#as to why the green glows changed to blue: blue is when his magic is at its strongest. but resting color of the chestplate and sword glow i

[lady-quen]

Made a deal with the demons He's a cold-hearted heathen, yeah It's gunpowder season That man, he's a monster!

Just a scene from this, because necromancers who just won't die are fun. Joko doesn't have the monopoly

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Is there a guide on how you draw and color each of the Homies’ eyes? I noticed each one has their own slight designs to them; maybe to signify their powers and different universes?

dude... its a small thing, but whenever someone notices and brings up details in your designs, its always suh a heart-warming notion that people see the stuff you do... thank you! QwQ this ask just made me so happy ;3 so happy that i actually made a lil guide to explain my design choices! xD

Generally, my artstyle choice is to try and keep as close as possible to the original styles, for several reasons: a) to keep the characters recognizable and b) because im too lazy to try and do something too fancy. xD

Kim was an easy transition from cartoony! Its just her normal eyes, but a bit more anime-like? lol

Jenny's is the same shape, but instead of stylized light, I decided to give her more animatronic/robot like pupil in electric blue & white color, with light in the center (imagine it contracts smaller/bigger like a robot's). Also a bit more color on movable eyelids just for funsies. ;)

Danny's was a bit weird, because I wanted to keep the og big-eyed style, so it resulted in Danny having very big eyes. xD In his ghost form, I decided to give him green sclera and a more narrow (beast-like) pupil, as a nod of other ghosts solid eye colors and a hint to his growing power. ;) (Just imagine when he gets overwhelmed with strong emotions his iris and sclera kinda meld together into solid green!) The growing power is also the reason why I often add green accents into his human blue eyes!

Jake was one of the big changes, since his og cartoony eyes are very plain and boring. So I decided to go a bit nuts. Because of his dragon form, his usual human dark brown/blackish eyes changed colors that range from red-orange-yellow (colors of fire) and his pupil is much narrower than normal human's. The change of eye color can seem like the flare of amber on brown eyes whenever sunlight hits them to other people. And if you notice, I added what seemed to be red eyeliner to his design, which is actually not make-up - it's tough dragon skin! Like Jake's sharper ears its a sign that his dragon form kinda bleeds into his human form, due to his grown strength.

Jun is another easy transition from cartoony to my style! The more notable change I added is that her light brown are now darker and less orange/reddish brown, but more dark pink in shade! It's a hint of her magical power, which is usually in shades of pink (like her hair streak). When she uses magic, her eyes can glow in very light pink colors.

Zak is kinda mix of his two designs, with a dash of my headcanons. Originally his eyes were dark brown, but as his powers awakened more, the color lightened more and more, and after the finale, they gradually turned to his TGIF design color! I kinda like the idea that when he uses his powers now, his pupil glow white amidst the orange/golden. Usually its not that noticable, but its very obvious for other magical beings/wielders.

Ben is another sorta mix, but leaning more towards AF/UA design. I like to headcanon that his eyes were darker green, before he put on Omnitrix again, after which his eyes started to get lighter with that Omnitrix glow which resulted in lighter Omniverse color.

Rex is like... practically his normal eye in my style. xD Maybe a bit more dark browner + sometimes when he uses nanites, the pupil can glow electric blue/white (kinda mix of Zak & Jenny lol).

Randy was actually the biggest pain in the ass and I'm still unsatisfied with it. ;/ I might change it later, but for now its basically the same deal as with Danny! Maybe I'll add something cooler later down the line for him. xD

But, yeah that's basically it! Thank you sm for the ask <3 hehe and i hope you enjoy this lil guide. ;3c

[the-broken-truth]

The Prince's Precious Brother [2] - Leona Kingscholar [Platonic Yandere] [Male Yuu]

Summary: Yuu Arisugawa is actually Feore Kingscholar, the Prince of Sunset Savannah who was kidnapped 16 years ago. However, Yuu refuses to accept his true identity and insists on living as Yuu Arisugawa. His friends are shocked to discover that the Prefect of Ramshackle is actually the younger brother of Savanaclaw's Dorm Warden. But why is Leona so angry about Yuu's Choice?

[After The Reveal - Crowley's Office]

The golden glowing eyes of the Headmaster of Night Raven College seemed to have widened behind his ask as he looked at the new body of the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Yuu Arisugawa - who recently found his true identity as Feore Kingscholar, 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah.

Yuu's hair was dark brown and shoulder length with white tips on the ends of his hair; it was currently tied in a back ponytail, thanks to Vil tying his hair back for him since Yuu wasn't as used to having long hair but he didn't have time to cut it at the moment. Unlike the genetic Kingscholar Emerald Eyes, Yuu's eyes were Sapphire Blue instead of the Coal Black that Yuu had when he first arrived at Night Raven College. Yuu's bare chest and abs were on full display since his shirt was too small to fit after transforming, but his pants were still on, just tighter than before.

Crowley looked Yuu up and down before realization hit his face; he'd been overworking a Prince like a slave. He inhaled and exhaled before speaking to Yuu.

"Well, Mr. Kingscholar, it would seem that..." Yuu stopped Crowley from speaking for a while.

"I am not a Kingscholar. I am Yuu Arisugawa, not whoever the 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah is or was. Nothing about me, other than my appearance has changed. I'm just here because I need some larger clothes that would actually fit me. and where I can get a pen of my own to funnel my magic properly." Yuu said before lowering his hand with a soft glare in his eyes.

"Well... There are some larger uniforms in the closet behind you; as for a possible pen, I would have to send in a request for some blank pens into which you can funnel your magic. I'll send the letter and the pens shall be here within 3 days. Can you use your magic without a pen?" Crowley asked.

"It's possible but I am going to need some practice to better control my magic. I can keep my magi under wraps, however, so you don't have to worry about me lashing out at students and possibly hurting them. See you later, Headmaster." Yuu said as he turned on his heel, walked over to the closet in Crowley's Office, and took some larger Savanaclaw Uniforms; they appeared to be the only ones that would fit him but he could do something about the color later when he arrived at Ramshackle. He hoped that Grim wasn't freaking out at the moment to find out he had the blood of a certain cat the chimera couldn't stand.

Yuu walked out of the Headmaster's and instantly bumped into someone, he looked up to apologize and came face to face with the green eyes of Leona.

"Sorry about that, Leona, I wasn't looking where I was going." Yuu said before tucking the clothes under his arm as Leona looked at him with a tender smile; which is weird since Leona would always look at him with a teasing smirk ever since Yuu arrived at Night Raven College.

"It's alright, Feore. I was just coming to speak to the crow about some business." Leona said.

"Yuu." Yuu said, causing Leona to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Leona asked.

"I explained it to Crowley and I shall explain it to you: I am Yuu Arisugawa, not Feore Kingscholar." Yuu said.

"What are you talking about You are Feore Kingscholar, The 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah. That's who you were born as." Leona said.

"Yuu Arisugawa is who I have been for the past 16 years and that is who I am going to stay as until the day my heart stops beating. I have no intention of changing my name or who I am just because I found out that I am originally from this world and I happened to be linked to the Kingscholar Family by blood. I need to head back to Ramshackle See you later, Leona." With that, Yuu walked down the hall to reach the Hall of Mirrors to reach Ramshackle, leaving Leona standing there with his fangs locked in anger and his fists balled before turning to Crowley's office and slamming the door once he was inside, startling the Headmaster who looked up to face the very pissed off prince.

"Mr. Kingscholar! What can I...?" He was cut off by Leona slamming his hands on the surface of the desk and glaring into Crowley's Golden eyes with his Emerald Green ones; anger evident in his eyes.

"I want you to start a Dorm Transfer, now! My little brother is coming to Savanaclaw with me and he is going to be my Vice Dorm Warden! I want his identity on all of his paperwork and I.D.s to be changed to his real name and I want him to have access to the Kingscholar Account; I have a letter, send it to my home, and have a card delivered here for Feore!" Leona demanded.

"Hm... Welll... I would love to do that, Mr. Kingsholar, but I cannot do that." Crowley said, making Leona even madder.

"Why?" Leona growled out.

"In order for a transfer between dorms to happen, there are several parties involved: the current dorm warden, the possible future dorm warden, and myself. Mr. Arisugawa has indicated that he is not interested in changing anything about his current situation. He has only come here to acquire larger clothes and place an order for a Magic Pen. Although Mr. Arisugawa holds the title of Prefect, he is still technically the Dorm Warden of Ramshackle. If he has no desire to change his position, there is nothing that I can do about it, even if his older relative requests it." Crowley explained.

"Then do something about it! I want Feore in Svanaclaw as soon as possible and if it doesn't happen sooner rather than later, I shall take matters into my own hands, Crowley. Do not test me." Leona said before removing his hands from the desk and marched out of the room towards the Hall of Mirrors to get to the Old Dormitory.

He needed to speak to Feore himself and make him understand that he was the younger brother and needed his older brother's guidance.

He lost Feore once.

He wasn't gonna let that happen again.

[Ramshackle]

"I have to admit, Trickster; altering the Golden Color of Savanaclaw into that lovely shade of Blue really brings out your eyes." Rook said as he watched Yuu use his magic to change the golden color of the Svanaclaw Outfits to a deep blue that matched his eyes,

Yuu looked at himself in the mirror before exhaling and turning around to face the people in the sitting room of Ramshackle; after everything was said and done, all of the other dorm wardens with the exception of Kalim and Leona, along with some of the Vice Dorm Wardens like Rook and Jamil arrived at Ramshackle to check on the one who helped them for so long.

Upon arriving at Ramshackle, Yuu brewed some tea and made some desserts to entertain his guests while he changed his outfits to his liking. Upon arriving into the room, he could smell Jamil in the kitchen [Yes, there is a kitchen in Ramshackle. Small but Functional], while Riddle and his Dorm Mates were enjoying the tea and desserts that Yuu had prepared for him. Vil walked over to Yuu and ran his fingers through Yuu's long dark brown hair.

"I have to say that long hair suits you better now; I have some lovely hair care products that would best aid you in the upkeep of your lovely hair and skin, First Potato." Vil said.

"I thank you, Vil, however, I shall need your hand in learning how to properly use them." Yuu said before sitting on the couch beside Cater who was on MagiCam while recording himself and Yuu's new appearance, telling everyone at Night Raven College that the 'Prefect got an upgrade'. Yuu pinched the bridge of his nose but smiled nonetheless at the fact his friends still saw him as Yuu Arisugawa, not Feore Kingscholar, the 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah, or the Younger Brother of Leona Kingscholar. They still saw him as himself and he thanked the Great Seven for that.

Jamil walked out of the kitchen with a plate of food that was composed of meat and vegetables and placed it in front of Yuu before folding his arms and glaring at the Prefect, "You have too much frozen food in there; you need proper meals in your diet, not just the already made stuff you can buy from Sam's Place."

"I know. I know." Yuu said as he stabbed his fork into some of his salad before lifting it to his mouth; just before he could take his first bite...

There was a massive pounding on the surface of the front door of Ramschakle before Ace went to answer the door, before he could ask who it was, Ace was pushed out of the way and Leona stood there with all eyes on him but his eyes were focused on Yuu.

"Feore. We need to talk. Now."

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

I saw someone saying that the farmer is “special” (explaining why they always get to see the blue jellyfish every summer) and this idea came to my head.

May I request some headcanons on the adventurer’s POV where they realized the farmer is “special”, and kinda fall for them the moment they realized that?

Think of it as like the lantern scene between Eugene and Rapunzel in Tangled. Thanks in advance ^^

Honestly, it turned out more like one-shot than headcanon, but I hope you enjoy this format as well, dear anon. Thanks for the ask! 🫰💕

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Alesia:

It had been so long since Alesia had set foot in the Cindersap Forest. The last time she'd been here was probably ten years ago, when Marlon had taken her to train and gather mushrooms for brewing elixirs. It hadn't changed much since she'd moved to Castle Village, so it would be easy for her to remember all the paths here. Venturing deeper into the forest, she scrutinised the majestic poplars, looking for the secluded spots of mushroom colonies and simply enjoying nature. After all, she had missed the forest...

The archer's attention was drawn to some movement behind the dense blackberry bushes. Crouching down and trying not to make a sound, she curiously crept closer and closer until she finally reached the bushes. What Alesia saw made her very surprised. She had expected to see a fox or a grouse, but instead she saw the Farmer surrounded by wild deer.

A young male, three females, and four fawns - one big friendly family of noble creatures that surrounded the Farmer and would not let them pass. The adult deer licked Farmer's hands, jostling slightly in an attempt to take all attention for themselves, while the little fawns jumped and galloped around unrestrainedly. One even stole a tasty cave carrot from the Farmer's basket.

Alesia was so amused by this picture, how all these forest creatures demanded the Farmer's attention, affection, to be scratched behind the ears... And the way the Farmer glows with happiness, how they genuinely laugh and smile...

The crunch of a dry branch that the sniper stepped on immediately made all the deer turn their heads in her direction and prick up their ears. The male shook the signal and the whole herd galloped away, leaving the slightly confused Farmer alone.

Alesia emerged from the bushes and nodded a greeting to Farmer.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare them," she smiled slightly guiltily at Farmer.

"Actually, I should thank you. They follow me around forever when I'm picking berries in the forest," Farmer was still smiling just as broadly. "Or else they'd steal all my carrots from me!"

That event was something Alesia would remember for a long time after returning to the Galdoran Continent.

Lance:

The Lunaloo migration, or Moonlight Jellies as they are commonly known, is perhaps one of the most majestic phenomena Lance has ever seen. They are frequent visitors not only to the Stardew Valley, but also to Ginger Island, so Lance was able to enjoy the beautiful sight without leaving his post.

Once again, the pale light emanating from the magical jellyfish illuminated the entire shore. Lance sensed this energy and quickly teleported to the docks. However, he didn't know that there were more spectators here who had come to see the jellyfish.

Farmer had been on Ginger Island for a month now and their presence wasn't too surprising. But as far as the pink-haired adventurer could remember, all the people of the Valley come together on this day. So why is the Farmer here? And alone?

Lance wanted to call out to them, but stopped himself when he noticed something even more unusual: at least five green, Shining Lunaloo were swimming very close to Farmer when they put their hand into the sea water. Such jellyfish were very rare, and the fact that there were as many as five floating near Farmer...

"A wonderful sight, don't you think?" Lance thought to himself that he should learn not to scare people with his sudden appearance, for this was the second time he'd made them jump in surprise. "Sorry, my friend, didn't mean to disturb you."

"That's okay, don't worry," Farmer assured him, and then their attention turned back to the jellyfish. "Look how beautiful!" they pointed with their hand at the glowing water.

"Beautiful creatures, indeed," Lance agreed.

The two stood in silence for half a minute, only the sound of the sea waves and the distant noise of the local jungle fauna could be heard.

"You know," Farmer broke the silence, "I don't know why, but those jellyfish, the green one, always come near me. Strange, isn't it?"

"Lunaloo are creatures imbued with magic. So it's no wonder they sense magic in you, too." Or something special, Lance wanted to add, but decided not to distract the Farmer any further with conversation, examining the jellyfish closer and setting himself up for dreamy thoughts.

Isaac:

Fireflies... They were strange creatures, at least to Isaac, who had never seen fireflies. In fact, neither had he seen any of the other fauna of the forest. The dark-haired adventurer was so used to the quicksand and bloody fog of the Crimson Baldlans that he was beginning to wonder about fireflies. Even the gardens created by their witch Camilla in Castle Village can't compare to the beauty of nature. And yes, Isaac was a connoisseur of beauty too, even but only a couple of people knew it.

He was standing on the dock near Marlon's boat, enjoying the silence of the night and the scenery of Adventurer Summit. And then, it flew past him - a glowing bug that caught the Isaac's attention. The firefly flew higher and higher, and without knowing why, Isaac followed the insect up the stairs. What was his surprise when the firefly he was following headed straight for the Farmer, who was surrounded by dozens of other fireflies.

Like a large camp lantern, they stood motionless, trying not to scare away the bugs that had managed to land on their sleeves. Noticing Isaac, the Farmer chugged a smile.

"Hey, good night. Um. Yeah, I know I look a little silly for you, right?" Silence was the answer for Farmer, and they weren't surprised at that - Isaac was a man of few words. The most they could hear from the monster hunter was a snort because the Farmer had once again interrupted his rest and enjoyment of solitude with his noisy company.

But the scarred man had a completely different look - there was no rolling of the eyes, no irritation, no anger, no indifference. His gaze was so soft and so unnatural to Isaac that the Farmer was a little confused.

Isaac, after all, was a connoisseur of beauty, and now he was looking at something more beautiful. Maybe something more beautiful than even the fireflies.

[sepublic]

OWL HOUSE ANIMATED TEST LEAKED?!!?!

ALL RIGHT SO THE ORIGINAL ANIMATED TEST GOT LEAKED?! This is an animated test btw, a proof-of-concept of what TOH could look like, according to the person who posted this; The actual pilot still eludes us!

What we get and hear are more or less what we've already glimpsed and could guess at, just expanded a bit more; Luz wants to learn magic, Eda is skeptical, that sort of thing. What's interesting is that Luz claims King told HER he once knew magic, but based on how the final story went, this was probably one of his made-up delusions. He also has a lot more repressed, built-up anger from being coddled and patronized, which would've been interesting to see...

I wonder if that trait ended up transferring over to Proto Willow; Or rather, Paulina! I heard someone suggest the spelling is Polina since it's Slavic and TOH is based on Slavic myth, but for now, let's keep it simple. Paulina would def start off the same way as our Willow; Not doing well in magic, and messing up (this time on Luz herself, hilariously), but I presume the idea for her to shift to plant magic as her true calling was still there. Not only do we see this in earlier concept art, but a later bit with one of Paulina's plants harassing Luz. And she still has the issue of glowing green magic that she can't quite control...

We get Prince William, who shows up when Luz mentions the most 'powerful wizards', more on him later. It's generally speculated and agreed that William is a prototypical version of Hunter, so I find it neat that Paulina's name changed to Willow, as William became Hunter...

There's a glimpse of the Owl House's original design, as seen in the first proof-of-concept poster released back when the show was announced in 2018, with Eda's shop built into the front of the building! The tower doesn't have a roof, and the giant eye window blinks, which was carried over to the first episode's ending. We have some Spencer Wan concept animations he released a while back, but fully colored and animated... A Luz Doppelgänger seems to have always been an idea, so I guess the creepy puppet is Proto Vee?

THIS! We have what I suspect to be a prototype version of Emperor Belos, possibly when he was advisor to Emperor Pupa? I'm not sure, but the context, the blue eyes in darkness, the mask... Their location in what seems to be a cathedral, plus the resemblance to this concept art for Belos?

This is Proto-Belos. Him taking Eda away in what resembles a cathedral seems to indicate that his Christian extremist-leanings were a thing as early as this animated pitch, and what's more...

In the stained-glass window behind Luz, we see a portrait of Sir William, complete with that wavy-styled sword that resembles the knife Philip killed Caleb with! This raises so many questions... Is the Sir William we see here the real deal? Was he deposed and put into a slumber by Belos, the way Pupa would've been? And William is the true ruler of the isles?

Would William have been Belos' brother, his Caleb, hence the round human ears? Why does he look so young, was he de-aged, or is he a clone, a Grimwalker that was abandoned for not being sufficient, and/or discovered in an 'incubation' stage when Luz slapped him awake? I presume this concept of Hunter, who is actually referred to by this name, came later down the line;

Overall, very fascinating stuff! A better glimpse into the development of Willow, Belos, and Hunter(?) as well as an older idea for King's personality, and of course a better look at the original Owl House design shown in 2018! Brief yet wonderful and to the point, we've seen most of the stuff from this pitch as silent clips or images, but I'm glad to have it as part of a cohesive narrative this time! May we one day find the actual pilot itself...!

[rain-dom]

[MtF Transformation] The Best Night.

It was a chilly, dark night. Ian was bored, tired from a long day at work. Mulling over the myriad of people he had to deal with during his shift as a cashier at a supermarket at the superstore, Jargon. Exhausted parents, annoying children, entitled elderly people - all of them blurred together into a bland, colorless gray.

But, there was one woman that stuck out from the bland crowd.

A mysterious girl, with long black hair, wearing a black dress and a jacket, and small black boots - as goth as they come - came over to his check out line. At first, he wasn’t all that impressed - she was just another customer to him. But the way she talked to him, taunted him…awakened something in him he never felt before. She slid him her number on a black post it note, then walked away with a wink, virtually disappearing into the crowd. He had to know who she was, and why she was making him feel these feelings.

He texted her, saying he really wanted to meet up with her at his apartment at 9am. She agreed, adding that she might be a little early.

Ian put his phone down, eager to finally meet this girl that was taking up so much of his mind. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he opened the door. It was her.

“Oh, wow,” Ian said breathlessly, “I didn’t know you were going to be here this early.”

“Well, I did say I was going to be a little early.”

“Oh, so do you reside nearby?”

“Hmm, let’s just say…” she said as she got close to his left ear, “I like to go *fast* when I travel.”

Ian had never felt so weak at the knees. “Well, um. Would you like t-to come in?”

“Yes, please. And it’s Katelyn by the way, but you can just call me Cat.”

The two of them went to Ian’s room, painted green years ago, a blue bed and a brown desk next to it, a window that gave view to the parking lot. His room was also adorned with pictures of his favorite rock bands.

“Sorry if it’s a little bit of a mess,” Ian said, gesturing to the small pile of clothes next to his bed, and the bed itself, which wasn’t made.

“Hm, it does look like it needs a tidying up. I have a trick that’ll fix that right up,” Cat said with a smirk. “Wanna see?”

“Uh, sure I guess.”

Cat closed her eyes and put out her arms, which started glowing pink. Ian watched in awe as the clothes were folded, and his bed was made.

“I…h-how did you do that?”

“Just a little thing called magic. I’m a witch. And no, this isn’t a prank - this is very real.”

“Oh…oh, my god. That’s why you came here so quickly!” Ian said, as he took a step back. “Wh-what are you going to do to me?”

“Well, I’m not going to kill you, if that’s what you’re asking.

“I, uh. This is…a lot to take in.” Ian said as he shook with anxiety “I know I should be scared, which I am, but I’m also very intrigued…what else can you do?” Ian asked curiously.

“Hm. I can manipulate physical matter. I can move stuff, make stuff, and rearrange existing matter to make them into something…new. Would you like another demonstration?”

Ian paused for a moment. “Fuck it, go ahead.”

Cat smirked again. She went through the same process again, but this time she shrank his clothes, turning one of his black shirts into a white, soft, off shoulder crop top and his gray sweatpants into a pink skirt.

“So…how do you like it?”

Ian walked over to his now cute, girly clothes. He picked up the white top, rubbing his fingers over the soft but firm linings. He felt his heart skip a beat, his face full with a red blush.

“I can switch them back if you don’t like them, by the way-“

“No! This is…this is really awesome, actually. As a matter of fact…” Ian turned around and looked at Cat. He paused for a moment his hands clasped together, his gray eyes looking down, then to the left. Finally he took a deep breath and looked up at Cat. Could you try, maybe…changing me? Into a woman?”

“Oh? That’s a surprise, albeit not a very uncommon request.”

Ian turned his head and looked away, embarrassed. “I-I just want to know what it’s like, y’know?! It’s always been at the back of my mind, and, since you’re a literal witch, I could maybe…try it with you?”

For a moment, Cat actually looked surprised. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows went up, then returned to her sultry, confident expression Ian was used too. “Well then. It’s your lucky day, because gender transformations are always the most exhilarating.”

Ian’s eyes lit up.

“With that said, while this transformation can be very physically, emotionally and sexually pleasurable, the feelings during the transformation will be quite intense. Are you up for that?”

“I can. I can handle that.”

“Good. And, if at whatever point you want me to stop the changes or to revert back to your original body, just say so, and I’ll make it happen.”

“O-oh! Okay.” Ian said, smiling shyly, holding his right arm.

Cat looked him up and down, noticing his body was the same as when she met him at Jargon - so tense and closed off, his shoulders forever tense as well.

“You seem tense. Would you like me to call off the transformation?”

“Ugh, no! I’m sorry I’m so anxious. This is actually my first time doing anything sexually with anyone.”

“Oh, there is nothing to be ashamed of. By the end of the changes, you will know nothing of the sort. Besides…” she said as she started to walk towards him, her hazelnut eyes meeting his, her sparkling dark red lipstick that gracefully danced on her signature smirk, her lips glistening in the moonlight. “I think you'd be so cute as a girl, especially with those beautiful gray eyes. I’ll make sure this will be the best night you’ve ever had.” Ian’s face felt hot, and his member started to make itself known through his casual gray shorts. He could not tell if it was just the fact this very attractive girl was so close to his face, or if he was so excited at the mere idea of being a woman.

Maybe, it was both.

“First,” said Cat as she walked behind him, “let’s start off with your face.”

Ian felt a tingly sensation, as if little, soft fingers were messaging his pale face, his hair, and even the inside of his skull, even though Cat wasn’t touching him at all. It felt so pleasant. His angular face started to soften at the edges, his face became smaller, and his brown hair became slightly longer. His neck shrunk in width as did his Adams apple.

“Mmm…ah…mnn…” Ian moaned softly and closed his eyes as the changes started to feminize his face and even more subtly, his voice.

“How does it feel? Good, right?” Cat asked behind him.

“Yes! Yes this feels- mmph wonderful!”

“Now…let’s move onto the next part.”

Cat put her hands on his chest, and started to rub around the area of his nipples in a slow, circular motion, making them grow.

“OhH!” Ian exclaimed in a pitch higher than he was used to, as he felt his pectorals - now more recognizable as small boobs- pushing outwards.

“They’re soo- nngh sensitive! So soft…”

As Cat continued to rub his chest, Ian’s broad shoulders - and more generally, his frame, - started to shrink as well, his arms and hands shrinking in tandem.

“Would you like me to rub your new girls a little faster?”

“OhH god, yes!” He said in between deep breaths.

As Cat rubbed his boobs faster, they grew in size, now actually noticeable through his white t-shirt, which was seemingly growing bigger by the second. They kept growing until they were C cups.

“Ah…oh! Ah!” Ian moaned as the last bit of breast tissue conformed to Cat’s will, with Cat massaging his new assets.

“Mm…ah! Hah! This…this is amazing!” Ian exclaimed in arousal, with sweat starting to beat down his face.

“It sure sounds like it. Now, let’s fill that empty butt of yours.”

“Mngh! Huff! Oh!” Ian felt his behind push out and his waist expand, with curves forming and becoming more and more pronounced. His gray shorts started to slide off his frame as his legs shrunk in length, and his thighs thickened.

Cat put her hands under Ian’s now plump asscheeks and groped them, and whispered into his ear, which was now slightly obstructed by his slowly growing hair, “Do you want me to smack your new fat, juicy ass?”

“Y-yes, please!” Ian begged.

“Then, get on the bed.” Cat commanded.

“Mm-hmn” Ian nodded and climbed onto his bed and set his head on the pillows, and let Cat slap his ass.

“Oh! Ah! Ohh! Yes!” Each slap allowed his right buttcheek to grow first, the continued expansion not as significant as the original, but pleasurable nonetheless. His left buttcheek to grow next, and finally, his hips and thighs, which had the least amount of growth.

Cat stopped after the twentieth smack to his ass.

“Hah…hah” Ian was now sweating profusely, and so, so turned on, as if a dam that was built to be impenetrable was about to burst, letting out everything it’s been holding back. He had never felt so good in his life.

“Whew,” Cat said as she wiped her brow, working up a sweat after all of this hard work. She was starting to feel turned on by Ian’s loud moans, which were becoming more and more feminine and high pitched with each change, no matter how big or small.

“Wow, Ian. You’re giving me quite the workout. Let’s take a quick break and take a look at your progress. Sit up and take off your clothes.”

Ian rolled over and got up, and practically ripped off his white t-shirt. As he brushed his now-middle-lengthed hair out of his eyes, they revealed to him his new body: his feminine shoulders and physique, his new boobs, his soft skin. He gazed at the new sight, in awe of the changes. His hands moved to touch his feminine face, his neck, whose Adams apple nearly completely disappeared, and his breasts, to which he groped and massaged.

“Mmnn…ohh,” he moaned, enjoying the feeling of his new, sensitive nipples, and soft breast tissue.

He loved his new high, soft voice, that ticked out of his soft, red lips. He loved his soft skin, his breasts, his decent ass, and his slender legs. He wanted to see more of his new body.

“Wow, look at you, enjoying yourself. You look so cute with your new face.”

“Oh, th-thank you!” Ian said, blushing and tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“Is it okay if I call you cute or cutie, by the way?”

“Yes, absolutely! I love being called cute!”

“Heh heh…you know…you're really turning me on, all hot and bothered.” She striped off her jacket, dress, boots and underwear, revealing her B cup size breasts and pale, naked body.

“Oh…wow. You look beautiful!”

And with that, Cat started to blush as well.

“Th-Thank you. Ahem. Now…do you want to take care of the rest?”

“I look, I feel…so good! Yes! I…I want to care of the rest.”

“Then I think you know what’s up next.” Cat said as she gestured to Ian’s crotch.

His soft hands and fingers moved down to his waist, noticing his hair on his stomach having long since disappeared. He noticed the throbbing bulge, one that hadn’t shrunk that much, between his now slender legs, being held down only by his shorts and underwear. He pushed his shorts down to his thighs, then his feet, which were no longer able to fill his size 11 men’s black and white shoes, and let his shorts fall off his feet. Last to go were his underwear, his red trunks. As he pushed them off, they slid over his dick, freeing it from its former prisoner. It immediately went from laying on its side to jolting up, revealing a very hard, still very much functioning, very excited cock, with pre-cum already leaking out.

He needed relief. And it could not be the same old quick fap-and-cum, one-and-done he was used to.

He wanted, no, needed more.

“Hm. Looks like someone needs a helping hand,” Cat teased. “Want me to take care of it for you?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, push this thing inside!” Yelled Ian, practically salivating at just the idea of his penis and balls becoming a tight, moist, wet vagina.

Cat started by pushing down on Ian’s dick with her palm.

“Oh! Ohhhh, god!” Ian’s body quivered, and shook with how intense the shock of pleasure went through his body.

Although Cat had been pushing down with her two hands, Ian’s dick wasn’t budging.

“Huff! Nngh! Damn, this thing is stubborn.” Cat huffed. “Ian, it’s not pushing in! Could you help me with it?”

Ian nodded. He put his hands on top of Cat’s, and began pushing in.

“Hnnngh! Hnnnnngph!” Ian struggled. “Come on, stupid thing, go away already!” He yelled.

Finally, it had lost strength, and began to shrink.

“Hnnng! Oh! Ah! Yes!!” Ian moaned in pleasure. It was like a million tiny bombs of lightning were exploding in his dick and balls, as they slowly shrunk into him.

“Nngh! Yes! Keep going!” Yelled Cat.

His cock shrunk faster and faster. They were really making progress now.

“Huff, huff! How does that feel so far?”

“Oh! Ah! Mmph! Yes! I-it feels wonderful!” Ian moaned in ecstasy.

Suddenly, however, his dick and balls stopped shrinking, still flexing and moving, as if they were the last gasps of Ian’s masculinity were fighting back against the feminizing process.

“Ian, this last push is going to be real intense, so brace yourself!” exclaimed Cat.

Ian nodded.

As they both pushed Ian’s dick inside, he felt an overwhelming flood of pleasure from that part of his body. He couldn’t contain himself anymore.

His head threw itself back. “Ohhh! Ohhhh! Hah! Oh gaawwwd!!”

As he lifted his head up, he could see his dick finally collapsing into itself his balls folding inward.

His have then met Cat’s. His eyes looked so lovingly at Cat, his lips turned upwards. For Cat, this spoke louder than words.

As their hands pushed gus dick inwards, Ian let out one last, loud, unapologetic series of moans.

“Ohhh, ahhh, yes!! Ohhh! Ohhhh!! Oh, god- *Ah! Ah! Ahh! Oh! OH! AAHHHH!!!” He moaned as he threw his head back, his lower back arching upwards, as he came one last time with his dick, and cum squirted all over the bedsheets.

“Hah…hah…hah.” Ian felt out of his mind. He had never felt more at peace, more whole, in his life.

“So…huff, huff…” Cat was out of breath herself, long, straight black hair a mess. “How…how did that feel?”

“That, that was…fantastic! Amazing!! I-I can’t even put it into…words!!” Ian exclaimed, her newly minted smile shining boldly for Cat to see.

Cat fell next to Ian. They let each other collect themselves for a few minutes before they said anything else.

“Thank you for your help, especially with that dick of yours. That thing was, well, a dick.”

Ian laughed. She actually felt so happy, so warm inside. And not just because of the amazing, mind bending sex and transformation that had just occurred.

“I…never thought something like this could ever happen, but now…” Ian started to caress her body again. You’ve made my dream come true! Thank you…” Ian turned to Cat, the two of them looking at each other with more than just lust in their eyes.

“I am more than happy that I could help, girl. I mean if you’re okay with me calling you that-

“Yes! Please, do call me a girl! I feel so happy when you call me that. And, cutie. That too.” Ian smiled and chuckled.

“Oh, well-“ Cat blushed, “should I call you by a new name as well?”

“Mm…you know what? Yeah! You can call me…Ianna.”

Cat snickered. “Ianna? Really? How original.”

“Less original than Katelyn? Also, your nickname is literally an animal.” Ian, now Ianna, laughed.

“Well, it…makes me more mysterious.” Cat said as she folded her arms.

“Oooh, so edgy!” Ianna said as she got top of Cat.

“Your laugh is so cute now.”

“Yeah…I actually feel like I don’t have to on guard as much anymore, y’know? Less..afraid.”

For a moment, they stared at each others eyes, breaking only for their lips, then kissed.

“Maybe I should teach you some magic.” Cat suggested. “Would you be interested in becoming a witch?”

“You know, maybe I will. I would love change people and make them feel as good as you’ve made me feel tonight.

“Mmm…so. Are you ready for round two?”

Ian perked up. Wait, there’s a round two??” She asked.

Cat giggled. “Only if you’re up for it - it would be your first ride using these new upgrades. I’m going to show you just how good it feels to be a girl.”

“I am sooo up for it! And maybe this time…”

Ianna moves to her ear, and whispers:

“You’ll have the best night.”

Cat’s face went beat red.

[mousy-nona]

All of God's Angels p. 4.5/5 (Alastor's POV)

He was Alastor, and he had tasted freedom on the radio waves. He would never be a mere bellhop again.

And he would never bow – not even to the King of Hell.

//

Or, how Alastor deals with being bound to Lucifer.

Link to AO3

All parts up on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53800450/chapters/136173307

Funnily enough, Alastor had been a bellhop, once upon a time. There weren’t a lot of jobs available for mixed-race bastards back in early 1900s Louisiana, and dealing with rich white men and their casual cruelty was better than starving on the streets. 

It was there, at that Ritz-knockoff, that Alastor first learned to smile. Smile, and their cold blue eyes slid over you. Smile, and the pile of green stacked in your hand grew larger. Smile – and they never saw the knife coming until it was too late to scream. 

But it was not enough. Alastor had been born with a hunger large enough to eat the world, and this life of bowing and scraping and blind obedience was slowly throttling the life out of him. Every day he woke up, and the bars of his cage were a little bit smaller, a little bit closer, and he didn’t have enough room to breathe.

One rainy night, the air fragrant with the scent of horseshit, vomit, and sweet olive, Alastor killed the man who would change his existence forever. 

The man was nothing special to look at. Alastor didn’t even remember his name. Balding, ruddy-cheeked, with an athletic physique gone slightly pudgy at the edges, he looked like any one of the other countless white men who swaggered through the doors of the hotel. But when he screamed, he sang. His voice was lovely as it ripped through the night, his accent artificial and slightly clipped at the edges, rich and reeking of luxury. It harkened back to better times, to a refined era that had never existed. 

That night, Alastor had flung open the door to the tiny one room apartment he shared with his mother and flashed a smile that, even then, hinted at the demonic. 

“Mama, I’m going into radio.” 

The problem with radio, of course, was the same problem that followed him everywhere: it was made by white men, for white men. No matter. It only meant a few more months of careful work, of plotting, of following, of taking painstaking notes, of watching and waiting until the perfect moment to strike.

One by one, every other potential candidate to fill the radio star’s shoes disappeared into that muggy Louisiana fog.

(Unlike a very annoying Angel-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he was a self-made man.)

In a very ironic and humorous (to him) turn of events, Alastor’s very first broadcast was a smash hit: Shocking new update in the hunt for the Boogeyman of the Bayou! Is he the one killing radio? Stay tuned, ladies and gents! 

Maybe if he’d been born a different time, a different place, or a different man, he would have been something – someone – else. But he hadn’t, and he wasn’t. He was Alastor, and he had tasted freedom on the radio waves. He would never be a mere bellhop again. 

And he would never bow – not even to the King of Hell. 

Which was why his first thought after Adam sliced his microphone in two – right after fuck, of course – was I refuse to die to this little shit. He summoned his shadows, alarmed at how difficult it was to do something that just a few moments ago had been as easy as breathing. 

The holy energy was burning him from the inside out. He’d never felt pain like this before – pain was usually sharp and clean, easy to handle. But this…it felt like someone was holding a flame to his chest and dripping acid onto it at the same time. Every time he sent his power to at least try and close the gaping wound, the agony ramped up ten fold. The holy energy treated his demonic magic like an invading force, attacking and demolishing it before he could get anywhere close. Days passed, and instead of getting better, the clawing streaks of infection only got worse. A glow was starting to form, casting a sickly golden light into the comforting darkness of his smashed-up radio booth. 

From far away, he could just make out the sounds of hammering and song. So the happy little fools had survived after all. His heart prickled, but he brushed it off as an odd side effect of his chest being cleaved half open.

Well, am I really going to sit here and let them think I got taken out by that sloppy manchild? 

Summoning every last scrap of willpower he had left, he stood, flashes of white momentarily obscuring his vision as he straightened to his full height. He summoned a shadow to fetch a pile of clean bandages and managed to cover the worst of the damage, managing to stay conscious through sheer determination when the cloth got too close to the raw red skin. He didn’t bother trying to get dressed in a fresh shirt – his shadow minions took care of that. 

But the reunion was worth the pain. The look on Husker’s face when he realized he wasn’t dead, Niffty’s excited little squeal, and, of course, Lucifer’s odd sigh of disappointment and annoyance…he filed it all away to gloat over later. And, as much as he refused to admit it, he was somewhat touched by Charlie’s overwhelming relief at seeing him safe and sound. 

Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and he almost lost his damn mind. The world whited out with pain. By some miracle, he managed to stay silent, his smile never wavering, but he did back out of the hug as quickly as he could. He thought he’d gotten away with it until he caught Lucifer watching him, his eyes narrowing just a touch. 

That golden gaze burned into his back as he went through the motions that were expected of him. His legs were boneless, his chest a lake of fire, but he sang with the rest of them, threw a few demeaning comments at Husker, and tactfully evaded any questions about where he was and what he’d been up to since Extermination Day. 

And once it was safe, he made it back to his room and gave into the overwhelming urge to collapse.  

Lucifer followed him up there. Because of course he did. The angel hadn’t taken his eyes off of him all night. And now that they were alone, Alastor could read the desperation rolling off of him in waves. He was holding out his desires like an open book, his loneliness hanging over him like the stink of a corpse. 

How long had he been alone? Decades, perhaps. Centuries. Even as a demon, Alastor had a hard time wrapping his mind around such a vast measurement of time.  

If Alastor had ever been this transparent, he wouldn’t have made it a day even as a bellhop. It was maddeningly childish behavior for the Prince of Darkness, but he couldn’t deny it was a bit endearing to see such a powerful being brought down so low. In the end, humans, angels and demons were all the same – they wanted to be loved.

Fine. He could work with this. 

So he offered a deal that should have been foolproof. He’d checked every corner, made sure to close every loophole. He was the one who had spun the deal – so how was he the one who got stuck in his own trap?

He glared at the small man from a safe distance away, feeling his oozing, infected heart thumping underneath a fresh layer of skin. Had he been planning this the whole time? Had he come here with the intention of getting him under his thumb?

But Lucifer was open, honest in a way that made no sense to him. His thoughts weren’t just obvious – he was practically throwing them at Alastor. Just like his daughter, he was completely without the protective layer that everyone else learned to grow. The mark of an apex predator with no natural enemies. It made his chest boil in a way that had nothing to do with the holy energy still burning through his bloodstream.

Well, if he wanted an enemy…he’d just earned himself one. 

Alastor stayed away for so long that he nearly killed himself out of spite. Lucifer was the one who had to go hunting for him, eventually finding him half-dead, his chest glowing gold, in the depths of his bayou realm.

“You fucking idiot,” he’d hissed, anger and concern flashing across his face before he turned away to suck away the holy power gnawing at Alastor’s bones. “You’re lucky I got to you in time. You really are a suicidal prick.” 

Truth be told, Alastor hadn’t meant to let the infection spread so far. He liked being alive. He adored the screams of terror when he showed lesser demons exactly why they feared the Radio Demon. He enjoyed the taste of fresh corpses in the morning with a piping hot cup of coffee. There were still plenty of plans left to weave, oceans of blood waiting to be spilled. But every time he thought of going to Lucifer’s door with his head bowed low, please sir, will you do this lowly demon the kindness of sparing his life , he thought he might die from the humiliation of it anyways.

So he hadn’t gone. He’d put it off – until he found his legs didn’t work anymore, and his shadows no longer answered his call. Just when he’d thought he was done for, Lucifer had appeared, his six wings raised, his red horns flaming, a dozen eyes flashing gold – a vision of holy terror; the incarnation of Wrath itself. 

And even though Alastor hadn’t opened a Bible in a hundred years, he’d thought: And the angel says to them, Be not afraid.

The other, stranger part of him had thought: I wonder what he’d taste like?

What he actually said was, “I’m not one of your brainless servants. Don’t expect me to answer when you call.”

Lucifer stilled. “Aren’t I the one answering your call?” 

True. The more he thought about it, the more a triumphant warmth flooded through his absolutely wrecked chest. For someone like Alastor, who thrived off of power and blood games, it was oddly intoxicating to have a being powerful enough to challenge God at his beck and call. 

It got easier after that. They fell into a rhythm, a strange comfort bristling with teeth and claws. Lucifer would throw out an insult; Alastor would make a clever retort; Alastor would set traps; Lucifer would walk into them and snarl and snap, only to find Alastor melting into the shadows. And every so often, they would find themselves in dusty rooms, in broom closets, in dark alleyways, Alastor allowing Lucifer to get closer than he had allowed anyone ever before. 

It was out of necessity. He had to do it to survive. And if Angel Dust and Husker started throwing each other telling looks every time he found himself in a room with Lucifer, then so what? They were low-level fools. Their opinion meant nothing. 

Without Alastor noticing it, Lucifer’s presence in his life was starting to fill cracks he hadn’t even known were there. Somewhere along the line the rush of annoyance had become a sizzle of excitement. Finally, someone he could really sink his teeth into. A worthy adversary!

(And then there was that whole incident with Vox, of course. Pissing off two of his greatest fans for the price of one? Now that was what he called a good time.) 

So they continued circling each other, two predators in a too-small pen. Alastor was all too aware of how the King stared at him when he thought he wasn’t looking. He saw Lucifer’s jaw tense whenever he unbuttoned his shirt, heard the quickening beat of his heart when he arched from the pain. And just like he did in those rainy streets of Louisiana, he watched, and waited, and bided his time, letting the tension boil to a fever pitch, his mouth watering at the thought of a chain around his Majesty’s pretty, pretty neck. 

And then came the day the pot boiled over.

[fizzigigsimmer]

Dragon!Shifter AU

I wrote a little in the tags on the OG post but I am still thinking about this so...

The way Billy arrived at the academy, swooping over the castle and roaring loud enough to shake the walls before he flew up towards the Grandmaster’s tower and disappeared into the clouds, there’s no way for anyone not to know who he is and what he is.

Steve’s very used to the way the student body can latch onto a person and OBSESS. You’d think, with their powers and their lineages that the students wouldn’t be effected by things like fan mania, but no, they’re just as impressed by pretty faces and showboating as ordinary humans are. Steve can’t go anywhere without his classmates stuffing the poems and ballads they’ve composed - praising his pale elfin good looks and comparing him to snowdrops, stars, and moonlight - under his pillow or in his satchel when he isn’t looking. And at least once a week someone actually gets up the courage to stand in the courtyard and sing. He’s been crowned King of Midsummer every year that he’s been old enough to attend the end of term festival reserved for the higher level students.

But from the minute Billy Hargrove saunters out of the Grandmaster’s quarters he’s all anyone can talk about. It’s so fucking annoying. His golden skin and sun streaked hair, his glittering blue eyes and the flames that (apparently) dance in them when he’s wielding magic (Steve wouldn’t know because he can’t stand the prick and the less time spent in his company the better) and the inked markings that decorate his back and shoulders that glow gold just before he shifts his shape.

Steve knows Billy’s markings intimately because he sees them three times a week during Champions practice, usually right after Hargrove strips naked and dives from the banks of Emerald Lake, changing shape in a burst of golden magic just so he can knock Steve and the rest of his teammates off their feet with a ten foot wave. And Billy does that shit on purpose, because he doesn’t have to be big as a house when he shifts.

Billy has a demi form, effectively no bigger than a kitten. Steve can hold most of his bendy lizard like body in the palm of his hand while Billy’s long serpentine tail coils around his wrist, warm despite the cool scales that line his body. No one knew dragons could go small like this. Well, correction, Steve supposes it makes a lot of sense now why humans call so many lizards dragons. Wingless, one scaly lizard thing scuttling around looks like another, and it turns out Dragons have been coming to the human world far more often than people think.

Steve discovers that Billy can go small after Flight Studies one day, which he’s endlessly thankful is not one of the classes he has to share with Hargrove. While some elves have strong enough magic and a sturdy enough connection to the fae realm that they can achieve winged flight, Steve remains as grounded and talentless in this area as they come. It’s enough of a sore spot as it is because his dad and all of his cousins fly. The last thing he wants to put up with is Hargrove giving him shit about it.

Steve comes back from class still wingless, but sweaty from all that straining to connect with Gia, and immediately heads to the room he shares with Tommy in the Blue Hall to change before supper. He doesn’t expect to find anything but shirts and tunics in his drawer, so he nearly shrieks the house down when he opens it to find a big lizard thing coiled up in a nest of his shirts.

Patrick, one of the selkies who shares the room next door, comes running in to see what the commotion is about just as the scaly creature raises its long neck, blue green scales glinting in the late afternoon sunlight and yellow eyes fixed on Steve as it opens its mouth and hisses. It has a small row of very sharp looking teeth and a very pink tongue.

Steve slams the drawer shut.

“Whoa! What was that?!“ Patrick demands, drawing closer, only to scurry back along with Steve as the drawer with the creature inside rattles violently.

“I have no idea. Probably another one of Munson’s freaky little pets.” Steve seethes, speaking of the boy from Black Hall who is infamous for his love of dark magical creatures, the more dangerous the better. The drawer rattles hard before suddenly popping open, and one very pissed lizard crawls its way out onto the top of the dresser. it twists its upper body until its head faces the two gaping boys. For a moment Steve admires the elegance of its long body and the dramatic spiny fins that raise from its back as it elongates itself, thinking that the strangely human expression of absolute grump that it wears on a decidedly lizard like face is unexpectedly funny... and then the creature opens its mouth and Steve and Patrick bolt with a yelp, scrambling for the door as a stream of electric blue flame erupts from the creature’s mouth.

The House Head thinks they are pulling a prank when they bring him back to deal with the beast, only to find the room completely creature free and no sign of anything burning. But Steve knows what he saw, and Patrick isn’t known for being a prankster so the Head promises to go over to Black Hall and have a talk with Munson. He advises the boys to keep their windows shut going forward, so nothing has an opportunity to crawl in.

It doesn’t work, because Steve doesn’t know it but the creature was actually a dragon shifter who also happens to live in Blue Hall, just one floor below. Steve doesn’t notice either that first time that one of his shirts is missing.

Long before Billy was ready to admit he liked Steve as a person, he liked the smell of his soap and his magic. Dragons are creatures of indulgence, so the things they like they take to horde. Steve never gets that shirt back or any of the other things Billy ends up claiming from Steve’s room. Not until Steve starts sleeping in his bed. But anything he brings back with him from Billy’s room, Billy just replaces with something else.

It’s expensive dating a dragon, is what he’s saying. The only solution is to cohabbitate.

 The First Part

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Changing of the Guard

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 6: Nonhuman whumpee / Reluctant Whumper / "Run!"

WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List

TW: chains, references to past abuse (magic whump), captive

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The cavern was dark, cold, and wet.

This was nothing new, of course, but Arcturus had found that describing every little detail of his prison was better than wallowing in self-pity, as he had for the first few decades of his imprisonment. He had figured out the composition of almost every rock in the cavern wall, tracked the formation of a stalactite, and tested the mineral content of his chains many times over.

Arcturus also knew his captor quite well. When you spend years around the same person, even if you only see them for a few minutes, you pick up things about them.

So when the footsteps echoing from the cave mouth reached his ears, Arcturus knew that a changing of the guard had taken place.

Curiosity piqued, he rose from where he had been examining the most recent patch of wall and crossed the cavern in two bounds, pausing only a couple centimeters from where the mithril chains binding him would pull taut. He could only make out one pair of footsteps. If there was more than one, they would have to be moving in exact unison to trick his senses, a difficult feat for humans to accomplish.

As the footsteps drew closer, the faintest glimmer of light began to reflect off the tiny mineral deposits in the cavern wall. A soft yellow light, nothing like the harsh green of Arcturus’ previous Keeper, a brutal man by the name of Lars. Lars was quick with his spells and would retaliate at the slightest hint of provocation.

Arcturus’ new Keeper was close. He instinctively seated himself on the cold, stone cavern floor. It was a habit forced upon him early in captivity and strictly enforced in the following decades. No doubt the new Keeper had been already trained in the proper protocols in the weeks and months leading up to when he finally took over the position.

Finally, the new Keeper came into view. By the glow of the yellow light hovering above his hand, Arcturus could see he was young for a human. Clean-shaven, or too young to grow a proper beard? Arcturus always had difficulty guessing human ages, but this was unusual. He was much younger than any of his previous Keepers.

The boy wore the same white wizard robes, but his belt was blue instead of the usual black. Or perhaps it was from the color of the light? The same worn leather shoes covered his feet, and his light-colored hair was cut short, close to the scalp. It was a striking difference from his dark brown skin, even with the colored light distorting the colors.

Behind the boy floated the usual meager collection of items for Arcturus’ meals: a tub of water, a small assortment of fruits, and the corpse of a deer. Barely enough to feed a full-grown dragon for a day. But he was used to it.

It was clear the boy was not. At the sight of Arcturus, the blood drained from his face. The food, floating by the force of his magic, wobbled.

Arcturus sighed and muttered the words to a spell he had learned as a hatchling, catching each item before it fell to the floor. Concentrating, he directed everything around the boy, who stood frozen at the mouth of the tunnel, and set it all down within easy reach.

“Do you speak, child?” Arcturus said softly, delicately grasping a melon.

The boy blinked, and the ball of light flickered before brightening. “I… um… I’ve never seen an actual dragon before.”

The melon was a bit overripe, but it was still sweet. Arcturus licked the juice from his claws before responding. “Not many people have. Do you have a name?”

“I… uh… yeah… it’s Henry.”

Arcturus looked the boy up and down a second time. “Lars didn’t train you very much for this role, did he?”

Henry swallowed nervously before shaking his head. “The Dragon Keeper is… um… he’s very sick. Nobody knows why. I don’t know why I was picked to be his replacement—!” He cut himself off and backed up a step. “I-I-I I’m not supposed to be talking to you.”

“Don’t be silly, child,” Arcturus scoffed, “all of the Keepers talked to me. They spoke with cruelty, yes, but rare was the day I was fed in silence.”

“Oh…” Henry fiddled with the long sleeves of his robes. He might have only received them that day when the ‘honor’ of being a Dragon Keeper was officially bestowed upon him. “What’s your name?”

“Arcturus.”

“How… how long have you been here?”

Arcturus cocked his head, thinking as he dragged the deer corpse closer. No mark was on its body, for it had been killed with magic. “Four human lifetimes,” he finally said before tearing into the deer.

It probably would’ve tasted better cooked. Or different. Arcturus had learned the hard way not to use his fire around the Keepers. Unfortunately, the Keepers did not leave until Arcturus had finished his meal, so no attempts at cooking were allowed. But food was food, and the deer was quickly nothing more than bones.

When he finally looked back at Henry, the young wizard had turned even paler, if that was possible for a human. A trace of changeling blood, perhaps? It would explain the hair. “What exactly have you been told that the Keepers do?”

Henry flinched, and the ball of light went out completely. Cursing, he quickly reignited it. “They… uh… they feed the dragon… and they punish it for disobeying. But you haven’t done anything.”

“Lars would’ve considered the floating spell I deployed a few minutes ago reason enough for punishment. Vera, his predecessor, would heat my chains if she thought I breathed rebelliously.”

Henry gaped at his words. “Wha…what? I’m… supposed to do that?”

Arcturus eyed the boy. How did this child, who couldn’t even fathom the punishment exacted by his predecessors, manage to get into this position? Perhaps the Order was becoming lax in its judgment. The conclusion was logical. He’d been their slave for longer than any of the current members have been alive. The most senior of them might barely remember when the valley shook from the force of the second Dragon Keeper’s preferred method of torment.

The boy’s question was met with silence as Arcturus finished his meal. It was all the answer he would need.

When Henry left, the iron tub and the bones of the deer shakily floating after him, Arcturus remained, unmoving, on the stone floor. It wasn’t the training that kept him there but rather the sense that the conversation was far from complete. Henry would be back, likely with more questions.

Arcturus would have little choice but to answer him. He had nothing better to do.

@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds

[breannasfluff]

Too Little, Too Late - P2

Whump Rating: 5/5 Part 2 of 3, with an eventual happy ending! Comfort tomorrow! TW: MCD, head injury, blood, injury, impaled

“Hyrule! Over here! We need help!” Four waves across the battlefield and Hyrule changes direction. Only, it’s not just Four. Or, there’s more than one Four. There’s four of them and—oh. Of course, the name makes sense now.

“Please, you have to help Vio!” Red’s face is a mess of tears and the other three crouch around someone on the ground.

“I’m out of magic,” Hyrule says, already dropping next to the others. “What happened?”

“One of the monsters hit him in the head,” Green says. “But like, hard. Really hard.”

Hyrule hums and carefully runs his hands through Vio’s hair, feeling his head. When his fingers reach the back of his head, he freezes.

“What? What is it?” Red shakes his arm slightly, panic sending his voice high. “Is he going to be okay?”

The traveler takes a slow breath before turning to him. “There’s swelling under the skin. Blood pooling under his skin, probably, but it will press on his brain.”

Blue hisses, eyes darting from Vio to Hyrule. “Can you fix it?”

Slowly, miserably, Hyrule shakes his head. “Even with my magic, I don’t…I don’t think I could do anything. I’m—I’m so sorry.” All he’s done today is fail his brothers. Why can’t it be him in their place? Any of these heroes is worth more than him.

“No, no, no!” Green is shaking Vio, which certainly won’t help head trauma. “Wake up! You have to wake up! We—we can merge!”

“That’s right, we’ll merge! Maybe—maybe it won’t be so bad.” Blue grabs for his sword and Red nudges another into Vio’s hand.

Green digs in a bag and thrusts a potion at Hyrule. “Here, to restore your magic.”

“I don’t—” Hyrule takes it, hands tightening on the glass. The liquid inside sparkles. “Even with this, I don’t think it will be enough to fix a head.”

“We have to try.” With a final glance at the others, Green closes his eyes and does—something. The multiple Fours slide into each other and combine into one with a multicolor tunic.

Hyrule carefully feels his head again. The swelling is still there. Is it less? Can he try with the magic? Or should he save it in case someone else is injured?

His question is answered when Four opens his eyes. “Told you it would work,” he says with a weak grin.

The traveler yanks him into a hug, then gentles his touch when the smith grunts. “You need to be careful of your head.”

“Yeah, I’ve got a royal headache. I can function, though, let’s go check on the others.”

There’s a roar and arcs of energy slice across the battlefield. Time has transformed with one of his masks. The towering figure has full-face markings to match the partial ones he normally bears. Blank eyes glow as he yells, swinging a double helix sword.

Hyrule and Four pause, watching. Not-Time is limping, so he’s still injured. The traveler turns to Four. “Go find Legend or Wind; make sure they are okay. I’ll see if I can get to Time.”

Four pauses, hand to his head, then nods slowly.

“You okay?” Was the head injury getting worse? He’s reaching for the smith when his hand is batted away.

“Peachy. Just the headache. Go get Time.”

Hyrule watches him go with a frown, then turns back to the fight. Not-Time has cleared the monsters in the immediate area, so Hyrule picks his way around bodies to reach him.

“Time!”

The person turns to look at him, face morphing into a snarl. “I’ll wipe the world of your scum!”

“It’s me! Hyrule! The traveler! I’m your friend!”

“I have no friends. My only purpose is to purge the world through battle. I am the Fierce Deity and I do not suffer weakness.”

Hyrule starts backing up as the other advances. “No! I just want to help heal your leg! I can help, I promise!”

“Help?” It comes out a sneer. “Like you helped the other heroes? When you let them die?”

“No! I tried to help! I—I did!”

Fierce Deity paces closer; a predator closing in on his prey. “You did not help. You watched as they died. You care only about yourself.”

“That’s not true!”

The deity raises the giant sword, swinging it toward Hyrule. “Is that so?”

The traveler’s sword is in his hand before he remembers pulling it. He pauses, looking at it with a frown. This isn’t right. He can’t fight Time! Even if it’s not…Time. “You need to take that mask off!”

Fierce tilts his head and sneers. “I think not.” He surges forward, sword raised.

“No!” Wind shoves Hyrule to the side, raising his own sword.

“Sailor! Get out of here!” His voice is shrill as he pushes forward, trying to draw the deity’s attention away from Wind.

The deity slashes at Wind and the sword—the great double helix sword—bites deep into Wind’s side. The sailor falls with a choked scream.

Seconds later, Hyrule’s sword sinks through the deity’s heart. It screams; deep and unsettling as it rolls across the battlefield, before falling to its knees.

Hyrule ignores him to rush to Wind. He’s got magic now! Healing pulses at his fingertips and he shoves it into the sailor’s side. Knitting up the arteries, trying to stop the internal bleeding. Drawing away the infection and dirt.

Wind wheezes and whimpers.

“It’s okay, I can heal this.” And for the first time that day, Hyrule can.

“I’m scared.”

He glances at Wind. He’s just a kid. Barely a teen. Baby fat still rounds out his cheeks and his hair holds the messiness of childhood. Like this, hurt, and still, he’s so much smaller than normal. Wind rounds out his size with personality; filling the space around him.

With a soft smile, he squeezes Wind’s hand. “It’s okay to be scared. But I’m going to make you better.”

The assurances don’t seem to help. “I miss Aryll. And Grandma.” Wind sniffs then sobs as tears run down his cheeks. “I want to go home. I want to go home!”

“You will—I promise!” Hyrule focuses harder on the wound. The magic wasn’t enough to restore him and he’s running low. There are still so many veins pumping blood. Why isn’t this stopping? How deep did the sword cut?

Bind an artery here, pull out the infection there, and stitch the muscle back together. Ah, an organ, that’s going to be a tough one.

“I want to go home! I hate this journey; I don’t want to be a hero. I just want to go home!”

Hyrule’s eyes are misting and he swipes at them angrily. He’s got to concentrate.

“I wanna go h-home, Rulie. P-please.”

“I just need a little more time.” But there is no more time. With a final spark, the magic runs dry. Wind’s body continues to pump blood from arteries he hasn’t closed. Hyrule uses a spare dagger to rip at his tunic, pulling off strips to ball and press to Wind’s stomach. This isn’t ideal; the fabric is stained with blood already. He’s out of bandages though after Wolfie.

It's not enough, blood is soaking through the fabric. The damaged organ is sending shock signals to the brain and the sailor moans, thrashing.

Hyrule leans across him, trying to keep him still. “Hey, you can’t move, I just—” Just what?

Wind’s voice shakes when he says, “You promised! I…I wanna go home…”

The traveler did promise. He’s promised so many times today that the words have no meaning. He can’t save a single one of them. Still, he presses fabric to the wound, hoping against hope that this time, this time, it will be enough.

The sailor is so young; so fragile. Sunny and full of energy; always insisting he can help. That he’s as much of a hero as the others.

Blood soaks through the cloth, staining already red fingers. No matter how long he scrubs, he’s never going to remove the stain. Hyrule pulls Wind into his chest, counting out the breaths until they stop puffing against his neck.

Numb, he lowers the sailor to the ground. The makeshift bandage is stained with so much red he can’t see the original tunic color. It falls to the ground, wet. That’s Wind’s blood, soaking cloth. He stares at the grass, taking in nothing, before he finally turns back to the deity.

Fierce is gone. Instead, Time is slumped on the ground, Hyrule’s sword still through his heart. Next to him, a charred mask holds the deity’s face.

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Love In Paradise

Word Count: 3k Characters/Relationship(s): Asterin Nightbloom, Tyril Starfury, Tyril x MC, Mal Volari x MC, Aerin Valleros x MC, Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury Genre/Tags: Angst, Hurt no comfort (yet), aggressive parallels, complete disregard for BOLAS lore A/N: This miniseries is very heavily inspired by Epic the Musical and therefore the Odyssey. This part is inspired by the song Love In Paradise. ALSO. This was written before the wide release of BOLAS 3 so lore is what I say it is

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Heavy depression and suicidal ideations

Part 1, Part 3

Asterin had to cover his eyes as the light around him and his friends nearly blinded him. He expected the sand under his feet to change to…something. Stone, marble, or even more solid dirt, but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and his friends were gone. But Asterin was still behind.

His breathing stopped. His heartbeat quickened. His grip tightened on his bow. His hand, pale from scars, shook. His feet carried him back and forth across the sand.

This wasn’t happening again. He wasn’t trapped. He wasn’t alone.

“No, no, no,” Asterin panted. “No, this isn’t happening. This can’t, this, I can’t, no no please, no, I can’t do this again-”

“There’s nothing to fear, my darling.”

Asterin had an arrow nocked before he even turned, aimed right for her heart. He hesitated but eventually lowered the bow with a sigh.

Ashira was the only resident of the small island Asterin and his friends ended up on trying to flee Nilfira. She claimed to be created and imprisoned but Nilfira herself, similar to Valax.

It made sense. For lack of a better word, she was ethereal. She looked like an elf, but clearly was nonhuman even more than they. Her skin was the pink of a sunset and eyes so violet it seemed to be some form of magic. Her blonde curly hair spilled over her shoulders, never seeming tangled or out of place. Golden freckles sparkled like stars, matching the powder around her eyes and contrasting the red paint on her lips. She was adorned in beautiful blue dress made of fabric that should be able to be found on an island.

When they landed on this island Ashira had found them, and explained her imprisonment. She assured them they could leave even if she couldn’t. Asterin remembered how deep his sympathy went, enough that he gave her a chance to win their trust. Won it she had and she helped them escape, Asterin swearing he would find a way to free her.

At least it was a beautiful island. While there was no one else to be found, the waves were a perfect crystal blue, the sand softer than Asterin could imagine. The foliage was a rich green, every flower lively and beautiful, glowing crystals that light the dark in way that reminded him of that lake where him and Aerin shared their first kiss. The island itself was like the one him and Mal visited on their way to Flotilla, while the stars stretching to the horizon led to him spending entire nights whispering about them with Tyril while Mal snored on his shoulder.

They’d been trapped for a week as best they could tell. Asterin had gotten along with their host surprisingly well as she worked to find a way for them to escape. They’d bonded over the simpler way to live. Asterin helped in her garden, helped her cook plenty a meal, she’d showed him how to make not just meals but sweet treat that made Riverbend’s baker look incompetent. On a particularly rough night they’d found themselves alone at the fire pit in the home she’d built, whispering about the horrors of being imprisoned and alone.

Now his friends were gone, disappearing in a flash of light as they all talked on the beach. But Asterin wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, Ashira,” Asterin muttered. “My, my friends are gone, I have to figure out how to leave.”

“You can’t,” Ashira shrugged, like this wasn’t his worst fear. He couldn’t be trapped here, he wouldn’t, he had to leave. He couldn’t be alone again HE WOULDN’T! “But why would you, my love?”

“Why would I-” Asterin froze. “My love?”

“Of course,” Ashira giggled. She approached him and brushed a stray curl from Asterin’s eyes. Asterin nearly stabbed her with his arrow, but convinced himself not to. He needed her help, she couldn’t help if he was dead. Besides he, he didn’t want to really be alone. “I was hoping it would be you.”

“What are you talking about?” Asterin said slowly.

“You cannot leave, not any sooner than you leave my heart,” Ashira grinned as she entwined her fingers with Asterin’s. Asterin ripped his hand from her grasp and nocked his arrow again. “Now now, there’s no need for theatrics. As I said, you have nothing to fear. I could never hurt you, my beloved.”

“I’m not your beloved,” Asterin protested. “I’m not your anything.”

“It’s too late for that,” Ashira put her hand on her hips, looking at him like he was just a pouting child. “I don’t see the need for such anger.”

“You trapped me here!” Asterin shouted. “My friends are gone, I’m trapped and alone and you’re trying to lure me away from the men I love!”

“You’ll forget them soon enough,” Ashira assured him. Asterin’s grip tightened on his arrow. “You don’t need them darling, you have me now.”

“I don’t want you!”

Ashira’s serene features scrunched in anger. Flames erupted across Asterin’s bow and he was forced to drop it. He felt a pang in his heart at the loss of the beautiful bow, the bow he’d gotten the same night he got Tyril and Mal. Thankfully once it hit the ground the fires dissipated and revealed the bow to me unburnt.

“Did you keep me here?” Asterin breathed.

“No,” Ariana answered. “But I am the reason you stayed behind. I’m afraid there some details of my imprisonment I neglected to mention.”

As she explained it to him Asterin felt sick. She refused to mention why she was imprisoned, but she did explain she was a goddess. That she fell in love with any on her island and once she did that person couldn’t leave. She’d never had more than one person on her island but she’d still fallen for one: Asterin.

“I know you’re afraid, but you alone understand how awful it is be to be left alone,” Asin pleaded. “And this is much better than that dungeon you told me about. This is paradise. And you won’t be alone. You’ll have me, you’ll have all the love you could need.”

“I already have that,” Asterin snapped. “You don’t love me, not really, it’s your damned curse! No matter how much you want me to, I already have loves.”

“That you will move on now that they’re gone,” Asin said it like it was reassuring but it only worsened Asterin’s nausea. “I have moved on from loves before as they were taken from me, but you…never have the men imprisoned with me captivated me like you. My lovely, your beauty is not just on your outside but within. Light shines from you like a beacon and I’ve been drawn by it’s warmth. And I’m not going anywhere. You had your loves before, but now you’re mine.”

For the first few weeks Asterin slept on the beach. He had already withstood this for a year, he could last long enough to leave too. Every single day Asin tried to draw him back to the cabin he’d stayed with her in before, but Asterin refused, even trying to attack her again. All Asin had done was clicked her tongue as the dagger burned his palm, hot enough to scar.

He tried to convince himself it was the rain and sea air chilling him to the bone that broke his resolve. But deep down he knew what it was. Loneliness. He had been alone for a year and now he couldn't help reverting to that state. It was the only thing his mind associated with being alone. He'd even resorted to pretending and talking to himself but it wasn't enough.

It ate away at him until he spent a night shivering in the sand in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. His left hand shook so bad he couldn't even pick up his bow. Asin welcomed him inside the cabin with a smug grin.

“Welcome back, kilvalir,” Asin said and Asterin glared at her as he entered. He begrudgingly set his bow on a table. He hated her, he hated her so much, but already he could feel himself relaxing minutely from being around someone else.

“I have a kilvalir, and you aren't him,” Asterin snapped.

“Still this old tune?” Asin sighed and waved him off. “Fine fine. You look exhausted my love, come, let's get you some rest.”

She took him by his arm and guided him to the back of the cabin, opening the door to reveal an oddly grand bedroom. Her bedroom. Asterin jerked away from her.

“No, absolutely not,” Asterin objected. “I'll sleep on the floor.”

“Must you insist on this?” Asin put her hands on her hips again. “I understand this is hard for you my dear, but there's no sense in denying yourself. You won't leave here. Those men will fade from your heart eventually, so you may as well open it.”

Clearly he'd made a mistake. Asterin stormed for the door but when he reached it a violet barrier covered the door and sparked when he touched it.

“Now you're imprisoning me?!” Asterin shouted.

“You can hate me as long as it takes but I won't let you stay out there are moment longer,” Asin replied. She actually seemed concerned as she came over and touched his cheek. “You'll get sick being out there every night. Especially in the rain! It's much safer for you here.”

Asterin threw his bow aside with a yell and turned away from her to hide the tears gathering in his eyes. He'd only managed to get himself more trapped, all because he was desperate to not be alone anymore.

“Just leave me alone,” Asterin forced out, pretending his voice wasn't thick with tears. “Please.”

“Beloved-”

“Go!”

He froze. He just yelled at a goddess. He had to keep reminding himself this wasn't just some woman, she was a goddess. He'd spent weeks refusing her and then shouted at her. He braced himself to be reduced to cinders or turned into a bug but Asin just sighed sadly and disappeared into her room.

Asterin slid down the cabin wall and put his face in his hands. He couldn't cry. Not with this woman. He wasn't that low yet.

Yet.

He didn't want to, but his damn kindness won out. Every time. So in the morning Asterin couldn't even believe it himself when he got up to help in the farm, which was more of a large garden. No matter her motives, she was providing him food and shelter, he couldn't sit around and not do anything. It did help the loneliness a little, but that only made room for everything else.

He tried to focus on what he was doing, even starting to help Asin more and doing so willingly, just to fight back the feelings. But they only got darker and colder until one day when he woke up on the cabin floor the sunlight on his face didn't feel warm. It took all his strength to even sit up. Then he just couldn't move. There was no point.

He was trapped on a magical island until Asin didn't love him or he was ripped from her, but she was cursed to be in love with him no matter what. And he knew Nilfira wasn't going to do anything after what he'd done. No time truly passed here. He was going to spend the rest of eternity here, day after day after day, without the people he loved. It was a burden he just wasn't strong enough to bear anymore.

He didn't move from that spot for days. He didn't sleep. He didn't bother with food or water or any form of entertainment. As his worst memories and thoughts and fears played through his mind he just stared at the flowers through the window who’s brightness now seemed harsh rather than lively. It was a pattern he was beginning to see.

“My kilvalir, please,” Asin pleaded. She was knelt next to him with a wooden cup filled with water. “Even if you won’t eat you must drink.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Asterin muttered, though by then he didn’t even care. “I already have a kilvalir.”

“What I call you doesn't matter,” Asin sounded like she was holding back tears. “Please, I won't let you die.”

She wouldn't. He knew that if he didn't drink it she would make him. He finally just took the water and sipped it, just so she would leave him alone. He refused to do anything else so she eventually left. He was going crazy there he just, he needed to get out. He needed to not be trapped, he needed some scrap of freedom even if it was just from that cabin.

After checking the barrier wasn't up, Asterin slunk out of the cabin into the raging storm outside. He didn't have any destination in mind. There was nowhere he could go. He was stuck, trapped, alone, he needed to get OUT.

He ran in a direction, sprinting even when his legs were sore and his ankles wanted to buckle. He couldn't tell if it was rain or tears on his face. He ran into trees and tripped over rocks but he just kept running. He had to go, somewhere, anywhere.

He didn't notice the cliff until his foot slid over it. He panicked and threw his weight backwards, barely keeping himself from falling over it into the waves below. He struggled to his feet as he was buffeted by winds every which way. Lightning flashed, illuminating the rocks at the bottom of the cliff face. The thunder shook the ground.

One wrong move, if Asterin even shifted his balance wrong, he would fall. He didn't want to jump. But it didn't scare him as much as it should. He didn't move from the cliff either. He just…stood there. Watching the false horizon.

“Asterin?!” Asin cried. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her standing at the tree line. She had her arms up to shield her face from the storm. She looked horrified. “My love, my darling, please, I beg you, step away from the edge.”

Asterin didn't reply just stood there. There was nothing to say. There was nothing to be done. What was the point in any of it at all?

“Just come back inside,” Asin begged. She approached him slowly. “Step away from this storm, come inside. You don't need to stay in this storm. Come back to me. I'll keep you safe.”

“Why?” Asterin said. His words were deadpan, completely void of their normal melody. Asin was crying now as she desperately held his hand in both of hers.

“Because I love you, kilvalir,” Asin said.

“No you don't,” Asterin replied. He could barely see her with the way their hair whipped around their faces. “You're cursed. None of this is real. This paradise isn't real. We're both alone. You only love me because of your curse, and the curse is the only reason I'm still here. We're as alone and trapped as we've always been. Maybe there's no point in fighting it anymore.”

“You will always fight,” Asin argued. She cupped his cheek in her hand and he was too tired to pull away. “That is who you are my love. You have always fought. Every story you've told me has proved that. You have never given up, I won't let you give up now. I won't lose you.”

“Since when has that mattered?!” Asterin chuckled bitterly. “What we want doesn't matter. It's the gods playing with us as puppets. Whether I want to live or die, they don't care. They'll choose for themselves.”

“No they wont!” Asin snapped. “They cannot have you. You're mine, you're my beloved, and they won't take you from me. Neither will you.”

Her hand glowed violet and Asterin didn't even have time to flinch before the tension bled from his body. Suddenly he could feel the cold and the bite from the wind. He was completely soaked too. He wrapped his arms around himself as he shivered.

“What did you just do?” Asterin wondered instead of demanding.

“I cannot make you love me,” Asin said. “But I can take your loathing. I never wanted to my darling, I wanted you to come around to me on your own, but I cannot let your loneliness consume you either.”

“Why would it?” Asterin tilted his head. “I'm not here alone, you're on the island too.”

“Yes, I am,” Asin smiled. “Let's get you out of this storm.”

“Yes please,” Asterin laughed.

Asin steered them both inside and would hear nothing of Asterin's protests that she must be cold too. She wrapped him in a blanket and lit the fire in the fireplace with a wave of her hand. With another wave she dried them both off and started fussing around the kitchen area on a pot of soup.

“You could let me help you know,” Asterin said. She turned around and pointed a carrot at him playfully. It wasn't the first time but it was the first time it made him laugh.

“You will stay right there in that chair until you're warm,” Asin told him.

“Aren't you cold too?”

“I'm a goddess, love, I don't get cold. But your concern is sweet.”

Asterin slept on the floor still but he helped Asin make him an actual bedroll instead of sleeping on the stone. He didn't love her, not in the way she wanted him to, but they fell into something like friendship. Something like fondness. It was a bond born from loneliness and desperation but it was a bond nonetheless.

That bond was the reason why Asterin sprinted when he saw a burst of light from their little house quickly followed by shouting. He was practically flying over the ground. The fact she was a goddess slipped his mind. All he knew was that she was his friend, that he needed her. He couldn't be alone here. But when he burst into the cabin Asin looked resigned and tired, not afraid.

Then he realized who had found their island.

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Awakening

An epilogue to V. E. Schwab's Shades of Magic Series.

Takes place immediately after A Conjuring of Light, from Holland's POV. Canon compliant (excluding Fragile Threads of Power).

Words: 2.8K

Major spoilers for the whole series. Don't read if you haven't finished A Conjuring of Light.

Disclaimers:

•Canon character death. Brief canon-typical depiction of violence, blood.

•Everything belongs to the brilliant V. E. Schwab. This is completely unofficial and just for fun.

Awakening

The last air left Holland's lungs. And then, at last, the world breathed in.

For a brief, blissful moment, the blackness took him. It wrapped its arms around him in a comforting embrace and he felt himself floating away.

And then the world reformed around him.

Light overwhelmed his senses, and he felt a pang of disappointment; a deep ache in the center of his being that longed for rest, that recoiled at the thought of going back to the world, to his tired body and his dying home.

But as he adjusted to the light, he realized that he wasn't back, not really.

The grove of trees surrounded him, but traced over the metallic trunks and pale green leaves were thin threads of light. They spiderwebbed over everything, glowing faintly. He knew instinctively that what he saw was magic. Power. The last, feeble strings of it in his world. The Silver Wood had always been beautiful, if anything in this world could be called that, but dim though they were, the threads transformed the space into something breathtaking.

And yet, they paled in comparison to the dense gathering of silver, pearlescent threads that grouped together around something lying at the foot of a silver tree.

His body, white hair and pale skin and charcoal clothes all but lost beneath the threads of light.

Perhaps the realization should have disturbed him, startled him at least, but instead he felt a natural understanding, as if this were as commonplace as the sun rising in the morning.

He was dead. Or at least, dying.

The world wrapped around him as he hung weightless and incorporeal among the trees. It permeated his consciousness.

Watch, it said to him, the word not a sound, but an idea, rising to his mind as if it had always been there. It was nothing like Osaron's voice in his head; this was natural, instinctive, right.

Watch

And Holland did. He knew beyond a doubt that that was what he was meant to do.

At first, he didn't know what he was watching for. He frowned, or rather, he would have if he'd had a physical form. Instead, the frown was a feeling that pulsed through his entire being.

But as he watched, he began to notice a change in the cords of light that swirled around his body. At first he thought they were simply fading, slipping away, but when he looked closer, he saw that they were bleeding into the ground, into the base of the tree, into the air. They spread like cracks through ice, like ripples through water away from his body. It took him another moment to realize that wherever his threads of light spread, they merged with the thin lines that traced over the world, the once dim veins growing brighter, thicker. Stronger. Wherever they spread, beneath the glow of magic, the world brightened. Pale, cold earth turning green, and warm. The metallic trees shimmered with new light, and the sky above his body shifted from a pale white to a clear, soft blue.

And Holland understood.

He had given up his magic, but his body was still Antari. It was why he had still been able to cross between worlds. Why his strength had gradually failed. An Antari's body was inherently powerful. His very blood and bones were made of magic, and as he watched, it was seeping into his world, spreading like wildfire. The entire grove glowed now with light and color and sky and sun. Flower buds were appearing among the tree trunks, the leaves fluttering peacefully on a warm breeze.

It was beautiful.

Beyond the trees, he could just make out the tips of the buildings at the city's edge, the light reaching them as he watched, and he knew it was strong; knew it would keep spreading and healing and waking this world that had been asleep for so long.

His world.

And Holland's consciousness filled with an expression he hadn't felt since he was a child, that perhaps he hadn't known even then.

Rest said the world, and Holland obeyed, leaning into the welcoming embrace. As he allowed himself to drift, away from the trees, from the city, from the world, Holland smiled.

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It had been a week since the fragile magic that had taken root in the city had faded, and then died. A week since anyone had seen the king.

Vali heard the murmurs on the streets, among the Iron Guard.

"The King has abandoned us."

"The magic is gone."

"New blood."

And yet, for once, no one seemed particularly eager to claim the crown.

Even the hardest, the most bitter and skeptical among them, Vali thought, had started to believe that perhaps the someday king had come after all. Perhaps their world really could heal. Few wanted to accept that that fantasy was over.

And so the throne remained empty.

Guards remained at their posts at the palace and along the city's edges.

Which was why Vali was the first to see the magic.

He was stationed on the west end of the city, near the Sijlt, on the roof of a building that gave him a view of the Silver Wood. It had been one of his favorite haunts long before he'd joined the Guard because he could see the trees, and somehow, the sight always helped him believe the legends.

And now, the legends were blooming to life right before him.

At first, he thought he must be imagining it, the color spreading across the trees as if the clouds were suddenly parting to let sun stream through in a way it almost never did in this city. But when he looked up, the clouds were parting, a sliver of sky turning a vibrant shade of blue that, four months ago, he would have thought impossible.

He held his breath, waiting for the illusion to shatter, but it kept spreading, reaching out until the entirety of the Silver Wood was bathed in light and brushed with color. And it didn't stop there. It spread slowly, steadily outward, towards the city. The few people in the street had started to notice it now, pointing and whispering. Some emerged tentatively from their houses to see what the excitement was about.

"The King!" he heard someone shout. "The King has returned!"

Vali tore his eyes away from the gathering light and dropped hastily down from his perch, joining the small crowd that had started towards the grove.

He felt the moment the magic reached them. The warmth, the rightness of it. It was better, even, than the power that had coursed through the city the last few weeks. Few had sensed it, but Vali had always prided himself on his instincts, and he had felt a chill, a darkness beneath the warmth and flowers. This magic held none of that foreboding. It felt pure. Natural. Steady.

At the edge of the grove, some hesitated, but Vali strode on. There was a strange pull, he thought, leading him forward, towards what he instinctively knew was the epicenter of power.

A gap in the trees, and Vali stopped short, breath catching in his throat.

The King was back. And he was dead.

The body that lay at the base of a silvery tree had hair whiter even than the pallid skin beneath it, but it was unmistakably the King.

The magic seemed to curl off of his body. Not visibly, but Vali could feel it pulsing outward, knew beyond a doubt that this was the source of the color, the warmth, the life.

There were gasps and murmurs behind him as the rest of the crowd caught sight of the body. He didn't know how many of them could sense the magic like he could, but they seemed to understand.

"The King is back," he heard.

"The King is dead."

"The world is waking."

Vali was never certain how long they stood there, keeping vigil over their King. The crowd grew as more and more people were drawn to the magic. As they watched, vines curled up around the trunk of the silver tree, flowers blossomed around the body at its base. A body that seemed to be fading, bleeding into the earth as if it were transforming into the magic that radiated outward. Which, Vali thought, maybe it was.

The sky was dark overhead, not with clouds, but with a rich black night dotted with little pinpricks of light, when the King's body finally faded from view, and Vali knew the work was done. Knew with a certainty with echoed through his very bones that when they returned to the city, it would be bright with magic and emerging life. Knew that it would spread to wake the lands beyond the city, and the lands beyond those.

The King had not abandoned them.

He had returned.

He had healed the world.

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A year passed before Kell returned to White London. He didn't know why he did it, what he expected to see, but the sight that greeted him was so unexpected that for a moment, he thought it must be a pain-induced delusion. He leaned heavily against a wall, forcing himself to breathe slowly, steadily. Waiting for the pain to pass and the illusion with it.

But the tearing in his chest faded, and the world did not. The sun on his skin was still too warm, too bright, the brick under his fingers a vibrant orange, and beneath his feet, clover was poking out between the cobblestones. Even the scent on the air was different; ash and blood replaced not by the floral perfume of his London, but by something clear and fresh, like a breeze first thing in the morning.

Kell frowned, a dozen explanations racing through his mind as he walked towards the city center. At the edge of the square, he stopped short.

He had witnessed an execution here once, on one of his first trips to White London. He was fifteen, and had been relaying messages between his King and the Danes for only a few months. White London was usually quiet, subdued, but that day there were people in the streets, and Kell followed. They were gathering in the square, and at its center, two men and a woman knelt on the cobblestones. One boy could hardly have been older than him. On a platform beside them stood Athos and Astrid Dane. Kell had watched in horror, unable to tear his eyes away as blood soaked the square, some of the boldest onlookers kneeling to touch it, hungrily searching for a hint of magic. Astrid's gaze had found him then, a wide smile across her face, her lips bloody, and Kell had run. He hadn't stopped until he was back in his London, where he'd been sick right there in the alley, screams still echoing in his ears.

It was hard to believe he was standing in the same place now.

The square wasn't bustling like the streets of Red London, but there were people walking about, their faces lined by hardship but their expressions relaxed. Conversations passed in and out of earshot. Shops had their windows and doors thrown open, and in one corner a group of children were playing, the sound of their laughter rising on the air.

At the square's center stood a statue; a life-sized depiction of a man carved entirely from white marble, except for the left eye, which was black glass that caught the sun and shone with refracted light.

Kell crossed the square, heedless of the stares that followed him, and read the name on a plaque at the statue's base, already knowing what it would say.

Holland Vosijk

His stomach twisted at the realization that he had never known the older Antari's full name.

Kell let his feet carry him through the streets without conscious thought for where he was going, simply marveling at the difference between this city and the one in his memory, and before long, he found himself standing before the palace. For a moment he hesitated, felt his pulse quicken, then he approached the gates.

Through the heavy wrought iron, he could see a very different scene than he remembered. Where there had once stood a forest of stone statues, now there were trees. Not the thick, dense grove that had briefly filled the grounds when Holland and Osaron had ruled, but rows of young saplings, with thin trunks and spindly branches and vibrant blossoms.

Two guards met him at the gate. Kell looked up to face them, letting the hair fall out of his face to reveal his black eye. He saw their surprise, and then something akin to hunger in one man's eyes and awe in the other's. He felt his knife against his forearm, he could have it out in moments... but both guards bowed deeply and opened the gates.

Time had done little to dull his memories of this place, and they played in his mind as he walked through the palace, as visceral and real as if a day had passed and not a year.

Here he had faced Athos Dane.

Here he had nearly lost himself to Vitari.

Somewhere down that hall, he had screamed and begged as Rhy's heartbeat faltered in his chest.

Here he had knelt before Astrid Dane.

But there was only one throne now, instead of two, and the man who sat upon it looked nothing like the Danes. He had pale skin and ash brown hair, and the weary but impassioned look of a man very near to declaring victory in a hard-fought war. Which, of course, he was.

"Your Majesty," Kell said, bowing.

"You must be Master Kell." The King inclined his head in a gesture of respect. "Much has changed in our city since you last visited."

Kell listened to the story.

How they had found his body in the Silver Wood. How light and life had spread from that point and, gradually, the world had woken.

They called him the Summer King. The one who had brought magic back to the world.

When the king had finished, there was silence for a moment before Kell spoke, the words forming on his tongue before he had decided what he was going to say.

"I would pay my respects."

The king nodded, gesturing towards the wide-eyed guard, who stepped forward hastily. "Vali can escort you."

The young guard bowed and Kell followed him out of the palace, toward the grove of trees just beyond the edge of the city. He listened silently as Vali animatedly recounted how he had been one of the first to sense the magic returning, had seen it spread from Holland's body with his own eyes.

At the edge of the trees, people had left offerings; flowers, mostly, but among them, Kell saw a handful of swords and daggers, relics of a not-so-distant time when the people of this city had warred over the slightest traces of magic.

Kell suddenly wanted to be alone.

"I can find my way from here," he said.

Vali looked slightly disappointed at the dismissal, but after a moment's hesitation, he stepped back and bowed again.

"Of course, sir. Straight ahead, you can't miss it."

Kell knew immediately when he had reached the place. There were no statues or plaques or offerings here; the people had left this spot untouched, but the tree spoke for itself.

Whereas the rest of this world seemed young- natural- this tree would have rivaled the oldest oaks in Red London.

Its bark was traced with vines that wrapped gracefully around its thick trunk. Small white flowers dotted its dense canopy, fallen petals and dappled spots of sunlight danced on the mossy ground at its base. On one of the lower branches, a bird had made its nest and Kell could hear chirping mingling with the soft sound of the stream.

Holland had told him once that some people believed this grove was the place where magic had died. Whether or not that was true, there could be no question that this was where it had made its return. He could feel the magic here, a sense of reverence that hung in the air and drew him closer.

Kell wasn't sure whether to bow his head or speak. A strange jumble of emotions had risen in his chest. He and Holland had never exactly been friends, but Kell had owed his life to the other Antari. They had understood each other in a way that no one else could, not even Rhy or Lila. Near the end, Kell had started to see a side to Holland that had been buried so far down that he doubted anyone else had seen it. Kell thought he would have liked this place.

Kell pressed his hand to the smooth bark and a subtle but distinct warmth radiated up his arm. He spoke softly, a single, encompassing word quickly swallowed by the foliage:

"Anoshe."

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A/N: I desperately needed Holland to know that he did save his world in the end, so I made it happen. I'm a few years late to this fandom, but if you're here, I hope you enjoyed my rambling. Thanks for reading! -Mel

*Opening line is from A Conjuring of Light, pg. 621 by V. E. Schwab.

[ask-fantasy-sanders-sides]

I forget, is Sune’s pink?? Idk why I thought it was also red? - 🌫️

(Roman smiles,)

Roman: Oh, only a few of the colors have been claimed by specific deities, like Lathander's Ruby Radiance and Eilistraee's Silver Moonfire. If you're not one of those special cases, it's usually more based on personality!

Roman: The color of your magic is changed by what your attitude towards magic is — It sorta reacts to how you intend to use it. The most common colors you'll see are shades of yellow, orange, and blue, with green being a little more rare than that, and purple being very rare. Each one has a pretty consistant profile of personality traits in the people who manifest them, and when you've seen enough spellcasting, you can even start to guess what spells people can probably do based on their color!

Roman: Yellow is associated with guidance, protection, and control; It's believed you manifest the yellow color if your use of magic is always dominated by your desire to do what you believe is right. Yellow casters tend to be fiercely devoted to their allies and principles, and are often incredibly selfless. They are usually healers and abjurers, using their magic to shepard others. Many famous leaders have been asociated with that golden glow~! However, yellow is just as common among iron-fisted dictators as it is among heroes and knights. —Disregarding that last warning, I always thought Yellow was the color Patton would have, if he ever gained a talent for magic!

Roman: Blue is associated with tranquility, focus, and intellect. It's believed you manifest the blue color if your use of magic is always dominated by your desire to learn and experiment. Blue casters casters tend to be analytical and curious, but they can also be cold and selfish. They use their magic to seek out their own full potential, and discover things new and exciting! It will come as no surprise that this color is very common in wizards, for good and for ill.

Roman: Orange is associated with pride, impulsivity, and freedom; It's believed you manifest the orange color if your use of magic is always dominated by your current emotional state, very rarely thinking through a spell as you cast it. Orange castors tend to be social, compassionate, disobedient, and hedonistic, but are also the first to harm others with their spells. They often use their magic to get whatever they currently want, or to entertain the others around them, making it the most common colors for bards and sorcerers! But, it also can be a warning to you about the caster's lack of morals or lack of control.

Roman: Green is associated with instinct or wildness, harmony, and vitality. It's believed you manifest the green color if your use of magic is driven purely by the ability to do it; the mere fact that the option is there. They are known to use their magic like anyone else would breathe, as a simple part of them they cannot live without. Green castors tend to be inhumanly stubborn and resistant to change, always true to themselves.

Roman: Purple is associated with ambition, amorality, and resourcefulness; It's believed you manifest the purple color if your use of magic is always dominated by your desire to exploit that power as much as you can. Not much is said aside from that, since it is so rare and most of it's notorius users have not been so kind. It's considered a bad omen, but it isn't inherently bad, it's just...particularly prone to corruption.

(Logan scoffs,)

Logan: No more so than yellow or blue. That is just a stereotype. Purple can just as easily be associated with a fear of power as a hunger for it.

Roman: Logan's just cranky because his dark blue gets mistaken with purple~

Logan: Just like the colors on a color wheel, the Achranoma exists on a circular spectrum; Yellow, blue, purple, red, green, and back to yellow. Your place on it will rarely be stuck in the middle of one hue. Mine manifested on the farther-towards-purple side of blue, that's all.

[cloudninetonine]

Remember that au I proposed where the boys never forgot Player but don’t tell them that they all know them due to the reaction they have? What if…

—

Things were… uncomfortable, the smithy found. Being forced into another journey wasn’t anything new, it was kind of expected at this point. However, the circumstances lining up to have nine heroes haphazardly shoved together in environments mostly unfamiliar without any real knowledge of each other made the whole situation tense.

The vet, traveler, and cook were by far the most suspicious of their new partnership. From the little Link had gathered from their journeys, they had pretty much no companionship, and thus were quicker to mistrust.

That didn’t mean no one else was giving side glances though. The Hero of Twilight often shifted uncomfortably when someone was too close, the Chosen Hero refused to let Link near the “Master Sword” to polish it (not that he particularly trusted the blade), and even the mature Hero of Time sometimes gave the scrutinizing side-eye glare.

The smith was guilty of this as well, though he liked to think he handled the strangers better than most, not as good as the captain, but alright enough.

Speaking of the captain, it had seemed that he had finally snapped.

“All I’m saying is that things are awkward, too awkward. The group dynamic needs a change and fast. Let’s all share something good from our journeys! Surely we all have something nice from our time heroing?” The Hero of Warriors prompted, half finished bowl in his lap.

“Right right.” The Hero of Legend spat sarcastically, arms crossed with a sneer plastered on his face. “You’re probably just trying to butter us up, or get information on us that you can use to your advantage. Well I’m not falling for it, pretty boy.”

Four watched as the captain’s eye twitched, the man took a deep breath in before continuing. “First of all, drop the attitude. Second, I’m not trying to scrape up dirt in you or stab you in the back, we are doing poorly in battle because of our lack of communication and it’s caused us to use more resources than necessary. Besides, what’s the harm in a bit of story telling?”

“I agree with the captain,” said the old man, the official-unofficial leader of their group. “We’ve been dancing around each other like blind cuccos, it’s about time we open up at least a small bit.”

Silence, no one wanted to speak up.

We should do go first, Vio murmured.

What? Why? Blue internally raised an eyebrow.

No one else is willing to speak up, and I’m sure we’ve got some sort of happy or even funny story to share, Vio explained.

He’s got a point there, we’ve got a metric ton of tales about our bad reactions to green peppers, Green laughed.

That’s too easy though! It’s gotta be something special for the first campfire story! Red argued.

…What about our guide? Vio proposed with a twinge of hesitation.

That may be a bit too personal-

IT’S PERFECT! Red exclaimed, interrupting Blue.

Wait, Red we haven’t agreed- but Green was too late, Red was already running their mouth.

“I had a guide.” Eyes turned toward the shortest hero, who sat straight despite the need to cower.

Good going Red, now we have to keep it up, Blue groaned.

“I’m not sure what they were, maybe a being sent by Hylia? Though they denied having affiliation with her, and didn’t speak with the formality you’d expect from an angel. No, they were silly, and fun, and stupid, and kinder than the word kind.” The smithy continued with caution.

“They took the form of a glowing light in my chest, no one else could see, feel or hear them but me, and only magical creatures had any sort of sense they were there.” The smithy felt himself getting enraptured in the story, not really ever getting much of a chance to do a whole lot of story telling made this one of the few that he hadn’t told to his father, Zelda, or Smith. It was exciting.

His happiness made it harder to notice the sparkle in the others eyes…

“They were there throughout all of my journeys, every last one of them. They gave me such a feeling of support and comfort… something I couldn’t ever think to let go.” It was getting too personal now, he knew that, but he was too far in.

“But after my most recent journey, they… left. I had noticed they weren’t talking much after the initial victory, their light felt weaker too, and I was starting to get worried.” None of the colors noticed their now wobbling vision, nor the wet fell sliding down his cheeks.

“After they didn’t say a word at the celebration over my victory, I confronted them, asked what was wrong. They said they had to leave.” He wiped at his eyes, forgetting it was strangers he was speaking too. “I begged them to stay, did everything in my power to keep them close, but nothing I did helped, and they faded away that awful night.”

Link get his grip on his spoon tightly, veins popping out from his skin at the force as his hand shook. “I regret trying to get (Name) to stay, I don’t think they had a real choice in the matter, I’m sure my tears only did them more harm than good a the end- GUHK-“ Hands grabbed his shoulders he yanked him closer. Link found himself looking up at the Hero of Winds, who was on his knees in front of the short hero with a wild, desperate, and sad look in his eyes.

“Was their name (First Name) (Last Name)?” Link froze, staring at the young hero with shock.

“Y-yes, how did you know…?” The smithy startled when the sailor began to cry, resting his head on Link’s shoulder as he feel against him.

“Wait- did you two both have a guide called (Name) too?” Link looked over at the traveler, who was normally a silent shadow slinking behind them, he now held a shimmer of pure hope in his gaze.

“You guys as well?!” The cook shouted, looking at the three heroes with tears stroking his cherry cheeks.

“Did… did we all have the same guide?” The skyloftian questioned, shrinking as all eyes leveled on him.

“I- I never thought of the possibility that (Name) would be there for you guys as well.” Twilight said, licking his lips nervously.

“But was- were they the same one? Or were they like us, having the same spirit but not being the same person?” The hoarder said, voice uncharacteristically soft.

The smithy paused while gently pushing a sniffling sailor to sit on anything that wasn’t Link’s lap. He pondered briefly, we’re they the same light?

Wait… I remember! Vio exclaimed, already opening their mouth.

“They were the same! When (Name was fading they told us- m-me that they ‘have more silly heroes to watch over now’. They must have been talking about you guys! Or, at least, whoever comes after me.” Link rambled.

Wow Vio, good slip up there, it’s not like we’re trying to keep ourselves a secret or anything, Blue snidely commented. Vio winced, the noise carrying over to the real world.

“So, each of us were truly guided by them?” The old man finally spoke up, voice quiet.

The Hero of Warriors laughed, flicking away a tear in his eye. “Do any of you perhaps remember how they’d worry about you? Like, I could get the tiniest scrape and they’d be screaming the most vile things at whomever did it, sometimes it was enough to make me blush.”

The veteran chuckled, “I remember telling them off for that, as half the time they’d get me into trouble on purpose. I can’t tell you how many times I was tricked and attacked by cuccos because of them.”

The group laughed at that, reminiscing their guide’s good ol’ mischief.

“Oh! Do you remember those terrible puns? I swear, every time we were out at sea they would make a fish joke. Every. Single. TIME.” The sailor groaned, falling flat onto the grass, no longer crying.

“They did the same to me, I would complain to Navi about the awful jokes, which got her to start making them as well.” The Hero of Time said dramatically, causing a torrent of more stories that evolved and got longer as time went on.

The Hero of the Four Sword hadn’t meant to start this full group chat, but it felt… really nice. With the pit his guide had left within his heart, he found something that could just about fill it, even if it wasn’t the same.

—

“I’m a little worried about them.” The traveler chewed on his cheek, looking at the champion’s door.

Link sighed. “They’re fine, you and Gilda said it yourselves, the shadow didn’t harm them.”

“Yeah- but- I don’t know, I just have this… this feeling.” The Hero of Hyrule said.

“What type of feeling?” The Hero of Warriors said with a smirk.

“You know what I meant. I just think they’re… familiar, they’re familiar to me.”

The skyloftian hummed, “You aren’t alone in that, I felt a little weird when we found them.”

“You think they’re evil?” Vet said, glaring up at the window you were probably behind.

“I sincerely doubt their bad, they aren’t a monster.” The Hero of Twilight tiredly grumbled, helping himself to a second serving of breakfast.

“Yeah, but they’ve got weird circle ears! Isn’t that kinda odd.” The Hero of Winds said with an upturned lip.

“The people of Ordonia have round ears, they aren’t special.” Ranch-hand argued, sitting down on the grass with a thump.

“Yeah, but I’ve met like everyone in Hyrule, and no one here has ears like that.” The cook pointed out, shushing Epona as she nickered for another apple.

The smithy huffed, “Well maybe-“

The door flew open, the person they had saved there with a panicked expression. They’re eyes bugged at the sight of their large group, landing on Sky, who was the closest, before slamming the door.

“-Ohp, oh there they go.” Sky said with a startled blink.

“Goddesses almighty.” The veteran groaned, muttering as he rose to his feet and walked into the house. There was a shout of surprise from him and-

“STAY BACK!”

…What?

The Hero of the Four Sword was moving before he could think. He knew that voice, he knew it too well.

He shoved himself between the other’s legs, who were also scrambling to get into the champion’s abode. He stopped, staring at the person, at you with awe.

He had never seen you before, how could he? You were sort of stuck in his chest as a disembodied light during every journey he had. You were almost exactly how he expected, both from how you would describe your appearance and from how you sounded. A kind yet mischievous face, soft hands without a cut in sight, and bright, emotional eyes.

Eyes that were currently nervously glaring at the group’s stares of awe.

“Who are you- no, where am I?!” You demanded, zero recognition within your gaze.

…Huh?

—

Oh nooooooo, they forgot theeeeeeeemmmmm, how saaaaaddddddndndnfjfjnfnd.

This is that memory au I had a long while back! I told it from Four’s perspective because I like him, though I’m not sure if I did his colors as it is intended??? Nor do we know how Player leaving works

Also, completely unrelated, but remember like- all the way back when I first started drawing art here? I drew the colors hugging Player, how do you feel about a redraw? I kinda want to do it but am unsure

OKAY BUT I LOVE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH I REALLY HOPE YOU MAOE MORE BB

This was literally an amazing read I've fallen in love

[dreamdragoness]

As the ailing King of Hearts lay in bed, relaxing to the comforting sound of his maid's lullaby, he drifted off to sleep. As he did, he recalled a memory of something similar happening when he was a boy.

When he was about nine, he and his mother took an entourage to the edge of the Hearts Kingdom. At the edge where the four kingdoms converged and that ever-present fog loomed over the center. They were there to check on the villages and border patrols as Spades' was acting suspiciously. It was nothing new and it gave them a chance to get out of the capital as long as they had their disguises up. Though the only disguise Wally preferred was having his hair down and magically dyed blue. But Wally, being the child that he was, wandered off one day. He couldn't remember why nowadays. All he did know was that he ended up lost in the forest and after wandering around to try and find a way back, he tripped and fell down a ravine. A sharp pain struck his right eye before he lost consciousness. The next thing he knew, he was lying under a blanket next to a campfire. A pile of leaves acted as a pillow and he could tell that he had some bandages wrapped around his head and eye.

That was when he met her. "Flower, gleam and glow, Let your power shine, Make the clock reverse, Bring back what once was mine~ "Heal what has been hurt Change the fates' design Save what has been lost, Bring back what once was mine~ "What once was mine~" Singing this strange, yet soothing, song was a girl around his age. Though it was night out, the glow at her throat and the campfire illuminated her curly red hair. He recalled how soft it looked. The girl looked like a noble, but he didn't recognize her from any of the socials his mother hosted. She was dressed in a lavender dress in an unfamiliar style and covering her face was a white bird-like mask with some sort of flower carving at the bridge. The mask was painted with small shapes of purple, red, blue, green, and yellow.

He thought she looked as pretty as a fairy. The "fairy," as he would later call her, saw that he was awake and checked on his injuries. She told him that she and her father had found him in the ravine and that she was taking care of him while her father searched for the prince's family. The prince once again felt soothed by the sound of the fairy's voice as she spoke to him. He was still wary and did not give him his name. And when he asked for hers, she avoided it and asked him what he would like to call her. When he softly responded "Fairy," she giggled. Saying that in a way, it suited her. The fairy stayed by his side, talking small talk to make him comfortable. She dodged the questions about where she came from and who she was, stating that he was also dodging those same questions from her. After a while, Wally did become comfortable enough to ask if she would sing more. The girl happily complied, singing the lullaby from before and other songs that, according to her, were taught to her by her mother. It was those songs that made the prince feel enchanted by her voice. He listened on as he drifted off to sleep. When he awoke, he was in his mother's arms and on their way back to the castle. Queen Ambrosia told her that the prince was really lucky that the girl and her father had found him and treated him. Especially once she revealed that the pair could possibly be from the Joker Kingdom as they wore masks and that Wally's eye was saved from becoming permanently blind. The boy wanted to see the girl again and realized that he had something in his hands: the girl's mask. To this day, Wally kept the mask in a space where he hid all of his personal treasures. While it was never proven if the fairy and her father were Jokers, the fact that Wally had searched every kingdom for a girl fitting the same description and found nothing made him believe what his mother said was true. Now he had a secret wish to find the Joker Kingdom like his ancestors before him. Not only to fulfill a family dream since the end of the Great War, but to find that fairy girl once more. And yet, the fact that Miss Flannigan had reminded him of that girl made him question her origin even more.

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An idea I had for "Wildcard." A little while after Stacy becomes Wally's personal maid, he becomes sick with a very bad cold and a high fever. While he was assured by the doctors that he was going to be fine with plenty of rest, his friends would come to check on him every now and then. One night, he has a nightmare about his mother's assassination, causing Stacy, who was nearby, to enter his chambers and tend to him.

Feeling sorry for him and haunted by the memories of her mother's death by illness, Stacy takes it upon herself to work harder to get Wally to feel better. She sings some lullabies in the hopes of getting the king to fall asleep. It works, but it brings forth a memory of his past. A memory that makes him even more curious about his new maid.

Not going to lie. This piece was inspired by young Rapunzel in the Tangled TV show singing to heal Pascal. I felt I had to include the song.

As for her voice, the Joker Kingdom has an abundance of magic and some Jokers gain certain abilities from it. As a Flannigan, Stacy has multiple talents (Flannigans are Jacks of All Trades), but at the age she was in the piece, she had developed a healing power that was powered by song. Specifically something soft like a lullaby. However, there is always a price for these gifts. If the Joker uses their gift outside their kingdom too many times past their limit, they could fall ill. That is because their bodies are like cell phones. If used too long or too much, they get drained.

Welcome Home: Party Coffin Royalty AU: @neonross

Stacy and the Joker Kingdom: Me Tangled: Disney

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Doors au! Doors au!

So... It's a funny story...

My sis is a roblox doors fan... So she would put on the TV some doors gameplay from roblox streamers.

One in particular, an April fools one, cracked me up, because it was just so hilarious.

And also because of the HoLy HaNd GrEnAdE... :'3

So one crack thought made another one and here we are... :'3

For those who didn't catch on what exactly I am meaning: Roblox is a platform on which people can play or even make/develop games. There are many genres and types of games. Now, Doors is a horror game in which you, the player, navigate a hotel who has 100 doors. This hotel houses many dangerous entities and secrets. The point of the game is to reach Door 100 and get into the elevator.

Also, to help you out... I searched for a YouTube video which explains the entities far better than me. Mind you, there will be jumpscares (it's a horror game after all)

Here is the video

Also check this video out, since it's funny.

Why did I give you a video about the entities?

Bc it will be very relevant to the au itself :3

Yes... It's a crack au... :'3

I won't keep this intro much... Let's just move on with it!

For starters! Background!

In here we will have a bit of a change of pace from my usual plot format.

Yes, people... There will be a story relevant Yuu... Shocker, I know... U-U

In here, Yuu came in early! One year before our cannon storyline. Not being of age to attend school, nor them actually having magic... Crowley passed them for a few days in Ramshackle before Trein came with the whole procedure to house Yuu until they have to leave.

Now Yuu is a helper for the teachers. Like they get some papers to them, help with grading tests or small tasks around school. Trein always stepped his foot down when Crowley started to be way too comfy with the handyman idea.

So Yuu had a very decent life now with Trein as their guardian. Lucius was a bit salty at first, but he came around the idea of the new child in the family. Even Trein's daughters loved Yuu like their own.

The thing was: this Yuu was way too curious for their own good.

Yuu explored all of Ramshackle, befriended the ghosts from there and also knew every nook and cranny of the school.

So when they returned to NRC earlier this summer holiday because of Trein needing to do some official paperwork and arrangements, Yuu's only warnings were: don't put yourself in danger, don't go into the dorms and don't get off the school grounds.

But does Yuu listen? Yeah... When it's Trein who says it...

But Crowley said it this time (Trein went to pick up some documents to sign them). So Yuu took it with A LOT of salt.

So what does Yuu do? Explore around the border of the school grounds.

That's when they stumble upon an odd looking mirror. Being the curious teen they were, Yuu goes to it to touch it and maybe bring it home, since it looks like with a bit of a wash, it could be a pretty mirror.

Unfortunately, that's a wrong move, since the mirror teleported them in an elevator.

And before them, 6 people appeared. They all had each a faith glow and we're floating as their bodies were a bit transparent.

They present themselves as the guiding lights. The smallest of them all, a boy with his hair resembling a flame, explained that currently Yuu got blocked in the 'Hotel of Horrors'. A place where malicious entities were created and contained.

The orange-red guiding light, Ace, makes the introductions. The dark blue one was Deuce, the yellow one was Jack, the purple one was Epel, Sebek was the green one and the last one was Ortho, the one who explained it.

Jack explained that they are young mages, who got trapped in here. Unfortunately, they cannot go further than the first room, so Yuu must choose one of them to get tied to and help them out throughout surviving the 100 Doors of this place.

Deuce shyly brings out that each of them can offer to you a perk, but only if Yuu chooses them to get tied to.

Ace could grant you more money. He insisted that later on, they will need it.

Deuce can open doors in advance. Unlike the other guiding lights, Deuce could interact with the doors and open them of they don't have a lock.

Jack can summon a candle. There's only one candle in the whole building besides the one he summons. The candle is very important in the greenhouse.

Epel can find you more vitamins and healing items. If Yuu was clumsy, then Epel was the best for keeping them alive.

Sebek would warn in advance of entities. What candle? What flickers? Sebek would warn you, sometimes even push you in hiding spots.

Ortho just gives you a holy hand grenade... That's it... He also has a pipe bomb, but Shhh...

Depending on the guiding light you choose, you get their perks.

:3

After Yuu (you, readers), makes their choice, the elevator would stop. (and so would that noice music :/)

And Yuu would be introduced to the lobby of the hotel. In there, there are 3 persons. One was sleeping on a couch and another one was at the reception desk, reading what Yuu came to assume was a manga. The 3rd person seemed to notice them first.

Now depending on which guiding light you have first... There are a few outcomes:

If you choose Ace or Deuce, the 3rd entity introduces himself as Trey. He looks fairly normal if you count off the vines that keep peeking out of his clothes. Trey would stick around with you and actually provide you with healing food, item which only Trey can provide.

If you have Sebek, he would immediately go and wake up the entity that sleeps on the couch, calling him Silver. Silver looks like a porcelain doll in terms of beauty, although it seems like his skin shines in light almost like metal. Silver would give you either money or even a flashlight, depending on what he finds.

If you choose Jack, Ortho or Epel: Nothing in particular happens. You can still talk to Trey or Silver, but Trey won't join you, only give you a bit of healing food. Silver would just keep napping.

The thing that happens in this room is that you get introduced to Idia. He has the same fire hair as Ortho, but he wears a big hoodie, covering his whole body. The guiding light says he has to come with you as he can store in his hair literally anything you need. Before leaving, Idia grabs the key that opens the lock for the first door. He says that many perished and that he doesn't have big expectations. Just don't die in a dumb way. :'3

The guiding light also mentions that Idia also has items on him from others who perished and entrusted him with them. Although if you don't have ortho as your guiding light, Idia might be reluctant to let you access those. He says you can only access them after you pass the library and prove you might not be that useless.

If you had ortho as your guiding light, Idia would agree more easily to offer you one of the few... More easy to grab items. Doesn't mean it's not useful tho...

So this is how Yuu starts their small adventure. First few rooms were easy enough. Like go, open doors. Sometimes you find money or an item. Sometimes you have to search for a key.

But when the lights started to flicker, that was your sign to hide in a nearby closet. No one gave to Yuu any kind of explanation beforehand. Only threw them in the closet and waited.

And sure af something passed through. It was unmistakably some kind of floating face and a lot of dark smoke before the lights were broken and the whole room was engulfed in darkness.

At first, if you had Sebek, he would get you out of the closet without hurting you. But if you had any other guiding light, you would meet Hide, who throws you out of the closet AND hurts you.

After that, your guiding light tells you that it was Rush, one of the malicious entities that would kill you the second it gets to you.

The other entity Yuu meets it's Eyes. At first they looked at it and, of course, got hurt. Idia had to guide them through the room. Thankfully eyes just appears and dissappears in random rooms.

And things get a bit less scary for Yuu. Some more Rush, a bit of Eyes. Sometimes Timothy appears in drawers. Some closets are actually occupied by a wierd looking floaty face. Yuu sure af had a field trip with that one.

A few other entities they meet on the way do actually help Yuu out a bit. Or ignore them because we aren't cool enough. :'3

Ruggie is a hyena Beastman, although he seemed to always pop out from under tables to steal leftover money. He is a bit greedy, but if you give him some of your money, he would actually help you in a few locked rooms by sparing you from searching for keys. If you meet him properly, you would notice the fact that he looks far more beastly than Jack or any other Beastman.

You can also meet Cater and Vil in the painting rooms.

Cater can also be found chatting with other peaceful entities in random rooms which have paintings. He is also peaceful and a nice chat overall. If you are nice to him, he would tell you to not be worried about some eyes on the wall, unless they are covered in black gloop and oozing through the cracks. But if you anger him, Cater can trap you in a painting and destroy it, just to have you killed. His skin does look like it's made of paint and sometimes it drips off, leaving trails of where he once passed by.

Vil on the other hand, can solely be found in the mismatched paintings room. He usually doesn't mind you, but if you do have Epel or Jack as your guiding light, he would give you some vitamins or a healing item. Yet if you anger him, he would hurt you with poison that slows you down.

Another entity you might meet is around door 30, when eyes keep appearing on the walls. Idia might get uncomfortable, but the guiding light assures that it's just Riddle.

If you do compliment him or are overall nice to the ones around, Riddle might respond to it by burning the wrong doors's plate and keeping you away from a nasty Duke attack. But if you anger him, he would burn the right door. And while this unlocks it lock or not, it also keeps you in the room for a while and prone to other malicious entities to attack.

But also when Riddle shows his presence, it also means Seek is nearby as well. A few rooms after seeing the first eye on the wall that is Riddle's, Seek would show signs that it's nearby as well. The guiding light would prompt you to use vitamins to outrun Seek, as now Yuu would come face to face with a looooong hall in which Seek is bound to chase you around and even kill you if he grabs you.

That's also when Trey can't go anymore if you convinced him to join you. He isn't a good runner. His left leg is actually broken. And he does show it. It's a fake leg made out of plants and vines. His other leg was a normal one tho.

And the Seek chase commences!

In here, Deuce would have been the perfect choice, but also Ace would grab things off the tables such as money or even items. Epel is also a good choice since he would summon for you extra vitamins if you ran out of it.

After Seek's chase. Idia warns that it's not the only time Yuu will meet this entity. There are 2 long halls in this hotel. Seek can switch in between them so if Yuu managed to pass this one, then Seek would wait for them at the next one.

After that, things seem like normal up until room 49, which looks like a library reception. In there, there are 2 entities.

The first one is a playful bat Fae named Lilia. He likes to jumpscare people, although he doesn't hurt them.

Unless you hurt silver.

Remember in the lobby that you could wake up Silver? There is a chance that he might actually fall off and get hurt, by cracking the porcelain body. If that happens, you cannot proceed to door 50 because Lilia gives you an insta-kill.

The other entity is Malleus. Now if you had Sebek as your guiding light, you can easily convince Malleus to come along you for the rest of the journey. But if you don't have Sebek, Malleus would mention that he really wanted a book about gargoyles from the library. If you get it for him, he will wait after the library and join you afterwards.

And here comes the library! With Figure!

The guiding light tells Yuu that Figure is blind, therefore it's better to silently crouch and get the right books and the lock sheet that is on the table in there.

There is also a humanoid entity above the bookshelfs. You could only spot specks of some kind of feathers and maybe some green beady eyes that look over you with great interest.

Idia says that he never liked Rook, but he always had his arrows shot in the right books. He is very hard to anger, but if you are foolish enough to manage, Rook would shot you with a few arrows, then leave you to perish to Figure. He is one of the cruelest entities in there as Idia dubbed it.

But even with that looming threat... Yuu manages to get out of the library. Idia congratulates them and even offers to give out an item that previous people who perished have entrusted him with.

And that's when Yuu sees what's under the hoodie. Idia opens it to show that his ribs were out, covering his torso and that more bone ribs were around his stomach aera, forming a circle through Wich Idia could stuck his hand in and pull out an item. When that happens, a small portal opens up. Idia says that Yuu is a human that wasn't trapped or belonging in the hotel. Therefore their imprint on items prevents them from preserving in their place once they die.

Idia also explains that he is a keeper, but only with items that are entrusted to him permanently. But once out, if used or not given back to Idia, he cannot recover them. This is why he was so skeptical.

After that, if you do get Malleus's gargoyle book or you already had Sebek as your guiding light, Malleus would join you. He seems very close to Idia.

And for now, the 52nd room hosted Jeff's shop! A safe room in Which 5 entities were found: Jeff, the shop keeper(he piles tip money to go to college :3), El Goblino, a nice red goblin, Bob the skeleton and Kalim with Jamil.

While Jamil was a snake person, always coiled up on a couch, he could offer you a groundbreaking deal: a rare item such as crucifix or a skeleton key. The catch is, you must give him either a Lockpick or vitamins. He doesn't take money.

Kalim on the other hand, had melted gold on him. He is kind and chatty. If you give Jeff some tips, Kalim would praise you and give you an important fact about a random twst Boi entity. The facts can vary from harmless things, funny stories or some morbid things that he thinks are 'happy accidents'.

But if you are mean, there would be some signs that tell you 'stop it, it's dumb'. Jamil would try and make you leave. And the lights would flicker.

But if you do ignore these signs as well... Then buddy... I'm afraid Kalim is gonna give you the insta-kill. (he is the only one out of the 2nd years who can give an insta-kill)

After the shop room, Malleus proves his worth by lifting up things. Sometimes he lights up dark rooms as well. He isn't a fan of Screech so he would swat it off, unless his hands are occupied by carrying something heavy.

Before the 2nd Seek chase, Yuu can't meet other new entities, except for Ambush. Cue ping-pong with Yuu in between Idia and a closet. :'3

But after the 2nd Seek chase, we reach the greenhouse! :D

Before the greenhouse, there is the small courtyard. In there, Yuu can access a small pond in which 2 residents can interact with Yuu.

Jade, the one who usually gets out to greet them... He is a quite shady entity. He can also offer an item he found around, for a quite high price. Unless you really are desperate, the deal is way too much of a scam. To avoid the scam, you can find prior to this corridor a mushroom in a pot. If you give Jade that, he would give the item for free and also call out his brother, Floyd.

Floyd ofc wouldn't like Yuu at first bc they gave Jade a 'nasty mushroom'. But he would give out some very important information about other entities. You only have to guess who has the sea life nickname. :'3

Floyd also mentions that 'Sea lion doesn't like that much sea slug' or that 'goldfishie is very hard to be found. He doesn't let just anybody to see his face.'. He can also say 'Azul has a very pretty voice. Although it's hard to say from where it comes if he hides.'. Floyd can also be convinced to actually help you, but he only rips open a few doors before he spots a certain room and stops. That's when he goes back.

Those are one of the most important pieces of information, as in a pot next to the pond, Yuu finds Azul.

Now if you had Malleus with you, now he could carry the pot Azul is in. He would accept to come with you only if you give him a pretty high sum of money.

So now Malleus cannot do anything but carry Azul after Yuu. Idia couldn't carry the pot with Azul, since he is too weak for that. :'3

Through the greenhouse, you can meet Leona. Leona could be a bit hard to convince on helping you if you had Malleus with you. But if Jack is your guiding light, then Leona 100% would help you out(with or without Malleus with you), by killing off Snare and turning it into sand. Unless Floyd ripped open the doors, Leona can turn their locks into sand also, sparing you of searching for the key.

But if you did have Floyd's help and you reach the door that he didn't open, it means you must also have unknowingly encountered eyes on the walls. Due to darkness concealing them, it's hard to spot them.

So if you had Floyd's help, you would know he was shooed off from breaking this door.

Because in that room, Riddle himself was hiding.

If you do acknowledge his presence, but don't do anything to him, he might help you out by fixing your candle. But if you do anger him, which is easy to do, he might lit on fire the room and deal a great ammount of damage to the room and also you.

But once you do pass the greenhouse, you reach the maintance room. Door 100 is opened by a lever. Idia says that this room is where all perished. He doesn't have much hope left as he knows this is the impossible one. The floor is made out of metal, which makes even crouching to be louder.

Now if you do open beforehand the electrical room and had Azul with you, you can tell Malleus to place the pot in there. After that, Malleus would have to leave as well. He cannot do anything of help anymore.

Once you pull the lever, you trigger the final obstacle: Figure... Again...

Except that this time, Idia runs off to the command room while you had to escape Figure's small chase and find the 10 missing pieces of the electric panel.

If you had Azul, once Idia reaches the control room, Azul would start to sing and therefore confuse Figure, allowing you to be more stealthy.

The shitty thing is that once you find 2-3 pieces, you have to return to the control room and give them to Idia so he could install them. After all 10 pieces are installed, Idia would power up the electricity, getting figure to be burned and flee through the window.

Idia would also help Yuu out with getting power to the elevator. Now if ortho was your guiding light, he would also help out, making it faster to unlock the elevator.

But Figure returns and is off to chase Yuu down, this time with Idia as well. Now there is a last second resort:

Idia would trip at one point and Figure would also be close.

If you would choose to help him out and get in the elevator, Idia would get out a crucifix and hold down figure enough for both of you to escape.

But if you let Idia to perish and reach the elevator, then you would anger the guiding light, no matter which one you choose, who in response would kill you before you can get the elevator working.

On the first scenario tho, Yuu escapes with Idia and the guiding light. Figure attempts to destroy the elevator in order to get to them, but it seems to have slammed into a portal, which throws only Yuu and Idia out, through that mirror that Yuu initially fell through.

And after that, Idia starts to cry. Not of sadness, but because he was happy. THEY were free now thanks to Yuu.

Before the 'they' question can be answered, Idia gives to Yuu a gift of his gratitude: a magestone that is meant to help Yuu light a way to wherever they wish to go. It won't need any magic to be activated, just the desire is enough.

And that's when from Idia's back, the other entities that helped Yuu along the way get out. Idia was indeed a keeper. If he was out, so were the cursed entities.

This is why they reluctantly helped Yuu. They wanted to use them for their freedom, but many perished before Yuu, so it was understandable that after years of people perishing, even in groups, they would lose hope.

In rage tho... Malleus is the one who destroyed that mirror which got all of them trapped in there.

Now imagine Crowley losing his shit when the magicless hooman returns a few hours after they went on exploring through the campus with 22 entities that all were apparently mages who went missing. There were ones who were simple people like Ace and Ruggie... Or some famous ones like Malleus and Kalim.

Trein gets to nag Yuu because 'How could you get in so much trouble! I almost had a heart attack because you dissappeared!'.

But in the end, because of all the needed papers and also the need to contact the families of the missing mages, Crowley 'oh so generously' allowed our boys to stay in Ramshackle and attend courses as students of NRC.

Some went missing for years, the last one to go missing being actually Deuce, 2 years ago.

So for now, Trein seemed very skepticall of Crowley, so he got Crewel and Vargas on board with the contacting families thing.

So by using super op Fae magic(courtesy of Malleus), Ramshackle was renovated into a new dorm in which the boys would stay. Yuu was in charge of these chaotic bois, deemed Dormhead.

And that would be for now. Yuu has to take care of 22 entities, each with their own nitpicks and wants.

There were the ones who took classes from the dorm, such as Riddle and Idia.

There were also the ones who were hard to break out of habits. The guiding lights especially. Epel just hands vitamins, Jack would give a candle to students who went to the greenhouses, Ace would find money, Deuce would open random doors, Sebek would scream almost 24/7 and Ortho would just hand grenades or pipe bombs to students who were nice to him. :'3

People like Ruggie or Rook would be the ones who would tamper with other students, but since the 'no, you can't kill people because they annoy you to no ends', the majority of 3rd years and Kalim were rendered to just punishing the annoying students by fighting them or giving a jumpscare. :v

There is also the octatrio, who had to take the leg potion. First weeks were absolute chaos. Ramshackle was full of screaming that passer by students thought some kind of horror spree was going on.

But meanwhile, Yuu is just done with all the shenanigans. Because they freed all of them, all of the boys were held accountable. Idia a bit less because of his gift. So Yuu imposed themselves as the authoritary figure that all of them must listen to until the end of the school year.

Cue adventures of 22 entities and a tired af magicless hooman. :3

And before you ask... Yes... Yuu tried to go to their home world, but the stone Idia gave them didn't recognise the place, much like the dark mirror. But it seemed to stir a somewhat possible path, so until it will finally give to Yuu the full path, they had to wait.

And that would be all... :3

There would be lots of fun mechanics and some crack scenarios not just in the hotel, but also in the NRC Aftermath.

As well as a dose of angst... :'3

So that would be all for now! What are your thoughts on this one? I intentionally left some miseries unexplained just to see how y'all will interpret it. :3c

Until next time! Buh bye!