’t get far before you tripped and fell just a few yards away from the front door.  You looked up at the stars and tears rolled down on your cheeks.

“Why did you leave me? Why did you have to push me to the side? Nobody would’ve cared if the werewolf ate my heart but look at all of these people. They love you. Why didn’t you let me save you , you bastard? You screamed into the nothingness.

You sat there as tears rolled down your cheeks when you heard a roar an engine nearing you. As you look up, you’re blinded by bright headlights. The car comes nearer and nearer. You’re not sure the driver can see you, but you don’t move. You’re not sure you want to. The car stops right in front of you and the lights turn of. Because you had been starring right into the bright lights, now you can’t see anything, but you hear two doors creak open and you hear an angry man walking up to you.

“What the hell are you doing, lady? Tryin’a get yourself killed here?” you hear him speak as he comes closer to you.

“Dean wait….” You hear another voice. This one’s a little calmer.

The lights have somehow sent you into a trance because you can’t move. Every muscle feels a lot heavier. You look up to see two giant men towering over you.

“Oh…I..um..’’ you hear the angry man’s fury fade away as he looks at you.

“Here, let me help you up.’’ The other one offers you a hand.

You take his hand and stand up.

“Woah….’’ Is all that you can muster.

You were always the short one but these two were huge and because you were standing so close, you could hardly see their faces. Maybe you were tired from the day or drained from the crying, you lost your footing for a second and stumbled backwards when you pushed your head back to get a good look them.

“Oh hey, careful sweetheart. Are you alight?’’ He stepped forward almost immediately to help you, but you had already stabilized and nodded.

“My name’s Dean. This is my brother, Sam. We’re John Winchester’s sons. We’re here for Sunny’s wake.’’

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name’s Y/N. Please go inside. Make yourself at home. I’ll be there in a minute.’’ You said monotonously.

“You’re y/n? Sunny’s kid? Sam asked and when you nodded, he immediately hugged you.

You didn’t know whether it was nobody had hugged you or was it because he called you ‘Sunny’s kid’ you started crying again into his chest and his grip tightened.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright. Let it out. I’ve got you.’’ Sam almost whispered as he attempted to calm you down.

You step away and wipe your tears away and barely nodded to say thank you.

“ You alright?’’ Dean inquired.

“Yeah. I needed that I think. Come inside. Please.’’ You reply in a quiet and embarrassed voice as you turn around to lead the way.

‘They probably think you’re a stupid cry baby now. Quite the first impression.’ You think to yourself.

The second you open the door; every head in the room turned towards you.

“The Winchesters are hear!’’ somebody yells.

You think a fight is about to break out but in a matter of seconds you realize it’s more of celebration because everybody cheers them on as they step inside behind you. You’re not comfortable with the whole situation.

“This is about Sunny. This about remembering him. This is NOT about your petty little drinking games or playing catch up.’’ You yelled as you opened a door that revealed a staircase behind the living room and went up.

It wasn’t a very cold night but the thought of Sunny never being up on the roof top made you shiver.

“Mind if I join you?’’

You turned around and saw Dean walking towards you.

“Hey….’’ Is a you can muster.

“ I’m not gonna ask if you’re okay because I know you ain’t doing so well. Beer?’’ he offered

“I’ll pass. And yeah not doing so well. The guy who was the closest thing I had to a father died 3 days ago, saving me from a werewolf. I had to build his pyre, burn his body and now I have to look at his friends having the time of their lives in his house. So, you’re right, I’m not okay!’’ you almost yell at him.

“Hey. Look. I’ve lost my fair share of family. Hell, other than Sammy I’ve lost everyone I loved. I even lost him a couple of times, but life doesn’t stop. I know it’s hard right now and it never get easy, but you move on. So, we keep grinding. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard it gets, you got to keep grinding. And that's how we keep fighting.’’ Dean replies in a firm tone.

“Dean….he was all I had. He gave me this life. There’s nothing else I have. After my family, he took me in. Now that he’s gone I…...’’ You break down in tears again.

You feel Dean wrap his arms around you. There’s a comfort in his hug but somehow the tears don’t stop.

‘yeah, now they’ll definitely think I’m just another emotional bitch’ you think to yourself. ‘Awesome way to embarrass yourself!’

“ It is okay. You have me and Sam now. It’s what Bobby and Sunny would have wanted. You got us now. You ain’t gonna be alone ever.’’ He soothed. His hand rubbed your back.

Without breaking out of his embrace, you looked up into his eyes. They were green. He was very tall as well but not as tall as his brother. The freckles scattered over his face added to his persona. He was a very handsome man. You could see hints of his father in his face. High cheek bones, the green eyes, the way he talked had the ghost of his father.

“Do I have something on my face?’’ he smirked.

“No….you’re….’’ You weren’t sure whether you wanted to tell him what you really thought.

“ I know I’m adorable.’’ He stepped back and you could swear he pouted

“Someone’s cocky!’’ you smirked.

“Y/n, the people downstairs meant a lot to Sunny and us hunters, we’re messed up. But the fact that they dropped everything and drove here from all over the country to be here is the most they can do to show they cared. You need to get yourself together, go down and raise a toast to Sunny. Now they’ll be leaving soon but Sammy and I’ll stick around for the night…..if you want.’’ He tried not to make it sound like an order.

You turned away and looked up at the sky. You closed your eyes and thought about Sunny and a tear rolled down your eye. Taking a deep breath, you turned back around, wiped the tear and nodded.

Dean leads the way and you follow. When the other hunters see you coming down everybody is silent. The remnants of the emotional breakdown you had earlier still lingers in the air. Once in the living room, you can feel all eyes on you.

“I’d first like you apologize for whatever I said. I know what I said was wrong. You all are…..were as much a part of Sunny’s life as much as I was’’ You begin. “So many of you knew him as a friend, a buddy, a leader. He was a kind, loving man even though he would never admit it, he loved every single person in this room. I mean look at me. He took me in when he didn’t have to. The case was dealt with. He had no business sticking around but he did. Took me in when everybody refused to take me in. Hell, he died saving me and he knew nothing would survive that fall but he jumped at the werewolf, gave me an open shot and fell over the cliff.’’

You paused for a second trying to keep that ball that just formed in your throat from chocking you and your crowd cheers you on. They could feel your pain, but their cheer gave you strength to continue.

You continued  “ Sunny died doing what he loved and there was no other way he wanted to go out. A couple days ago I gave him a hunter’s sendoff because he deserved nothing less. Sunny was tough, strong and stubborn as hell. The man did know how to cook though. He loved to cook. But his legacy will live in on all the lives he touched, the lives he saved and the love he gave to the people he cared about.’’ You raise your beer  “To Sunny!’’

“ To Sunny!” everybody repeats unanimously.

After that things did become easier. You wanted to thank Dean, but you couldn’t see him or Sam. You moved around, talked to everybody else. Now you wanted to talk to them, you wanted to listen to what they had to tell you. Everybody appreciated the toast you raised to Sunny. You even spotted a damp eye or two, but you knew they would never admit it.

The crowd around you started thinning as the hunters started to leave. Soon, you were all alone again. Seeing off the last hunter you went outside. The black beast that you nearly let run over you was still parked there.

They’re still here. But where are they??

“Y/N up here!” you heard Sam’s voice.

You turned around and looked up. Sam and Dean were on the roof.

“ Come up sweetheart. Have a beer with us.’’ Dean smiled at you.

[bowieandqueen11]

Rambling Fool / Eddie Kaspbrak Imagine

Request: Could you possibly do an Eddie Kaspbrak x reader where reader is helping him cover up/dress the wound through his cheek, and Eddie ends up doing that mile-a-minute rambling he does resulting in him confessing his feelings for reader?

Comments, reblogs and requests are much appreciated! <3

The bathroom Eddie Kaspbrak was sitting in could only be described as somewhat of a ramshackled place. The laminate peeled in cracks from the vanities and the enamel was chipped in the sink. Water leaked from the base of the faucet when it was in use, and dripped from the bathtub onto the ringed shower curtain that lay like spread silk upon the floor, the red stains spreading out over its blue. Little bits of flaked fake plastic gold crunch against your boots as you lean down on the floor.

‘Ow. Ow! Y/n, could you please just put your fingers off my cheek, I mean, there’s literally blood everywhere and if we don’t get off this bathroom floor something bad could happen. Remember when I told you that my mom has a friend and their friend of a friend knew something who got AIDs through a hangnail on the subway? A hangnail?! We need to get out of this blood and I need to stitch my face up oh god my mom is going to kill me-’

‘Eddie. Would you slow down, please? For once. You’re forty years old, I think you’re mom’s going to be fine. Especially since, you know... she’s not... with us anymore.’

‘Yeah...yeah, sorry. You’re right. I’m calm, it’s cool, it’s alll good-’

‘Eddie!’

Blood slid down his arm and soaked the cloth of his jacket a darker shade of maroon, but yet, even though pain fluctuated on Eddie’s face, the defiant stance as he holds his arm against his chest and the angry crease on his forehead indicated he wasn't about to go down without a fight.

‘Yep, yep, just the thing is, Y/n-’

You groan as you drop the bandage to the floor, knocking your knee against Eddie’s thigh as he slides back up the bathtub until he’s in a full sitting position again.

‘I just need to say something, because if we die here, back in Derry, I need to get this out of my system.’

‘You’re such a fool. A rambling fool.’

You tipped the bottle you had managed to rummage out of the toiletry bag spilt upon the sink upside-down onto his head. A paroxysm of agony triggered a guttural cry from Eddie, his hand reaching out to grab onto your arm as you hold the folds of skin in place, a grimace on your face. The bottle smashed to the ground as he grabbed onto you, and chips of clear glass skated over the spotted floor.

‘It’s fine, just leave it’, he manages to tremble out, his eyes wide and swirling as he gazes over at you, and you have to stop yourself from sighing at the wobble that moves his bottom lip. The worst of the blood had washed away with the medicine, but his face was brutally gashed. The most prominent of scars travelled from the side of his cheek to his jaw, and you reached out to unwrap a new bandage and cover the wound again, allowing your fingers to linger against the wet skin of his face for a moment longer than needed, feeling his tears drip down onto your skin.

That scar would remain with him until the day he died.

‘Would you stop looking at me like that?’

‘Like what?’

‘With those sad, puppy dog eyes.’

‘You sound like Richie.’

His slender fingers pressed into the skin of his forearms, nails biting in the layer of fine dust, drawing beads of blood. His whole body shook, bones rattling in the constant fear of the future that loomed before him, heart pounding so hard against his ribcage as his pulse pressed outward, jerking the veins within.

He needed to get these words out of him before he saw Pennywise again. Before he was out of time.  

You make to move, but he grabs onto your fingers before you have a chance to stand up, tugging you back down until you land ungracefully onto his legs. He looks at you, shocked, for a moment, amazed by his own brashness, before he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you forward until you can feel his forehead against yours.

‘I believe, Y/n, that each of us deserve a chance at love. A real chance. And I know it sounds silly that there’s someone out there for everyone but I believe in love. Now I know that Richie’s always saying there’s no such thing as true love, that it all ends in heartbreak and pain, but I think that’s the beauty of it. To have something so perfect for such a short while, and then for it to disappear again. It’s an endless loop, never ending, always on the move. You never know where it will take you. That's the thing about love, it's so beautiful and mysterious and magical. And I want to hold onto you for a little while longer now that you’ve circled back round, because I love you. I love you.’

‘I love you.’

For the first time in his life, Eddie Kaspbrak said something with complete certainty.

[wildtige429]

Missing

@lynea-kureji

Taken a day after Toffee (possessing Ludo) destroyed the book and Glossaryck with it. 

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Why must this happen to us?

Mint has heard rumors and stories about Ludo having this mysterious wand with a half of the star of Star's wand. She even heard that Glossaryck had betrayed Star and join sides with Ludo.

Such rumors have irked her and Toshi's attention. Thinking back on the days after Toffee's death a week ago, her son was haunted by a spirit of his dead father. But as it turns out, it was an essence delivered by his father who, her son believes, is alive. Someplace they don't know where he is. Alive. Alone. Confused.

Why did she think of him being confused? Toffee is the most serious monster she has ever met.

All of a sudden, coming from a rat she had just caught for a snack, she was told that Ludo is somewhat....not himself. He spoke in a voice that is not his, his eyes green and glowing like he's been possessed and his new hand missing a finger. The little rodent once told her that instead of being called Ludo, he prefers to be called...

"Toffee, you really are alive," she muttered to herself as she released the rat as an act of mercy for good information, "Toshi was right."

What's worst that happened to her? 

Well, it all started few nights ago. It was cold outside one night and Toshi went into his mother's room to search for any jackets that fits him. When he finds the right one, he donned it on and was checking himself out in the full-length mirror.

It was a bright red jacket with maroon accents, fashionized with spiked shoulder pads. He wondered where his mom found this.

"This is cool," he grinned, checking it out.

He stopped when he saw the reflection of his mother at the doorway, petrified by shock and surprise with her mouth slightly agaped. Spinning around in startlement, he was about to remove the jacket when she spoke out.

"No, no, no, it's okay!!" She called out, marching up and rearranging the jacket till it was fully donned on him. Patting the cloth down at his front, she whispered, "This was your father's."

She can tell how surprised her son is that the jacket once belonged to his father. And it fit him very well even with it unbuttoned.

"You look just like him wearing that," she whispered, sorrowfully, pushing back a bang from his face, "I still kept it after he joined the army ranks as general."

She jumped a little when grey claws wrapped around her's, encasing them gently. She sensed him smiling and resting his forehead agaisnt her's.

"I won't let anything happen to it," he promised, "Just like how I won't lose this."

She knew he meant the red ribbon with the Japanese bell he wore around his right wrist. It was a present Toffee bought before Toshi was born, unsure if the child will be a boy or a girl. He thought it would be a girl, but turns out it was a boy. But who cares? It fits him well.

"Toshi.....," she began, pulling her hands out to hold his, "There's something I need to tell you. And you better listen to me carefully."

She began to tell him about Ludo finding a wand of his own using the other half of Star's wand, Glossaryck's betrayal and siding with him and finally, Ludo acting and becoming more like Toffee than himself, believing to be possessed by him. Toshi was bewildered by this immense information because he was right about his father being alive. 

"I'll go make tea so you can calm down," she insisted, leaving the bedroom with him sitting on the bed.

She had started making tea when she heard a thud from her bedroom. Curious and wary, she calls out for her son as she walked there. And that's when her horror overwhelmed her.

She found the window opened, allowing cold winds to blow into her room. And it was a clear sign of what happened.

Toshi had ran off to find his father. In Ludo's body.

And here she is, scouring the forest in hoping she would find where Ludo is living. And by finding Ludo, she would demand answers from her estranged husband on the wheareabouts of their son.

"It's a good thing I know his smell," she said, lifting her nose in the air to sniff the avian's scent. She pinpoints it and immediately ran towards the source, freeing herself from the clutches of the forest and into a barren landscape that leads to a mountain.

Panting and adjusting her coat, she continues up the mountain until she reached to what she believes is some kind of ramshackled fort of bones and debris.

A large eagle and a spider approached her, screeching and hissing. She let out a snarl/hiss as a warning and they took it seriously, whimpering back into the shadows.

"I know you're here, Toffee!" She called out in a serious voice, feeling like her second-in-command general self again, "The real Toffee would never hid and cowerike a coward!"

She noticed something in the fire,making her step closer to take a closer look. Her eyes widened when she recognized the burnt debris as the book of spells.

"You're truly are a killer, Toffee," she commented in total shock.

"Yes, if you say it that way....," she spun around immediately and was met with a small figure. As he steps out, Ludo looked so different after being missing for months. She can feel her scales prickle when she felt an ominous presence emitting from him.

Glaring into his glowing green eyes, she uttered, "Toshi was right about you being alive.....Toffee."

A grim smile crept on the possessed avian's beak, "Hello, Mint. It's been a long time."

"Twenty years," she corrected, "20 years after you left us, Toffee. You have no idea what we've been through after you left."

His grim smile grew grimer, "It has. And I see you raised our son well after I'm gone. Never thought you had it in you, Mint."

"Speaking of our son, why did you make him turn agaisnt me?" He demanded with narrowed eyes.

"Turn him agaisnt -? What are you talking about?" She demanded, confused of his demand, "YOU made him turn agaisnt you after you left us that day after you lost your finger to Queen Moon. And as far as I know my son, he is not like his father."

Toffee folded his arms, eyes still narrowed demandingly, "Oh! Care to explain to me why he dressed up like a blue knight ripoff and disrupting my plans before I took this simpleton's body?"

Mint grew more confused by his demands now, "Wait? Are you saying our son, OUR SON, Toshi, is The Wyvern?"

"Judging by your tone, you HAVE heard of him," the possessed avian hummed with a very sarcastic smirk, "Too bad our son has been keeping secrets from his own mother."

The half Lacertian thumped her tail in frustration, "You're lying. My son can't be The Wyvern! If he's really The Wyvern, then show me proof!"

Toffee lets his arms fall to his side, pinching the bridge between his eyes a bit, "Here's your proof. The Wyvern broke and fractured many bones of some of my soldiers using Muay Thai that I basically am familiar with, has a grudge agaisnt me and he happens to heal when I stabbed him in the back. Is that proof enough for you, Mint?"

The proof was so shocking and overwhelming it left her speechless. That explains why Toshi, Star and Marco are being so strange and her son returning home late and absent. She can clearly tell they were lying by their scent of nervousness produced by their sweat but she figured it has something to do with teenage stuff. Now that Toffee has revealed that her son is masked hero, The Wyvern, she just had to let out something.

"You probably know why I'm here," she growled, feeling her claws clenching with unfelt anger.

"I don't know, does it have something to do with me destroying the book of spells and having the other half of the wand?" He scoffed.

"More than that," she retorted, "Our son has ran away from home few days ago because I told him he was right about his dead father being alive in someplace we don't know because his supposed ghost was haunting us, you possessing the nitwit Ludo and the other half of Star's wand, you destroying the book with Glossaryck and you defeating the High Commission that made Queen Moon retreat like a coward. No offence to her."

"And...?" He hummed.

She couldn't take it. Without warning, she stomped forward and grabbed the posessed avian's chip bag tunic and brought him to her face. He was taken by surprise by her action and the furious expression on her face.

"Where is Toshi!?" She snarled.

"What are you-?!" He started to argue.

"Where is my SON, Toffee!?" She seriously roared, her fangs bared, "TELL ME WHERE HE IS NOW!!! IF YOU OR ANYONE HURT HIM, I WOULD TEAR THIS WHOLE PLACE APART AND TELL THE KINGDOM THAT YOU'RE -!!"

"I... DON'T.....KNOW!!!!" 

She gasped in startlement by his outburst, his hands gripping the collar of her coat during his outburst. He relaxes his grip and looks away with what she believes is shame. 

Fatherly shame.

"I don't know," he repeated, much calmer. Mint knew he was telling the truth. So, she released, not caring if she hurt Ludo being somewhere under her estranged husband's control, and took a step back.

"I always wanted our son to accept who his father is," she confess, sounding hurt, "And to forgive him one day. But seeing you in this state......I had to admit. Toshi was right about you."

With a turn of her heel, she walked away with a deep dissapointed frown on her face. Toffee was stunned by her confession, looking down at the hand that held the other half of the wand. 

"I wish you weren't my father," his son's haunting words echoed through his mind.

He wrapped his fingers around it, clenching it. He began to regret and remorse everything that his family had been through without him after the war 20 years ago. 

"Mint wait!!" But it was too late for she was gone out of sight. 

He groaned and sighed to himself in full frustration, annoyance and anger to himself. All he could do was sit there and wallow in his self shame.

"What have I done?"

(Epilogue)

Mint walked along a clear path through the forest, hoping she can find some abandoned place to settle in so she can sleep for the night. She stopped, mid-step, when she hears the engine sounds of a dragon cycle following behind her.

Cautiously, she looked back to see a very familiar-looking white and blue dragon cycle with a cybernetic appearance gazing up at her like a lost pet. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw Kurogane on the saddle, paws on the horns in fact, meowing at her.

"Razor right? You're Toshi's dragon cycle?" She asked it. The beast chuffed and moaned, sounding similar to a tiger's, to answer her question. The tatzelwurm yowled at her too, adding another answer as well.

"Can you help me find him?" She reached out and stroke the dragon cycle's nose, making it purr. Razor grunted, meaning it's a yes, as Kurogane hopped onto it's head to give her a seat on the saddle.

"Good dragon cycle," she praised it, laying her forehead on it's forehead as a thank you gift. She lifted leg over to the other side and positioned herself correctly so she can be comfortable on it. With her hands gripping the horns, Razor launches off into the wilderness, carrying her to the location of her missing son.

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Well Toffee. This is what you get if you get on the wrong side of the mama bear. Or in reptilian term, mama crocodile.