#but doing it just for himself? bwah.

[buds-and-baubles]

(midnighter 2006-2006 issue #1)

so i've started to read the first midnighter series which ugh. not only more ennis but more giffen in my future. plot and writing so far is yuck and i'm not expecting much of anything from what i've heard.

in other news, i finally got to see the apollo painting panel. i love seeing how many hobbies apollo picks up and how he's always willing to try something new.

[chuluoyi]

Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

[milaisreading]

Karasu gave toddler cd!yn a crow plushie that she will. NOT. LET. GO OF. The rest of the players are having a stare down with the crow.

Crossdresser!Yn crying for 20 minutes.

Tokimitsu: What are we supposed to do?!

Bachira, making funny faces along with Charles and Chigiri: Look here, Y/n!

Chigiri: Bwah! I am not here anymore! *covers his eyes* and I am back *uncovers them*

Charles: Look at me, Y/n! I am a lion!

CD!Yn starts crying more because they are too loud. Karasu then runs in with a crow plushie in hand.

Karasu:Here you go~

CD!Yn stops crying and blinks at it a few times before grabbing it.

CD!Yn: Waahh! :D

Karasu, proud of himself as he picks up the toddler: Looks like he likes crow, and guess who has crow in his name?~

Charles, pissed off as ge tries to grab the toddler: Give him back! You will like a cat more, Y/n!

Bachira chimes in: Yeah! Let me give you a cat instead!

Chigiri: I will buy you any other toy you want. Let go of him, Karasu.

Tokimitsu, noticing Y/n fell asleep: Leave him alone. He is sleeping. All that crying tired him out.

Bachira/Chigiri/Charles, shutting up and glaring at the crow plushie: This isn't over.

Karasu is just happy his toy was picked as the favorite.

Later...

Isagi, sighing in defeat as he puts away a bunny toy: He doesn't want my toy either.

Kurona, sighs in defeat as Yn happily plays with her crow: My shark wasn't a favorite either.

Hiori: I think it's important that he is happy. Although, I am disappointed my lamb wasn't picked.

Yukimiya and Gagamaru pouting in the corner as Yn didn't pay attention to anyone or anything ever since she got the plushie.

Kunigami: Ahh... He will get bored of it... He is a toddler, after all

Rin, sighs as he is irritated that he can't snatch the plushie away: Karasu will pay for this

Meanwhile, Yn is happily having a tea party with the plushie.

Later...

Barou: That thing pisses me off *watches as Yn kisses the crow plushie's head*

Aryu, frowns in disgust: Why is a stuffed toy getting more attention than me? Y/n, come over here, I want to do your hair!

Niko, trying to take the plushie away while she is distracted, only for Yn to grab it before he could: It was thr perfect chance...

CD!Yn: No >:( Mine!

Otoya: Karasu will pay for this, I swear.

Reo: Yn, just give that toy to your good, old friend Reo. He will buy you a better one.

CD!Yn, tightens her hold on the plushie: No! Mine!

Nagi, frustrated and jealous: We don't want that ugly thing! Just give it to us so we can give you a better one!

CD!Yn as tears gather in her eyes: NOOOOO!

Snuffy and Chris run into the room, the players gulp as they see Yn crying on the floor*

Barou: Listen!

Niko: We didn't do anything.

Otoya: Yeah, it's all Nagi's fault!

Nagi: Mine?!

Reo: You all are too loud.

Chris, taking Yn out of Aryu's hold: All of you, 50 laps around the facility!

Snuffy: I don't want to hear any complaints.

Later....

Loki, shielding a sleeping Yn as Lorenzo held her: No. Stay back. This toy is the only thing that keeps him calm

Ness, rolls his eyes: We can do it as well. In fact, we can do a better job than that smelly toy

Lorenzo, laughing silently: You losers are jealous over a toy.

Kaiser, still glaring at the crow plushie: And?

[loopingpyre]

ok so in a stasis of working out what i was going to do tonight, i found the youtube channel of an idol gacha game i played back like. a solid 6 years ago. It shut down in 2019. Turns out it's still running.

Not with a whole ton of fans. But what was most obviously striking is the orange guy being the focus, and the main link being a fanbox.

So you go down, as one does and they've got the entire story stuff uploaded which is neat and- bwah????

It's all just the one guy, so let's go see what's on the fanbox!

You can spend money to recommend, him, Kurenai Yuuhi, to play short guitar covers of various songs with a cheap vtuber model. And also get ASMR audios! The actual site for the game is completely down. It's just this, oh and also this. He streamed Stray. He streams himself playing guitar???

Which links to the a collection of things, including a character specific twitter page. (the VA's own is here)

I think he just stole the channel. It's his now. Shou Kiriake owns it now. This means nothing, it's just hilarious.

Sidenote: Before this, they tried out NFTs it looks like. I found their opensea. They sold nothing. Lmao.

[honeyviscera]

♫ vbs writing songs.....

toya knows advanced music theory because of his upbringing. he would take those fancy theory exams and his dad would assign him theory homework, so he knows how music works on a very technical level. i think while writing music he can become wrapped up in chord progressions and modes and the like.

he does use the music mixing software souma's teaching him of course, but i like to think sometimes the best way for him to work through a song is to set up in the Weekend Garage, haul an electric keyboard onto one of the booth tables, spread staff paper out in front of himself, grab a pencil, and plot out chords by hand.

he's still working on "going with the flow" more, in order to make songs that feel more free and relaxed, and fit the style of vbs, but i think this method has allowed him to create some incredibly technically complex and beautiful scores. it's fun to imagine him plotting it out on staff paper, then typing it by hand into his laptop, and then adding effects and layering melodies and seeing how he can digitally alter it to make it even better.

♫

akito knows some music theory, but not as much as toya. when he was first getting into the music scene, he thought it would be important if he knew how to read music, so he taught himself the basics and has worked up from there. and starting his music journey with toya, he also would learn more theory from him as well, even if at the time it was a bit of an uncomfortable subject for toya. i think akito's approach to writing music is more prioritising what sounds good and just. trying a bunch of different things over the technical aspect of it, but he falls back on technical knowledge when something just isn't working, or if he's trying to achieve something specific.

he also will think of the music in technical terms (like note names, basic chord names, etc), as opposed to an, who just thinks in vibes and sound bytes of songs she's heard before lol

i like to think of him up in his room with his headphones in, on his laptop, just trying different things, humming, making small notes in a notebook, tapping rhythms with his hands. he'll aready be imagining the choreography that could go with the song in his head and might jot that down too. he and an will text back and forth little sound bites as they work on songs together and also short videos of themselves demonstrating dance moves to each other.

his notes are a mixture of sketched chords, timing and choreo notes, and generally outline a song timeline. toya: "now if only your school notes were this organised :)" akito: "oi. -_-"

♫

an isn't suuper well versed in music theory, but she does know some things. she more learned music by ear, growing up in vivid street around a bunch of street musicians. her way of using the music software is like. she'll hum something she thinks sounds good and then trial-and-error her way with the software until it sounds like what she was thinking (but she has very good pitch, so it doesn't usually take too much tweaking to get what she wants.)

she definitely goes more by vibes. she'll think something like "hmmm, it needs to sound more 'bwah!' here...." and then she'll make it more bwah. when she and akito are writing together, this habit of hers can be frustrating because "an, i don't know what bwah means. do you mean something like the chord should be brighter? the tempo faster? some effects should be added?" and then an will be like "mmmm.... I don't know. it just needs more bwah." eventually they figure it out though. and akito slowly learns to interpret her noises and hand waves and head shakes lol

she also texts akito sound bytes and choreo clips and general thoughts on songs. i think instead of using a notebook she just texts akito and uses their conversation history as a notebook lol. when they're rehearsing a song she's like "oh that reminds me...." *pulls out her phone* *scrolls through her and akito's messages* "just a minute......." and then akito will be like "do you mean [x thing] you texted me at 1am last week" and she'll be like "YES how did you know :0" "sigh". akito remembers everything she texts him, because even if random or out of context, he really likes her ideas. and so akito himself ends up being her notebook haha

♫

kohane, being the newbie, is just learning..... i think she's trying to teach herself music theory to really understand what goes into a song. when vbs are hanging out and discussing songwriting, she's doing her best to listen and absorb it all. i like to think she'll sit and watch toya when he's in the booth at weekend garage with the keyboard, and she'll ask occasional questions about his process and he'll smile and explain this and that..... ♪(´▽｀)

akito and an both talk about their process with her to help her learn.... i think when she sits down to write her first song she'll take a mixture of everyone's methods to make her own! (❁´◡`❁)

[sephirthoughts]

Do I even have to say anything about why I ship them? It just happened, and I still don't know why. XD

Ah, man, I think you can already guess who I'm talking about, but Reeve and that Haunted Hotel Bellhop? That's my weirdest ship so far.

That, or Daraen (Fire Embelm Awakening) and Cloud. For them it's just the vibes. Also, white haired protagonist who's haunted by an ancient evil falling for the blond guy who's haunted by a silver haired new evil is just funny to me. XD

i don't actually know what fire emblem awakening is even so reeve bellhop it is!! 😂

This wound up being…well, pretty much exactly as silly as I expected.

"Now, Ollie, it's not nice to pull off other people's bandages. No, no, don't put them in your—and they're in her mouth." Benjamin sighed, as he attempted to tug the long strip of cloth out of her hands. "Well now they're all soaked in your baby slime. How am I supposed to put them back on?"

"Pfffbbt bah gah bah!" Ollie argued, flatly refusing to relinquish her interesting new toy.

"Why don't you just leave them off," Nero suggested, from where he was lying on the couch. "Who are you worried about seeing you, here?"

Benjamin opened is mouth to reply, but Reeve and Vincent came downstairs, at that moment.

"Oh, hey, Benjamin," Reeve said, looking surprised. "You're really handsome, without the bandages hiding your face."

"Thank you," Nero answered, at which everyone looked at him. "What? We're identical."

"You're right. You're both very handsome," Reeve chuckled.

Benjamin was already holding Oliie in front of his face, like a human shield, so he didn't see Reeve look over at him, again, as he and Vincent went out the front door.

It was nice of Mr. Tuesti to say he was handsome, but he knew how ugly the blue-black darkness cracks in his face were. He'd scared enough kids and teenagers and full-grown adults to be fully aware of his hideousness, before the age of ten.

The cherry on top of that self-esteem issue sundae was when he'd been deemed too scary looking for the job he'd applied to. The job as a bellhop at the Haunted Hotel. Where part of the gig was literally scaring people.

His friend helped him put together his mummy-bellhop costume, which conveniently featured a lot of facial bandages, and his application was finally approved by management (with the additional caveat that he also had to wear contacts to make his cat-slit pupils appear round).

He didn't resent the bandages, though. They were his armor. People laughed and smiled, when he had them on, rather than averting their eyes or staring in horror. When they screamed, it was because he dropped out of the ceiling and spooked them, on purpose. It felt good to have control over how people react to you, after a lifetime of evoking terror, through no fault of your own.

"I approve," Nero said, apropos of nothing, after Vincent and Mr. Tuesti had gone.

Benjamin looked up. "Huh?"

"Reeve. I approve. You may date him."

"I…you…he…WHAT??"

"BWAH??" Ollie squawked, mimicking Benjamin's exclamation.

"He obviously likes you. He's a little old but he's hot, and he's a good person. Hence, I approve."

"I don't—Mr. Tuesti doesn't like me like that, are you insane?"

"Legally, clinically, and literally, yes. But that doen't mean I'm blind and stupid. That man is into you. It's a fact."

"What's a fact," Sephiroth asked, as he entered the living room.

"Reeve likes Benny."

"Hm." Sephiroth considered this for a moment. "I approve. You may date him."

Benjamin was absolutely beside himself. "What are you—I didn't ask for approval! Or permission! And I'm not dating anyone!!"

At that very moment, the front door opened and Vincent re-entered. Behind him, Reeve popped his head in. "Hey, Benjamin, could I talk to you in private for a sec?"

"Um, s—sure, Mr. Tuesti, I'll be right there."

Ollie staunchly hung onto the bandage, and not wanting to risk a tanrum, Benjamin gave up and handed her over to Sephiroth. Ignoring Nero's meaningful look, he followed Reeve out the front door.

Nero turned to Sephiroth. "I'll bet you a hundred gil—"

"No wager necessary. It's a certainty."

"Guh guh guh guh," Ollie burbled, cheerfully saturating the bandage with more drool.

Several long minutes passed, then Benjamin returned, and sat down on the floor, where he'd been, as if nothing had happened. Three pairs of eyes stared at him, till he couldn't sit still anymore.

"I'm going to the engineering expo with him, on Saturday, and he's taking me to dinner afterward. Are you happy?"

"Ha! He did ask him out!!" Nero gloated. "You owe me a hundred gil, Sephi!"

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. "I didn't accept the wager, and I agreed with you. Congratulations on your date, Benjamin. I hope you have a lovely time."

"It's not a date!" Benjamin insisted.

"What kind of dorks go on a date at an engineering expo," Nero chortled. "You and Reeve are two peas in a nerd-pod, aren't you."

"But it's just an activity and a meal. That's not a date. Is it?"

"An activity and a meal is generally considered a date, Benjamin," said Vincent, who had reappeared at some point.

"Bahbuh mabaga," Ollie put in sagely, offering Benjamin back his drool-soaked bandage.

"Thanks. I'll just…wash that first."

"If you're too nervous, I'm willing to disguise myself as you and serve as your substitute."

"You giant jackass, who are you gonna fool?" Nero scoffed. "If anyone's going on Benny's date in disguise, I am."

"No one's going on my date in diguise! I mean—not date!!"

"What's that? Benny got a date?" Cid's voice called, from the stairwell.

Benjamin sighed, dropping his head despondently into his hands. "Yes. I…I'm going on a date."

[youcouldstartacult]

who do you think flicker is about? he’s said it’s mainly about one person but i can’t remember anyone he dated that would evoke SO much emotion. amy green? selena? i feel like it’s selena but no one else does.

i think flicker is an amalgamation of different muses and experiences. flicker is YEARS in the making- niall’s said himself there were songs he’d been holding onto while in the band. i think selena is definitely one of them (my own personal opinion: on the loose, flicker, fire away at least) and then hometown/non famous gf is another (could very possibly be amy) ((this town, you and me, the tide, paper houses)) (((in my opinion!!)))

also i think it’s interesting you say you can’t think of anyone who would evoke so much emotion and i definitely get that since he’s never really been public about his relationships but niall is a self proclaimed hopeless romantic! i can imagine all of his relationships have evoked a certain level of emotion from him. definitely when you combine that with the amount of change that is such a big theme in flicker: moving from ireland and never going home physically and also never as the same person he left as and being in a seemingly very in love and codependent relationship with someone and it coming to an end at the same time as 1D coming to an end was. there was just so. much. change. his life changed forever in 2010 and then when enough time passed for it to feel relatively normal, everything changed again.

bwah i love talking about flicker!!!!

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

What if maybe As.gore ended up being used as fertilizer for his own garden?

Oh, I like this a lot. Fun idea for a little mystery pred.

A.sgore hums a tune as he waters his flowers. It's a good, constant part of his day. It's his one chance to just...relax, clear his mind, and enjoy the sparse bits of nature the U.nderground is allowed. His ear twitches when he hears the door open behind him and someone walks in.

"Oh, is someone there? I'll be right with you! I'm almost done here." A.sgore doesn't even look over his shoulder as he addresses whoever came in. He's almost done watering his flowers, squatting down as he does. He can hear soft footsteps coming closer. He doesn't think anything of it. What does finally get his attention is someone seizing him by the horns.

"Bwah?!" A bleat escapes A.sgore as he's pulled backward. The watering can drops from his hands as they shoot up to try and push the assailant away. His vision goes dark, and everything around his head is slimy and wet. It's when a thick gulp echoes around him and the person's maw stretches over his chest that he realizes what's happening. Someone is eating him.

Another thick gulp slurps down over A.sgore's stomach. Even though he's wearing his armor, it seems his predator has no problem devouring him. His legs kick around in the air and he cries out for release. All he gets is the feeling of his body being hoisted upwards as the predator tips his head back. A wet gulp and slurp follows, and A.sgore's legs are slurped up, packing him down into the gurgling stomach that had been waiting for him.

The space is dark, slick, and smelly. A.sgore finds himself curled up tight, the stomach walls around him pulsating and flexing against him, an eager gurgle echoing around him. He's upside down and tries to kick around to get upright, but it just works a wet belch out of the pred. A hand pats over his face and he snorts, shaking his head around.

"What is the meaning of this?!" A.sgore calls out. "I am the king--you cannot treat me this way!" Was it really one of his subjects? A member of the guard? Maybe a fellow boss monster? Or...is this another human who managed to make their way to him? A.sgore can't tell from where he is, and the predator who devoured him isn't saying a word.

The gut sloshes around him, making him bleat as the predator walks. They don't go far before sitting down. Are they sitting in his throne? While they digest him? The insult and the surprise of it all is making A.sgore angry, but no amount of yelling or kicking seems to do anything to help him. It makes the occasional belch rumble out and he feels hands rubbing over his form. He's at least able to get right side up again. But otherwise...he's stuck. And as time ticks on, the belly is working over him like any other piece of food.

A.sgore's energy steadily wanes and he finds it hard to struggle after a while. Even his voice is more of a pathetic croak than the demanding yells he was managing. The sounds around him are growing louder, harsher, and the walls seem to be closing in on him. It doesn't help that he's starting to lose sensation in parts of his body.

"P...Please...I can give you whatever you like!" A.sgore tries to plea. He's not even sure if his voice can be heard over the thick churning over the active gut. But the numb feeling is spreading through his body steadily and he knows he doesn't have long. The magic that makes his form is falling apart and if he doesn't get out, he won't be recovering. "You don't have to do this...whatever it is...I'm sure we can work out another solution!"

A hand shoves down on A.sgore's head, plunging it downward in the thick stew boiling around him. There's a muffled voice he can't make out, followed by a belch, and A.sgore realizes he's just food. Just in time for the churning gut to overtake him. He manages a few more weak twitches before everything goes black and he's gone for good.

The rest of his body breaks down from there, steadily reduced to a thick, bubbling slop. And it starts to sink deeper, pumping through his predator's bowels. Plenty of him goes to fatten them up, but plenty more is becoming more solid and settling down much deeper in the stranger's guts. It's a lot of goat to break down, and it takes while, but eventually...

A.sgore is returning to the outside world. Thick, brown waste slowly coils up in his garden. White fur speckles the dark mass, with thick bones baked into each log. Occasionally, his armor squeezes out as well, dulled down by their trip through the predator's guts and packed tight with shit. It leaves a mountain of manure behind, smothering some of the flowers the goat used to so dutifully take care of. But at least the rest would have fresh nutrients to enjoy.

The predator lets out a grunt, then a sigh as something solid passes through. A.sgore's skull sits at the top of the pile, lower jaw missing. It's half buried in the muck, shit coming out of the sockets. His horns stick out proudly, one snapped in half. The predator walks off after that, whistling the same tune A.sgore had been. By the time anyone checks in on their king, all they'll find is a fresh pile of manure for his garden. No one would ever truly know who made it, though. Only what it was made out of.

[cr-another-kingdom]

Sugar Note Cookie

Made of low-fat sugar, and accidentally stirred in full-sugar sprinkles, Sugar Note Cookie was baked and showed the world his attempts at rock 'n roll! Of course, he's not perfect like any Cookie is, yet he yearns to be as good as Rockstar Cookie. Maybe he'll get inspiration with more sugar...

psst! theres more under the cut!

Quotes  ;

General

The show must go on.

Have you listened to Rockstar Cookie's newest album?

I will play this guitar, forevermore..

I prefer to listen to music most of the time.

Rock is my jam... and other music genres, I guess.

The names Sugar Note Cookie, uh, please don't forget it.

I'm still an up-and-coming musician...

My parents always told me I was musically talented.

One day I hope to meet Rockstar Cookie himself...!

Have you heard of this other musician lately? Parfait Cookie, I believe...

I don't see myself being as popular as other musicians.

Tired 

Bleeeh ...

Daily Gift

Here's a tune you'll like ...

Tap

Hello.

Do you want to hear a chord I just thought of?

Woo...!

Rockstar Cookie is my inspiration...

I want to be just as good as that Cookie...!

... ♪ ♫…

I want to run across the world to share my tunes... (Like hint)

Bright stage lights scare me... (Dislike hint)

Gift

Too sugary... but it's my favourite. (Given 100% Sugar Sprinkles)

Now every Cookie can hear my tunes... sick! (Given Breakout Ticket)

Bwah! Too bright...! (Given Gray Sugar Crystal)

Woah... Rockin... (Given Golden Royal Dough)

Thank you. (Neutral)

KINGDOM ;

Epic - Middle - Support

Made of low-fat sugar, and accidentally stirred in full-sugar sprinkles, Sugar Note Cookie was baked and showed the world his attempts at rock 'n roll! Of course, he's not perfect like any Cookie is, yet he yearns to be as good as Rockstar Cookie. Since debuting with some of his 'tunes', he's managed to catch the eye of quite a few Cookies—including Rockstar Cookie himself! And with the energy, will it really shine upon his heart and give him the courage he needs?

GACHA PREPULL  ;

Hello, everyone!

GACHA  ;

I'll play these tunes thousands of times..!

WISH  ;

If it will help me get better...

LOADING SCREEN  ;

Please don't make me regret this!

My melody can support us all!

I'll take em' head-on...!

Don't do anything too rash, okay?

Be careful! Please?

SKILL  ;

Hear my melody!

VICTORY  ;

Huh? Just like that?!

I hope my idol is proud of me...!

I did the best that I could!

DEFEAT  ;

Blehh...

... Maybe next time we'll rock...?

If I was just a bit better...

KNOCKOUT  ;

I failed...!

PROMOTION  ;

My dream is to be as great as Rockstar Cookie...

I could never truly preform any of my... 'Music'.

I still hope that I can get better!

This calls for a victory song!

Wow... have I gotten better...?!

ASCENSION  ;

This time...! with more courage!

Let's do this one more time...!

This calls for a victory song!

I still hope that I can get better!

I'm not perfect, but it doesn't hurt to try...!

LEVEL UP  ;

I've never had this before...

Sugary... Just like my dough...!

I think my Tunes just got better!

... Could I have some more, please...?

Is this what Rock Spirit is? Amazing...!

Too sugary... Almost like that one ingredient, ha ha!

I can be stronger for that special Cookie now...

Yayy...! I'm stronger now!

KINGDOM  ;

... Hello!

Just like you mean the whole world to me... ♪ ♫

Other Cookies have heard my Tunes...?! Wow...

Rockstar Cookie is my idol! I strive to be like him in the music industry...

My music? Oh, I call them Tunes instead.

♪ ♫ !

My body can live off of just sugar! Kind of cool, right?

Um... Wanna hear a chord I made?

Uh...! Have you heard Rockstar Cookie's new album?

... You're a Coconut, right? Haven't seen one for myself...!

Awawa... I can't believe Rockstar Cookie liked my song..!

COOKIE INFO  ;

I could never share my... 'Music'... to the world.

I dropped out of school for my Tunes!

New Cookies make me anxious, he he...!

My dream is to be like Rockstar Cookie...!

I used to be in the music club, then I learned about Rockstar Cookie's songs.

The spirit of rock...!

I admit, I'm not the best at much, he he..

I never leave my home without my full-sugar sprinkle toppings!

First day out of the oven... I showed my attempt at Rock 'n Roll!

I'm not gonna JUST rock out—I'm gonna EMBODY it!

Battling Alongside Rockstar Cookie  ;

R : Are you ready to ROCK?!

SN : Don't do anything rash, okay?

R : I know you've been waitin' for it!

SN : I'll play these tunes thousands of times...!

R : Let's hit the stage!

SN : I'm not perfect, but it doesn't hurt to try...!

[giggly-squiggily]

Helluuuuu!!! Is it alright if i request lee kageyama and ler suga?

You can decline if u want ofc!

Heyo! Of course it's alright anon! I've gotcha covered! :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob

“Kageyama, come here.” Suga called out, gesturing for the younger setter. “I have something to show you.”

The first year perked up- then immediately tried to hide it when he remembered Tsukishima’s offhand remark about him looking like a dog getting treats. Whenever Suga called out to him like this, it usually meant a new way to set or serve.

Sure, he had his own style mostly figured out by now, but that didn’t mean he was gonna pass up a chance to learn from his seniors. Also- Suga always brought goodies with him. Homemade mochi and milk candies he got from the candy store near his house.

Maybe Tsukishima had a point about the treats…

“Kageyama?” Oh- right. The younger boy shook himself out of his thoughts as he walked up, meeting Suga’s kind gaze. “There you are. Ready to see something neat?”

“Sure.” Kageyama nodded, trying for casual as he watched Suga get ready, volleyball in hand. Was he going to serve or set? Was it a new technique?

“Okay- here’s what I need. Raise your arms- higher- there we go, just like that! What I’m about to show you is how to set when you have no room to put your arms down, okay?”

“...Okay?” Kageyama blinked, unsure by what he meant. There was never more than 6 people on court, and everyone was usually spaced out- why wouldn’t he have room to put his arms-

Hands grasped his wrists from above. When he peeked, Asahi gave him an apologetic smile.

Oh.

Oh.

“W-Wait, hang on! You set me up! This was a trick!” Kageyama squirmed, already giggling as Suga slowly approached, fingers wiggling. “S-Suga, wahahait!”

“Hm? What’s that? Don’t wait?” Siga raised his arms high, giggling himself. “Eager aren’t we? Alright- here we GO!”

Hands found his sides, and Kageyama slammed his mouth shut to fight down the laughter creeping up his throat. He refused to laugh- REFUSED! He wouldn’t make himself look any stupider before the third years!

“I wouldn’t do that, Kageyama. Holding it in is bad for you.” Suga cooed, one hand working his ribs up and down while the other dropped to the younger boy’s waist- squeezing softly. “Don’t be embarrassed, let it out!”

Kageyama stubbornly shook his head, earning a chuckle from the others.

“He really is stubborn, huh? Alright then- you asked for it.” Suga winked before thrusting both hands into Kageyama’s armpits.

“MMPH!” The younger setter made a noise of protest, eyes widening and cheeks reddening with restraint. Then with a loud “BWAH!” he broke into laughter, knees wobbling as he fell back against Asahi’s chest. “Ahehahahahhahahahahaha! Pffft- ghehahahhahahahhaa! Shihihiihihihihihiihihit!”

“Oo, he said a bad word!” Hinata- where the hell did he come from?-appeared around Asahi, giggling as he watched Suga take down his friend. “Get his ribs! Do the poke thing; he’ll snort!”

“Ooh, good idea, Hinata!” Suga agreed, doing just that, prodding rapidly and rhythmically along Kageyama’s ribscage.

“SHuuhuhuhuht the hehehehell up boohohohohoke! Gehahahahhahaha, nohohohoohohoo *snort* don’t doohohohooho thahahhhahat! Suhuhuhuhuuhga plehahahahhahahhse!” Kageyama did in fact snort much to his embarrassment. Hinata cackled like a child, jumping up and down in delight and clapping.

“He snorted! He snorted! Do it again, do it again!” He cheered, squealing and doubling over when Suga shot an arm out, jabbing him in the belly. “Ahehehhe! Hehehey!”

“Hello to you as well.” Suga grinned, dropping to the ground with his hands hovering over Kageyama’s knees. “Are your knees ticklish, Kageyama?”

The setter- just barely catching his brief within the short break- felt his eyes widen. “N-No! Not at all! They’re not!” He tried to back them up, but he risked losing his balance, meaning he only gained a few inches of distance for one of them. Suga hummed, turning to Hinata.

“Are his knees ticklish, Hinata?”

“Will I get tickled for snitching?”

“Probably.”

“Boke, don’t you dare!” Kageyama growled, his glare ineffective on his flushed face. Hinata considered his options.

“I can’t remember.” Hinata announced. Kageyama let out a quiet sigh of relief. “But if you need help finding out, I can grab a leg!”

Traitor!

“Bring him down, Asahi!” Suga called, and just like that Kageyama’s butt was against cool gymnasium flooring- then his back as he sank, laughing hysterically as four hands grabbed his knees, squeezing and tickling behind them. “AHEhahahahahahhahhahaha! *snort* Plehahahahhahahahahahahse wahhahahahhahahit! It tihihihiihihckles toohohohohohoho muhuuhuuhhuuch!” He cried, feeling his chest start to tighten from lack of air.

“Hehe, okay okay- let him go, boys!” Suga called. The tickles ended, much to Kageyama’s relief. He gasped for air, tossing an arm over his eyes to hide as Hinata giggled nearby.

“Are you alright, Kageyama?” Asahi asked, gently prodding him on the arm. Tired, the setter could only offer a weak thumbs up, earning a smile from the older boy.

"Yehhehheah...whahhat was that for?" He grunted, shooting Suga a look. It wasn't like the older setter to start tickle fights- at least not this obvious anyway.

"Cause you're trying to act cool." Suga told him, a small smile on his lips at Kageyama's shocked expression. "I overheard you and Tsukki- you don't need to worry about how you express yourself around us, Kags. We love your excitement."

"It's just who you are. Like how Hinata's a ball of unyielding energy." Asahi nodded in agreement, smiling at the redhead. "Don't let Tsukishima's sass bother you, kay?"

"I...okay." Kageyama gave in, too tired to argue. His chest felt a little lighter- he hadn't realized how irked he was about that little comment afterall.

“Great- now that’s taken care of, we can move onto more important matters.” Suga stood, stretching out and offering a hand to the brunette. “Meet me in the locker room- I have T-R-E-A-T-S.”

Hinata lit up, and Asahi smiled. Kageyama almost cheered but then paused, confused. “Erm…why are you spelling ‘treats’?”

“TREATS?” Noya and Tanaka in the distance perked up. Suga sighed, holding his head.

“That’s why.” Suga sighed as Kageyama bowed his head, sheepish. “It’s alright- I packed enough for everyone.”

Thanks for reading!

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 16: "Challenges"

Tenma: “If we’re meeting a wizard, he might know something about the legendary phantom Oasis.”

Yuki: “You still haven’t given up on that? I’ve got no choice. As your wife, I’m worried about you. I guess I’ll tag along.”

Misumi: “If you’re going on a journey, I shall come with you. Rather, take me with you.”

[Misumi jumps]

Tenma: “Don’t put yourself in my bag with no notice.”

Izumi: Tenma-kun, could you put a bit more emphasis on that last part?

Tenma: …

Izumi: Tenma-kun?

Tenma: Ah, yeah, sorry.

Izumi: Okay, let’s stop here for today.

Tenma: Yeah… Good work.

Yuki: What’s with him… Is he still jet-lagged?

Muku: I haven’t seen Tenma-kun act like this in a long time.

Kumon: Did something happen?

Kazunari: He was so excited when we got the script~

Misumi: … You know, I saw Tenma talking on the phone last night, and he was acting kind of weird.

Yuki: Geez… We’ve come this far, and he still keeps things to himself.

Kazunari: Hm~ At times like this–

Kumon: What, what?

-

Kazunari: TenTen, come over here!

Tenma: It’s time for practice, isn’t it? We gotta get ready–

Muku: We have today off.

Tenma: Huh?

Yuki: Hurry up.

Kumon: The car’s already here!

Tenma: What car…?

-

Misumi: Over here~! I’ll be driving today~!

Tenma: But where are we going!?

Yuki: Just hurry and get inside!

[Yuki pulls Tenma]

Tenma: –gh

-

Tenma: The sea…?

Kazunari: Correct!

Misumi: Since we’re taking a break today, let’s play with all we’ve got~!

Tenma: … I’m not in the mood for that right now.

Yuki: *sigh*~ … Geez.

[Yuki shoves Tenma]

Tenma: Gwah!?

[Splash!]

Tenma: Bwah, don’t push me so suddenly!

Yuki: If something’s troubling you, you should just come out with it. You’re so irritating.

Yuki: We can practice all we want, we won’t produce any results with you acting like this, Tenma. You really think we can reach the New Fleur Award like this?

Tenma: — —

Kazunari: Yukki, that’s a bit much~

Kumon: Tenma-san, we’re all worried.

Misumi: Cheer up, Tenma~

Muku: It’s true that we have to do our best for the company, as the Summer Troupe…

Muku: But there’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?

Kazunari: … We’re friends before we’re the Summer Troupe, aren’t we?

Kazunari: As your friends, we’ll give you the best advice we can, so vent with no worries~!

Tenma: …

Tenma: … Truth is, I got an offer to star in a movie from the director we met in the US.

Tenma: I’ve gone overseas for filming during performances before, but I’ve got more appearances this time, and the filming period is longer than usual.

Tenma: I’ll need to devote even more time to the movie.

Tenma: But this is an important time when we all need to put the New Fleur Award first…

Tenma: I know I should refuse, but when I think about how this could bring me closer to my dream of winning the Best Actor Award, I can’t help but want to accept it.

Tenma: I’ve failed as the Summer Troupe’s leader. I’m sorry.

Yuki: Apologizing sincerely isn’t like the great Tenma at all. Well, I guess that means you’ve grown.

Misumi: Tenma, you don’t have to apologize. We’re friends, aren’t we?

Misumi: Anyone would want to support their friend’s dream, right?

Kazunari: Right. You don’t have to give up. You can simply do both.

Kazunari: Isn’t that how we do things?

Kumon: Everyone in the company will agree for sure that taking on challenges is what leads to growth!

Tenma: You guys…

Muku: If Tenma-kun does it, how about we all do it? Let’s take on a “challenge”.

Yuki: Eh?

Muku: Actually… There’s something I’ve also been thinking about.

Muku: After seeing so many different actors in the US, I started wanting to act on a bigger stage myself.

Muku: I thought that I wouldn’t be fit for such important roles, and that I’ve still got a long way to go, but…

Muku: I believe that everyone is given the chance and the freedom to take on a challenge.

Muku: I’m scared, and I don’t have much confidence, but I’ve got to start from somewhere.

Muku: Tenma-kun, I think you should also do this “now”, instead of “someday”.

Kumon: … Then, I will too!

Kumon: I was inspired by what we saw in the US, obviously…

Kumon: But after I saw Sumi-san’s performance, I wanted to also improve my skills and get to perform on various stages!

Misumi: If it’s Kumon, I’m sure he can do it!

Kumon: Hehe. Thanks! I want to “challenge” more things, so that I can grow as an actor!

Yuki: … Since the conversation took this turn, my part-time job also offered me a job opportunity.

Yuki: I’ll take on the “challenge” of working with a designer active on a world-scale.

Yuki: I think it's what's best for me right now.  I’ll also be able to put the experience I gain to use for the company, too.

Kazunari: Then, I’ll take on a “challenge” too. I’ll go to Europe, study design all over again, and get inspo’d.

Misumi: I’ll do a “challenge” too! I’ll go to Syu, who made plays together with Grandpa!

Misumi: And I’ll get better and better at acting!

Yuki: This time, we won’t simply wait for you to get back. We’ll also take on our own “challenges”.

Yuki: This way, you won’t be distracted and thinking about unrelated things.

Tenma: … H-Hmph. I guess that means you guys have grown.

Yuki: Hah?

Tenma: I’m repeating the line you said before.

Kazunari: Ibukichi said so too, but you only live once, so you shouldn’t waste a second of it!

Kumon: Yeah, yeah! Let’s do everything we wanna do!

Muku: Right. I’m sure these “challenges” will be useful for the Summer Troupe, and also our company.

Misumi: So, Tenma, let’s all chase our dreams together?

Tenma: … Thanks, guys.

Yuki: Though, we’re not doing it just for you.

Tenma: You keep saying unnecessary things!

[Splash]

Yuki: —Don’t splash me!

Muku: Ahaha!

Misumi: I’ll do it too~!

[Splash]

Kumon: Woah! Here goooes!

[Splash]

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Dragon's Head – Beyond the Point of Yielding – Chapter 2

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Location: Dragon’s Head Competition Venue

Koga: “We’re enterin’ the second half now, and Starpro is slowly fillin’ the gap in!”

Kuro: One! Two! One! Two…! Ugh…

(Ah, damn. Thanks to the excitement in the atmosphere, I managed to convince myself that my body was holdin’ up fine, but I think I’m at my limit. I’m startin’ to feel worse…)

(The shakin’ of the boat is stronger than it was in the start.)

(……No. The other guys are just about to beat us. I can’t be the one that drags us down now.)

(But why is this boat rockin’ so much anyways…)

Tetora: Good job ssu! We’re gettin’ real close to Rhylink now! Just a bit more and we can do this ssu!

Hiiro: We’re almost halfway to the goal! Our opponent’s speed seems to be slowing down, so we should be able to beat them to the goal.

……Hm? Huh? Rhylink’s boat is……

Tomoya: One! Two!

(It’s no use…… Our boat isn’t speeding up at all……)

(The speed of the waves is much slower than before tooーー Huh? Has the water always been that close to us……?)

Adonis: Kiryuu-senpai, Mashiro! There’s a problem! Our boat is… It’s slowly sinking!

Tomoya: Eehh!?

Kuro: What’d ya say!?

Koga: “What!? An accident? It looks like Rhylink’s boat is sinkin’.”

Kuro: (Why is it suddenlyーー Hm? That guy on the riverbank…… Is that the guy from the other day?)

Idol A: …… (Staring with a smirk on his face)

Kuro: (That piece of shit. Is this supposed to be some sorta retaliation on me……!?)

Everyone watch out! The boat is sinkin’!

Tetora: Taishou! Rhylink’s boat is…! We have to help them ssu!

Eichi: Hold on. Don’t carelessly approach a sinking boat. If we aren’t careful, we’ll end up swept up in the water currents as well.

Let’s wait for the boat to sink. Then we’ll quickly turn back and rescue those who need help. I want the rowers to turn around, please.

Hiiro: Umu! I understand!

Kuro: Don’t panic when the boat starts sinkin’! We’ll deal with it calmly!

Hiiro: It looks like it’s okay to approach now, Buchou.

Tetora: Ossu! Let’s go rescue the people from Rhylink ssu! I want everyone to lend a hand!

Eichi: If they’re close enough to land, let them swim themselves! Let’s pull out the people stuck in the river! Are you okay, Otogari-kun?

Adonis: I’m okay. I’m a good swimmer. Please take care of the people who are in the river.

Tomoya: Hah, hah. Abbw… Bwah! This is bad, I think I’m going downstream…

Eichi: Mashiro-kun!

There! Mashiro-kun’s getting swept up. Can the rowers please go over to that side?

Eichi: Mashiro-kun! Grab my hand!

You’re going to be okay. Grab this side of the boat! I’m going to pull you up nowーー There…!

Tomoya: Geh… Cough……! T-Thank you, Tenshouin-senpai. You’re surprisingly strong…

Eichi: Fufu. Yes, I am strong enough to pull one of my juniors up by myself.

Hiiro: Did we pull out everyone?

Tetora: Huh? But I still haven’t seen Taishou……

Eichi: Kiryuu-kun? Did he not get to land by himself?

Tomoya: Ah…… No. When the boat was sinking, I heard Kiryuu-senpai telling everyone not to panic and to stay safe. I think he would probably still be in the river.

Tetora: Then you’re sayin’…… He’s still stranded in the river!?

…… Just where isーー Ah, there he is ssu! Over there!

Kuro: Bwah…! Guh……

(Damnit…! I think I’ve been in the water for too long. I’m usually a good swimmer, though.)

(I can’t get my body to move. I’ve been gettin’ weaker and more seasick, but I was tryna ignore it… I think…… it’s comin’ back to haunt me……)

Tetora: Taishou!

Kuro: ……Tetsu?

Tetora: Taishou! Grab my hand ssu!

Kuro: Hey… Don’t, I might pull you down with me… I’m not strong enough to get on the boat myself…

Tetora: Hah!? What are you talkin’ about!? Now’s not the time for jokes, y’know!?

I’ll beat you up myself if you keep sayin’ stupid stuff ssu!

I won’t falter even if I’m pullin’ up someone like you, Taishou!

Come on! Hurry up and grab on! ―― Thereeee!

Kuro: ！

(Hahah. Before I knew it, you grew up to be someone strong enough to lift me up… You’re getting’ bigger!)

Koga: Hey! Are you bastards okay!?

Tetora: Somehow, we all managed to make it ssu. The plan is messed up now, though.

Tomoya: Sigh…… This looks like a big problem.

Adonis: Mashiro, you were under the water for a long time, so your body must be cold. You should sit down and rest.

Kuro: ………

Tetora: (……Hm? What’s wrong with Taishou ssu? He’s been wearin’ a pretty grim expression since we got him back on land…)

Hiiro: But why did the boat suddenly sink?

Eichi: Maybe it was lack of maintenance. I’ll be sure to investigate the matter properly.

Kuro: ……They’re not gonna get away with this.

Kuro: .........

Tetora: Taishou, where are you plannin’ on goin’……? There’s this sorta unsettling atmosphere around you.

Kuro: ………

(Normally, I’d tell you that you couldn’t come but……)

Haha. I think that’s just the level of arrogance I have as someone who’s a couple years older than ya. I think I just have this urge to protect your back whenever I can.

Tetora: Huh……?

Kuro: Tetsu. Your comin’ too. I know who’s behind this. We gotta clean this shit up

Tetora: Eh!? O-Ossu!

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🌸 Anon

Book 1 🌹, Cater's back and........a familar face

[Grim looked at Deuce and Ace with a look that says "She isn't really fine". However Elisa had a slight more grateful look on her face when seeing Deuce said this]

Elisa: I'll keep that in mind, thank you Deuce. You too Ace, I know you'll say the same thing

[Even if Ace himself looked to deny it, Ace did seemed to also be at least be there for her. Eventually the converastion moved to lighter topics as the group of four began to eat, even Elisa began to laugh at one joke Ace made(It was good to see Elisa not looking as melancholy as she did before), eventually Grim asked Ace and Deuce]

Grim: So, I saw your guys' dorms, but what are the other ones like?

[Even Elisa looked curious too, She only knows Ignihyde so far thanks to her brothers. She kinda understood Heartslabyul but not much, She remembers hearing the other five dorm names but she did not understand what they meant. So before she too could ask or heck either Ace and Deuce could answer. A certain someone's voice was heard]

Certain voice: I'm sure you're familar with the statues of the Great Seven?

[When Elisa, Grim, Ace, and Deuce looked up to see who had came over, it was revealed to be Cater Diamond]

Cater: Night Raven College has a dorm themed after each one.

[Or in Ace's own blunt words]

Ace: Bwah! You're that guy from this morning!

Grim: You tricked us into paintin' those dumb roses

Cater: "Tricked" is such an ugly word. Do you think I wanted to spend MY morning painting roses?

[Cater even tried to defend himself to the four]

Cater: It's dorm policy! I was just following orders. Deuce: And grinning like a fiend all the while.

[That didn't prove Cater himself all that well, well if anything at least Cater kinda helped her with her own magic(Elisa personally felt it might still be kinda bad but it's going to get better, hopefully)] Cater: Now, now, Deucey. Outside of the dorm, I don't care what rules you follow. Here, I'm just a friendly mentor figure!

[Elisa felt like everything so far was going normal, normal banter and all]

Deuce: Please. Do NOT call me Deucey.

[Well, that was until-]

Another voice: Ah ha ha. That's how Cater shows he cares

[When she looked up at see who had spoken up just now, Elisa's own eyes widen. Her own breath momentary stopped. That green haired guy that showed up just now, He looked like someone from her home. One of her friends she knew very well, Felix Midorikawa. She almost called his name too(The name of one of her best friends from home) however.......]

Trey: Ah, I should introduce myself. The name's Trey. Trey Clover. I'm a junior at Heartslabyul, like Cater here

[Trey. Oh right, Felix is back on earth and when looking at Trey. She can see the differences, Trey is older than Felix. By two years too for one. And second Felix's own pair of glasses were not black like that, they had a shade of green. For goodness sake Trey doesn't even have the same last name as Felix. Elisa feels stupid, of course Felix would not be here. He is back on earth with the others. He and the others aren't here with her. She is.......alone(That isn't true, she has her brothers, Grim, and Ace as well as Deuce, Diamond-Senpai too. That part is true........that didn't stop her from soon now missing her own grandmother and friends)]

Cater, claps Trey on the back: This is our Vice and resident baker!

[hard-boiled-criminal]

A Witch Adrift

Chapter 3 - Food Before Fools

< Ch 2 | Ch 4 >

>Ch 1<

Masterlist

Ao3 Mirror

“Gwah! It’s pouring out there!”

You turned to see the same cat from earlier, sopping wet but its ear flames still burning strong. You barely had a chance to react before the cat shook itself dry, splashing a good amount of water on your face, as well as your clothes. Using one of your singed bell sleeves, you slowly wiped the water off your face, already exhausted from the long hour you had suffered through. A cackle made you pull your sleeve away, letting you see the cat laughing at you as if you were the best comedian it’d seen in ages.

“Bwahaha! That look on your face is priceless! Like a bat that got blasted by a water gun.”

‘...A what?’

“As if I wouldn't just sneak back onto campus the second I escaped pryin' eyes. You all got no idea what I'm capable of!”

‘No, I think I have a pretty good idea.’

“I ain't givin' up on goin' here just 'cause I got kicked out one measly ol' time. And if you think otherwise, you don't know Grim!”

“So, your name’s Grim, huh?” I guess I should know that with how many times he’s called himself such. “Why are you trying so hard to get into this cul–school?” Because I seriously don’t see the appeal. Though perhaps I’m just biased considering I was kidnapped, almost killed, and then placed in a sorry excuse for a dorm.’

“I was born to do this! I'm a magical prodigy who's got the makin's to become one of the greatest mages who ever lived! So I've been waitin' and waitin' for that black carriage to come for me. And yet…” He sniffled a little, as if trying to hold in tears.

‘Well now I feel a little bad for him. He looks like a kid that dropped their ice cream.’

“Hrmph! That Dark Mirror's got no eye for talent!” He schooled his expression fairly quickly. “That's why I took the initiative and came here myself. You humans don't understand what a mistake you're makin'! Not lettin' me in is a great loss to the world!”

“Well, I have to agree with you on the Dark Mirror part. After All, it decided to kidnap me, and I can’t do any of that flash-bang-boom magic you’ve been throwin’ around.” ‘But I can do other magick… I wonder if they have my kind of magick here… I’ll have to do some research later…’

“Wha? You can’t use magic? Pfft! You’re useless–MRRAO!” Grim shrieked some water dripped on him, a quiet hiss sounding as his ear flames instantly evaporated it. “Mrrao! C'mon, scoot over! I'm getting dripped on here!” He moved out of the way, but it was no use as another drop hit him from a different leak. “Bwah! Another hole in the roof! These flamin' ears are like my trademark, y'know? I can't let 'em get doused!”

‘Instant karma, bitch. That’s what you get for being rude.’ You sighed, “I guess I’ll go looking for some buckets.”

“I dunno why you don't just magic those holes away. You could have it fixed in half a jiff.

Ahhh, right. You can't use magic at all.”

‘You know what? I take back what I said about feeling bad for him.’

“Yeah, yeah, I can’t make things go boom, I get it. If you’ve got such a problem with the leak, why don’t you fix it yourself, you knock-off Pokémon?” You said over your shoulder as you walked to the door to collect one of the bowls from outside.

“Heh? You want me to help you? Ha! You got the wrong idea. I'm just a stranger takin' shelter from the rain. You ain't the boss of me. And what’s a Pokémon? If it’s something that helps humans, then I definitely ain’t one of them. I don't work for free.”

“How about you help me and I won't kick you out, hmm? How does that sound for compensation?” This cat was quickly getting on your nerves.

Grim didn’t give you a chance to act on your threat, dashing underneath the couch by the stairs. “Y-you can’t threaten me, human!”

You sighed, not about to deal with pulling a cat out from hiding, especially not a magic cat. “Alright, well, don’t blame me if there’s deadly mold under there,” you said, hearing a little yelp under the couch, followed by the scrambling of paws. You smirked to yourself, “I’m off to go find some pots or buckets.”

You peered into a nearby hallway, feeling anxiety returning to you as you stared down the long, dark corridor. ‘This feels like a horror game, and I hate it.’ You tentatively took one step forward and then another, the rotting floorboards creaking with even the slightest amount of weight pressing down on them. You made it about five slow steps in before you felt the temperature of the room suddenly drop.

 ‘I just had an interesting thought: Actually, fuck this.’ You spun on your heel with false bravado, your entire body now tense. As you stiffly walked back towards the lounge, you froze in place as you felt the familiar tingle of eyes watching you. ‘Okay. Don’t look back. Just… Just keep walking. If you look back, you’ll die, according to horror movies. Put one foot in front of the other.’

It turns out it didn’t matter if you looked back or not because three ghosts suddenly appeared in front of you. They… didn’t look how you’d expect ghosts to look like. These ones looked more… cartoonish. They weren’t half as scary-looking as some of the monsters you’d seen in Scooby-Doo.

‘Ghosts huh. Surprised I can see them. Or maybe that’s normal here.’

“Yee hee hee... Bwa ha ha ha ha ha,” One of the ghosts attempted to laugh menacingly.

“We haven't had visitors in ages!” 

“Oh, I'm just itchin' for new friends! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

“Hey, Grim?! Is it normal to see ghosts?!” You shouted, temporarily ignoring the ghosts.

‘I need to know if this is normal or if I’m just hallucinating from stress.’

You hear the small pitter-patter of tiny footsteps against the damp floor. “Hah? Ghosts? What are ya talking’ about, dumb hum–AAAAAH! GHOSTS! GHOOOOOOSTS!” Grim screamed in fright after he turned the corner.

‘Guess I’m not crazy then… Should I be scared?’

“All the people who used ta live here got scared of us and ran away.”

“We just want a new ghost to play with! What do you say, buddy?”

“Eeeeep!” Grim shrieked, terrified of the cartoonish ghosts.

“Uh-huh… Yeah, no, I’ll have to pass on that.” ‘Plus, last I checked, ghosts can’t kill you. Unless they can use magic. I hope they can’t use magic when they’re dead.’

“I'm a master sorcerer! I ain't afraid of any dumb ghosts! Myahaaa!” With his eyes closed, Grim shot a stream of flames up in the air, narrowly missing your head while completely missing all of the ghosts.

“Wah–Grim! Careful!”

“Nuh-uh. Not even close.”

“Over here! Over here! Ah ha ha ha!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault they keep disappearing and reappearing!” Grim shouted at you as the ghosts continued to taunt him as his attacks kept missing.

“Well maybe if you stopped pretending to be blind and kept your eyes open, you wouldn’t miss!” You shouted back. “Now stop trying to burn the dorm down! Fire isn’t super-effective on ghosts in the first place! Don’t you have any other magic?”

“Shaddup! I don't need any lip from you, human!”

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this. If you burn the building down you’ll never be allowed to even go near this school, you know? And maybe if you get rid of the ghosts the headmage will let you enroll for your grand achievements, hmm?”

“Myah...?! Hmph, then what am I supposed to do, huh, human? If I don’t blast them, they won’t leave us alone! Not like you can do anything; You’re magicless!”

“Here, I’ll aim you so,” You picked him up and he mewled in displeasure. “Fire when I say so!”

“Mrrgh, fine! But only because it’ll show off my greatness! Don’t go thinkin’ it's because of you, human!”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s another achievement under your belt, oh great Grim. Now stop talking and fire!”

You spent the next few minutes pointing Grim at ghosts and watching as he burnt them. It was odd to think about holding a living flamethrower in your hands, especially one that would complain between each use. Turns out magic cats can also get dizzy.

“Nice! That actually worked! Hey, human! What should I do next?” Grim turned his head to look at you. “Give 'em the works? Heh! Can do!” He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before spewing out more fire. “Myaaah... Eat THIS!”

“Hwaaahhh! We gotta get out of here! Before we get disappeared for good!” The ghosts fled, vanishing into thin air.

“H-huh? Did we... win?”

“Yep, so you can open your eyes now,” you carefully put Grim down on the floor, watching as he struggled for a second to get his balance.

“Aw, geez, I was scared outta my–I mean, they didn't faze me one bit! Just a walk in the park for a mage of my caliber! Whaddaya got to say now, ghosties? That's right!”

‘Well, if nothing else, he definitely has the attitude of a cat.’

Now even more exhausted in every sense of the word and with no buckets in spite of your, admittedly minimal, efforts in searching, you and Grim head back to the lounge. You waste no time collapsing on the couch Grim had hid under earlier, a small cloud of dust erupting from the disturbance.

‘I’d love to sleep in a bed, but I can’t help but think about bed bugs and mold infesting the rooms… I really don’t wanna be here anymore.’

The pleasant quietness of the room, save for the comforting pattering of rain, was a nice contrast to the scream-fest Grim had with the ghosts. The silence was regrettably interrupted by Crowley magicing open the door again, the loud squealing of the hinges grating on your ears. 

“Good evening. In another gesture of my immense kindness, I have brought you dinner.” In one hand he held a bag and the other he used to close the door and place the coffee table strewn across the room in front of you, right-side-up, all with magic, of course. He placed the bag down on said table and looked up at you, only to see Grim sitting on the couch next to you, “Wait. That's the creature we ejected for causing trouble at orientation! What is it doing here?!”

Grim stood up, placing his paws on his hips. “Takin' care of yer ghost problem, that's what. You're welcome, by the way! Ya better gimme some tuna as a reward!”

Crowley was about to respond, but you quickly butted in, “Mr. Crowley, it’s easier to just go along with him, so please, don’t argue.”

Maybe it was because of how tired and awful you looked, but Crowley heeded your request. “Well, I do seem to recall that this dorm had a mischievous ghost problem. Ah, yes... That's why it was abandoned, in fact. The ghosts scared away all the students. And you're saying that you two joined forces to drive them away?”

‘Ah, I see. You oh so conveniently forgot that this manor was haunted by ghosts. How does somebody just forget that a place is actually haunted?’

Crowley continued to talk as you started to unpack the takeout containers from the bag. Out of the three containers, the round one, typically meant for soups, caught your attention. It smelled absolutely divine. 

"’Joined forces’ ain't exactly how I'd describe it. More like I drove 'em away, and the human watched,” Grim bragged.

“Well, someone had to watch and aim for you, seeing as you kept your eyes closed the whole time,” you said with a little sass.

“Would you two be so kind as to demonstrate your ghost-eradication methods for me?”

You gave Crowley an unamused stare, about to open the food containers. ‘Is this some new kind of torture? Bringing me freshly cooked food and then distracting me until it becomes lukewarm and unpleasant?’

“One, no, 'cause I already wiped 'em all out. And two, no, 'cause where's my tuna?!” Well would you look at that. It seems you and Grim agree on something. 

“I will play the part of the ghosts. As for the tuna, you'll receive it when you defeat me. Oh, what generosity, Crowley…”

“W-wait, wait a minute–Mr. Crowley, I really don’t think this is a good idea!” You tried to protest. The ghosts were one thing since they couldn’t crash into anything, but having a fight with a physical being in a run-down place like this did not seem like a good idea. This dorm was just waiting for an excuse to collapse.

“Nonsense, it’ll be fine! Now, to chug this transmutation potion!” Disregarding your concerns, Crowley pulled a potion out of nowhere and took no time to uncork and down it.

“Ah, you gotta be kiddin' me,” Grim whined. “I gotta work together with the human again?”

“Grim, please, just put up with it. The sooner we do this, the sooner we get to eat.”

“Hrmph. All right, but this is the last time. And I better be up to my jowls in tuna afterwards!”

You stood up and made a point to walk away from the table with all your food on it, watching as the headmage slowly turned transparent, transforming into a ghost version of himself.

‘So you can just turn into a ghost by drinking something in this world? Hmm, interesting. I mean, there’s no way to do that back on Earth unless you drank…poison…’ You came to a ghastly realization. ‘Did he… did Crowley just kill himself? To become a ghost? What? No, that can’t be; he’s too calm. Also, who’d kill themselves for something as stupid as this? …Well, I suppose I won’t have to worry about him running into anything at least.’

Crowley didn’t wait around before he began his assault, causing you to quickly snatch up Grim to use as a sentient flamethrower once again. Seeing as Crowley was probably much more well-versed in magic, and perhaps combat as well, than the ghosts, the fight was much harder, despite there only being one of him. When seemingly satisfied with what he saw, or maybe the potion’s duration was up, Crowley backed off and transformed back into a corporeal being.

Grim was panting from exertion, tired from the back-to-back battles. “Hah…Well? How was that?”

“Incredible... I've never seen anyone bend a monster to their will quite the way you have,” Crowley said, actually impressed by you but in a positive way.

‘This man’s definitely never played Pokémon. Which’d make sense since it’s another world, but still. What sad lives these people must live. Guess I’ll just have to become a Pokémon trainer and show these magic people what they’re missing out on.’ For the first time since you arrived in this strange world, you felt lighter, hopeful, even. Maybe you could find a whole team of magical monsters; who knows what creatures exist here?

You sat back down on the couch, the food thankfully undisturbed from the fight. Crowley picked up a turned-over rocking chair and placed it on the opposite side of the table from you, taking a seat. Starved, you did not hesitate to grab the spoon from the set of silverware and chopsticks Crowley had brought with him and opened the soup container. A puff of delightful-smelling steam escaped as you opened it; your mouth started to water. It was an opaque, yellow-orange soup with thick noodles. You dipped the spoon into the broth and brought it to your lips. Without bothering to blow on it, you quickly slurped it up, a familiar taste hitting your tongue. Miso.

“I must confess, my educator's intuition did sense something about you after the brouhaha at orientation, (y/n).

‘...Brouhaha? What? What even is that?’

I could tell you had a certain animal trainer-y, beast master-ish quality to you. Oh, yes.

That said, I…” Crowley trailed off, mumbling to himself, coming up with some absurd idea, no doubt.

“A trainer, huh?” You mumbled before putting down your spoon on one of the napkins you pulled out of the bag. “Mr. Crowley, what if… what if I became Grim’s trainer?”

“Oh?” Crowley sounded intrigued.

“Myngyaah?! What are ya talking about, dumb human! I ain’t anybody’s to train, especially not by you!” Grim, on the other hand, was extremely offended.

“Hold on, lemme finish speaking first,” you said to Grim, but it did not placate him in the slightest. “Mr. Crowley, if I became Grim’s trainer, would you let him enroll in the school?”

“WHAT? A monster?! Stay here!?” Crowley’s interest quickly became disbelief.

“Whoa, did you just...?” Grim also looked at you in disbelief, but he looked more so touched by your actions.

“I’m magicless and new to this world. Seeing as there are ghosts, who knows what else there may be. I need someone to help protect myself, assuming you won’t be able to always be around to help me.” ‘Plus, it’s hard to catch pokemon if you don’t have one of your own.’ You grabbed the chopsticks, dipping them into the soup to grab one of the noodles. The udon noodles were just as delicious as the soup. This was the perfect comfort food you needed after today.

“Hmmm... I suppose I cannot deny your plea. Very well,” Crowley agreed, a little reluctant, but unable to refute your reasoning.

“Myah?! Really?”

“Let me be clear!” Crowley didn’t let Grim celebrate too soon. “Under no circumstances would I admit anyone to Night Raven College who has not been selected by the Dark Mirror– especially not a monster!” 

‘Is the Dark Mirror really so important that its selection is a criteria considering that it was apparently responsible for summoning me? It also didn’t say I couldn’t be a student. It just said I wasn’t suited for any of the dorms.’

“Nor do I intend to allow you, (y/n), to freeload until you're able to return home.”

‘...Excuse me?’ You stopped eating and sat up straight, giving Crowley a death glare.

“Hrmph. Never shoulda got my hopes up…” Grim grumbled.

“N-Now, allow me to explain,” feeling your intense glare, Crowley backtracked, quickly starting to elaborate. “It was the Dark Mirror that transported you here.Therefore this school does bear some responsibility for your well-being. So I will allow you to remain in this dorm, free of charge. However, you will need to pay for your own food, clothing, and incidentals. As to how you will do so, penniless as you are... Ah. Ah ha. Yes, a fine plan. How about I have you do some odd jobs around campus?”

Crowley was about to keep talking but you cut him off, “I’m sorry, what?”

“W-Well, you see, I can’t just allow a magicless person who is not a student to just stay here, it would–”

“Oh, no, we are not doing this.” Anxiety be damned, you were too tired and fed up with today to stop your words from coming out. “It was your mirror that brought me to your school, of which you are the oh-so-gracious headmage of. As far as I’m concerned, you kidnapped me! So, you are going to take responsibility for your subordinate’s actions.”

“Well, the Dark Mirror is not so much my sub–”

“Shut it and don’t interrupt me.” Crowley closed his mouth real fast. “Now listen here, you ostentatious birdman,” You leaned forward, glaring straight into the yellow pinpricks that you assumed were his eyes. “You ripped me from my home, a world of the mundane with none of this dangerous magic you show off all the time like it’s nothing. What’s more, you’re saying you can’t send me back. You expect me to live in this dilapidated building, which definitely has more than a few health and safety violations, and on top of that, work in order to simply survive? I have nowhere to go. I am stuck here and I know nothing of this world. For all I know, if I even try to leave, there could be some other monster lurking around off campus that’s ready to kill me and have me as its next meal. I don’t think you realize just how terrified I actually am! This situation I’m in, it’s as if I’m stuck in a prison and you’re trying to use me as free labor in exchange for the right to live! If this is a school of magic, that means everyone I may pass by on this campus could kill me with a flick of the wrist, whether on purpose or on accident, and I can do nothing about it!” You sniffled, feeling your nose start to run as tears start to fall from your eyes. Everything has been so overwhelming, and this was the last straw that broke you. 

“I’m all alone, Crowley. I have nobody! I have nothing! These clothes aren’t even mine! Don’t you see?! You’re making it so that I have no choice but to listen to you! Because if I don’t, you can rip everything away from me!” You can feel a bubble rising in your chest. You struggle to get your words out as you start to hiccup between them, trying to keep the sobs in. You pause before trying to speak more calmly. “Listen, Crowley… I’d be happy to work for you, truly, but,” you take in a stuttering breath, “I don’t know if I can trust you. Who’s to say you won’t try and extort me? I know nothing about you or this world. I don’t know what’s considered fair or common sense, here. I am completely and utterly alone.” You’ve fully broken down into sobs at this point.

You bury your face into your hands and just cry. Crowley flounders a bit, unsure of how to comfort a person in this situation. It’s not everyday that he has to figure out how to comfort what is essentially an alien. He settles for just placing a hand on your shoulder in comfort, patting you a few times as if to say ‘there there.’ Grim seemed just as, if not more, confused about the situation than Crowley, and opted to just not do anything. It takes a couple minutes to compose yourself, sniffling as you right yourself back up. Crowley slowly removes his hand, his face twisted in a worried frown.

“Sorry, I just–” you sigh, “today has been a lot.” Another sniffle. “At the very least, I need this all to be put in writing in a contract with a separate party as a witness to make sure the conditions are fair.”

Crowley’s face softens at you. “Of course.”

“And, if I could ask, could you please at least supply me with the necessities for the first week? As you said, I have no money, so I have no way to care for myself.”

“Yes…I’m sorry, it seems I failed to comprehend the situation from your point of view.” Crowley’s shoulders slumped a bit out of guilt.

You sniffled again, rubbing the vestiges of tears from your eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Crowley.”

“I suppose I shouldn’t expect my common sense to apply to you either, what with you being an alien.”

“Oh, yeah… That reminds me of some other concerns I had.” You saw Crowley tense a bit. “But that can wait until tomorrow.” He relaxed again. “For now, can I just ask you to maybe bring me some soap and a change of clothes.

“Oh, um, ahem, yes of course. I’ll bring you some right now,” Crowley moved to stand up, but you stopped him.

“Just– just bring them tomorrow morning. I’m sure we’re both tired after today. We can talk about my other concerns then, yeah?” You gave him a weak smile.

He awkwardly smiled back, “Yes, well then,” he cleared his throat, “I shall see you in the morning.”

Standing up fully, Crowley turned and walked towards the door. He glanced at you over his shoulder once more. You gave him a small wave goodbye. He nodded and opened the door to the main hall, gently closing it behind him. For the first time since you met him, he didn’t use magic to open the door.

A while after Crowley left, you managed to finish off the soup. Your appetite had disappeared after the argument, so you had to force yourself to eat. You had offered Grim some of the food, which he readily accepted, polishing off all the food in one of the containers in a heartbeat, finishing long before you did. You looked at the last full container still on the table, definitely cold by now. You slowly stood up, grabbing the leftovers and started to wander. If you could find a kitchen, there might be a fridge. Luckily, the kitchen was through the door on the wall to the right of the fireplace, so you didn’t have to look around for long. You were worried about there being no electricity to power the fridge, or worse, to find old, rotting food in it. You were surprised, however, to find the fridge running and empty, the chill coming from it hitting your skin when you opened them. The quiet hum of electricity was missing, though, and was strangely off-putting. Perhaps the fridge was magic-powered? Just when you thought you found something familiar, it turned out to be different. You quietly put the food away and walked back into the lounge.

The rain was still going strong, the occasional rumble of thunder resounding in the distance. With a yawn, you considered going upstairs to look for a bedroom that wasn’t falling apart or wet. With how sore your body was, you winced with every step up the stairs. You could hear the light pattering of Grim’s footsteps following you, a yawn leaving his mouth. It took a few doors before you found a room that was in a passable condition. It was in a state of disarray, but the ceiling wasn’t dripping and the windows were intact. It even had a fireplace. The only part that made you uneasy was the obnoxiously large mirror above said fireplace.

‘Hmm… I don’t know if that mask can travel between mirrors to spy on people or not. Plus, mirrors are gateways and this is a magic world, so who knows what sorts of things could come through a mirror of that size… I better take it down sometime.’

Ignoring the mirror for now, you approached the bed and pulled off the covers, lifting then snapping it a couple times to shake all the dust off. Spreading it back over the bed, you did the same with the singular pillow before also placing it back. Sitting down on the bed, you gently took off your shoes and placed them to the side as Grim jumped up and made himself comfortable on the pillow. The only pillow. You gave him a deadpan look.

“What?” He asked, genuinely confused.

You sighed, “Grim, if you really want a pillow, could you please go and grab one from one of the other rooms?” You carefully nudged Grim, trying to gently coax him off your pillow. “I’m too tired to put up with you right now.”

With a grumble, Grim jumped off the pillow and landed on the center of the bed. The wooden bedframe whined before breaking, making Grim yelp as it fell through to the floor. You stared at it for a few seconds but shrugged it off. A bed was a bed. You picked Grim up and placed him on the ground.

“H-Hey! What gives?!” Grim protested as you climbed under the covers and laid your head down on your rightly earned pillow. Seeing as you kept ignoring him, he grumbled before curling up against your side instead, seemingly also too tired to get back up. It didn’t take long for sleep to take you, the sound of rain and thunder lulling you into your dreams with a sense of security. Whether it be false or not, only time would tell.

A/N: If any of this chapter feels vaguely familiar, it’s because I recycled some of the old text into this chapter. Not a lot, but I decided to keep the parts I liked. I’m hoping to give Crowley a deeper character than what we see in the first few parts of the game. He feels super unreliable and if he’s supposed to be handling important documents, then he should be at least a little more reliable. You know, just have him act more like an adult.

Here’s the ramshackle dorm layout I’ll be using and referencing in this fic. Reader’s/MC’s room is 203.

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Migs Mayfeld speaking to the Mandalorian (out of frame) about the Child who is standing in the background on the Razor Crest. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 6, The Prisoner. Calendar by DateWorks.

Grogu had forgotten all about Migs Mayfeld making that comment about him being Din Djarin’s pet. Like that was some sort of amazing witticism. It wasn’t. Other people had said it. Better people than Mayfeld. Funnier people than Mayfeld. People who knew when to stop talking. 

Was that the problem? That Mayfeld talked so much that his brain ran out of useful things to say, so he just said things that made no sense because he couldn’t help himself? It kind of seemed that way. 

Now Grogu was torn. He felt bad for Mayfeld because that had probably gotten him in a lot of trouble over the course of his life. Grogu had never known any of his teachers to appreciate that sort of chitter chatter. And based on how the Mandalorian acted when Grogu just tried to chat with him for the singular purpose of discussing what was for dinner, the Mandalorian having no patience for the conversation at all, Grogu could well imagine that Mayfeld’s co-workers didn’t enjoy it either.

Imagine what that must have been like for the young Migs. His parents constantly scolding him about his talking and talking and talking, but he couldn’t help it because that’s just how his brain worked? Uff. That wasn’t fair. 

He’d never win any games that required people to be quiet. At the Jedi temple there had been a lot of ‘quiet’ games. Grogu didn’t win those games as often as his friend Ian did, but when Ian lost them, he lost them decisively. Not Migs Mayfeld decisively, but still, when Ian chose to lose it was for a reason. And it was always a choice. 

Grogu could remember the time they were working in the arboretum, one of Grogu’s favorite places in the Jedi temple, and the Master leading them in their task had admonished them to resist the urge to yell, scream, shriek, or make any sound louder than a sigh. He and Ian were working next to each other and everything was proceeding in a kind of quiet peaceful manner. 

Then suddenly there was a series of sounds that started with a ‘hmmm’ and culminated in a ‘ayeeeeeee yahhhh’ that was loud enough to bring several other masters into the space at a run with their lightsabers ignited. It was all Grogu could do not to laugh. He had both watched and listened to the progression of actions and sounds that had accompanied his discovery of a small spiky, mucus covered blood biting bug. 

Grogu had heard of the critters, but hadn’t seen one until he’d turned over that oozing red globule as he was moving the dirt in that particular planter around. That’s why he started with a sigh as he reviewed it’s morphology to determine if it really was what he thought it was. 

Ian had initially contributed a very softly spoken, ‘gross’, but had picked the thing up, not realizing that while it was covered in an almost steaming goo, the spikes that covered it’s body were it’s primary means of self-defense and could be extended easily beyond that sticky coating. So ‘gross’ had been followed by ‘uff’ and the critter had gone flying through the air, landing on another one of the younglings who was helping to prepare the planter for a new crop of ‘dew drops’, a pretty white flower that the clinic used to make a calming balm. 

Of course the person who ended up catching the blood biting bug on the back of their neck added to both the vocabulary of the event and the action. And it continued. ‘Yikes!’, ‘Bwah!’, ‘Owe!’, ‘Bleesh’, ‘No!’, ‘Help!’, and finally ‘Aaaaiiiiyyyyaaa!’. That poor bug had been flipped, thrown, batted at, and finally squashed, all because it wasn’t what other people expected. 

Of course, that last ear piercing shriek had been courtesy of Ian when the critter landed on his head. He was also responsible for the squishing that had ended the things brief existence. When Master Selene arrived to examine the remains of the small critter, she asked Ian why he had crushed the creature.

Ians reply explained a lot of things to Grogu. 

“What did you expect me to do? Make it my pet?”

Ian got sent back to their dormitory to meditate, while Grogu helped bury the critter and went back to helping their master plant the dew drops. Grogu supposed that Ian was sent back as a kind of punishment, but Master Selene disagreed.

“Ian has just made an important personal discovery, young one. He needs time to examine that discovery and make a choice. Will he meet his own expectations or someone else’s as he goes through life? It will determine his path. Not every youngling is fortunate enough to reach this point of enlightenment at such a tender age.”

Grogu had nodded and sighed. Most of the words she had used were ones that he never would have ascribed to Ian. ‘Tender’? ‘Enlightened’? ‘Choice’? But maybe that was the problem. Everyone was more than what you expected of them. Even Migs Mayfeld.

Uff. Grogu hated it when enlightenment snuck up on him like that blood biting bug had. 

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(I just like to say that I enjoyed playing the games of Mario and Rabbids on Both Kingdom Battle and Sparks of Hope and I thought of something that if Rabbids made Peace in the Mushroom Kingdom in my Mario AU and Even Rayman himself and his other allies came from time to time.)

My Headcannons for Each Rabbid Counterparts

Rabbid Mario

- He is top Italian mode with an Italian accent.

- He got into boxing and into a packing some punch's into the Personal Alley Ring but he can also be weak sometimes but didn't stop him from being number 1.

- During and after the Sparks of Hope arc, He would be trying to get to Edge to win her heart but ends up failing.

- Rabbid Mario is destian to be his greatness like his own counterpart but gets himself some reckless gets over his head.

Rabbid Luigi

- Unlike his Human counterpart, Rabbid Luigi would be acting like a very tough teen personality and always enjoys something for thrills.

- He develops a crush on Rabbid Rosalina and would chill alongside her every once and a while.

- He won top skater on every Mushroom Kingdom Skate Compatision every year after The Kingdom Battle Arc

- He owns a YouTube channel all about skating and even do Skating stunts himself and gain a Internet Celerity with Thousands of Subscribers.

Rabbid Peach

- She was famous in Insta-Bwah or Insta-Goomba in whatever she could get with ether selfies and other pics and post.

- She is currently dating Rabbid Donkey Kong after The Rabbids attack on Kongo Bongo events. She even tought him how to talk.

- She is currently having a jealously rivalry against Rabbid Luigi due to his success over popularity.

- SHE IS A DRAMA QUEEN!!!

Rabbid Rosalina

- After the Sparks of Hope arc, Rabbid Rosalina decied to stay at the Mushroom Kingdom and Keep in contact with the Captian.

- She does have a crush on Rabbid Luigi but to embarrass to admit it.

- She is a heavy sleeper.

- Rabbid Rosalina was known to be a very quiet personality despite her sassy and tried antics and it seems likely that she was taken responsibility at the Mushroom Kingdom Library.

Rabbid Yoshi

- His personality was inspired by Rico by Penguins of Madagascar

- He and Yoshi was out on Vacation to Delfino during the Sparks of Hope arc

- He has no chill like his counterpart but has a fine relationship with Yoshi

- He is addicted to Sugary Treats

For my next Rabbid Fanarts will be coming soon is Edge, My First Rabbid OC, Spawny, Rabbid Bowser, The Former Spark Hunters, Rabbid Koopalings and Rabbid Bowser Jr Stay toon ;)