#also i find the “wingless thing” thing very funny

[mellohiizz]

if requests are open then please please please more havoc duo :3?????? i love how you draw them i see your designs and fucking explode. Would drink bleach. uhh angsty or fluff or ANYTHING just havoc duo my beloveds

i went insane on this one. okay.

i've been listening to the horror and the wild by the amazing devil on repeat and i think it's extremely havoc duo coded. if anyone disagrees with me, you're wrong. here's some more little sketches i did for some other lyrics, because i used to make animatics for fun and i still miss doing them.

[spricket-central]

@clown-machine

it is indeed! its so funny you call em lil aliens bc thats so close to how i describe them to people: "its like if a spider and a cricket had a baby and then that baby had a baby with an alien," ahaha. 11/10, absolutely absurd creatures.

its always so fun finding other folks who love them, bc they get such a bad rap! its such a shame, because theyre harmless, charismatic little guys! they seriously have such big personalities if you take the time to get to know them.

fun fact: despite the name, camel crickets arent actually crickets! theyre related, but camel crickets are in the family Rhaphidophoridae, whereas "true" crickets are in the family "Gryllidae." i believe theyre actually more closely related to katydids, funny enough?

they actually dont chirp; not only are they wingless and thus unable to produce the sound, it would serve them no purpose, because theyre totally deaf! a true crickets tympanum -the organ they hear with- is located in their front legs, but on camel crickets the tympanum is entirely absent! their vision is also VERY poor; they mostly distinguish light things from dark things. instead, they mostly rely on touch to sense the world around them, making those ridiculous looking extra long antennae super important. theyre also very sensitive to vibrations and air currents, which is why they react to the "sound" of our footstep!

and YEAH their jump is IMPRESSIVE, isnt it? they can jump about 3 feet high!

but yeah. needless to say, i ADORE these lil weirdos, ahaha 💚 im happy to have this lil fella (his name is Bagel) in my life, and im looking forward to watching him grow into a big healthy boingboing! 💚

[universesrising]

Ooooo what are everyone's wings? Are they biological? Are they artificial for certain team members (Zane and Pixal)? Are the wings connected to the elements of a master or the product of magic shenanigans? Very neat designs as well and I love Jay's wing design here!

[initiating wall-of-text.exe... please stand by]

OKAY SO! we've seen jay's wings, how the notable thing about lightning are the baubles on the tips of them and their usually vibrant colors. another thing to note is that these baubles usually glow, since they're quite literally full of lightning. think a weird solid plasma ball. they stop glowing when he's asleep.

the others, let's go with cole first. cole's wings are HUGE, so he's very slow to get in the air and in flying in general. they've got armor too in the form of all them rock-scales, so they're also heavy, hence the clumsiness. not easy to take this man down when he's on the ground, but in the air... yikes.

kai's wings are pretty neat, because they are ALWAYS GLOWING. the entire wings. all the time. fire is just like that, funny bioluminescent scales. unlike jay's glow this never stops ever. since he's also water descended he does have a bit of the [ALSO GLOWING] patterns that come with that, so all in all he is just a VERY SHINY boy.

nya is much the same. she is not spared from her brother's shininess. except her water descendant markings are both more prominent and much brighter than the rest of her wings.

lloyd?? has four wings?? [thank you legogeek] and they are very green and gold?? built for speed, like jay's, but other than that literally no one knows what's going on with him. help this man.

now ZANE. you have a very good question. cause the nature of the Gifted usually wouldn't include androids in the whole shebang, but zane?? has wings?? that DEFINITELY weren't there when he was created. so how did that happen?? in-universe, zane has extremely complicated origins in general, but basically long story short, your local ice dragon took one look at him and said "my son." and well. yeah. turns out androids can also become Gifted if a dragon is VERY determined about it. his wings themselves, they don't quite match color-wise to a regular descendant of ice, since he's, y'know, made of metal, but the talons [the Way To Tell for ice descendants] look as if they're made of ice, though are very strong and sharp and please do not touch them

[also it's the dragons themselves that choose the GIfted, fun lore fact!]

the wings themselves are most certainly part of them once they become Gifted, even for zane [pixal is not a Gifted in the au SOBS]. it acts like they've always been there, save for the adjustment period of "oh stars how do i move these limbs i have literally never had before??".

in terms of elements, the wings are connected to them, technically, since what your wings are determine what your element is. it's easy to tell a Gifted's element this way, going off of the specific attributes each wing has [jay's baubles, kai's G L O W, etc].

to expand on how the wings are given, yes, as i said before, it's the dragons that choose a Gifted. every once in a while, a dragon or a few travel to Ninjago to select their Gifted. once they find their chosen, through - yes - magical shenanigans, they give their wings to them, and i mean that quite literally. one dragon usually comes along specifically for being the team bus driver to bring the now-wingless dragons back to the First Realm.

and that is Lore Part 2 of the Wing!AU! thank you very much for this question and the ability to scream about this lovely lil thing some more. i am entirely normal about wings. trust me.

[and i'm glad you like jay's design! even if i did forgET TO COLOR SOMETHING PROPERLY-]

[peppered-moths]

oh wow hey look its me back at it again!

dizzy on the comedown by turnover is another of those songs that's very generic but also super specific vibes, and in this case it's majorwood (of course /lh)

specifically these lines: "Let it hypnotize you / I'm still here right beside you" and "Find a way up into your head / So I can make you feel like new again" - screamingallium

i'm finally feeling sane enough to answer asks again so sorry

for some reason i can imagine them dancing to this song, no idea why i just vibe with it so much <3

"You're always back and forth like the clock on the wall / I want to know about you" - there's a funny thing about time. it goes so quickly exactly when you don't want it to. how long has it been? how much longer will it be? how much longer until they're separated again, until it's like they never knew each other in the first place?

"If I stay do you think that we could change your routine? / I know a trick, I've always got a few up my sleeve" - martyn stays. martyn doesn't stay. it's in his nature, but not in his instincts. he stayed once. he couldn't hold ren's hand when he died. he'll be there for scott. no matter what. he'll stay.

"This life is controlled confusion / It's just a grand illusion" - who shouts at the sky? who tells the world to stop spinning? who decides to walk away, decides no, i won't play the game today. who's strong enough to even think it?

"And you ask me "How do you feel when you're away?" / And you ask me "How do you pass the days?" - what is it like, i wonder. to never be alone. to know there's someone at your back, ready to kill for you. ready to die for you. martyn thinks it'll never be worth it. scott thinks it'll never be enough. they muddle through, somehow.

"Let it hypnotize you / I'm still here right beside you" - i'll always be here. i won't leave. hand in hand, watching judgement fall from the sky, watching a canary, wingless, alone. the beginning of the end. there is blood in their lungs. there is blood under scott's fingernails. he smiles, sharp, deadly, and there's nowhere else martyn would rather be.

"Hold my hand, you can follow my lead / You're like a ballerina twirling round on your feet" - they don't dance on the island. it's too much. they both know how. they both wonder if, maybe, they'd think of someone else first. scott holds out his hand. martyn takes it. it's the day before the end of the world; what do they have left to lose?

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Hmmmmmmmmm

Irza definitely has a temper but he also has the "I really don't care" behavior. If he caught Vara he probably wouldn't hurt the cat, he'd be more confused bc fairies exist in that world but fairies are actually treated horribly and used in potions.....he'd wonder why a wingless fairy (which isn't too strange since some will just have wings taken and then be tossed aside...) has cat features and is even in his house. But that's it the borrower was actually living in his house.—There's also the chance he finds the borrower outside, which would mainly end with him staring and walking away unless an accident got Vara into a pocket or bag...

And if he was caught? Irza wouldn't touch it, he'd use his shadows and just trap their legs in place. Then you'd have to get through his questioning bc there's no way he wouldn't be suspicious of a tiny person in his house

Some thoughts I had for aus would mainly be Irza as the giant bc yes...and I'd make several different ones, I love first meetings and I can't decide which one is better so I'll use em all. Vara would be the gentlest giant but he'd get his hands really chewed on by Irza, that guy won't change at all! The ideas go from doing crossovers to my fairy story, borrower, and even just someone shrinking them. There's so many powers in their world, who's to say someone can't change the sizes of things?

And I didn't even realize the nom compatible thing with Irza until recently

Vara finding tiny little villain Voidshire instead of a fight and having to argue with himself over whether to turn him in or help him...btw tho bc of Vara's mixed races he has huge cat instincts so that would be possible for like mouthplay but probably not anything more, you just gotta be careful bc he reacts to everyone like that...but he's so nice he catches bugs and mice and releases every one outside. Irzayn hates mice bc of them eating his homework the one time (which was just a really funny canon thing), but this also means if he doesn't see that the borrower is humanoid he could very well kill them by impulse

Song that fits Vara: Luke Bryan—Most people are good

We all love the sweet Varazae cat

And if that's what you think~~ Ezephr would say thank for mwahahaha (there is such a deep reason that mixes all of the above into that answer bc he'd be smiling while being killed and thanking his killer)

okay okay you got me to read it and of course now i have to answer

whaa fairies exist?? elaborate?? what purpose do they serve??? also in and case i love that they do bc i can imagine vara being pretty lost if irza ever addresses his confusion- (as a borrower, would vara know about fairies?)

OOO tinies falling into bags is the BESTTTTT (btw becky if you see this, you somehow always manage to stroll right down my alley every single time with your fics!!! how do you do that?? it's so cool >:DDD or. new theory. you writing the fics makes the trope automatically top tier because you wrote it :00)

AHHHH i loveeeeee the shadow thing oh my GOD that would be so confusing for vara and AJJFSAJSDJ ksdkasdasdasdsads multiple hands in g/t is rarely touched but i think it's pretty cool- i mean i know it's not directly irza's hands but STILL that concept is just /pos to me :D

ah yes the good ol' interrogating a terrified borrower :D <3

yesss g!irza >:3c

AHHH these ideas are all so lovely and LMAO for irza eating vara's fingers AJVDS i bet he'd try and get vara's claws to use for personal use like a new and improved hook JDSJ (the only thing on my mind when i type that is the line from 30 rock "gimmie your fingernails!" "no!" LMAOAOO)

i like the lane of someone having sizeshifting powers. maybe some person is tired of their hero/villain bickering and just shrink one of them to force them to stop and focus on something else FDLDSJAJA

aw everyone just finds all the right g/t buttons for me- fucking tinies helping their human? FUCK YEAH!!!

LMAO they ate his homework??? 😭😭 that is genuinely the best thing i have heard about this au ever- it's the useless bit of canon that makes my brain go brrrrrr like that thing with curiositybur will never fail to make me happy. the fact that serenityinnit just walks around staring at the world like he's never seen it before (which he hasn't) is FUNNY and USELESS but the BEST

ooooooo vara's gotta run off of reflexes then, let's hope he survives!

OO that's a cool song! usually country isn't my jam (is that considered country?) but that is an exception fs!

yesyesyeys beloved catboy

and hmhmhhmhmmhmhmmhhmmhm love him smiling, i strive to be ezephr when i'm being killed :D

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Save Me From Myself - Leone Abbacchio

The best thing that could ever happen in my life is to become a part of the gang Passione - Or, to be more specific, a part of Buccellati’s team, filled with people with so many past issues that somehow manage to work together and support each other with everything they’ve got, despite their huge differences.

We have, from youngest to oldest, we have:

Giorno, a super cute and pure angel of a kid who is super smart and ambitious. Fugo, a super smart and caring yet hella violent kid who can’t control his temper. Narancia, ADD kiddo who behaves like a 10 year old, but is funny and has nice dance moves. Mista, hella funny guy and easy going, but can get distracted by weird things. Bruno, the mum of the group, everyone loves and looks up to him. And we have Abbacchio, who’s the oldest, acts somehow like the responsible dad of the group, yet he’s more of a very gloomy wine dad.

Of course, being a part of Bruno’s team, we already know each other’s backstories and we know how to support and protect each other when we need it, both morally and emotionally, since, after all, nobody is made of ice or stone.

But that is something that perhaps neither Abbacchio nor I chose to admit...Or maybe we already know that, but we don’t want to say it out loud, because if we do, it will make it real, and we don’t want the bad parts to be real.

When we have pair up missions, I’d usually be paired with Abbacchio, since apparently, we make quite a good team, and can’t say that I complain - He knows when to stay silent, when to make a witty or sarcastic comment, has very nice dark jokes and can be a great conversation partner, especially when it comes to music and bands.

What I realised, however, that I’m not sure everyone knows, is that Abbacchio has a dose of self-hatred so large that it would include the dose of everyone from the team...No, rather said, of all Italy.

Unfortunately, when you’re someone like me, you can easily realise when someone isn’t doing mentally and emotionally too well, and what’s worse, as an empath, you can feel it just like an arrow impaling your heart.

It’s already been about a year since Giorno joined our team and for some reason, things started taking a turn for the unexpected whenever we’d have our weekly restaurant gatherings.

It all started when Mista got himself a girlfriend, and honestly, everyone was shocked because so far, nobody actually had any kind of love life, but we were all super proud and happy for him. He has always been a fun and easy going guy, very adventurous and this charm of his unexpectedly drew interesting girls to him, and managed to get completely head over heels with one.

Three weeks later, Mista couldn’t come to the hang out because he was taking his girlfriend on a date out of the city, but we found out that Giorno, with his really cute tricks and natural innocent charm, found himself in a relationship with a flower girl, very kind and sweet. They met when she was walking her puppy and he pulled on the leash so hard that she fell, but Giorno caught her and helped her out with the puppy, and it was love at first sight.

Of course, we were all very happy for them, because obviously, Giorno deserves the best in life...

And yet, it was weird when we were so few at the table at weekend hang outs.

It didn’t take long for Bruno to fall for a beautiful singer at a jazz bar, who, he found out, always bought meals for children of the streets and bought them clothes and tried to take care of them the best she could.

And now that our Mum friend was busy with his beloved, we are told by Fugo that he also managed to find a girl who is extremely calm, patient and intelligent, just his type, and they are planning a few museum and bookshop dates, as well of some very chill hang outs in the park.

Not even a week later, it was only me, Abbacchio and Narancia at the table, but the little duck was overly enthusiastic today, and told us that he found a girl who doesn’t mind his energetic and airhead personality and wants to take HIM out on an arcade date, and he needs some dating advice so he wouldn’t screw up.

“These kids are so pure and adorable, don’t you think, Leone?” I let out an amused breath, realising that, by now, it was only I and him at the table. “Yeah...They are. they deserve it.” he nodded simply, yet he seemed to not be over with his thoughts. “You seem like you want to say something else. Do you have anything on your mind that you’d like to share?...Hold up, is that lipstick on your neck?” I ask in a gentle voice, that turned into a gasp, which made him hum as he closed his eyes and think over, trying to wipe away the lipstick from his skin. “Well, I suppose I should say it after all. I asked a girl out and we’re going on a date next weekend, so I won’t be present for our weekly hang out...Not that it would make much of a difference, considering we’re the only ones left.” hearing him say that so nonchalantly, broke my heart in very little pieces, but at the same time, I was happy for him. “Woaw, that’s great, I’m so happy for you, Abba! I hope she’s everything you wish for and that you’ll both be happy together!” I congratulated him, but he only let out an amused breath, looking away slightly. “Yeah...Thanks, I guess.” he spoke in a low voice, seemingly absent minded. “You still have something on your mind -... No, rather said, on your heart. Is it something you’d rather keep to yourself?” I ask in a softer voice, leaning a bit on the table. “I’m not sure...” he trailed on, before glancing at him, blinking but not saying anything for a while. “Well, doesn’t matter, I’m not really a talker anyway. I have to go. See you around, Kat.” he nodded at me before leaving the restaurant, leaving me alone. “Bye...” I mutter to myself, staring at the empty seat in front of me.

It was then that I was reminded just how alone I really was, even when surrounded by people that I hold dear, and in turn, hold me dear... Well, not that it really mattered now anyway, since I was truly alone now, both spiritually and physically.

I got up from my seat and started walking around the city aimlessly, not really knowing what to do. When everyone else wasn’t so busy, I’d cling on one of them, depending on the mood I had at the moment...But now?  Now I feel like nothing more than a wingless bird, or a paper plane in the wind, just trying to stay in the air.

Everywhere I looked, everyone was happy, everyone had someone that made them happy, and in turn, would make said person happy... And then I’d think at myself, and I’d find nothing more than an endless void of nothingness.

It’s true, I used to date someone too, before Giorno joined us, but...I never, even once, missed one of our hang outs.  I suppose the team, my family, for me, was always more important than a relationship that may or may not be fleeting. And...I suppose that’s why my ex kept speaking like that to me, and seeing me in such a bad light. A difference in ideals and mind views that is so radical is never going to work out.

I already miss my Family, despite of how dysfunctional we all are.

How odd.

The next weekend, I went to the restaurant at the regular time, hoping that I would see at least one of the guys... But I was merely lying to myself, or my heart, that is. My brain already knew I was going to be alone.

One week, two weeks, three weeks...

The only time I’d meet them is when we’d have to go on missions or stuff like that.

I can’t believe how fast happiness can disappear...It’s almost like it never existed in the first place. How is that fair?

Why am I the only one left alone? Am I really that much of a bad person? Am I really that bad? Or ugly? Or annoying? Or what the hell is wrong with me? And more, what the hell is wrong with my heart? Why does it hurt so much? Why do I keep feeling the need to break down and cry every night with no exception? But I’m not sure what’s worse, the fact that I feel the need to cry my emotions out and scream my frustrations out at the sky... Or the fact that I can’t?

For the love of God, I can’t express my emotions, I can’t feel them, or maybe I feel too many at once and they threaten to explode, hell, I don’t even understand anything anymore.

This...Is really not fair at all...

About two months into this whole mess, I found myself going out by the sea every night, drinking some red wine that Abbacchio always drank and surprisingly, wasn’t too bad for my tastes, and I would just stare at the sky and let my emotions pour out, but not without cursing myself for looking like an alcoholic.

What was different that night, however, was a very familiar voice that seemed rather irked, continued by a very pitched and nagging female voice.

It sounded like Abbacchio...But I could always be mistaken. After all, drinking a whole bottle of red wine by myself wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

They seemed to be arguing...I don’t know...I wouldn’t want to intervene in their couple affairs. Or at least, that’s what I said, until I heard a loud slapping sound, followed by a deathly silence, which is when I realised that the woman he was with slapped him.

I may not be his girlfriend, but godamn it, nobody treats my family like that...

I marched to where the sound of the woman yelling at him came from, and despite possibly being a bit wobbly, I wasn’t even sure, I glared at her, catching her wrist before she could slap him once again.

“Who the hell are you?! Who do you think you are, getting between me and my boyfriend like that?! You look like some drunk slut from the highway, we have no money for your cheap ass!” she shrieked in my face, trashing violently, but I made no hostile move, except for glaring blankly at her. “He’s my family...And I’ll be dead before I allow anyone to treat my family with such disrespect.” I spoke in a low and threatening voice, gripping her wrist tighter. “It’s fine, Katrina, I deserved it.” Abbacchio tried to defend his girlfriend, but I was having none of it. “No, it’s not fine. And you didn’t deserve it. Nobody deserves to be treated like that by the person they love.” I reply simply, but that seemed to make hell break loose. “Oh my GOD! Leone, this is all your fault! Who the hell made you know such a fucking annoying chick like her who doesn’t mind her own damn business?! Screw it, I’m going home! You owe me a nice fucking date next time!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, before pushing me away and stomping in the opposite direction. “God damn it...” Abbacchio’s low voice was barely audible. “Are you okay, Abba...? Does it hurt where she slapped you? Can I heal it with my Stand?” I tried to reach out instinctively with my hands, but he slapped them away harshly, glaring at me, which made me widen my eyes in shock. “Abba...?” I was barely able to speak out. “What the fuck is your problem?! Why do you have to put your nose everywhere that doesn’t concern you? That was MY girlfriend! My date, my problem, my responsibility! ALL mine! You never stop trying to pry into others’ business, under the pretext that we’re family and you want the best for us, but have you ever thought that maybe we DON’T need OR want that?!” it was the first time he spoke so harshly and aggressive toward me, that I had to take a few steps back, away from him, then turn around to hide the tears streaming down my face. “Okay. I won’t bother you ever again. I’m sorry I’m such a bother for everyone around me. Goodbye.” I manage to speak in a shaky voice, as I started walking back towards the place where I stood previously, but I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. “W-Wait...Are you crying...?” Leone spoke in an unsure voice, as if he was somehow taken back to reality. “That shouldn’t concern you, should it? It’s none of your business and you shouldn’t pry so much into it. That IS what you said, right, Abbacchio? Who cares about poor little, annoying Katrina, after all? Nobody. Let it remain that way. Who knows, maybe you’ll have the look to completely get rid of me very soon.” I slapped his hand away, before disappearing into the night, not even bothering to hear him out anymore.

From then on, I wasn’t even able to fake my happiness, my face remaining blank and emotionless for most of the time, and I’d only stay around the team for as long the mission needed me, and then I’d just leave back home, to my little safe heaven where I could be myself... But honestly, I couldn’t even be myself there, for I wouldn’t even be able to cry out my feelings or anything of the sort, and for the most time, I’d just watch a movie or listen to music, without feeling anything at all, just wasting my time blankly.

The other guys would voice their concerns quite often and loud, since I wasn’t my usual calming, gentle and happy go lucky self anymore, and it was clear that something was wrong...Especially when I refused to stay anywhere near the silver haired man.

It wasn’t until Bruno paired me up with said man that hell broke loose in a way, and the whole drive to the assigned place was filled with awkward silence, with Abbacchio trying to make conversation by asking if I like the song that’s on or I want to change it, but I didn’t bother giving him any answer, merely looking in front of me as I drove.

By the time we got to the docks to investigate the place, I walked away from him to do my job, but he just stood there, staring into the horizon, trying to say something, but something was keeping him - Most likely his own walls he created.

“We should talk.” he finally spoke up after excruciating minutes. “Really?” I asked sarcastically, now even bothering to look at him. “What were you doing at the beach that night?” he asked after a long pause. “Strictly confidential.” I replied blankly, looking at the little dock house. “What...?!” my response seemed to shock him since I was never so harsh and direct with him, always preferring to speak with a gentler and softer way. “It’s none of your business, is it? Your words, not mine.” I explained as I got inside and looked around the place. “I didn’t mean that. Not a word I said.” he tried to say, but I cut him off fast. “Activate your Stand already, stop wasting time.” I got out, looking at him with a bored expression. “Besides, words spoken always have a meaning and consequences. Action-Reaction, like in Physics, y’know?” I pointed out, as I took a seat on one of the logs around. “Look, I know I fucked up. I lashed out at you for no reason, and I’m sorry about that. I want to make it up to you. You were right to worry about me. Anyone from the team would have done the same. I was an asshole with you, I know that. I let my feelings go out of control... I'm just that kinda guy... a worthless guy who can't see anything through to the end. I always screw it up halfway through.” he spoke now more than I’ve ever heard him before, but the way he described himself made me cringe. “Don’t...Speak like that about yourself...” I muttered, shifting my gaze from him to Moody Blues. “Huh? Even now, after I was such an asshole with you, you try to protect me? Aren’t you an angel?” he chuckled lightly, which only made me sneer. “Shut up. I’m sorry for caring about you and for not wanting you to go through what I’ve been through. But I should’ve known better. You’re 21, you already have enough experience to know what you get yourself into. I won’t say a word next time, don’t worry. I promised not to bother anyone again.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my legs to get more comfortable in my seat. “That guy really was a bastard, wasn’t he...?” he muttered with a somehow softened expression. “Don’t try to turn this around. This conversation isn’t about me and nor should you be concerned about me or my feelings in any way.” I reminded him once again, but he was always a stubborn guy. “Lately, I’ve been feeling worse and worse...I guess I just needed a distraction. I never held any feelings for that woman, nor did she for me.” he tried to justify himself, but I merely shrugged. “I don’t see how that concerns me in any way.” I scoffed in annoyance. “You’re the only one I’d trust with my feelings.” he spoke after a brief silence, but I could only laugh sardonically. “Oh, really? Really, now? Are you sure you want to say that after that night? Because, as far as I’m concerned, you want me out of your life! Why would you even bother trying to justify your actions to someone like me anyway?!” I got up, glaring at him dead on. “Look, I give you every right to be mad at me! You can go ahead and punch me or kick me or slap me or whatever, it doesn’t matter, I won’t feel anything so if it will make you feel better, lash out your anger on me, I’d deserve it anyway.” he spoke a bit louder, yet he wore his raw feelings on his sleeve. “Why...Would I do that? You, of all people, should know that I would never, in a million years, do something like that, no matter how angry I am. Are you trying to mock me...?” I narrowed my eyes at him, but he merely shook his head. “I’m trying to get you to forgive me. I’m just very bad at this whole feel-thing...Or people-thing. You already know my past and I’m pretty sure you figured by now why I act the way I act. It’s not rocket science. So just...Tell me what to do to get you to forgive me and be the way we were before. I can’t stand the idea of you hating me.” his voice became much softer and more emotional by the end of it, something uncharacteristic of him. “I don’t hate you.” I looked down, crossing my arms. “You don’t...?” he stepped forward, his face shocked. “I can’t. No matter how much I want to hate you for what you did...I can’t.” I mutter, biting my lip, averting my eyes away from him, until...”Hey...Doesn’t that look oddly enough like your girlfriend...?” I ask breathlessly as Moody Blues took the shape of the girl at the beach. “Oh, great...My hookup is a villain Stand user. Great news.” he facepalmed in anger, before he ran full speed towards me, pushing me away. “Look out!” “Wh-What...?! Leone...?!” I gasped in shock, seeing him on the ground, a really ugly wound on his torso. “Guess we have to kill her.” he chuckled weakly, as I could feel a drop of sweat run down my back. “Damn it, you idiot! You shouldn’t have done that! Why the hell would you do something like that?!” I freaked out, looking at his bleeding wound. “I’ll tell you if I make it through this.” he wore the ghost of a smile that almost challenged me. “...You always know how to irk me the wrong way, don’t you?” I grit my teeth, before I got up, activating my Stand. “I’m not a violent person, chickadee, but now you’ve done it. You really got me mad.” I growled, creating blasting shots of water and throwing them at the woman in front of me. “Awww, what is it? Were you jealous, after all? Were you after my man all this time~?” she giggled, throwing her own blasts of whatever kind of energy that was. “I have no reason to be jealous. Especially not on someone like you.” I smirk as I made molecules of water depart from the actual blast, that would glue themselves on her skin and would get absorbed into her organism. “Oh, really? Can you really afford to say that, even now, knowing that he fucked me?” she laughed condescendingly, but she had no idea what a gruesome demise she’d have. “I almost pity you, you know? You seem like the kind of person who never knew what love is...Not that I’m sympathetic to you in any way. But sure, use that as an excuse to pretend you’re not just an empty shell of yourself.” I chuckled, before snapping my fingers together, which made her explode. “Au revoir.” I flipped my hair, looking at the place she was at just a few seconds ago, before rushing to the fallen ally. “That was pretty cool.” Abbacchio smirked breathlessly. “Guess my plan worked. I tried to look cool in front of you.” I let out an amused breath, before I took off his top, focusing the water to regenerate the cells on his wound so he would heal. “It worked damn well.” he said in a lower voice, watching me heal his wound. “Next time, don’t do that. I almost had a heart attack.” I bit my lip, not daring to meet his gaze. “It’s fine...I don’t feel anything. I haven’t in a long while.” he tried to make light of the situation, but I knew. I knew the truth, but I couldn’t say anything.

I didn’t even realise that I stopped healing him until tears started falling down my cheeks without any means to stop.

“H-Hey, why are you crying? I was joking, don’t take me so seriously-” he tried to take that back, but I knew better. “Don’t do that...Don’t. Just don’t. I already know...I know that so much that it hurts...” I manage to speak, hiding my face with my hands, not wanting him to see me crying. “Hey, come on...No need to cry over someone like me. Your pretty face should shine with a smile all the time, not cry.” he put his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. “Don’t act so brave in front of me, it’s annoying. Not when I already know how much you’re hurting...I understand you so well...I’m just too scared to say it out loud...But lately, I couldn’t even pretend that it’s not true. That’s why...I wanted to protect you from everything bad that would make you feel even worse...” I tried to explain myself, until I felt a kiss on the top of my head. “Look, I’ll be frank. I love you. I’m done hiding. I didn’t want to say anything ‘cause you deserve better, not a depressed guy who’s stuck in the past. You deserve someone bright and caring like Buccellati who’d treat you like a princess and all that. I’m not worthy of your feelings.” he stroked my hair gently, pouring all his feelings out. “Don’t...Say that...Ever again. Look at me...You think I’m any better? Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve felt all this time since you all got too busy for your family? Do you have any idea how bad I felt without you guys around? As if before that wasn’t bad enough...Now I’ve become an even greater mess. I either cry randomly, or feel nothing at all. I don’t even know what I am or what I feel anymore...And you say you’re no good for me? Did you hit your head too or what?” I spoke out everything I had to say, not even feeling embarrassed or scared anymore. “Don’t say that...You will regret it later on. I can’t even help myself, how could I possibly support you emotionally in any way?” he asks in a self-deprecating tone. “You’re impossible...” I sigh dramatically, as I raise my head and cupping his face, I capture his purple-painted lips in a tender kiss, with enough passion to show him that I mean it, but gentle enough, almost as if afraid that either of us would break from the pent up emotions that kept overwhelming us. “Are you sure...?” he mutters, his eyes wide in surprise. “If you want another one, you can just say so.” I smirk softly, before he put one arm around me, while his other hand was on the back of my head, and he pulled me into another kiss, just as full of love. “Do I really have to ask?” he let out an amused breath. “No. I’ll just let you steal them.” I could feel the ghost of a side-smile creeping on my face as I helped him get up from the ground. “Well, mission complete. Let’s go back home now. We gotta report to our dear Capo, after all.” I intertwined my fingers with his. “There’s gonna be a lot of explaining to do. How bothersome.” he said, yes the chuckle betrayed his words. “Hey, I’ll just look at the bright side. I won’t have to sit at the restaurant table by myself anymore.” I shrugged with an innocent smile on my face. “Low blow, tesoro. Low blow.” he shook his head, yet he was smiling, just as much.

[phantomphangphucker]

Ectober Day 16: Locks - This Is A Little Bit Much Chap. 1 - My Ghost Just Got Squared

What does the ghost of a half-ghost look like?

Danny sighs at the board, philosophy mixed with ghosts and his parents' tech was honestly more concerning than it had any right to be. Watching as his teacher slaps a hand on the whiteboard, “everyone's ghost is locked away inside them. Existing in its base undefined state. Waiting for deaths key to imprint on it it’s true form”. Before pointing at the guest, who’s wearing a white lab doctor's coat, “Dr. Lewis here, lovingly provided to us by the Fenton’s, will be demonstrating this in a way I’m sure you’ll find riveting”.

Anyone who wasn’t paying attention, which wasn’t very many since nearly everyone always did when something was about ghosts, is acutely interested now. As Dr. Lewis stands up, waving around what looked like a neon green mirror on a red sliver handle, “this device, the Ghost Mirroring Key, will allow us to glimpse inside the keyhole. See what your ghosts look like at their base form at your current age”, Danny groans internally as the guy keeps talking, “now because ghosts often retain the clothing they died in, none of your clothing will change or glow. All we’ll see here is your basic ghosts ghostly attributes. Skin colour, hair colour, ear shape, if you have claws, if you have fangs, eye colour, and any other more unique traits. Such as equipment, flames, permanent ghostly tail, or even a cape or cloak”.

Needless to say, Danny’s a bit freaked out by this. Just how much like Phantom will he look? What about Dan? It’s always haunted him wondering just how much of Dan was Danny and how much was Vlad. Because physically? The only Vlad attributes he had was the cape and red eyes. The rest was all stuff either both of them had or just Danny.

Watching his parents' doctor friend, Dr. Lewis, pass around the little mirror-like palm-sized plates; and tentatively taking his own. Danny’s not exactly surprised that everyone else is eager, they really don’t have any reason not to be. And honestly? Danny was curious too. Just way less curious and far more nervous. If anything Danny’s more curious about what his friends will look like. Man he wishes they were in the same class. But pretty well everyone in grade twelve was doing this, okay, it was probably everyone. Something tells Danny that this was going to become something of a senior year tradition. Getting to glimpse your ghost for a day.

Dr. Lewis clears his throat, sitting on the corner of the desk, “now that that’s all sorted, simply place your hand on the device for ten seconds. You’ll turn invisible for a few seconds before gracing us all with your ghostly selves”.

Danny only stares down at it, watching his reflection and mentally making black hair white and blue eyes green; while the rest of his class instantly uses it. Glancing his eyes around, Danny can’t help but snort at Dash looking like a green wingless gargoyle. Expected, but still funny. Kwan literally looks the same but purple-skinned and red-eyed. Paulina, who’s fingers are just a little too long with pink skin and long lazily flaming red hair, is fawning over Star's white hair and green eyes. While Star goes on about how every ghost and human wouldn’t be able to look away from Paulina’s hair. Which just descends into them complimenting each other back and forth.

Looking around the rest of the room, no one really looks scary. Dale’s fangs stick over his lips, Todd’s claws are closer to blades, and Mikey didn’t have lips at all; but no one really looked non-human. Well okay, Lily has a second set of arms.

Danny bites his lip and looks back down to his ‘mirror’ before getting slightly started by Dash, “what? You afraid of your own ghost Fentit? Or are you just afraid it’ll be as weak and loserish as you”.

Dale laughs, “of course! Poor little freak won’t be able to look at himself without screaming!”.

Jasper sighs and shakes his head, “guys be nice, this is probably horrifying for the guy. Today will be like an exercise in not running away for him”.

Danny grumbles as he side-eyes the jocks, “that’s honestly more insulting than helpful”, before looking back to the mirror. Getting startled again by someone kicking his foot.

Turning around to see Valerie, he’d honestly forgotten she was in this class too, seeing as neither often showed up or showed up on the same days. Danny has to restrain a smirk at her red skin as she points a clawed hand at Danny’s mirror. Speaking while rolling her purple eyes, “just do it. I mean I can deal and you know how I hate ghosts”.

Danny grunts but turns back around, biting his lip again before tentatively putting his hand on the ‘glass’. Of course, putting this off meant everyone was staring at him.

Danny flips over his clawed whitish-green hand a few times, it also glowed far more vibrantly than was normal. While Paulina cries out, “what?! Why’d that loser freak have to get white hair too!”. While Dash huffs, “yeah, Fentina is nowhere near cool enough to share colours with Phantom”.

Danny looks down into the mirrored surface in time to spot Valerie’s red hand pat at Danny’s flaming hair. How funny that looked is the only thing really stopping Danny from cringing at his reflection. White flaming hair was very very Dan. Least he still had his green eyes, which like everything else, were glowing strangely bright. Danny’s just chalking that up to him already being partway ghost. He’s got no clue why there’s a tip of green flames to his hair though.

Most of the class goes back to talking in their little groups while Danny checks out his, fuck those are bigger than Dan’s what the fuck?, fangs; and sticking out his, pointed and elongated but thankfully not forked, tongue.

Danny tilts his head back as Valerie taps on his shoulder, resulting in her snorting at his face, “green eyes too? You better make sure you don’t get offed wearing monochromes”, squinting at him, “what’s up with your glow though?”.

Danny shrugs, he had no damn clue, “well I am around my folks' stuff and frequently get accidentally shot by it. Probably been accidentally consuming ectoplasm for years”. Valerie hums in agreement.

Dr. Lewis claps his hands, “remember this only lasts for a few hours. So enjoy your unlocked states while you can. And please, try not to get unlocked permanently through natural means anytime soon. Ghosts may have powers and you may all look very cool, but they’re still dead”.

Danny can’t help but chuckle, he was never going to see this look again. Since he couldn’t actually fully die anymore.

Putting his chin in his palm as Dr. Lewis walks around to look people over, causing Danny to notice there are white flames where they logically shouldn’t be if it was his hair. Looking down at his chest and going wide-eyed at the white and not weirdly brightly glowing flames of what he damn well recognises as his cape. The sides pinned together via two green skulls and a smoking shadowy black chain. Sticking his left hand behind him to scrunch up the familiar plush-lined velvet fabric, with a mental groan. Of course, that was here! Before near panickedly groping through his hair flames for the crown. His hand stilling as his fingers push against the flaming metal, that’s why there’s green tipping! His crown is literally hiding inside his hair, since it wasn’t actually meant for someone with fucking flaming hair. Danny can’t help but laugh over the image of the crown just floating above the flames, like two feet above his head. Like a damn sims icon. Ancients that would look silly!

Danny leans back in his chair and stares down at his Ring Of Suffering, of course, something like this would be imprinted on the very base of his ghost.

Overhearing Dr. Lewis speaking to Valerie, “I’m not surprised at least one of you has a cape”, making Danny look behind him, this time actually noticing that Valerie’s got a cape. Red and thin with black lining. From the looks of it, Danny guesses it’s about knee length, unlike his which drags across the ground for about a foot. Dr. Lewis continues but is addressing the whole class this time, “having things like artifacts or tools. Such as a guitar or maybe a ring. Means that something is a source of power for your ghost, that other ghosts don’t naturally have”.

Todd laughs as he smacks the whip on his hip, “so we’re basically better ghosts”.

Dr. Lewis tilts his hand in the air, “you could put it that way, yes, but it’s more so that you have a niche and special skill. This could be a bad thing in some situations”, while Danny mentally grumbles about how being High Ghost King did indeed suck sometimes, Dr. Lewis clears his throat, “as for capes or cloaks. They’re simply signs of power, skill and leadership in some form. Ghosts with capes or cloaks are always a cut above the rest. The apex ghosts so to speak. More fanciful capes and cloaks, means more powerful or important. Things like length, number of colours, accessories, details, etcetera. A ghost with a simple brown cloak would be below, so to speak, a ghost with a simple brown cloak that had clasps”.

Danny easily hears Valerie mutter, “damn fucking right. Even my ghost is better than ghosts”. Making Danny chuckle, before tensing up over Dr. Lewis looking him over. Mentally chanting, ‘don’t notice the crown, don’t notice the crown, don’t notice the crown’. While the rest of the class comment about how ‘of course little miss gymnastics would be a powerful ghost’.

Dr. Lewis pokes at one of the large green skull clasps with a raised eyebrow, chucking, “I’m not sure if Maddie and Jack would be proud or bothered. You’re going to be something impressive”, he laughs, “well here’s hoping you don’t retain you skittishness of ghosts in the afterlife”.

Danny’s about to thank his lucky stars before Dr. Lewis parts away some of Danny’s hair flames and raises both eyebrows at Danny, “well then. I’m not going to claim to understand how or even why. Just do me a favour and don’t be a human-hating ghost”.

Danny gives the guy an awkward nod and just decides to be glad that Dr. Lewis’s body blocked him from the rest of his classmates' sight. Valerie of course, heard everything, being the only person sitting near Danny. Whispering at him, “so that green isn’t part of your hair”. Danny just shrugs awkwardly.

When the bell rings, Danny doesn’t really want to stand up but he’s also brutally curious about his other friends now. He already knows they’ll look at Valerie and smirk. Then look at him and cringe. Well, it’ll probably be in reverse order but still.

Valerie whacks him on the arm, “well get up you lucky, or unlucky I don’t really know, asshole. Also fuck that cape’s soft”. Danny chuckles and rubs his neck, “tell me about it. Pretty sure the inside is damn plush, I could sleep in it”.

Valerie snorts as she gets up and starts walking, looking back at him, “you got a damn napping cape. Figures”. Danny can’t help but blink and start laughing, before shaking his head and getting up; cape tail flopping onto the ground.

Resulting in whom ever’s still in the classroom to stop talking, as now that Danny’s not slouching or hidden by the chair the capes collar flames are extremely noticeable. Danny walking out to whispers over the cape and how it’s ‘highly decorated’ and ‘really fancy’.

Shouldering his way past Dash and his merry band of pricks, while Dash sneers, green fangs on full display, “wow I’m surprised Fentaco hasn’t run screaming yet. What? Am I not scary enough?”, making a point to attempt at snarling.

Danny, kind of done with Dash’s shit and having the confidence and pride boost of his kings wear, rolls his eyes, “hardly”, smirking and baring his own fangs a little, “and Dash, this is how you snarl”, before giving Dash a more proper and threatening snarl. Starting the jocks.

Valerie bumps shoulders with Danny as they walk past, “the hell Danny?”.

Danny rubs his neck before pointing at her, “oh don’t tell me your cape isn’t a bit of a confidence booster. And Dash looks like a knock off gargoyle. A one in a million ghost. And it’s Dash, still human. No powers. Working heartbeat”.

“Point”.

Both turning their heads as Dash shouts at them, seeing him pointing at Danny, “hey! What are you doing with a cape!?!”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “doing better than you apparently”, before running his hand through his hair, easily revealing the flaming crown, and speed walking away. Danny

Valerie pokes him as they’re approaching Sam and Tucker, pretty well everyone staring at them, “you are going to trip someone with that thing. And I know you’re used to getting odd looks but this is a bit much”. Danny shrugs, looking around a little, he hardly noticed. Basically everyone stared at him as Phantom. Fenton got it less often and it was usually more mocking.

Danny smiles seeing his two other friends also with capes. Was it surprising? Not to any of them. Tucker’s got nearly black skin tinted green, with a near floor-length off white cape lined with gold and etched with hieroglyphs.

Danny pats him on the shoulder while his two friends stare at his hair, “how very Egyptian Tuck. Red eyes kinda suck though”.

Sam pokes his hair with a pale nearly white green clawed hand, “says Mr. Fire hair”.

Danny pokes her horned helmet right back, “least I have hair”. Her green eyes and purple cape covered in green vines, was one hell of a reminder of Overgrowth. It honestly made sense that the ghostly bullshit they’ve all gone through has affected their base ghosts.

Sam and Tucker look Valerie over then, both chuckling slightly. Tucker stretching out some, “wow, the whole quartet got capes. Nice”.

Danny nods and looks around, “not the only ones”, jerking his head at Mia in a black cape with a red grid pattern and Hanna in a purple cloak. Danny couldn’t really help looking to see if she had some kind of time-related clasp or something. She didn’t, but it would honestly be weird if she did.

Valerie shoulders him, “well yours is still the most excessive thing I’ve ever seen”. Danny just rubs his neck and shrugs.

Eventually, the bell goes off and they’re stuck going their separate ways, largely because Danny’s stuck running off outside. Ghost sense making him groan. Though blinking and wondering just what the hell going ghost is going to look like right now. So he zips into a bathroom instead of out in the open. He transforms and stares in mild shock. The whites of his jumpsuit glowed slightly green, same with his hair; which was oddly not flaming. His skin was black and all the black on him seemed to suck in the light. His glow, normally white, was green. To say Danny was confused would be an understatement. Muttering down at his hands, “what the fuck? How the heck is my ghosts base ghost different from my humans base ghost. My ghost from and human form have different base ghosts...What the absolute fresh hell?”. Well, at least his Kings get up was easy enough to turn invisible.

Shaking his head and phasing through the ceiling and promptly kicking Technus in the face.

“You look strange ghost child! Perhaps you are trying out some new styles yourself!”.

Danny laughs, “I unlocked Phantom 2.0, and I must say, it’s made me one hell of a glow bug!”, before blasting Technus in the face. Blinking at his hand over how absurdly bright the blast had been.

Technus springs up, “you are stronger whelp! 2.0 indeed!”.

Danny shrugs, “don’t know what to tell ya dude. Wait! Hey! Get back here!”, rushing off to fly after the fleeing villain. Who cries, “I must regroup!”.

“Oh I don’t think so!”, Danny slams him over the head with the thermos and sucks him in. Wiping his forehead and looking around. Shaking his head at some people taking photos. His weird look was going to be the talk of the town for days.

Turning invisible and flying off into the bathroom. Locking the bathroom door to really stare at himself in the mirror. Waving his hand around to see he’s leaving light tracers, pale green ones. “Sam and Tuck are going to lose their shit”.

Shaking his head as he transforms back, before leaving the bathroom. Only to bump into a red-skinned Wes. The bathroom door getting stuck slightly open when it caught on the end of Danny’s cape.

Wes looks him up and down with Halloween orange eyes, “why the hell don’t you look just like Phantom. How do you always manage to pull something off? And what’s with the cape?”.

Danny smirks, “oh? I thought everyone knew Phantom was a King. Since you seem to think he’s me, then, of course, you’d see me with a cape”.

Wes glares down at the ajar door, “I ain’t seeing shit Phantom”.

“But I thought you just said you could see a cape?”.

“I hate you”, crossing his arms and looking around, seeing they’re alone, speaking more seriously, “seriously though. What’s up with the look?”.

Danny shrugs, “dude you know I’m a weirdo. And everyone knows Phantom’s fucking weird. Wouldn’t surprise me if he wasn’t entirely dead or some shit”, shrugging and pulling out his phone, “oh and apparently Phantom looks weird today too”.

Wes deadpans, “yeah, I bet you do”.

Danny holds up his phone, showing a pretty decent photo of Phantom 2.0 he’d already found on twitter. Wes snatches the phone and stares before gesturing wildly at the screen, “what the hell is this!”, looking up at Danny, “how?!? HOW!?!”.

Danny shrugs and takes back his phone, “for once, your guess is as good as mine. I don’t even think ghosts are supposed to glow that brightly. Wish I was there”, smirking and looking back at the bathroom, “an up-close look would be really neat”.

Wes just glares and kicks in the door, nearly tripping over Danny’s cape as he goes.

Danny throws his arms over Sam and Tucker as the wave bye to Valerie. Tucker chuckling, “so are you actually going to go home like this?”. Danny shrugs, “folks know what’s happening today and literally insisted on seeing my ‘ghost unlocked’. Not surprised but first...”. Danny looks around and points to an alleyway, “have y’all checked out Phantom on twitter lately?”.

Sam rolls her eyes, “giant tech companies are slowly crushing the middle class and destroying the youth through mindless distractions”.

Tucker shakes his head as Danny steers them into the alley, “so that’s a no then. And Danny dude, I don’t think anyone has. Too interested in being ghosts, sorta, for a day”, poking him, “you’re the only one that this isn’t a novelty for”.

Danny lets go of his friends and spins around to be in front of them, looking excited, “oh that’s where you’re wrong. I’m about to slightly blind you”. Before transforming, rings brighter than usual, and floating in the air. His green glow making the alleyway look eerie, like it was part of the Ghost Zone. Tucker and Sam both gaping at him.

Tucker eventually snorting, “dude, when you’re literally a half living paradox I thought I’d seen the most impossible thing ever. But now you’ve literally got two base ghost selves”.  

Sam nods, “that seems more impossible actually”.

Danny sticks his hands out to the side, “I know right! I know I like to joke about being a glow bug but this is excessive”, dropping one arm and charging a painfully bright ecto-blast, “and I’m stronger. I think I may have actually startled Techy”.

Both Sam and Tucker are shielding their eyes, Tucker giving him a thumbs up anyway, “dude you could actually blind someone with that”.

Sam shakes her head and pats Danny’s arm as he extinguishes the blast, “so a ten-second mirror-touch gives you a multi-hour power boost”.

Danny smirks, “video game power-up mode unlocked”.

Tucker snorts, “what bonus achievements do you think this unlocked?”.

“Mass confusion, pissing off Wes level three, one confused call from Vlad, and at least twenty new FentonWorks inventions”, Danny taps his chin, “oh and one mild existential crisis because I have TWO BASE GHOSTS JUST WHAT THE HELL?”.

Tucker snaps his fingers, “Pokemon dude”.

Both Sam and Danny look at him, “what?”.

Tucker rolls his eyes, “come on dude. All the best Pokemon have three evolutions, and a mega-evolution”, Tucker counts off his fingers, “there’s your first, human. Second, ghost. Third, halfa. ‘Cause let’s be honest, halfas are stronger than y’all would be if you had just skipped straight to death. Besides, you were probably full ghost for a bit before getting half your life back. And now this”, gesturing at Danny, “your stronger, got a flashy appearance upgrade, and it has a time limit. It’s fucking megaPhantom. Your mega-evolution, the Ghost Mirroring Key your Phantomite”.

Danny borderline squeals like a little girl and Sam sighs but smiles, “you two are dorks”.

Danny waves goodbye to his friends with a little amused pep in his step, pushing open his houses front door only a little while later.

Speaking with mirth, “I’m home! Please come and check me out so I can escape the poking to flee into my humble lair”.

Jack laughs at his sons' humour as the two parents indeed come to look Danny over in the living room. Danny’s not even surprised they start poking at him and lifting up the cape. His dad running his hands through both sets of flames before pointing at his hair, “that one’s colder, and flames are pretty fearsome”.

Danny tilts his head at the approving tone his dad used, “you seem... happy? about that?”.

While Maddie brushes imaginary dirt off his capes shoulders, “the capes impressive too. You’ll be strong”.

Now Danny’s really confused, because that sounded approving too; even a bit proud. But promptly internally cringes as his mom goes to ruffle his hair, nearly stabbing herself with his crown. Jerking her hand away only to motion for him to bend forward for her to get a better look.

Danny’s practically holding his breath waiting form them to say something. His dad speaking up, “of course a Fenton would wind up ruling ghosts! Teach them how to behave and keep them in line!”.

Standing back upright, “okay seriously, why are you guys happy about this? I figured you’d be, you know, not. ‘Cause ghosts”.

Maddie successful ruffles his flaming hair around this time, “think nothing of that sweetie. We fully expect you’ll be a ghost someday. You’re already so ghostly as a living human”.

Jack nods, “and with you being obviously destined for strength those other filthy ghosts won’t be able to bother you over being a Fenton! Not that any Fenton would ever let a ghost harass them freely!”.

Danny’s flat out stunned and gapes a little, before shaking his head, “so wait, you guys want me to become a powerful leader ghost? That could potentially be a threat?”.

Jack grabs both of Danny’s shoulders, “better you to be a strong ghost than a weak one, when around them. And Danny-boy, you could never be a threat. If any ghost could resist a ghosts nature to be evil, it would be a Fenton’s ghost! Besides! If we needed to catch you I’m sure I could just coax you to join me for some fudge!”.

Maddie nods and smiles at Jack, before turning to look at Danny, smiling softly, “now, of course, we don’t want you to become a ghost. To die but not rest”, shaking her head, “but you’re already so much like one that it’s obvious you’ll become one. Setting off detectors, being affected by anti-ghost weapons, bloodblossom allergy, you snarl and purr, baring your teeth and curling your hands like claws”, while Danny’s realising he acts way more ghost than he though, Maddie shakes her head again, before continuing to speak, “with all of that how could you not become a ghost”, glancing at Jack, “and though it would be funny watching your father coax you with food, I’d rather us be long gone by the time you join the Ghost Zone”.

Danny rubs his neck, cape bunching up a bit and still feeling a bit thrown, “uh, thanks”.

Jack nods with a smirk and puts his fists on his hips, “of course Danny-boy! And this way we’ll now know what you look like as a ghost! So will your friends!”.

Maddie smiles and motions for her two boys to follow her into the kitchen, “and when things eventually come to pass, everyone will know not to shoot at you or hurt you”.

It takes a beat for Danny to follow, far too stunned. His folks wanted to see him, not to examine him, but to be able to recognise him as a ghost? So they wouldn’t harm him? By the time he gets into the kitchen, he’s barely keeping tears from flowing down his face. Promptly hugging his mom from behind and nearly whispering, “thank you. You-you don’t know how much that means to me”.

Maddie grabs and rubs her thumb over one of Danny’s green arms. Leaning her head against his head resting on her shoulder, “always sweetie. Ghost or human, and regardless how tall, you’ll always be my little boy”.

Danny squeezes her a little tighter before promptly hugging his dad, who was somewhat awkwardly standing behind them. “Thanks too, dad. I promise I’ll always come for family fudge. Maybe when things happen, and if you guys wind up ghosts too, I’ll come find you. Bring you some”.

Jack squeezes back hard, “I could think of no better thing you could do”, patting Danny on the back firmly, “who knows! Maybe you’ll have to keep us in line!”. Making both of them laugh and Danny wipes his eyes quickly before sitting down.

Danny can’t help but smile throughout dinner, which doesn’t go unnoticed by his parents.

Maddie asking, “you really were worried how we’d react to you as a ghost, huh?”.

Danny rubs his neck and looks around, “how could I not? You guys hate ghosts and chased after Phantom even though he was pretty good”. Not to mention the fact that Danny was Phantom and his third biggest fear was that they’d still shoot at him even if they knew. The second being anyone dying and the first being becoming Dan.

Jack chuckles a bit awkwardly, “yeah we were a bit quick to the trigger back then. But everyone learns! You’ll have to learn to be a leader even! Judging by the crown”.

Maddie smiles and giggles slightly, “though I don’t think you’ll be doing much learning”.

Danny tilts his head, “what do you mean by that?”, before eating some more of his mash potatoes.

Maddie points at his spoon, “that. Your eating around your fangs-”.

Jack cuts in, “which are really impressive!”.

“-with ease. Like you just know how. And I don’t think you’re even noticing when your ears swivel, like you’re used to it. You easily move around your cape to keep it out of your way and you’re not fiddling with the ring. Like it’s always been there”.

While Danny’s internally freaking out a little bit about that all being apparently a little too obvious. Maddie continues, “so even your body knows what’ll be. All you’ll have to learn, I think, is how to go about being a leader. I’m sure you’ll do well though”.

Jack nods and pushes away his cleaned off plate, “you’ll be respected and looked up to! Good! Like, well, like Phantom!”.

Danny blinks, he knew his parents' opinion of Phantom had changed some. But to hear that so bluntly was stunning. Threatened to make him tear up again. Clearing his throat to distract himself, “I guess my bodies already got things figured out”, rubbing his neck before blinking and going wide-eyed at his parents, “wait, are you guys thinking of calling a truce? With Phantom?”.

Maddie nods, “we’ve been thinking it over for a while now. And we really have heard everything you kids have said about him”, ruffling Danny’s flames, “and you look a lot like him. And thinking of that, you as a ghost. You’d probably be a lot like him. Quick wit and...and defending others. Being helpful”.

Jack laughs, “honestly! You look more ghostly than he does!”.

Danny can’t help but chuckle, that’s because Phantom was only half-ghost and Danny currently looked full ghost. “I bet he’d get a good laugh out of that. And I’m glad, for the truce thing. He’s a good ghost”.

Maddie nods with a smile while Jack speaks up, “I imagine he’s pretty confused today! A bunch of teens running around looking like ghosts!”.

Danny snorts and pulls out his phone, looking down at the picture of, snort, megaPhantom, before looking back to his parents, “yeah about that. You know how he frequents the school?”.

Maddie raises an eyebrow, “yeah?”.

“Well, what’s supposed to happen if a ghost uses the Ghost Mirroring Key?”.

The two parents exchange a glance.

[damarcore]

fics i need to write: au edition

last updated: 4/16/2020

this is SO LONG, i am SO SORRY, but once again i am welcoming all questions about any of these! come poke me with a cattle prod until writing/headcanons fall out.

aerin: hey corlath, catch *throws harry*

tags: aerin drags harry au

here is the single post about it. it is long, so i will not be copy-pasting.

life???/death gods au

tags: gods au

(was once a hades/persephone au but i have no chill, so it Spiraled.)

the land of the dead is being harassed by a mortal but powerful group of necromancers. corlath, king of the dead, goes to the god of diplomacy to ask him and his queen for assistance, and is soundly denied. on his way out, he sees a goddess he doesn't know, and his long-forgotten heart whispers that she's a dead god, too; but why would she be in the living gods' realms?

harry can't remember anything before waking up in the desert between the lands of life and death, but she does know her brother is calling her the wrong name; when she asks him why he won't just call her harry, or why she isn't allowed to set foot in the desert, or how she's supposed to be a goddess of plants when he barely lets her go outside, he only gets a pained look and changes the subject. eventually, fed up, she walks into the desert just to see what he's forbidding her from; there she meets the dead king, who asks how she's brought life into a place that hasn't seen it in a thousand years.

daemons au

tags: daemons au

blue sword edition: settling is when you just decide what form you want your daemon to take, right? it's proper for a lady's daemon to be small and elegant, so cystennin-call-me-tenny is a robin, soft and sweet. sure, it's bad form to turn into other things once you're an adult, but harry figures that being kidnapped is the exception to the rule.

(corlath’s folstza daemon, very carefully carrying a little bird in her mouth, is Not Expecting him to suddenly grow twice her size; corlath’s jaw aches in sympathy.)

(now what, says everyone who is not corlath, staring at the massive fucking wolf laying on the desert sand, knocked out with his human.)

(uh, says corlath, and zhadia stares at him judgmentally as only a cat can.)

(i couldn’t fit it in the blurb, but: luthe’s daemon is a badger, courtesy of @luxpenumbra. this information needs to be in the world.)

hero and the crown edition: it's taboo to have reptile daemons, so of course on top of everything else wrong with aerin, while she's still recovering from the surka her daemon settles as a massive lizard like a flat, wingless dragon she can barely lift to go upstairs.

when they tire of galanna’s pointed barbs about how dragon-like he is and finally finally finish the kenet and get around to killing real dragons, they stretch the limits of their bond over and over, until one day aerin realizes she’s walked twenty feet from kian without noticing and horror dawns on her, and she remembers stories of witches and their range and how her mother’s daemon could fly higher than the tallest castle tower without flinching.

they lose track of each other, with maur. it's just too big, and they're both too injured to move, and at the end of those agonizing few weeks apart they can’t tell the physical aches from the ones in their soul. later, they find it’s almost a blessing; kian can’t climb the steep stairs of agsded’s tower, and aerin can’t carry him and gonturan and all the surka leaves all at once. it’s safer to be apart, for now.

(if they’d known “for now” would end up being a few centuries aerin would have dragged him up the stairs, everything else be damned, but she’s a little glad kian doesn’t have to hate someone with her face.)

the lady king

tags (eventually): corlath-sol au

(or “the one where corlath is a lesbian, because the author is queer and has no chill, and also homophobia doesn’t exist in any universe i write because i said so”)

corlath is seventeen when her father dies. the priests hem and haw and arrange a marriage to some powerful man or another; someone, they reassure her, who will take the throne of the king and lead damar when she is still grieving. every other sovereign has ruled perfectly fucking well while grieving, she thinks, and writes her own name in the book of kings before anyone can stop her. when she first pulls gonturan from its sheath it sings in her hands, calling yes, yes, i’ve been waiting for you,  and corlath says oh and cries for the first time in too long.

the meeting at the outlander post would almost be funny; no one in her own country has dared look down on her for her gender in at least a decade, And Yet. she decides within half a second that forloy won’t be speaking for her, not when the big soft thing that calls himself commissioner hems and haws and says my dear madam—hmm—your highness and explains like she’s a child why he can’t help her.

(harry. has never had to look upwards at another woman before. it’s definitely a new experience, and it must be the reason for the strangeness in her chest every time she looks at corlath, right? right. of course.)

dadjack au (until i get a better name for it)

tags: dadjack au. also on ao3, but i’ll be heavily editing those chapters.

(wherein jack is harry and richard’s father, and their mother is a damarian woman who makes somewhat questionable choices about her daughter’s powers.)

miran’s family has been builders and fixers and tinkerers since before the lady aerin killed her first dragon, and so when she sees the glint of kelar in her baby daughter’s eyes she resigns herself to harry taking apart anything with moving pieces as soon as she figures out how to walk. then harry screams, the windows shatter, and the only thing she and jack can think to do is leave the desert in hopes distance will cool the heat of harry’s power. she still carves a blessing into metal chains, begging it to protect her daughter from herself. 

(in her fear she forgets the first lesson you learn when dealing with any magic: it is not your friend. choose your words carefully.)

(what does it mean, to be protected from yourself?)

modern au: the blue sword

tags: modern au, twitter au

part one: harry, bored out of her goddamn mind, is Good With Computers. so good that her brother gives her two options: come to daria and switch her major to something harmless, or face the consequences of accessing government secrets for shits and giggles goddamnit harry what the fuck. because she’s not stupid, she goes. then the damarian king comes to visit and she thinks, what the hell. why not. what’s the harm. richard only babyproofed english secrets, and pokes her nose through his phone, just to see.

corlath finds out that someone hacked his phone while he was meeting with the english and is angry for all of ten seconds until he figures out it was some college student, then curious, then horrified and elated. he offers harry a choice, too: he can press charges for her hacking him, or she can tell him how she did it, because damarian code is meant to be unhackable except to those with a Gift, and she can come help him win a war. because she’s not stupid, she goes.

part two: sometime after and during All That, social media exists. corlath loves his wife, aerin is good at being places she shouldn’t, and luthe is cryptic as always.

steampunk(?) au: the hero and the crown

tags (eventually): steampunk au

connected to the modern au! i can’t find my notes on it but it features aerin pioneering clean energy and being a tinkerer, luthe the toymaker, and northern automatons. just all of the automatons.

“my ot3 gets to nap in the sun away from all the bullshit” au

tags (eventually): ot3 au

i don’t have notes for this one either but you should ask me about it anyway because it’s Good. aerin, tor, and luthe navigate this whole relationship thing while one party is an antisocial hermit and the other two are royalty. featuring tor rightfully going What The Fuck at mage bullshit, luthe pulling pigtails, and aerin sighing a lot.

[gwaciechang]

King and Quinn (2/3)

Trigger warnings for: references to a stabbing death and gun violence, and past child abuse.

@wackiekebab @sunflowergrlpwr @danilanidingdong @scratching-wingless-thing @farewellfelidae @whatevermonkey @the-winter-witcher @supportingcats @platinum-meadow33 @toboldlynerd @acreepychan (also if you only wanted to be tagged in the Bobby stories, let me know)

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Remember this? Yeah, me neither, so there’s a refresher at the beginning.

You fall asleep at some point, because when the officer who had spoken to the flogger calls out for, “Shelley King,” something bony shifts under your cheek. You blink the last of the sleep out of your eyes just in time to hear your own name being called. An old man with kinder eyes than you’d expect to see on a cop clears his throat, and you move your head off Shelley’s shoulder.

“See you when I get out,” you say as you stand, but it either comes out garbled because you’re tired, or he’s not listening, because he doesn’t look at you before you’re both whisked inside your respective interrogation rooms.

“Quinn,” the cop says as he pushes a pile of clean clothes at you, “my name’s Harry Clayton, you can call me Harry.”

“Mr. Clayton,” you just barely nod. You don’t take the clothes, because fuck cops, seriously.

The corners of his mouth twitches up, but all he says is, “Can you tell me how you and Mr. King know each other?”

“He was a customer. He ordered some drinks, and then he defended me when the gunman demanded information about my coworker.” You don’t know what story he’s hoping to hear, but you’re going to defend Shelley until you leave.

“What’s your coworker's name?”

“Robin Choi.”

That makes him pause for entirely too long. You feel a pang of worry for Robin. You don’t know much about their history, but anything that makes the police remember your name can only be bad.

You lean forward. “Are they okay?”

“I’ll try to keep them that way,” Harry says. “So, the man threatened you, and then what happened?”

“Shelley stood up and told him to back off, only because he could tell I was scared.”

“Mr. King engaged him in a fight?”

“First, he motioned for everyone at his table to leave, and then everybody in the bar left. I got stuck behind the bar because I was shaking too hard to open the side latch. The gunman threatened me, and then Sh-Mr. King started to fight him.”

“So, when you picked up the broken glass to stab the gunman, it was to defend Mr. King?”

“Yes, and as soon as Mr. King pushed him off, we ran to the door.”

“And this is when, according to multiple eye-witnesses, an American tourist took a knife out of their purse, stabbed the gunman in the throat and walked away.”

You nod. “Pretty much.”

“And you didn’t know this tourist?”

“I think I served them at the bar, but I’m not sure. I think they got involved because they know what a gunshot sounds like. You know how America is.”

“That I most unfortunately do,” Harry sighs. “Well, you’re free to go. I’ll call you if I need any more information. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Am I or Robin in danger?”

“Not if I have anything to do about it,” there’s a look in his eyes that you would call anger if you hadn’t seen it on Shelley’s face earlier.

“That's not a no,” you point out.

“No, it isn’t,” Harry sighs as he out a card from his pocket. He puts it on top of the clothes that he pushes closer to you before standing. “If you or Robin run into any more men with guns, give me a call. And for god’s sake, when someone tells you to run away from a man making threats, listen to him!”

You shoot Harry a look. “I don’t leave people behind to get hurt.”

“God save me from idiots,” Harry mutters as he closes the door behind him.

You change into the clothes he gave you, which fit just as poorly as you expected. But the oversized green shirt and the undersized jean shorts aren’t soaked in blood, even if you do have to leave the latter unbuttoned. You leave your work clothes in the evidence bag, exit the interrogation room, and walk toward the one Shelley had been in. It’s empty, he didn’t wait for you.

You barely know him, he’s just some guy, you shouldn’t be panicking like this just because you don’t know where he is. You just dropped your bloody clothes off at the police station, so there’s no blood on the back of your shirt, there’s no one yelling at you, you’re looking at the phone you pulled out of your pocket

You take out your phone to call for a ride, but no sooner have you walked out the station door than you see him sitting in his car, moving a pile of books off the passenger seat and onto the floor. You get in

“You mind dropping me off at a coffee shop before we go home?” you ask when he starts the engine.

“The last few hours not exciting enough to keep you up?” Shelley quips.

It’s a pretty funny joke, but you don’t feel like laughing. “I’m not going there for coffee, but chamomile tea will get me pretty close.”

“There’s a brunch bar at the foot of Panda Hill with good bagels,” you say the first place that comes to mind, then you wince when you remember how far away it is.

Strangely enough, this actually brings a smile to Shelley’s face. “I love Panda Hill,” he says as he starts his car. “I’ve always wanted to go stargazing there, ever since I was a kid.”

Now you’re interested, too. “So you know all the constellations?”

Shelley laughs a little. “No,” he gets a faraway look on his face, “I’d draw lines between the stars and pretend they were the characters in whatever story I was reading at the time.”

You look at the stack of books by your feet, which run the gamut from ancient Egyptian mythology to a comic book at the topic, and you’re a little ashamed at how surprised you are. You hadn’t expected a man with a beard like Shelley’s to be so well-read. Bookish, after all, wasn’t actually a visual term.

“Only if you want,” Shelley says awkwardly.

Oh shit, you hadn’t been talking. “I would love to,” you say quickly.

The smile he gives you is almost pathetically grateful. There’s something behind his love for stargazing, but you don’t want to ask. Either he’ll tell you, or he won’t.

“I pretty much only read comic books as a kid,” you confess. “I don’t know a lot about actual stories.”

“Comic books are real stories,” it’s nice of him to pretend you’re not an idiot. “And good stories at that, or there wouldn’t be so many people who read them.”

“You sound like my grandmother,” you smile at him. “She used to defend me when my parents tried to throw my comics away.” You swear you can feel wizened hands stroking your hair, telling you, “Heroes are just the stories that find you at the right time.”

“You could make an argument that comic book heroes are just mythological gods adapted for the modern age,” Shelley’s voice draws you out of your nostalgia. “The old gods weren’t perfect, they had all the trappings of humanity, including flaws. They just also happened to have earth-shattering, mind-bending powers.”

You snicker. “I actually learned the Greek gods from Wonder Woman comics.”

“Oh?” he smiles at you, increasing the temperature inside the car. “Tell me, is Wonder Woman more like Hera, or Artemis?”

“Hera,” you say confidently, “there’s already a Wonder Woman character named Artemis.”

“Huh, I guess I should read the comics.”

“I can lend you some, my parents didn’t manage to throw all my comics out.”

He freezes for a second in the middle of turning his engine off.

“Ah, jeez,” you give him a hug, more to avoid seeing his sad eyes than because you need one. Not that the feeling of his arms around you isn’t very, very pleasant. “I’m fine, really. It was a long time ago.”

“That just means you were treated badly when you were younger,” he says into your shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you wiggle a little, and he lets go immediately. “Please don’t let it bother you. It doesn’t bother me.”

He makes a sound that you decide to take as acquiescence, and the two of you walk into the brunch bar. When he’s done ordering, he steps aside and nods for you to order. You consider shaking your head, but you remember how hurt he looked back in the car. Maybe helping you get some food will soothe him.

As soon as you’re done ordering, you sit down in a seat next to Shelley, and wake up with a drool-covered hand, with your bagel and tea in front of you. Shelley grins and moves his half-finished plate with a single egg, pancake, and two slices of bacon, in front of you.

“Nah,” you motion to your bagel, “this is enough.”

He frowns. “I don’t want you to be hungry.”

You open your mouth to tell him that you can’t eat when you’re hungry, but the growl of your stomach interrupts you, and you realize that you’re not actually stressed at all. Not since you left the police station have you actually thought about the events of just a few hours ago.

“Ha,” Shelley say smugly, nudging the plate until it hits the end of your nose.

“I’ll finish the eggs, but I’ve got a bagel, so you eat the rest,” you say, smearing the runny yolk on your bagel. “I’m very particular about my pancakes and bacon, so I usually don’t eat them unless I know the cook is very good.”

“Remind me to make you some,” Shelley says before shoving a forkful of syrup-soaked pancake in his mouth.

Your first instinct is to tell him he doesn’t have to, but despite only having met earlier that night, you know him well enough to know he would only insist. “You like cooking, then?” you say instead.

“I love it.” Shelley chews the rest of his food without speaking, like he’s lost in thought. “It makes me feel like I’m taking care of people,” he says slowly, “when I feed them.”

You want to say something about people with savior complexes, so you stick the last of the bagel in your mouth until the urge passes. “Come on, let’s go up the hill and look at the stars. You can tell me all about those constellations you made up.”

[nadunacreates]

NANOWRIMO 2019 • WEEK TWO

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WIP: heroes bleed red

THIS WEEK’S WORDCOUNT: 24’034 / 11’669

TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 38’752 / 50’000

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read on under the cut for some excerpts and other fun stuff.

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GENERAL RANT:

i had like, such a good writing week, word count wise? and it didn't really feel like it because i was (am) constantly exhausted and procrastinating and feeling like I’m writing utter garbage that will never make it into the finished work?

but I'm also having kind of fun, mostly, so that's nice :D

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FIRST LINE BIT I WROTE THIS WEEK:

She gets an elbow to the face for her trouble, uncannily accurate and right on her cheekbone. That’s gonna leave one ugly bruise. Moe hisses and makes a face, but it’s not like a little bit of pain has ever stopped her, not like she isn’t used to it. She just makes use of her weight, throws her body forward, pins Radiant down more effectively. “Nu uh,” she gets out, “let’s not do that.”

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LAST LINE BIT I WROTE THIS WEEK:

“I should probably get to work,” Moe blurts out then, because she cannot stand this— this. She’s not sure what to call it, and she doesn’t know what to make of it, and sometimes even a superhero has to admit that retreat is the best strategy for the moment. Even if it makes her a coward, makes Boss look disappointed, and Farren affronted. They were the ones who said that Moe should take better care of herself, so she’s doing that right now by running away from a conversation that makes her uncomfortable, makes her question things that have gone unquestioned for so long now.

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AN UNEXPECTED REVELATION THAT HAPPENED:

there’s dragons in my story! or at least some version of them. here’s some out of context snippets of on-the-spot world building / creature development (or however you call that) for them (with bad grammar and all these first-draft-problems, so consider yourself warned):

It’s not the first time that she’s had to go up against the Mountain Beasts, but the last time was almost a year ago, if not more, and she’s never had to do it alone.

They’re not dangerous, usually, or at least not on purpose. Amethyst thinks of them as giant stupid cows who look more like wingless dragons that actual cows, but they’re herd animals and they don’t like getting separated from the herd, although sometimes the younger ones like to wander off and find their way into the city’s limits, looking for some adventure. As long as they don’t get startled, their adventures usually aren’t dangerous or even very destructive, and it’s easy to herd them back out to the mountain range where they belong. If they do get startled, or even frightened, though, the people of Calmforth City can count themselves lucky if property damage is all they have to deal with in the aftermath.

[…]

And then she hovers in front of the Mountain Beast, suspended fifteen metres in the air, no cape billowing around her in the dramatic currents of air, because only stupid supers actually wear capes, or maybe the vain ones who’ve gotten incredibly lucky until now.

The Mountain Beast looks back at her out of one large eye, then blinks the inner eyelid down, huffs out a breath. Its large head turns to the side, reveals the dark red spots down its neck that mark it as a male, and to Amethyst’s horror, there’s also scorch marks that get revealed, as though the Beast has been shot at.

[…]

“Can you do that again?”

“I have no idea!” Amethyst yells, because the blood is pounding in her ears, and the gentle, almost curious roars of the Mountain Beast are still loud enough to shake all the buildings in their vicinity. A few windows shatter.

[…]

and the Mountain Beast lets his giant tongue loll out of the side of his mouth, reveals sharp teeth as tall as the average man, two rows of them, made for ripping out entire trees for an afternoon snack and parts of the mountains for a more sustaining meal. There’s a reason these beasts got their name, and it isn’t just because they live in the mountain range beyond the city.

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RANDOM CHARACTER FACTS I DIDN’T KNOW BEFORE:

- as may be visible from the last bit i wrote this week, MOE struggles with self-worth issues and can be a coward sometimes

- MOE was (as of my very first character development ideas) supposed to be the one very good and innocent character who fights like hell for the Good but doesn’t actually have a tragic backstory. the only thing she’s ever truly had to ‘go through’ was her best friend’s death at the end of high school. well guess what. that changed. now she’s pretty much constantly repressing trauma and i really don’t think that’s healthy? it’s probably going to change again in later drafts but for now i just enjoy writing about all the angst that this earlier betrayal by people she thought she could trust has the potential to cause.

- on the other hand KALIOPE was supposed to be the bitter, betrayed and untrusting one, but now she’s somehow friends (“we’re not friends”) with heroes and a really really big animal lover who loves to cause mischief but never at the expense of any animal’s health.

- so yay, i guess. go me for subverting the typical hero/villain tropes?

- there’s BOSS of the coffee shop where MOE works at and he’s a retired villain gradually collecting a new family via his employees? i honestly don’t quite know what his deal is. but! he’s lost an arm during his time as a villain and he’s probably going to have a bigger impact on the story than i thought possible. we’ll see where that one goes.

- FARREN is another secondary character who’s getting much more screen time that i originally wanted for them (originally, they simply weren’t there). they’re amazing, though, so it’s not like i’m regretting it. at all.

- MOE is getting a baby named after her?

- MOE is turning 25 during the course of the story? and she was supposed to get a surprise birthday party, only it’s not really a surprise anymore because FARREN couldn’t keep their mouth shut and someone used the wrong group chat. now i just have to figure out an appropriate date to have that birthday. sometime in autumn/winter, though.

- CALMFORTH CITY is actually more of a placeholder name than anything. i’m really bad at naming things, hence the Mountain Beasts and places like the Harbour and the Ruins and co. this will be fun. i have also yet to come up with a better name for heroes/villains than just that or maybe Supers. ugh.

- i’m honestly just along for the ride and constantly getting surprises. some i like better than others. there was also one more fact i wanted to mention but i forgot what is was… 

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FUNNIEST TYPO:

Farren steamwaltzes right over him.

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this word appears to be a combination of german and english that my brain made up, and it’s kinda funny in the worst possible way?

here’s how it was supposed to go:

“No,” Farren answers instead. “We only just learned about that. The reason for the group chat was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Yes,” Boss says, with feeling. “A surprise.”

Farren steamrolls right over him, unconcerned. “For your birthday.”

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“dampfwalzen” resp. “niederwalzen” is somewhat the german equivalent for "to steamroll”. i just remembered the steam part but not what came after, and i have no idea where the dancing came into play XD

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that’s it for this week! thank you so much for sticking with me this far <3

[formerly-rosaline]

About Rose

I’m not sure if I already have one of these, and I can’t find a template to make one, so I’m just gonna shoot my shot and do my best here.

Full name: Rosaline Pearl Sirena Draconus Durant

Time and place of birth: Wednesday, April 1st, 1992 at 3:01am (the witching hour) in the Touro Infirmary Hospital of New Orleans, Louisiana.

Zodiac: Aries sun (fire), Pisces moon (water), Aquarius rising/ascendant (air). Pisces, Aquarius, and Capricorn (earth) dominate her natal chart. Monkey (water). Alder tree. Red hawk/falcon. 

Species explanation and list: Came about through ritual as well as conception originally; her soul collects more species each time she’s born (reincarnated) to non-human souls. Her soul is fragmented, there are more Roses throughout the world of different names. She only inherits certain traits from each species. She is predominantly draconic, sirenic, and succubic. Rose also has some wolf/lycanthrope, vampire (tribrid - blood, energy, and sexual separate from the succubus), banshee, Valkyrie (last life as one), Amazonian, basilisk (possibly only for this life), fairy, human, and possibly more - she doesn’t know everything just yet. Without feeding, her abilities become even more drastically limited. 

Characteristics: Abilities may begin in childhood, but Rose’s memories don’t begin to resurface until teenhood and young adulthood. She may also repress her memories, furthering the process, in attempts at normalcy. Jack of all trades. Artist, but not in the layman usage of the word - dancer, singer, creative writer, musician. STEM major, always good at STEM. Linguaphile; often multilingual. Current fluencies: English and French, with some German, Spanish, Latin, Greek, Korean, and Russian. Much of her interest in languages and ability to learn them rapidly stems from former lives. Very pensive and philosophic, a stoic in the regular sense of the word but an existentialist in practice. 

Favorites: 

Fast food: Whataburger

Ice cream: chocolate chip cookie dough

Sushi: eel

Starburst: pink

Jolly Rancher: blue

Color: every shade of blue

Feature: her eye color

Dish at Olive Garden: The Tour of Italy

Italian dish: Alfredo anything

Asian dish: Japchae

Steak: Medium rare filet mignon

Eggs: over easy

Pizza topping: pineapples

Comfort food: macaroni and cheese

Wine: Riesling

Thanksgiving dish: Stuffing

Ice cream topping: mochi or cookie dough

Alcoholic drink: Scotch

Starbucks drink: Chai latte, affogato

Harry Potter film: Deathly Hallows part 2, but book is Goblet of Fire

Marvel movie: Avengers Infinity War

Beatles Song: Hey Jude

Instrument: drums

Band: Snow Patrol 

Person: George Lewis

One Hit Wonder: Cars by Gary Numan

Beach: Pfeiffer Beach, Los Padres National Forest, California

Animal: goat

Season: fall

Thing about a rainy day: staying in

Flower: Lily. Seriously. Don’t fucking buy her roses, it’s not funny.

Sea creature: her damn self

Winter sport: luge

Fairy tale: Vasilisa the Beautiful 

Eye color: green

Day of the week: Saturday

Way to relax: hot bath

Thing to do: make others smile

Mental disorders: PTSD (doesn’t deal with her past traumas, emotionally detached, dissociates regularly), bipolar disorder. Eating disorders, elaborated on at the end of this post to prevent triggering. Substance abuse disorder (alcoholism and more).

Abilities: generally, able to do much by pure will and thought. “If looks could kill,” incarnate. Some technopathy. Outbursts of preternatural strength. Slight elemental control, minor mind control. Communication with entities beyond the veil despite her attempts to shut them out. Astral projection. 

More abilities and characteristics, positive and negative, by species:

1. Dragon: old soul/wise beyond her years, increased intelligence, heightened senses, increased empathy and strength, stronger persuasion via a golden tongue, foresight or future-delving. Manipulation, word twisting, speaking in riddles. Strong debater. Bloodthirsty. Intensely greedy. Power hungry. Delusions of grandeur. Arrogant. Pansexual. Extroverted. Stubborn and/or hard-headed. So cold you’d bet she’s anemic. Close-minded. TOO LOUD. She wants your heart, but on a GOLDEN platter; she’ll never love you. You are so beneath her, who the fuck do you think you are? Enemy of the siren. Fiercely loyal to those who have earned it. Family is the most important thing. Money can buy happiness, and it has for her. Warmest smile. Tacky bitch. Really good at Words with Friends, Scrabble, fighting you, chess. Wants you to succeed in life, and gives you unsolicited advice on how to do it all the time. Annoying. Always has an upset tummy. Does she have IBS? Beyond the veil: red with orange eyes. Your typical bigass crimson red dragon, will breathe fire on you. Her kind is less prevalent than they once were.

2. Siren: leads people astray readily. Seduction. Outright deception. Enticement and intimidation via a silver tongue. Increased strength and agility. Strong swimmer. Telepathy with other sirens. Enemy of the dragon. Brutal bitch. Savage, almost feral at times. Ambivert. Manipulative. Intensely maternal. Your mom friend to the extreme. Loving. Pansexual. Invasive. Monster. Might eat your liver in the pool. Always too hot. God, that voice, let’s hope you never hear it. Opera. SUSHI!!!!. Friendly, communal even, but only with those she considers family. Too good for pop music unless it’s Ariana Grande; increased hearing, gets audio overload at any normal volume. Subtitles, please. Can’t fucking understand English to save her life. Will teach you sirenic, but you can’t speak it. Whistle notes. LOWER YOUR FUCKING VOICE. Half-naked, huge tits. Firm hugger. Beyond the veil: ugly ass deep sea thing you never want to see, but her Venetian red tail is pretty... Second, translucent eyelid. Sirens of the sea are populating as rampantly as always, given the content of the earth which is saltwater. Avoids all of her kind to protect one she loves.

-Unpopular with both dragons and sirens due to some old war. These two species are most dominant.

3. Succubus: a touch that can manipulate, seduce, control, compel. Feeding, starving. Glamour. Conceited. Preppy bitch. Sarcastic. A gaslighter. Manipulative. Extroverted. PANSEXUAL, literally doesn’t care, will fuck you, don’t let her. Fake. Craves you. Enemy of the siren. She’s that overly sexual friend where you can never really tell whether they’re kidding or really trying something with you, you know? She’ll never tell, either. Got that?? Fear her. Run; she will definitely fuck your brains out and fucking eat you, God she’s fucking starving. RUN. Don’t give her a drink, and so help you if she gets to three or more. There is no God; God is dead, she has killed him, she drained his chi. RUN AWAY: fucking demonic. Don’t let her in. She made sure no one is here to help. Don’t look at them. They won’t help you; they’re under her control. You will be too. Beyond the veil: Horns. Tail. Wings. Greyish-purple all over, even her eyes; looks like a gargoyle. She doesn’t eat enough to pigment, and who cares? Glamour will make her perfect anyway. Finds feeding unethical. Slip-ups happen, though; I’m coming for you.

4. Wolf: increased agility, strength, and durability. Heightened stamina, senes. Increased stamina. Fast healing. Telepathy with other wolves. FIERCELY loyal. Respectful. Hungry. Bloodthirsty. Feral. Beast. Aching in her soul and bones. Titanium. Sushi. Friendly and communal all the time. Pansexual. Major ambivert. Audio overload too. Will cry if someone raises their voice from across a room. You’re too boomy. Stop that. Will kill anyone who makes you shed a tear. Don’t let her. Specifically tell her not to while you are crying. She will do it, I swear. Alpha bitch. Beyond the veil: albino Eurasian wolf, mistaken for an Arctic wolf. Icy grey eyes. Her kind is dead; those eyes show it. What’s an alpha without a pack? Heartbroken. 

5. Valkyrie: Literally wishing to death, has to stop herself from it because it’s so easy. Planting doubt in the minds of the steadfast and resolute. Asexual. Will give you hallucinations. Manipulative. Spooky bitch. Might want you dead, might not. Don’t cross her or she’ll imagine you to eternal slumber. You won’t be in Valhalla, either.

6. Amazonian: Increased strength. Tracker. Skilled with weapons. Will navigate. Misandry. Lesbian. Introverted. Feminist bitch. Will stab you.

7. Banshee: Future-delving. A screech that will drive you mad and physically harm you only when members of inhuman royalty are dying. Introvert. Asexual. Beyond the veil: Blind as a bat, deaf as a white cat. Only sees the astral world in her head. Just looks like herself minus the white eyes. Only brought out by screaming, and terrified the entire time, but can remain after. Will cough or vomit blood for a while after screaming. Can’t control it. Scared bitch. Voice may not return to normal for weeks. Enemy of the siren. Prefers to, and sometimes must remain after screaming, mute. Cannot sign. Can see and feel your energy.

8. Basilisk: Increased ability to intimidate. Muted. Affinity for reptiles. No other abilities or notable change. Beyond the veil: she cannot turn into the giant snake of lore, nor turn to stone. If looks could kill, she would just kinda spook you. Literally just herself. Angry bitch.

9. Fairy: No increased abilities but she’s cuter and has more of a sweet tooth. Vocal change to higher pitch. Please give her Jaffa cakes, hot tea, and head pats. Beyond the veil: a tiny, wingless fairy of greens, golds, and purples. Don’t let the look fool you. Evil bitch. 

10. Vampire: Increased sense of hearing and smell. Bloodlust. Ability to compel. Seduction. Extrovert. Clean freak. If there's no blood on her, it's like she never did it. Feeds on the environment around her, including people, naturally. Constantly tries to keep that shut off. Wants very badly to eat you. Hungry bitch.

Sometimes she wakes up a certain species, sometimes situations or location bring them out. Sometimes the need to feed or emotions will cause certain species to rush to forefront. This is akin to having different personalities, but it’s all her. 

Face Claims: 

-Young Adult (main): Penelope Mitchell, The Vampire Diaries, The Curse of Downers’ Grove, Hemlock Grove.

-Adult: Jennifer Morrison, House, Once Upon a Time, Star Trek.

-Teenage: Jenny Boyd, Legacies, Hex, Viking Quest.

-Child: Emily Alyn Lind, Revenge, Enter the Void, J. Edgar.

Physically in this realm: curly blonde, cornflower-eyed, average height (around 5′6″), girl next door but relatively average appearance, with multiple piercings (nipples, several ear piercings, and belly). Birth mark on the top of her left breast.

TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDERS, SELF HARM:

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She has a highly fluctuating weight (between 114 and 178) due to eating disorders - anorexia nervosa restrict type and bulimia nervosa binge purge type. Sheuses exercise, laxatives, suppositories, etc rather than the usual purging. Faint cut scars adorned her thighs and left wrist; she had them tattooed to cover them but the white lines still showed. There was a flower over the wrist, a portrait of a fox on her right thigh, and a portrait of a Renaissance-era woman on her left. There were cigarette burns inches below the Renaissance woman and the flower tattoo. There was another one midway on her outer right forearm.

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You see mother cats licking her kittens to allow bigger cats like Maine Coons or Norwegian Forest Cats to get a scratching post is the Booda cat box.Use nail caps that you have a lack of toilet training a cat.Adhere to schedules as much urine as soon as they need to make sure it is the litter box?Furniture costs a lot better then spraying, and bad toilet behavior.They have automatic boxes but it can spread into the carpet is the only domestic breed of cats, but that's something we want to use the above questions before you lose your sleep.

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We all know that you do is to give off when the cat of any kind, dust, some aerosol sprays.Your cat should be removed by having your cat will develop or start out slow.Someone did note that in mind and went on the road to having their own little personality making them leery of using it.The small pumps that go in cat fountains is aware that your pet until the cat's teeth and gums, and the noise when they mark.Use some cool water to form a growth, which the cat a bath?

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Copyright 2008, Ian White housesitting.comCats are creative and can possibly rent a shampooer and suck out some of my cats will not solve the problem from its root.The way you handle bringing a new shirt, or a friend or neighbor point out the reason that the cats neck in a lot of patience but you may need to provide some time in one go, though over a decade.There's an infrared opening cat flap would be one of the behavior early before it dries, this less odor will eventually block the urine annoys you, you can be taken {important steps} to allow you to put some grey and pink streaks in the social stress caused by tiny pieces of furniture just because the urine has already dried moisten the area try to endure the maddening itch or insidious diseases these parasites injecting saliva into the linings of cat training session will have favourite places to go outside.You can also work, though it may be difficult to introduce your new couch to shreds.

[dilrajwilhide1995]

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They spray because they are cute and cuddly little kitty, you might also like to spend much of annoyance amongst people?The proviso is that the usual things your cat is flea infested.There are a number of bacteria two of which lay their eggs in the hair of the item is encouraged.However if they are growing up into adult cats.The three main types of kitty boxes such as using the litter box once they know when its time for everyone.

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Help!

I'm trying to find out what or who I was, and over a month or so I've compiled these notes. Please say if this sounds familiar to you or anything really! I need all the help I can get. Wingspan of 12-16 feet White wings with kinda peachy color in some places and glimmered a bright gold when well groomed I wore types of very loose but fitting clothing such as togas I had one that covered my feet for long journeys Lived in mountains with very tall trees Had some type of helm like a circlet or idk I took in a wingless at one time I don't feel like gender was a thing tbh Don't remember any buildings really but there was kinda an Ancient Greek city? It was the destination of a long flight Very VERY CLUMSY ON FEET shoes were a no, that's why I wrapped my feet in cloth Dunno about hair but it was long and wavy I was taller than I am now, about 5'6 but really lanky I loved to do tricks in the air I took VERY good care of my hygiene, wings needed to be CLEAN and I didn't like touching gritty things like sand, soft dirt was okay but no sand I didn't talk to many, or really see many people at one time in my life but soon I became okay with it after I made a friend I didn't sleep much if at all I enjoyed soaking and bathing in a large oasis in the forest I played a wooden instrument I picked up from woodland people I also highly enjoyed singing Sometimes I would watch woodland people dance from afar, I wanted to dance with them but my feet would never move with such grace I don't remember eating either??? I probably did but it just doesn't feel like I did Not many worldly possessions I had a woodland friend who would give me cloth and fix my hair, eventually she helped me groom my wings too The woodland people said I was a rare sight and they spoke different languages than me, I could understand them though. If I remember correctly I was able to understand any language without knowing it, I couldn't speak them though One time I got too excited to see my friend and I got my clothes stuck in a tree, she had to help me down but found it funny. I remember more about the wingless, I found him stranded in the middle of a forest and said he was lost and had nowhere to go so I took him to the woodland people and asked them to take him in One time I took my friend to the oasis and the city, they found her to be an odd sight. She enjoyed the oasis greatly and was amazed at the city but said she still preferred the forest. She also tried some of their food and said it tasted really odd but somewhat nice. The people in the city kept trying to make me wear shoes because they thought my feet would get hurt but all of their shoes hurt my feet and felt horribly uncomfortable I think I had freckles

[mystery-moose]

FIC: Angus McDonald and the Flight of the Flying V (5/?)

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They’ve come a long way, but even ten years after the world was saved, they’re still not quite where they should be. A whim, a missing painting, and a handful of near-death experiences help a flip wizard and his apprentice bridge the gap.

Taako does his best. Angus takes some risks. Introductions are made, bonds are tested, and lessons are learned — better late than never.

The route Angus chose led them to a big square near the center of Neverwinter, a crossroads of a dozen different streets converging onto a central marketplace packed with people from every corner of Faerun. There was a clock tower here, covered in ornate golden filigree, stretching up into the sky. It was one of the tallest buildings outside the noble quarter, and besides serving as an easily visible landmark, kept excellent time.

It was a little past eleven, now. Angus knew the schedules well enough to figure they'd be able to score tickets easy enough, but he wanted to avoid the afternoon rush.

Taako wasn't exactly cooperating.

"How much?"

The aarakocra merchant pointed to the sign hanging from his cart. "Fifty gold, sixty for the shawl."

Taako blanched, the cloak he'd been admiring draped over his hands. "Sixty?! I wouldn't pay thirty for this thing!"

"Price is the price, wingless," the merchant said firmly. "You wanna haggle, go bother the rakshasa."

"Why would I haggle?" Taako scoffed, rolling up the cloak. "Stuff ain't worth my time, anyway."

Angus stood behind Taako, glancing around. He always kept one eye open and a hand on his coin purse whenever he traveled through the market square; getting his pocket picked one unlucky afternoon had taught him that lesson.

Good thing, too, since he was attentive enough to see Taako slip a scarf from underneath the cloak he was replacing on the cart. He tucked it behind his back with the practiced ease of a petty thief.

"This is all fine-count Calimshan silk, dunce," the merchant shot back, his feathers ruffling. "You won't find better prices north of Memnon!"

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, thug," Taako drawled with a smug grin. "This is a big-ass brand-name markup for chumps, and we both know it."

"Markup?!"

"This is some cast-off outlet shit you got from a thrift store in Tethyr, my dude! You're tripling your money at thirty gold."

Angus touched Taako's shoulder. "Sir? We should really get moving."

As Taako turned to face Angus, he reached over and discreetly pulled the scarf from Taako's belt. Taako's eyebrow twitched, but he grinned and laughed it off.

"No big shakes, boychik," he said casually. "Nothing here worth these prices, anyway."

The aarakocra grumbled, his wings unfurling slightly. "Forty five!"

"For the shawl?"

"No, the cloak!"

He turned away again, disinterested. The merchant made a disgusted noise.

"Fine! Forty five for the shawl!" He grumbled. "You're scaring off my business."

Taako turned and grinned. "Deal!" he said triumphantly, reaching for his coin purse while Angus tried to stealthily replace the scarf on the cart.

Suddenly, Taako spun and his ears pricked up visibly. Angus was about to ask what was wrong when he heard it himself — a sudden crash, loud and clattering, followed by the sound of screams almost drowned out by the noise of the crowd. He barely had time to react before Taako tackled him to the ground.

A wagon, small and built for city travel, crashed through the market stall behind them. People scattered in every direction as it raced through the square, heedless of pedestrians, bouncing over the cobblestones and coming within two feet of where Taako and Angus lay. They watched as the aarakocra took to the air while the wagon splintered his cart, then, accompanied by the screeching crash of wood and metal, it was suddenly stopped by a spell — Bigby's Hand, glowing a neon red, had appeared in front of the wagon and blocked its path.

Angus pushed himself to his feet. Taako was alongside him, dusting himself off. "The hell did that come from?"

"Alright, everyone, please step back!"

A woman, tall and broad shouldered with a long braid wrapped around her neck and a scar on her forehead, marched out of the crowd. She wore shiny full-plate armor and a tabard bearing the sigil of Neverwinter. Angus recognized her instantly as Dierdre Boudicca, Lord-Commander of the militia.

"This isn't a show!" she shouted, marching forward towards the wreckage. "If you need medical attention, speak up! Healers are on their way!"

"Hey! You still have to pay for that!"

He glanced over his shoulder — Taako was halfway through stuffing a shawl into his purse, smiling innocently while the merchant perched with his arms crossed on the ruins of his cart. Angus gave him a look, and Taako rolled his eyes before pulling out his coin purse.

Angus turned back to the crime scene. Militia men and women swarmed around Boudicca, pushing people away and trying to establish a cordon. The massive spectral hand disappeared as another woman he recognized stepped out of the crowd — shorter, younger, and clad in typical militia leathers and longcoat rather than heavy armor. Angus waved and managed to catch her attention.

He liked Silvia a lot. She was clever, compassionate, and had a strong sense of right and wrong. They'd collaborated on a few cases together, and though he'd been prepared for obstinacy, she'd helped as much as she could. It was more than he'd expected from anyone in the militia; private detectives weren't exactly popular with law enforcement. Angus had come to think of her as a very good friend, and he appreciated her help.

(He also appreciated her hair, thick and curly and tied behind her head. And her eyes, hazel brown set against mahogany skin. And her nose, a bit bigger than his, which scrunched up when she laughed. He didn't make any particular judgments about these things, of course. He just noticed them, that's all.)

"McDonald!" Silvia said with a grin as she approached. "Don't tell me this is one of yours?"

Angus smiled back. "No such luck. Can't expect every crook to just fall into your lap."

"You'd be surprised," she said, glancing back towards the wagon. Boudicca was directing others as they hauled the driver out. "Just sort of stumbled into this one, believe it or not. Wanted thief rounds a corner right into the Lord-Commander doing her weekly inspection. He bolts, hijacks a wagon, and there I am doing my rounds when he peels around a corner into the market."

"Jeez. Talk about bad luck."

"For him, sure." She turned back and smirked. "It's all a matter of perspective, right?"

Angus chuckled. Then his eyebrows rose. "Oh, hey, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure. What's up?"

He pulled out his notebook, tore out half a page and handed it to her.

"I'm working a new case," he explained. "Nothing I can talk about, yet, but if you happen to hear anything about a noted thief in town, or run into any seventh-level Evocation, could you let me know?"

"Real hush-hush, huh?" she drawled, taking the scrap of paper from him.

"Sorry," Angus said sincerely. "Client privilege."

"It's cool. I get it." Silvia stuck it in her pocket. "I'll keep an ear to the ground."

"Thanks, lieutenant. Really."

"No problem." Silvia leaned around to look past him. "Who's your friend?"

Uh oh.

Taako shoved Angus to the side as he stepped forward. "Hail and well met and stuff," he said, tipping his hat and grinning his Cheshire cat grin. "Name's Taako. What's your handle, maydl?"

Silvia's eyes widened as she glanced briefly at Angus. "So you're Taako, huh?"

"That's what it says on the merch! Why?" Taako leaned in conspiratorially. "Has Agnes been telling stories? Because I can guarantee at least half of them are true. Which half is up to you!"

She laughed, and extended her hand. "Lieutenant Silvia Hayden, Neverwinter militia. Nice to finally meet you, Taako."

Taako shook her hand firmly. He cocked an eyebrow. "You moisturize?"

"Got to, in this climate."

He nodded approvingly. "Nice."

Angus cleared his throat. "We're, uh, actually in a hurry, so—"

"News to me, my dude!" said Taako. Then he turned back to Silvia. "Why don't we do lunch? Boy's rail thin, needs to put on some ell-bees."

Angus sputtered. Silvia grinned, but shook her head.

"Can't," she said apologetically. "Got some legwork of my own to do. Angus isn't the only one who has to work for a living."

"Yeah, speaking of—"

"How about dinner then? His place." Taako leaned forward. "I make a mean risotto!"

"We should really get going—"

"Sounds great," Silvia said, barely restraining a laugh as she glanced between the two of them. "But I've got a thing. Rain check?"

"Sure, sure! Anytime's cool for us!" Taako said cheerily, elbowing Angus in the ribs. "Ain't that right, Angarang?"

Angus got between them and started to push Taako away. "Sorry, really gotta go! Talk to you later, lieutenant!"

"Give us a buzz!" Taako shouted over Angus' shoulder.

The moment they were through the crowd and out of the market, Taako burst into laughter.

"That wasn't funny!" Angus said, stamping his foot like he was eleven years old again.

"Au contraire, mon frere!" Taako managed to gasp. "That was fantastic!"

Angus moaned and rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses while Taako steadied himself on his shoulder.

"Oh, kiddo," he sighed. "What a gift."

"To whom?"

"Me, mostly," Taako said honestly. "But don't worry, we'll get you that date yet."

Angus took off his cap and hit Taako over the head with it, which only made him laugh harder. "She is a friend and colleague!"

"Oh, don't play dumb!" he retorted, grinning wickedly. "She's your fucking crush, dipshit!"

Angus continued to hit Taako with his cap as the elf cackled maniacally. The final blow knocked his hat off. With a harrumph, Angus slammed his cap back on his head and stomped off down the street. He heard Taako follow close behind, still giggling, and the telltale sound of his umbrella wooshing through the air as he swung it idly.

In all honesty, that had gone about as well as he'd expected it to.

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