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Terravenger Season 6 - The Twilight Arc - Episode 528 (Do Not Copy) - 03.18.2024

The sinister Mother Blight stood at the foot of the unconscious Duo Storms who laid on the long white platform inside a small room that had lit candles placed on platforms around the area.

The older woman wore a long white gown with long sleeves. She had on her golden pendant attached to a golden necklace which was surrounded by small bones made of ivory. She also had on a pair of short black boots. And she wore a long white cape which came from around her neck.

She slowly rose her hands as the body of the youth Duo lifted from the bed by telekinesis. Mother Blight soon faced it as the sleeping body fell back on the bed.

She asked with no emotion "It appears I cannot penetrate the boy's body due to the interference of the one doctor. Kirk Tucson, one of those druids."

And the woman thought to herself for a moment.

In a small room at the Midas City Hospital, the color of Kirk Tucson's eyes changed from blue to yellow as the shirtless Duo Storms sat on the bed before him.

Tucson chanted "Obsecro te hoc corpus ab aliqua specie tenebrarum custodire."

A golden light shined around Tucson's left hand as a large circle of golden light was placed on the top of Duo's back.

Tucson soon called out "Tenebris Spiritus Signationem!"

And Duo yelled in pain as a circle of the golden light pierced on his back for a moment.

After she lowered her head, Mother Blight gave a vicious smile.

She revealed "We must do away with the good doctor in order to undo the seal covering the boy's body. Kirk Tuscon... He must die."

Above the opening of the dark temple, the marveled Mephistopheles had watched as the great white light from the yellow-eyed Kirk Tucson destroyed the large cloud of dark energy which the villain summoned.

Tucson gave a strong yell as the globe of his light blew away from the area which vaporized more of the dark gas.

And he yelled out "I WILL PROTECT EVERYONE! EVEN IF IT COSTS ME MY LIFE!"

The light continued to shine through the entire area until it gave out a large explosion above the old temple.

Both Abraham and Beau heard the loud sound while inside the large throne room that had small candles lit with blue flames on every wall.

"What?" cried Beau. "What has happened out there?"

The older Abraham lowered his head and replied "I have an idea of who is outside these walls now."

They both soon heard an older male's voice reveal "Ah yes, Abraham Ravenstone. It is indeed our lord and savior who has graced us with his untimely patience."

The pair turned around and spotted the second of the hooded warriors standing at the opening of the room.

Abraham implied "So Mephistopheles has enlisted you to handle the both of us."

"You remember who I am?" asked the hooded man.

The elder Abraham stared at the wicked figure as Beau asked "You know this person?"

Abraham shook his head and told his son "He is one of the direct disciples that work for the Bringer along with the one you call Mother Blight."

Beau analyzed the hooded man as he implied "I see. This man... He is one of the Bringer's great enforcers."

Abraham shook his head once again and revealed "This one standing before us is who Mephistopheles has called Pride."

The figure removed his hood and revealed himself as an older man with khaki skin, cold dark-blue eyes, and no hair on his head. But he did have a thick beard.

"So you do recall our first meeting," responded the old man. "I was there when the blasphemer had battled my great lord. And he trapped my lord in that cursed prison."

Abraham walked two steps before Beau and warned "We must be very cautious. This man is more dangerous than the other minions of the Bringer that you have faced."

The elder Ravenstone stared at their new enemy with determination and responded "He is indeed one of the Bringer's two most deadly warriors. We must prepare for anything he throws at us."

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 528: Twilight -- The Teacher

At the left side of the long wooden bridge somewhere in the old temple, the patient Leo analyzed his hooded opponent using only his eyes while his young followers remained off the bridge behind the seer.

The hooded figure placed his right fingers forward as he looked straight at Leo.

He called out "Ebony Spears!"

A long black claw extended from the tip of each finger toward his target.

Leo quickly spread his arms apart as he softly called "Caput Daemonium!"

A large globe of purple energy formed around the seer which broke the sharp projectiles into large pieces. After that, Leo summons a circle of green light around his feet. The hooded enemy began striking the skulls made of purple energy which were shot by Leo's hands using a barrage of punches and kicks.

Second, the hooded man blew a small ball of chaotic black energy from his right palm.

"Dark Release!" He yelled. "Chaotic Sear!"

Leo ran quickly as he could through the devastating projectile until he stood before his enemy. The seer soon summoned a large cabinet of green light which launched the enemy toward the ceiling. The wicked person fired a large wave of black wind from his palms which was shaped as a ghost. And Leo jumped to the right side which made the projectile miss the target.

After the green light faded from his feet, Leo rose both his hands as hundreds of golden rays lowered from above.

He whispered "Canum Venaticorum!"

While diving down, the hooded man threw his palms forward. A barrage of small black balls that were surrounded by purple fire formed around him.

The projectiles began to blow from every direction as the hooded man called out "Dark Release! Supreme Deity's Eraser!"

And the rays hot by Leo were destroyed by the dark barrage.

Leo watched his enemy land as he implied "I am certain that you have soon witnessed a sample from my set before."

The seer kept his right hand up as black energy from underneath the bridge.

Leo lifted the dark projectile using his right hand as he informed his opponent "You may have beaten my expectations. But you will not advance further."

Then the form of the energy formed into a large wheel rotating to the left side repeatedly.

The determined Leo told his enemy "Die now!"

And a large ray of dark-red energy shot from the center of the rolling wheel as Leo yelled "Negans Samsara!"

Suddenly, the hooded man moved his point-finger from his left hand away. The wheel quickly stopped. And the large ray that came from the center of the wheel vanished immediately.

A stricken Leo lowered his right hand and cried "What is this?"

The two other warriors continued to watch as Darrin asked "What has happened to Magus Leo's technique?"

The hooded man stood at the far end of the bridge once again as another large wheel of black energy floated before him.

And Leo implied "Only one person has ever known the secrets of Negans Samsara."

The startled seer walked through the black wheel before it vanished. Then he stared at the hooded person.

"My magus?" asked Kiona. "Have you finally discovered the identity of this foe?"

A crazed Darrin cried "Who exactly is this guy?"

Leo continued to analyze his opponent until he informed his subordinates "It appears I have entered this battle against Him -- my former teacher."

"What?" questioned Darrin. "Are you saying that this is the person who trained you long ago?"

The soft Leo answered "Along with Mephistopheles, this is the person who practically made into what I am today."

The enemy took off his hood. And Leo gave a wicked smile as he stared at the eyes of the newcomer.

The person appeared as an older man with fair skin, cold purple eyes, and a well-built body. He had short gray hair that was slicked back and a thick beard that was the same color.

The color of the rolling wheel before him changed from black to white as the enemy gave a sinister smirk.

Leo announced "He happens to be one of the Bringer's two enforcers. This man is also one of the most deadly adversaries that lived a long time. He goes by many names. One that he answers to the most is Wrath."

The purple-eyed villain gave a quick chuckle as a long wave made of fiery white energy blew from the center of the whirling wheel.

"Light Release!" called Wrath. "Caelestis Porta!"

Darrin hurried before his leader as the fiery wave blew closer. The young man pushed his palms forward.

He soon blew a large ray of red energy from both palms as he called out "Great Crimson Protection!"

Both rays created a large plate which shielded Darrin and his master from the enemy's fiery blast.

Next, Kiona ran to the left side of her partner. She placed her hands forward which summoned black grassy vines from underneath the ground. And the long vines began to wrap around the entire body of the emotionless Wrath.

"Grass Release!" called Kiona. "Endless Fantasia!"

Many of the vines grew above the older enemy until Kiona yelled "Grass Release! Blooming Darkness!"

A large dark-violet flower bloomed from the tip of those vines. A wave of black gas blew from each flower which created a thick mist that covered the entire area. And the mist caused the rolling wheel before the blinded Wrath to vanish.

Kiona told her leader "I apologize for the sudden interference, my magus. But you need our assistance since he may prove to be more troublesome."

And the blunt Darrin translated "That bastard is going to be a problem if we do not end this quickly."

Leo told them "Do what you wish. But this battle must end quickly. This opponent is not our true target after all."

The calm man called Wrath lowered his head.

He soon said "This mist. This will not stop me from ending your life and bringing your soul to our lord and father, Thomas."

Wrath formed a circle with his hands after pushing his arms forward.

He called out "Dark Release! Messiah's Rebirth!"

Then he blew a wave of chaotic black energy from his mouth into his circle of hands. A larger wave of the energy shot from the circle and turned into a large globe which blew the mist away.

After that, Wrath lowered his left hand as he blew myriads of purple lightning-bolts from his right palm.

"Messiah Art!" He yelled. "Dispatch from the Great Heavens!"

The barrage of bolts were shot at the large barrier from Darrin until Leo quickly transformed all of the enemy's projectiles. Each bolt had changed into a small puff of light-pink smoke that had beautiful red eyes, hands with three fingers, and a cute smile.

Wrath lowered his head and implied "This ability. I have not seen it before."

Leo gave a quick laugh and responded "I created this during my time as a teacher at the Midas Academy. The technique has become useful for defending against projectiles that come close to me."

His enemy finally removed his robe. He wore a buttoned black shirt with long sleeves and a thick collar. He also had on a purple outfit consisting of a collared coat and dress-pants. He wore black socks along with black dress-shoes. And the white skull crest was placed on the front left side of his coat.

He informed Leo "It appears the children standing with you have decided their fates. Their souls will be offered along with yours as gifts to Lord Mephistopheles."

Wrath slowly threw his right hand out. A large purple energy that resembled a skull was summoned before him.

And the mouth of the summoned skull blew out a barrage of small balls made of the purple energy.

Wrath yelled "Now Thomas Faust! Feast your eyes on another technique that I taught you long ago! IRAM SATANAS!"

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Yashahime Translation: Animage Magazine June 2022 Issue

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Thank you everyone for all your support over the past 2 and a half years. Sadly, I believe Animage has stated on their Twitter that this will be their final interview on Yashahime.

The Journey Will Continue!

Even after finishing their fierce battle with Kirinmaru, the Yashahimes still continue their demon slaying journey. The more time they spend fighting and laughing together, the stronger the three’s solidarity becomes!

No matter how strong a demon is, Towa and Setsuna have gained the strength to fight them, having also done Sesshōmaru’s “trial of courage and cowardice”. In addition, while being a quarter-demon with no brethren (as in there are no other quarter-demons), Moroha obtained irreplaceable comrades.

The battle with Kirinmaru and Zero was long and agonizing, but it brought about just as much major growth within the Yashahimes. If it’s the three of them now, they can likely live indomitably in this chaotic feudal world.

However, it seems the three princesses are still trying to aim higher. Just before travelling to the Land of Iyo (now Ehime prefecture) to slay demons, Setsuna told Hisui her aspiration of “While I’m at it, I’m thinking of traveling to various places as I train.” It’s possible that perhaps in the near future, the girls will become well-known as “The strongest girl trio” instead of “the daughters of the great demon, Sesshōmaru” and “the daughter of the half-demon, Inuyasha, and the legendary priestess, Kagome”.

Let’s have a peek into one act of Towa and Co.’s journey. After finishing their work in the Land of Iyo, they’re all in the middle of happily enjoying a relaxing time at *Dōgo hot spring? This kind of peaceful moment seems like it will also strengthen the girls’ bond further!

(*Translator’s Note: Dōgo Onsen is a real place located in the city of Matsuyama on the island of Shikoku. It is considered one of the oldest hot springs in Japan)

Character Bios

Towa Her personality is such that she is not reluctant to sacrifice herself for the sake of others like encouraging Rion while her own kon was being chipped away. From now on, we would like her to treasure her health as well.

Setsuna Using the “Yukari no Tachikiri”, she can see and cut threads of fate that connect people and objects. However, she doesn’t notice the thread of feelings Hisui has for her?!

Moroha She previously lived on her own while shouldering loneliness, but is now surrounded by her parents and reliable comrades. Her slightly shy side is something she inherited from her father, Inuyasha.

Riku He considers Towa a special existence. He showed an embarrassed but happy expression when he first met Towa after reviving.

Takechiyo The former young lord of the Mamidaira clan who was driven out of his position due to a family squabble. Despite the turmoil being resolved, he chose to boisterously spend every day with Moroha and the others and didn’t return to the island.

Character Design Descriptions

Towa’s Kimono Form Towa, who wore a school uniform that was a combination of both genders, also wears the kimono she got from Rin in a boyish manner, wrapping her chest with a *sarashi. The white fabric with the navy-blue pattern has a refreshing impression.

(*Translator’s Note: A bleached cotton)

Setsuna’s Kimono Form A kimono drawn with a vivid yellow base and a purple stream pattern. It paints her with a soft, bright impression as she normally gives off a cool aura. Unlike Towa, she dresses like a girl.

Moroha’s Kimono Form A coordinated outfit that combines the complete redness of Inuyasha’s Robe of the Fire Rat via the kimono, and a green like that of the school uniform Kagome once wore via the obi. It’s probably something Kagome tailored with love.

Riku’s New Outfit Riku received Rion and Kirinmaru’s kon and haku and revived; his new outfit design gives you a foreign impression in some respect. His tunic and stole (shawl/scarf) vividly remind one of Rion’s eyes and hair color. His earring is on the right ear!

Sango A youthful Sango. As the best skilled demon slayer, she played a very active role in overwhelming the demons using the “Jet Black Hiraikotsu” that she and her daughters, Kin’u and Gyokuto, made.

I Want to Pursue the Three Princesses’ Journey” Animation Character Design and Chief Animation Director, Hishinuma Yoshihito

The Difficulties of Customizing for Animation

— Please tell us how you feel now that you have completed 4 cours of work.

Hishinuma: I feel relieved to have finished. However, more than that, I bare a large regret of “If I had done it more like this!”. As the animation director for the main story this time, I couldn’t look at an entire episode completely and there were parts in the second half that didn’t go the way I’d hoped due to the schedule arrangement. Being the chief animation director doesn’t mean I get to see all the cuts, even for a single episode, so I start work by selecting and prioritizing things like “which characters will cry”. If possible, I would’ve liked to have put my hand in all the cuts though…… Truthfully, I’ve also been reflecting and feel that my task going forward will be to figure out how to improve my work from here on.

Also, right as soon as we finished work for the final episode, we had the company move. The company was unified in April, so we’re in a new office building.

— When I visited the former Sunrise Studio #1 in the latter half of March, the Hanyō no Yashahime team acted like normal. It seems you all stayed behind for as long as you could and worked!

Hishinuma: Hence why we didn’t really have time to immerse in the lingering memories right after we were done and a little while after, I had this feeling well up of “Oh, it’s over……”. After that, I couldn’t muster up the energy to draw something for a while. Like maaan, I don’t want to do anything kind of thing (laughs).

— You became an empty shell I see. Was it the same when you finished Inuyasha, The Final Act as well?

Hishinuma: Inuyasha was a work that had an *origin work to begin with, so I knew how it was going to end. Hence, I was able to prepare myself emotionally in the second half. I was the animation director for the final episode of Inuyasha, The Final Act but even I have a feeling that part of me worked on it indifferently. Even though I of course felt desolation, I don’t think I felt as exhausted as I am now…. Perhaps what I should say is it’s slowly getting hard on me age wise (laughs). I mean, I’ve only got 3 years left until I turn 60. However, when I look around, I see people of the same generation as me trying their best on the frontlines, so there’s no way I can rest.

(*Translator’s note: As in it was based off something)

— It’s a lifetime service! Alright then, please tell us again what you thought when you first saw the character concepts that Takahashi Rumiko-san (original author of Inuyasha) drew for Higurashi Towa, Setsuna, and Moroha.

Hishinuma: I originally heard that it would be “the twin’s story”, so I thought only two character (concepts) would be produced but there were three. From the costume, my big shock over ‘it’s Inuyasha’s daughter!’ was the first thing. With Moroha around, I felt that the world would expand quite a bit and make things interesting.

From an animation character designer perspective, I thought how we would consolidate Towa was a (key) point. In the beginning, there was a plot where “she was caught in a fire when she was a child and there’s a trace that part of her bangs was burned” but then it was like “No no, there’s no way that could happen as the hair will grow out and change” (laughs). Though there was the part where I was at a loss as to how to put in Towa’s characteristic hair streak, she somehow came out protagonist-like, I think.

— When you generated the characters for animation from Takahashi Rumiko-san’s drawing, was there anything you kept in mind in your head, Hishinuma-san?

Hishinuma: This is actually hard! The balance in Rumiko-sensei’s drawings is very exquisite. If you take it in a realistic direction, it’ll become different from the nuance of the original drawing. That being said, if you make it too manga like, then it looks cheap. Since there’s fighting drama, the characters must also be able to withstand the heavy story. Making allowances for that was truly difficult.

Although, I did work on Inuyasha for a long time, so I thought it wouldn’t be so far removed from that. At first, I wasn’t sure if Rumiko-sensei would give us any concepts, so I tried test drawing like “In the event that there’s nothing, does that mean I’ll have to think of something?”, but I’m truly glad she drew such lovely concepts.

— Hishinuma-san, you design all the characters except the three princesses, correct?

Hishinuma: That is correct. Though, speaking my true feelings, I wish I had received concepts for them as well. But of course, I couldn’t ask Rumiko-sensei for concepts of all the characters as she’s got her own work that’s currently being serialized (laughs). Also, if Rumiko-sensei had, for example, done a concept for Takechiyo, I think he would’ve turned out a different character. I really was worried that I would be told “That’s not Rumiko-sensei’s lane!”. However, with the help of his voice actress (Fairouz Ai-san who plays Takechiyo), I think he turned out to be a really good character. Though people constantly used him as a means of transport as they pleased, he very much had a presence within the story.

What Are the (Design) Points of the New Outfits Exhibited in the Final Episode?

— Takechiyo played a very active role as a mascot character that softened the atmosphere of a heavy story. Even for this special illustration, Takechiyo’s feet are cute.

Hishinuma: Even if it is a hot spring, there’s no way I could draw them completely naked, so I tried to have his feet stick out a little bit. Having him use his tail as a pillow to rest his head on was my personal fixation point (laughs). Whether he can actually do that though, I don’t know.

— As a cat lover, you were also fixated on Kirara, right Hishinuma-san?

Hishinuma: In the main story, Kirara did not accompany them to slay demons in the Land of Iyo. Towa and Setsuna did ride her when they departed though. It’s just that in this illustration, the space above Setsuna’s head was open and desolate, so I had little Kirara make a special appearance (laughs). It’s great that Kirara can be perceived in a variety of ways based on how people see her. The same expression can make her appear sharp or seem like she’s staring blankly. I personally love cats, so it was really fun to draw Kirara.

— The smiling faces of the three peaceful princesses as they take a foot bath is great. These outfits are the ones that the three princesses wore in the ED and final episode (episode 48, “A Future that Continues on for Eternity”). Please tell us their design points.

Hishinuma: I thought about dressing the three of them in kosodes that people typically wear in the feudal era. Moroha was dressed as a priestess in the ED but in the final episode of the main story, I felt that it would be strange for her to be dressed as a priestess with the way the scene was flowing, so I created a new outfit.

— The length gives a vivid reminder of Kagome’s mini skirt from the Inuyasha era.

Hishinuma: If I’m right, I feel like Director Hishida Masakazu said, “Short length would look good on Moroha”. I did add variation to the trio’s silhouettes, and I think Moroha currently looks cute with this amount. The green that’s similar to Kagome’s sailor style school uniform on the ribbon around (Moroha’s) stomach was an idea that the color scheme designer put in. I also realized “This ribbon, it’s the color of Kagome’s uniform!” and thought it was a good idea.

— What about Towa and Setsuna’s outfits?

Hishinuma: Regarding Towa’s kimono, the pattern was carried over from the Dog General’s costume. Towa and the Dog General overlapping was even shown in the main story, so the idea formed from there. She was holding an *uchiwa in the final episode, so I had her hold it in this special illustration as well. For some reason in the final episode, there was a designation in the storyboard for an uchiwa.

For Setsuna, I expanded on the image of the kimono she wore during her childhood, but looking at it again, there’s also some resemblance to *Gobodō-sama (Sesshōmaru’s mother). In terms of the color, Setsuna tended to wear dark colors like shades of blue, so I decided to go in the complete opposite direction.

(*Translator’s note

Uchiwa is a type of Japanese fan. You typically see people, both young and old, holding one when they’re dressed in a yukata.

Gobodō is a very respectful way of saying your/his mother.)

— The yellow that seems to also link to Sesshōmaru’s obi is lovely. Please also tell us about Riku’s new outfit. This one has a slightly Western impression.

Hishinuma: As Kai was originally “a villain with the same appearance as Riku”, he was established with a dark image. However, his role changed, and he became Riku’s disguised form for when he appeared in the end game; since that was the case, I made the colors brighter. I didn’t consciously make it Western style, but he’d always been wearing a regular kimono, so I wanted to make a small change around his neck. Although I don’t know whether it’s accurate to the times, the area around the demon slayers’ necks is also like this, so I thought it was fine. When in this outfit, there’s a small element where the design of the earring is different from usual, and he wears it on the opposite ear.

He Racked His Brain Over What to Do About the Age Feel of the Inuyasha Characters

— It appears that for the plot of the ending, there were views amongst the staff that sided on “extinguish Riku” or “revive him”. Which side were you on Hishinuma-san?

Hishinuma: I was on the “revive him side”. If not, Riku would be pitiable, and it would be too lonely for Towa. Rather than wanting them to get together in the future, it’s more like it’s probably good to have someone nearby who can watch Towa. Afterall, as (a piece of) entertainment, you want it to end in good form. That’s why with Hisui too, it’s like “Do your best!” (laughs).

— I’m sure Hisui is going to receive a lot of special training from Kohaku from now on.

Hishinuma: Speaking of Kokaku, I wanted to see more sibling interaction between him and Sango. Kohaku is someone who has lived through very severe circumstances and for me personally, he’s also a character that I like a lot.

— That reminds me, Sango is forever young isn’t she.

Hishinuma: I mean…… I can’t mess with that visual!! When I thought about whether I should draw her slightly more middle aged since a couple decades have passed since the story of Inuyasha, I thought that’s probably not what everyone wants to see after all. Also, regarding Miroku, I was told by the origin work side “I would like for him to not grow a beard”. That’s why I thought ‘I guess I can’t make it feel like they’ve aged conspicuously.’ Thus, it shaped out that I inserted just one wrinkle under one of Miroku’s eyes as it would’ve been conspicuous if it were under both eyes, and Sango stayed roughly the same as before. If I had been required to “make it obvious that Sango aged”, I still wouldn’t have been able to draw it.

— Kagome, who was trapped in the black pearl, and Rin, who was asleep in the Tree of Ages, still (look) young, so there’s that balance too.

Hishinuma: That’s right. However, I was quite troubled with Rin. With how young she is, even when you line her up next Towa and the others, she doesn’t appear motherlike, no matter what. The origin work side pointed this out too, so I drew her eyes a little bit narrower to make her look more adultlike, such as in the final episode and what not. However, I don’t think a woman abruptly becomes a mother just because she gave birth to a child. I think she gradually becomes a mother as she raises her child. In that sense, Rin is just starting that process of becoming a mother. That’s why I quibble in my own way like “It’s fine if she’s somewhat childlike right now!” (laughs).

— Well then, going through the series, please tell us a scene that left a particularly lasting impression on you.

Hishinuma: What was memorable was the scene where Moroha reunited with Inuyasha and Kagome (episode 38 “Kirinmaru of the Dawn” and episode 39 “Parent-Child Reunion”). The key frame animator and the animation director really did their best to maintain the quality there, so I feel glad that it was done properly. I’d also have to say the final episode. You see, the final episode was the only one I was able to watch on air in real-time. Work was done and the studio couldn’t be used because the office building was being surrendered, so it was during that time that I was able to watch the on air (broadcast) at home. Watching the episode in a format where the eye catch was properly inserted as well as the program sponsor and commercials was somewhat moving.

Totally looking back, I have a strong impression that Sesshōmaru appeared in a lot more scenes than I thought. Afterall, as a chief animation director, there’s no way I can’t not put my hand in when it comes to Sesshōmaru. I thought “He has too much screentime, give me a break already~! (cries)” (laughs). Of course, even if you omit the work aspect talks, I personally wanted to see more of the three princesses’ adventuring figures in a place that’s distant from the Inuyasha world. Of course, Hanyō no Yashahime exists because of Inuyasha so it can’t be helped, but when it turns to the parents’ story, it gets heavy no matter what. I want to see a travel story of just the three princesses.

— Thank you very much. And now lastly, a message to the fans who’ve supported you this far!

Hishinuma: Personally, I did have some regrets and such, but if all you fans were able to enjoy (the story) up to the final episode, then I’m happy. I’m very happy that you all favorably rooted for the three princesses more than I imagined. Thank you for watching until the very end!

Sketch Description

This is Hishinuma-san’s rough sketch. The pencil lining is lively and depicts Towa and Co.’s travel diary. It seems that *Ehime’s tangerines weren’t around yet during the Feudal Era, so it’s setup that Riku supplied them from somewhere. The coloring of the completed version (Pg 57) was done by Hishinuma-san’s wife, Hishinuma Michie. “When working as a married couple, we can consult each other while working like “Do you think I can do this part like this?” which is convenient (laughs)”.

(*Translator’s note: Ehime Prefecture located on the island of Shikoku)

**Today’s Diary (Interview Diary)

This time, we visit Bandai Namco Film Works which was newly established in April. The sparkling conference room for interview receptions was decorated with rows of figures and plastic models from successive generations of Sunrise’s work.

First, please look at the collected postcards and provide a general comment.

“I can tell all of you worked hard in drawing these, so I feel truly grateful. This was a work with a lot of characters, but I’m deeply moved seeing them all drawn equally.”

Among the many characters, which character was the easiest for you to draw Hishinuma-san?

“Every character has a point that you must be careful of, but characters that aren’t that many heads tall like Takechiyo, Shippō, and Akuru are fun and easy to move.”

Reversely, was there a character you struggled with?

“Sesshōmaru was the one I had to pay attention to the most. Because the story can lose its persuasiveness if Sesshōmaru’s drawing is ruined, there’s no way I can’t not follow-up on him as the chief animation director. In addition, Kirinmaru was in a final boss kind of position, so it was necessary for him to have a presence. These fathers were more of a handful than the three princesses who were the protagonists.”

Lastly, a word to the fans please.

“I think when you draw as a job, you tend to forget the enjoyment of drawing a picture. Seeing everyone’s postcards this time, I tightened up, remembering my original intention. Putting this feeling of gratitude for being able draw pictures for a living and receive support like this in my heart, I would like to keep doing my best going forward!”

Hishinuma-san stated that for the most part, he normally doesn’t draw color illustrations. “When I see everyone’s various coloring techniques, I honestly think it’s amazing.”

(**Context Behind This Section: Animage magazine held a Hanyō no Yashahime art contest with Hishinuma-san as the judge. Hence the postcards they’re referring to are the contest entries.)

#Yashahime #Hanyou no Yashahime #Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon #translation

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immabethehero · 3 years ago

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Marvin’s MegaBirthday Story

Guess who made a Megamind AU with Marvin as the title character?

Here’s a quick list of characters so you won’t get confused about who’s who:

Marvin, The Malevolent Magician - Megamind

Dr. Schneeplestein, the Doctor - Minion, but human

The Brighton Shepherd - Metro Man

Jackieboy Man, the Red Marauder - Sidekick to the Shepherd, original role of sorts

Chase Brody, news reporter - Roxanne Ritchi

Anthony/Anti - Hal Stewart, without the creepy simping

CW: Police brutality, hints of starvation, strangulation and mentions of electrocution

It was a glorious day in Brighton City. Even the weather seemed aware of it as the sun shone down brightly on the silver skyscrapers and the brand new museum built into the city square.

To celebrate the city’s greatest superhero, the grand, new museum had been dedicated to the city’s greatest hero: The Brighton Shepherd. In between the two buildings was a giant curtain, hiding a 55 foot statue for the superhero.

Reporters came to the site as early as 6 am before the crowds could roll in. Among them was the up-and-coming journalist, Chase Brody, who ran the news vlog: “Just Your Average Report”. Wearing a brand new grey and white suit to honour the Shepherd’s signature colour, Chase did vocal warm-ups while his cameraman, Anthony, set up the equipment. Unlike Chase, who had dressed handsomely for the occasion, Anthony simply wore a graphic t-shirt and a fishing vest with blue jeans. Chase tried not to let that get to him. In all the fifteen months he’d known Anthony, Chase had never seen the man wear anything other than graphic tees and the fishing vest. Today obviously wasn’t much different to Anthony.

“We’re on!” Anthony said. Chase held up his microphone in time for the camera light to turn red; he exclaimed, “Happy Brighton Shepherd Day, Brighton City! It’s a beautiful day in our beautiful downtown, where we’re here to honour a beautiful man: The Brighton Shepherd. His heart is as big as an ocean that’s inside a bigger ocean. For years, he’s been watching us with his super-vision, saving us with his super strength, and caring for us with his super heart. Now, it’s our turn to give something back! This is Chase Brody, reporting live from the dedication of the Brighton Shepherd Museum.”

Chase signaled to Anthony, who snorted as he turned the camera off.

“Damn, the stuff the producers make you read nowadays is incredibly cheesy. Have you considered writing your own stuff?”

“I have. That was one of my pieces,” Chase said with a grin. He reveled in Anthony’s look of horror.

“I mean… I can’t believe that in our modern day society, they let… actual art get onto the news,” Anthony stammered out.

“Nice save, Anthony.”

“Cool. Can we go get a coffee now?”

“Come on, it’s time to get into the Brighton Shepherd Day spirit!” Chase said, nudging his coworker.

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Please. If the Brighton Shepherd really was all that great, he’d be able to properly protect you from the Malevolent and his crazy Doctor. For someone who gets kidnapped and rescued all the time, you sure don’t have good security.”

Chase sighed. This debate again. “I mean, it’s good for my channel! I get to film bits and pieces of the Malevolent’s laboratory! Great publicity.”

“You take too many chances with that man, I swear. What happens if the Malevolent snaps and gets violent with you? The Shepherd and his sidekick won’t be there to protect you. You could die, Chase.”

“The Malevolent won’t hurt me. If he truly wanted to, he would have done so the first time he kidnapped me,” Chase snapped. “If anything, he just wants me for more publicity. I am a popular news source.”

“Yeah? Well, they don’t always strike at first sight, Lois Lane. The dude might be waiting for the perfect moment to torture you,” Anthony continued. “I mean, even if he doesn’t invent the machines, his sidekick is smart enough to make them! I swear that man has seen some stuff and wants to inflict it on the city.”

“The Malevolent and Doctor never want to torture. Their machines may look scary at first, but they’re useless. They only want to scare.”

Anthony began loading up the truck. “You’re too trusting.The Malevolent Magician has the power to mutilate and kill in ways your “friendship-is-magic” brain could never comprehend. The Doctor is no better. They’re both just waiting to strike. Once they do, the Shepherd’s presence won’t feel so reassuring, hm?”

Anthony had his back turned long enough for Chase to feel a cold presence beside him. The smell of gas flooded his senses. The reporter turned to hear a window roll down, though he didn’t see a car. Odd.

Instead a white plague doctor mask glared back at him. Chase groaned. Here he thought he might be able to avoid being kidnapped and used as leverage by the Malevolent Magician. Apparently not! The Malevolent’s sidekick, simply known as the Doctor, was here to claim his damsel in distress.

The Doctor raised a spray bottle and squirted it directly in Chase’s face. Chase barely had time to scream as a sudden drowsiness overtook him and the whole world went dark.

Step one was complete. The annoying vlogger was in the back of the van. With that accomplished, it was time to pick up the villain. Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein, known to the city as the sidekick to the Malevolent Magician, drove through the busy town square and out of the main city.

The prison where the Malevolent lay was outside of town in a secluded location, or rather, in the middle of the highway leading into the city. Despite its odd location, the security was incredible. 200 security officers patrolled the site, with at least three officers supervising a special room under intense lock and key. The Malevolent himself was usually locked in large chains that only unlocked at certain times, or if Mal had behaved himself for a certain amount of time.

Schneep arrived to see the prison in chaos. Sirens blared loud enough to burst a person’s eardrums while police ran into the grey building, yelling to each other and pulling out their guns.

Amid all the chaos stood a man with a thick white moustache, standing in front of the large electrical gates, The man held up his wrist enough for Schneep to spy a silver watch on his wrist and sighed in relief. The watch had worked.

“Well, hello, good looking. Need a ride?” Schneep said, opening the door.

“Always, my dear doctor!” the man said as he hopped in. He slammed the door closed as Schneep slammed his foot on the gas and flew off.

The man twisted the watch’s case and transformed back into Malevolent. The supervillain turned to Schneep with an evil grin. “Nice job sending me the watch, Doctor! Let’s ride!”

“As you wish, my Wickedness!” Schneep yelled.

The maltreatment Mal received from the prison was not lost on the doctor. His sharp cheekbones were grimy and more pronounced, and his wrists were almost skeletal. Dark shadows hung below his eyes, and it was not from eyeliner. Schneep held back a sad sigh. Thank goodness he left a snack for Mal when they returned to the evil lair. That part could be solved.

Back at Brighton City Square, the show was ready to begin. As city officials made their speeches, two superheroes waited behind a painted brick wall to make an entrance.

The illustrious Brighton Shepherd fixed his mask and combed his dark brown hair back. Beside him was his sidekick: the Red Marauder, clad in red, green, and blue leather. Marauder kept peeking behind the wall.

“Malevolent is safe behind bars as of right now, you can relax, Jackie,” Shepherd said, rubbing his protégé’s back.

“I can’t find Chase!” Marauder whispered back. “I’ve scanned the crowds three times and there’s no sign of his face.”

“Perhaps he’s stuck in traffic?” Shepherd said, smoothing out the creases in Marauder’s blue cape. His sidekick really needed to learn how to take care of himself.

“He would have sent me a text if that had happened,” Marauder said with a sigh.

“Went for a cup of coffee with Anthony?”

Marauder turned to the crowd. “Anthony is currently eating a donut by one of the food vendors. I think Malevolent and the Doctor kidnapped Chase again!” His eyes filled with tears.

The Shepherd sighed and put a hand on Marauder’s shoulder. “Okay, when the mayor does her speech, we’ll do a quick speedrun through town. He can’t be far. Don’t worry, we’ll get him back.”

Marauder nodded, blinking back tears. No time to cry when there’s a battle.

“Shepherd? It’s time,” an employee whispered. The Brighton Shepherd cracked his neck.

“Show time, baby.” He punched the painted brick wall concealing him, creating a perfect hole. “Alright, put your hands in the air!” he yelled to the crowd.

The lair lit up as the car entered and parked in its appointed place. Marvin threw the door open and breathed in the familiar smell of the evil, abandoned, Monster Munch snack factory. A long time ago, it smelled of moldy cheese puffs and rat manure, but now it smelled of malevolence, metal, and a whole lot of cologne.

No matter how many times he arrived, the sweet scent always relaxed the supervillain after a hard day in jail or fighting the Shepherd. “Oh Doc, there’s no place like our evil lair!”

“I’ve kept it cold and damp, just the way you like it!” Schneep said, hauling the sleeping Chase out of the car.

A swarm of tiny robots flew over to Marvin, their engines whirring with delight. The model was a small purple circle with four robotic legs that could grip and lift up to 1,000 pounds. Of course, each had cat ears attached to the sides of their heads and a cat tail at the back. The CATs, Marvin had fondly called them. Their singular glowing yellow eyes in the center of their body looked up at their darling master.

“The CATs have certainly missed you, sir!” Schneep exclaimed.

Marvin bent down to caress their smooth heads. “Did you miss your daddy? Who’s a menacing little android? You are, yes, you are!”

One CAT held up a ball of twine. Marvin grabbed it and tossed it across the lair, the CATs trailing after it.

Two older models of the CATs held up a curtain while two others held up Marvin’s new suit. Marvin gratefully ripped off the ugly bluish-grey prison rags and changed into his white button-up, black dress pants, and sparkly purple vest. A CAT draped his famous black cloak with magenta lining around his shoulders while another handed him his beautiful cat mask with the magician’s card designs drawn on. He happily donned the mask with pride and stepped out.

“How do I look, Doctor? Do I look evil?” Marvin asked, spinning.

“Horrifyingly striking, sir,” Schneep said. He opened a small gate to an elevator platform, “Shall we?”

At the top, Schneep set Chase down on a chair while Marvin checked all the monitors and buttons.

“Everything ready?”

“Of course! I would never leave anything unchecked before a big event!” Schneep said. Beside the doctor, Chase began to stir, grunting and yelling muffled by the bag.

“He’s awake! Quick everyone, places!” Marvin ordered. He jumped onto his chair and motioned a small CAT to lie down in his lap while he fixed his hair once more.

Schneep ripped the bag off of Chase’s head as Marvin twirled his chair around, menacingly stroking the CAT. “Mr. Brody, we meet again.”

“Would it kill you to wash the bag?” Chase complained, “it fucking stinks and the spray bottle is no better!”

“You can scream all you want, Brody, I’m afraid no one can hear you!” Malevolent announced. Chase remained stone-faced.

Marvin frowned. “Why isn’t he screaming?”

Schneep sighed exasperatedly and bent down next to Chase, “Mr. Brody, if you don’t mind-”

“Screaming sounds a lot like this: aaaahhhhh!” Malevolent demonstrated. “I mean, that’s a poor example but-”

The CAT sitting on his lap bit his hand. Malevolent emitted a high-pitched shriek as he tried to shake the little robot off.

“Not to sound like a sadist but it’s more fun when you do it,” Chase deadpanned.

“Very funny,” the Doctor snapped. “You’ll be singing a different tune when the Brighton Shepherd is defeated right before your eyes!”

Ignoring both of them, Chase decided to examine the observatory, the usual spot for Malevolent and Shepherd’s battles. Most of it was the usual, a long control booth circling the room, full of buttons and levers that would release death traps, lasers, and other lame inventions. Above the panel were monitors of different sizes. On one side of the elevator was a broken vending machine where Doctor grabbed his sleeping spray, while on the other side was a strange metal sphere with axes and spikes sticking out of it (Chase asked and even Malevolent had no idea what it was).

“Speaking of watching, do you have your camera set up?” Malevolent asked, finally yanking off the biting CAT.

“Yup! It’s in the pin this time! Anthony helped me set it up!” Chase puffed his chest out to show it off.

Malevolent ran a hand through his thick black hair and twirled around, letting his cape fly in the wind.

“So guys, what’s on the menu for today? Robosheep? Typhoon cheese? A big ball of aluminum that will roll around town?” Chase asked.

Behind his plague doctor mask, Schneeplestein grinned. It was his time to shine! “Actually, we created a cool ray that uses the sun to make explosive lasers, wanna see?!” He excitedly rushed over to the main control booth and began typing in the passcode to turn it on.

Marvin yelped and pulled Schneep away from the booth, “Easy there, Doc, we’ll show it in time!”

“Brody wanted to see it!” Schneep protested. “It’s not like it would hurt, would it?”

“Think, Doctor! He’s using his nosy reporter skills to find out all our secrets!” Malevolent accused, snarling at Chase.

Chase rolled his eyes, chuckling. These two could be quite entertaining. “What secrets?! You’re so predictable!”

“Oh, that’s the insult for today?! Tell me, my dear Brody, would you call this predictable?” Marvin pulled down a lever and the floor around Chase opened up.

“Your alligators, yes!” Chase nodded in greeting to the snapping reptiles. “Yeah, I was just thinking about these guys on the way over!”

Truth be told, Chase was dreaming of riding a large parrot to Disney World while in the car. But Malevolent didn’t need to know that.

Marvin turned back to the panel. How dare Chase see through his armour?! He quickly slammed a button. “What about this?”

A sharp razor painted blood red danced in Chase’s face. “That’s kind of tacky.”

Marvin punched another button and a junky invention of multiple chainsaws attached to the ceiling lowered down. The chainsaws had gotten their chains stuck to each other and could barely move. Chase pretended to contemplate it. “Mm, juvenile.”

Marvin pulled another lever. “What about this?!”

A giant fart gun shot green gas out. Chase gagged. “Gross and immature!”

“What’s this one do?!” A weak fire machine coughed out small bits of fire.

“That’s just sad,” Chase said. He looked up and nearly jumped out of his seat. A small spider floated downwards. “Is the spider new?”

Marvin turned to Schneeplestein, who merely shrugged. When this was all over, Marvin was going to give him a stern talking to about bug extermination in the lair.

“Ah yes, the spe-dair-a,” Marvin whispered as he advanced closer to Chase. “Even the smallest bite from Arachnis Deathicus will instantly paralyze-”

Chase blew the spider onto Marvin’s cheek, causing him to scream again. Schneep punched him hard enough to knock him over.

“GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!!!! IT BIT MEEEEE!!!” Marvin screamed as Schneep continually smacked him with a newspaper. The spider fell off of Marvin’s cheek and began advancing to the control panel.

“STOP IT BEFORE IT DISAPPEARS!” Marvin howled as he crawled away from the disgusting creature.

After five minutes of Marvin’s dramatic wails and crawling and Schneep swearing like a sailor, Chase finally put an end to the spider’s life by stomping on it when it got close enough.

Marvin crawled over to Chase and grovelled at his bound feet. “Thank you, you are a lifesaver!” He suddenly spied the pin. “Is that still on?”

Chase smiled smugly, “I’ll burn the evidence if you let me go and we’ll never speak of it again.”

Marvin stood up, scowling, “Absolutely not! We haven’t even gotten to the fun part! Let’s pay your boyfriend and godfather a visit, shall we?”

Back at the town square, the mayor had finished up her rather short speech, “It is with great pleasure that I present Brighton Shepherd to his new museum! When you’re ready!”

Shepherd’s laser eyes cut the rope and the great curtains fell, revealing the giant statue of the superhero. A brass band played loudly over the sound of a cheering crowd.

Jackie applauded happily for his mentor, but couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous. In all fairness, the Shepherd had been around longer than he had, and he was still familiarizing himself with the city.

A sudden chill running up his arms woke Jackie from his thoughts. He looked up and gasped. Dark clouds quickly enveloped the museum. People shrieked in terror as a big, black blimp hovered above the great building, rolling down two large projection screens underneath. Once positioned on each side of the magnificent statue, a small circular robot holding a camera turned the screens on, showing the face of the one to blame for the chaos: the Malevolent.

The Brighton Shepherd and the Red Marauder flew up, Shepherd holding up a microphone.

“If it isn’t the Malevolent!”

“Bravo, Brighton Shepherd! Congratulations on your new museum!” Malevolent drawled, clapping slowly.

The crowd began to boo loudly. Malevolent blew a raspberry at the crowd, “So immature!” he scoffed.

“Should have known you’d try and crash the party!” Shepherd said.

“Oh, I intend to do more than crash it! This will be a historic day you, and Brighton City, will not soon forget!”

“We all know how this ends!” Shepherd said. “With you behind bars!”

“Ooh, I tremble in my kitten-skinned cape,” Malevolent hissed, playfully wrapping himself up in his cape. The cape was actually made from cotton, but the city didn’t need to know that.

“What do you want with us, Mal?” Shepherd demanded.

“First off, don’t call me ‘Mal’,” Malevolent snapped. “Secondly, if you and your tomato sidekick don’t leave town in an hour, then this will be the last you ever hear of Chase Brody!” Malevolent punched a button and the left screen presented the kidnapped Chase tied to a chair.

“I knew it!” Jackie muttered behind his mask.

“Don’t panic Chase! We’re on our way!” Shepherd cried out, earning a cheer from the crowd.

“I’m not panicking!” Chase responded, smiling.

Malevolent pretended to gag. “Oh, please. You have to find us first before you save Chase.”

“We’re at the abandoned observatory!” Chase quickly called out.

Malevolent suddenly turned off Chase’s camera, yelping, “WAIT DON’T TO LISTEN TO HIM-”

It was too late. Shepherd and Marauder were already flying above the dark grey smoke. Shepherd quickly spotted the broken down space observatory near the dangerous part of Brighton City beach and pointed it to Marauder. The two began their flight.

Back at the lair, Schneep watched the superheroes from his monitor. “Shepherd and Marauder approaching, sir!”

Marvin turned to Chase, who shot him a smug grin. Marvin only smiled in return.

“Like we said, you’ll be singing a different tune when you see what we have planned!”

The Shepherd would almost be here. Chase closed his eyes and ducked his head for the inevitable ceiling crash.

Shepherd and Marauder flew through the opening of the observatory and landed. Or rather, Shepherd landed gracefully on his feet while Marauder tripped and fell over. Behind them, the heavy doors slid shut.

Shepherd looked around. The place was quiet and eerily empty. No sound of any cat-bots. No evil laughter from the Malevolent.

“Something’s wrong…” Shepherd muttered. He turned to the doors. Were they locked in?! He ran over to check.

Puzzled, Chase looked up. Where were they?

Malevolent reveled in Brody’s confused expression. He fiddled with the control panel, opening up one of the walls.

“You didn’t think we were in the real observatory… did you?!”

Chase could stare in horror as he spotted the real observatory. He couldn’t believe it. He had led the two superheroes right into a trap.

Malevolent laughed triumphantly. “Ready the Death Ray, Doctor!”

Doctor typed in the passcode and pulled the lever down. “Death Ray ready-ing!”

In the real abandoned observatory, Shepherd and Marauder desperately tried to get the doors open.

“I can’t believe Malevolent actually tricked us! How did he seal the doors?!” Marauder moaned.

“Don’t worry Red, we’ll find a way out,” Shepherd said, smiling.

“Over here, boys,” a voice like ice called out. The superheroes turned to see a large projection of Malevolent smiling down on them.

“In case you haven’t noticed, you’ve fallen right into my trap!” Malevolent boasted.

The Shepherd motioned Marauder to find an escape before turning to Malevolent. “You can’t trap justice! It’s an idea! A belief!”

“Well sometimes the most heartfelt belief can be corroded over time!” Malevolent responded.

“Justice is a non-corrosive metal!”

“Then I will just melt it with the heat of revenge!”

“FYI, revenge is best served cold!” Shepherd corrected him. From the side, Marauder shook his head. As much as he respected his mentor and feared Malevolent, their “witty back-and-forth banter” was lame.

“It can easily be reheated in the microwave of evil! Don’t doubt me!” Malevolent snarled.

“Well I think your warranty is about to expire!” Shepherd declared.

“Fuck you, I have an extended warranty!” Malevolent retaliated.

“Language, my dear sir! And warranties are invalid if you don’t use the product for its intended purpose!” Shepherd roared.

“OH! Girls, girls, you’re both pretty!” Chase yelled from his seat. He turned to Malevolent, exasperated, “My whole body is sore. Can I just go home now?!”

Malevolent turned around to throw an empty can of Cola at Chase. It bonked off the side of his head.

“You’ll just have to wait, dear Brody! Your beloved superheroes first must prove if they can escape the inevitable power of the sun! Fire!”

Marauder conjured a shield for himself and Shepherd. When the Shepherd made no move to protect himself, Marauder realized nothing was coming. What happened?

Meanwhile, Marvin approached Schneep and the machine. Schneep learned against the panel, snoring softly. Marvin poked him, “Doctor, wake up!”

Schneep startled, “Oh! Sorry!” He turned to the machine, “The machine is still warming up. I expect we have a few more minutes before it fires.”

Marvin’s face turned as red as Marauder’s suit. “Warming up?! The sun is warming up?!”

Chase started laughing, “The sore arms and legs are definitely worth this riot. Just you wait, the Shepherd and Marauder will be on you in min-”

Malevolent tossed another empty can at Chase. Chase immediately shut up. “That’s better.”

“Don’t worry Chase, we’re on our way!” Marauder yelled from the monitor.

Malevolent stomped over to the camera, “Get here faster, I’m this close to throwing his stupid ass off the balcony!”

This caused Marauder to flip. “Hang in there Chase, I’m coming!” He rocketed up to fly out, only to crash into the ceiling and fall back down unceremoniously.

“Marauder, we’ve talked about this! You need to think before you do anything!” Shepherd lightly scolded. “Now, what do we have that can create a hole in the wall?”

“This whole day is a mess…” Doctor muttered from his spot at the panel.

“I’m sorry, whose side are you on?!” Malevolent demanded.

“The losing side!” Chase interjected.

“Everybody shut up,” Malevolent ordered. He sighed, rubbing his temples. “You know what? I need to take a nap. Call me when the ray is ready!”

“The ray is ready!” Doctor announced. In seconds a bright beam of yellow flew down, destroying the observatory in seconds. Fire and burning metal fell out of the demolished observatory, some of it flying directly towards the lair.

Malevolent quickly waved his hands in a circular motion, muttering. A shimmering purple bubble wrapped around Doctor and Chase. As debris rained down, Malevolent deflected them with bursts of purple fireworks. Chase watched in amazement, gaping.

“I keep forgetting he can do magic...” Chase muttered. “He uses so much technology instead.”

Doctor laughed, “Well, he’s not called the Magician for nothing.”

When the commotion calmed down and the debris stopped coming, Marvin twirled around, blowing a stray hair out his eye. The bright glow of the burning observatory behind the magician outlined his epic form. “Did your camera get that, Brody?”

Two more pieces of falling debris gracelessly smashed into Marvin. Chase happily squealed upon seeing the dusty forms of the Brighton Shepherd and the Red Marauder.

“I… should have seen that coming,” Marvin squeaked. “How did you escape so fast?”

“Laser eyes are a wonderful thing!” Marauder answered, giving Marvin a playful wink as he stood up. Marvin stuck his tongue out.

“The gig is up, Mal. We’re taking you back to jail, where you belong!” Shepherd declared. Marvin sighed and slammed his head down on the floor. Naturally, he lost. Again.

Schneep’s distressed cries snapped Marvin back to attention. He turned to his head to see Marauder on top of a struggling Schneep. Schneep’s whimpers and half-sobs were lost on Marauder, who continued tying his wrists behind him.

“Might as well send the Malevolent’s accomplice to jail as well! That way he won’t escape again!” the sidekick reasoned.

Something in Marvin snapped. “NO!” he screamed, startling the Shepherd. With his nemesis off his back, Marvin set his eyes on Brody and magically put the reporter in a choke hold.

Chase gasped raggedly as the air left his lungs.

Marvin whirled around to face Marauder, growling, “Let the doctor go!”

“Get your hands off Chase!” Marauder yelped, staring helplessly at his struggling brother.

“First, free the doctor!” Marvin shouted. He tightened his grip on Chase, lifting him out of the chair.

“Put Chase down!” Marauder roared, eyes glowing red.

Chase wheezed pathetically, black spots darting in his vision. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. He let out a strangled sob, tears falling. In all his time with Malevolent… he had never felt so scared.

Jackie’s eyes lost their glow and he loosened his grip on the Doctor. Underneath him, the Doctor moaned in pain.

“Let him go, Red.” Jackie turned to Shepherd in shock. The usually optimistic and brightly-smiling superhero had a grim expression on his face. Jackie spluttered.

“B- but- The Doctor will just free the Malevolent again! We could stop them both once and for all-”

“You heard me. Let him go,” Shepherd ordered. Reluctantly, Jackie stood up and backed away from the Doctor. The shaking man took no time running to the stairs and quickly disappearing.

Marvin waited until Schneep’s footsteps faded away before releasing Chase, gently laying him down. Chase gulped in tearful breaths, his body trembling. Marauder rushed over to free Chase while Shepherd tied the magician’s hands behind him.

The minute his hands were free, Chase threw his arms around Jackie. Jackie gently hugged him.

“Are you okay?” Jackie whispered. Chase nodded, still gasping.

“I’ll take Malevolent to jail,” the Shepherd said. “You get Chase to a hospital!” He took off, Malevolent dangling in his arms. The magician waved goodbye as he and the Shepherd disappeared into the city.

Jackie picked up Chase bridal style and started flying as well.

He kept the flight light and steady to keep Chase from getting sick. Chase buried his head in Jackie’s shoulder for most of the trip, eyes squeezed shut. He hated heights.

As they arrived at the hospital, a medical team waited outside to take Chase in. After the first few kidnappings, a special team offered to dedicate themselves to healing Chase in case he needed it.

“Ja-Jackie?” Chase stuttered. Jackie looked down at his almost unconscious friend.

“Ma-Make sure th-this doesn’t reach An-Anthony, oh-ok?” Chase begged between gasps.

Jackie nodded, confused. “Alright… I won’t tell him.”

The cell stunk. No one here ever bothered to put an air freshener in his jail cell, despite Marvin’s numerous polite requests to have it put in. According to the security guards, the Malevolent “could use it as a weapon” or a “gas bomb”. Please.

Marvin sighed as best as he could. As if to enact revenge for strangling Chase, the security staff had clamped an even smaller chain around his neck, making it hard to breathe. Or move. Or do anything. The rest of his body wasn’t much better, with a larger chain wrapped around his waist and movement sensory chains bruising his wrists. If he tried using any magic, the chains on his wrist would shock him. After today, electrocution was the last thing Marvin needed.

Marvin looked up to check the premises. After checking to make sure the guards were gone, Marvin snapped his fingers, careful not to move his wrists too much. Immediately, the chains loosened, allowing Marvin to take a shuddering gasp. He knew the minute he heard the guards coming to check on him, he had to tighten them again, so he took advantage of the situation.

At least the Doctor was free. He wasn’t being made to sit in a stinky, small cell, wrapped in large chains that threatened to strangle him at any moment. He was free to relax after a hard day, planning for the next breakout. For now, Schneep could rest.

Marvin leaned back against his chair, closing his eyes. Schneeplestein would help him escape again. For now, the magician himself will think of another plan to get back at the Brighton Shepherd.

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Title: hot and sharp (it’s the cold) Ship: Eeez/Timothy Hearst (D.Gray-man) Summary: Eeez always knew he was going to die abandoned, dirty alley. Curse Tyki Mikk for giving him hope, for letting him dream— Hold on, who’s the brat in the fancy uniform? AN: It’s my rare pair and I get to be the only one writing fanfics for it.

It wasn’t that Eeez hated Tyki, far from it, actually. For the most part, Eeez adored the older man and soaked up his attention like sunlight. For all that he spent the least amount of time with Tyki given that he was gone so often and so very long on those secret jobs of his, and Eeez saw Momo and Crack far more often, the fellow Portuguese was Eeez’s favorite. They had a connection that went beyond that of countrymen.

Tyki had been the one to pulled Eeez from the dirt alley, cleaning up his pale cheeks with a nearly equally dirty tissue, a soft smile, and kind words. He helped Eeez remain upright when his coughing ended with blood on his lips and always made sure that he wore enough layers when the winters got bad.

Eeez had clung to Tyki because the man had saved him. Without Tyki’s interference, Eeez would have died in the alley he collapsed in and nobody would have cared about his young age. They wouldn’t have called it a tragedy, merely seen him as trash.

But Tyki thought he had worth.

Even though Eeez contributed nothing to their income and ended up eating quite a large portion of their food in turn, Tyki always treated him with care, cracking jokes to make him smile. The man was too young to be Eeez’s father, but he could be his older brother or uncle. Eeez had neither and the terms mixed and matched in his head well enough, reforming in the shape of Tyki Mikk, running his fingers through his hair, switching cigarette brands until he found one that didn’t bother Eeez’s lungs as much, dropping the habit entirely when his health relapsed.

Tyki, whom he hadn’t seen in months.

Anger bit as hot and sharply into him as the cold outside.

Tyki’s jobs had become more frequent and more exhausting as they could tell by the bags under his eyes, but now he simply hadn’t shown up for months. Were he younger, one of those street kids running around the bigger cities, running errands for those posh and proper nobles, Eeez would have thought that they would never see Tyki again, that he got a little too bold and clever and was now a little too dead to come visit them.

Eeez had seen it too often when he’d been alone on the streets. No gang wanted to take him in, his fingers constantly shaking and numb from anemia to make him a good pickpocket. Those kids that got too smart always ended up dead, paying the price for behaving better than the rabble they were supposed to be.

But Tyki was a proper adult who knew better than to throw away his life. He always told Eeez to be mindful, to cherish the time he had. True enough, Tyki didn’t look like he was particularly well-educated, but once you got him started, he turned out to be quite the philosopher, able to quote more books than Eeez had ever had the chance to touch. Always on the road without a school to attend, the adults had taken it upon themselves to teach Eeez whatever they deemed important. Sometimes that was bartering, how to fix your clothes, what fruit or vegetable to eat, or the language of whatever country they were in.

Tyki never seemed to have a problem with any of them

So he might not be a genius, but Eeez was intelligent.

Therefore, rationally, Eeez was aware that he shouldn’t be too upset with Tyki’s disappearance.

The world had gone crazy recently, monsters appearing everywhere. Despite their many travels, their group had never run into one. Usually, that was also due to Tyki’s guidance. He somehow always managed to bring them to safe lodgings, to take the route where they weren’t attacked by some bandits or police that had about the same attitude.

Traveling without him was more difficult even though they had one mouth less to feed.

And now, the snow still sticking to his bloody knees, that monster looming over him, all Eeez could think of was that this wouldn’t have happened if Tyki were here.

That Eeez would still die in a dark and dirty alley, abandoned by the world.

“Eh?” the monster tilted its head. “Aren’t you a fun little— urgh—!”

One moment, the monster looked like a grotesque skeleton, created from blood-coated machinery, large holes for eyes, a twisted halo framing its head. The next, it was kind of soft, and instead of rusty red, the now whole plating was covered in light blues, yellows, and whites.

“Are you alright?” the monster suddenly asked, voice much lighter than before.

Eeez could only nod, unsure of what to do with this sudden change.

The monster grinned, razor-sharp teeth flashing before it gave him a thumbs up. “Great!”

Then it promptly began attacking the rest of the monsters with much prejudice. Their screams would haunt Eeez for years to come if he still had years to experience. Returning to his senses, Eeez scrambled to his feet and rushed to the nearest house for safety. Taking a quick look around, Eeez realized two things:

1) The house had been abandoned in haste.

2) It was not actually abandoned.

Eeez stared at the small body lying in the corner. It looked like somebody had placed the other kid there – and what a weird kid it was. Bright blue hair and a freaking marble the size of Eeez’s fist in his forehead. Maybe whoever had put him there had been killed by those monsters. Eeez had gotten separated from Crack and Momo when those things had appeared in the sky. He didn’t know if they were still alright, but if they’d been hit by even one of those monsters, there was nothing Eeez could do for them anymore.

The monsters seemed to be mostly chasing through the streets, tearing open the houses. They’d probably already gone through this one. It didn’t make the house very secure, just better than anything else. Eeez probably had more luck if he headed to the nearby forest and hid out there. Glancing at the body once more, Eeez realized that the kid was still breathing if a little strained. He was only a little smaller than Eeez. The safe solution would be to just leave him there, give the monsters something else to entertain themselves with while he made his getaway.

Tyki Mikk had pulled him out of the dark and into the light, lifted him into the air, let him sit on his shoulders, and nearly touch the sky.

Uncharacteristically crude, Eeez let out a string of curses and rushed over to the boy. He struggled to put the body on his back, the boy turning out to be heavier than he looked.

First, he thought he would die because of Tyki, now he was going to die because of some stupid unconscious kid in a fancy jacket that could feed Eeez for a week at least.

God better see this one good deed and deem it enough to repay him handsomely in the afterlife.

Wheezing under the strain, Eeez got to his knees and headed towards the back of the house, the sounds of the battle echoing in his ears.

#d gray man #dgm #tyki mikk #eeez dgm #timothy hearst #timotheez #poker pair #we'll get there anyway #fanfic

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dragonshifter-minecraft · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2 - George

[Previous] ~ [Next]

[Word Count: 2680]

[Content Warnings: Fear]

At the base of the tree sat a man. He wore a light blue shirt with white trim, indigo blue trousers, and gray leather shoes. His hair was short and brown, though his eyes weren’t visible on account of the large, tinted glasses perched on his face. He was curled up fearfully, hugging himself and trembling.

The slayer approached cautiously, and was met by the stranger suddenly gaping up at him. Terror was still etched into his expression, and Dream didn’t particularly blame him. He’d probably seen the dragon come through here, which was certainly enough to scare anyone.

“Did you seen a dragon headed somewhere this wa—” he began, only to be interrupted by a frantic shout:

“I didn’t mean to!” the stranger blurted, voice tinged with a curious accent.

Dream stared silently, his ever-smiling mask hiding the look of utter confusion on his face.

“I-It was an accident!” the other man cried hurriedly, “this one guy attacked me, I was trying t-to defend myself, I didn’t even know what was happening…! I was j-just trying to lob something at him…! I d-didn’t mean to…! I swear I didn’t…!” The stranger paused in his ramblings, reaching a hand under his glasses to rub at his eyes.

As he did, Dream spotted something.

Something blue.

Before the stranger could react, Dream had pounced, shoving him flat on his back and holding him pinned with his staff. Less than a second later, the slayer had yanked the tinted glasses from the other man’s face. He was instantly met by a pair of petrified golden-brown eyes with slit pupils, surrounded above and below with bright blue scales.

Dream gasped.

“WAIT, PLEASE…!” the man shrieked desperately, raising a hand in a futile attempt to cover his exposed scales.

Dream abruptly released the stranger, taking a few hurried steps back as he continued to gawk. He couldn’t believe it. Not since the day he’d run away from home had he seen another person like him.

The slayer lowered himself to a nonthreatening crouch before the terrified man, gently placing the glasses down on the ground between them. He set his staff aside, his hands rising to the ever-smiling mask he wore. Without a word, Dream lifted the mask from his face, fully revealing the bright green scales that dotted his nose and cheeks.

The other man, now sitting up, was just as shocked. His mouth was hanging open in stunned silence, offering a look of mingled confusion and wonder. A long moment of shared awe passed between them. Neither of them was quite sure how to respond to the sudden revelation that they weren’t alone.

Dream flinched as he heard a distant snapping sound, realizing after a quick glance that it was one of the broken trees finally losing its battle with gravity. The stranger had crash-landed – that much was apparent. Though Dream was also reminded of the very real possibility that he hadn’t been the only dragon slayer to take to the woods in pursuit…

“We’ve gotta get outta here,” he commented, dropping his mask back to its proper place and turning to reach for his staff.

“W-What…?” the other man questioned shakily.

“You realize you just crashed your way out of one of the largest cities on the continent, right?” Dream retorted purposefully, planting the staff into the dirt as he used it to stand.

The stranger cautiously retrieved his glasses from the ground to return them to his face, watching warily as the man in green held up his staff. Yellow light pulsed through the wood as a large, circular portal manifested before the two.

“C’mon,” Dream instructed, stepping towards the floating circle of light.

“Wha—Where are we going?” asked the other man quietly.

“Somewhere safe,” the slayer answered. Dream spotted the hesitance growing in the stranger’s expression, and quickly grabbed him by the arm to pull him to his feet. Of course, the other man immediately attempted to flail away, but Dream held on to him tightly, stepping into the portal.

The sun was in the same position on the other side of the shimmering gateway, just past its peak in the sky. Dream landed sturdily on the smaller island that acted as an anchor for the portal, before promptly dragging the stranger through behind him.

“Get off me!” was the shout he’d been met with. The other man was barely on his feet, and Dream was forced to hold onto him for a minute longer for fear he’d throw himself over the edge.

“Watch, watch, watch!” the hooded man exclaimed reflexively. That seemed to be enough to get the stranger to take stock of his surroundings and realize that continuing to fight on limited ground was a very bad idea.

“What the hell?!” he shrieked, immediately jerking away from the edge. “Where are we?!”

“My home,” Dream stated, finally releasing the other man’s arm. “My own little pocket dimension, safe from the prying eyes of humanity.”

“You’re… not human,” the stranger observed after a moment’s pause, shakily attempting to stand back up.

“That’s true,” the slayer replied, calmly starting over the rope bridge towards the main island as the portal closed behind them. He didn’t even seem to notice the way the planks swayed unsteadily beneath him, both with the subtle movement of the floating islands and the sudden addition of his weight.

“Wait!” the other man called, eyeing the bridge nervously. He slowly stepped out onto it, both hands holding the ropes along each side with a death grip. “W-what are you, then?”

“A Dragonshifter,” Dream answered as he hopped up onto the steadier ground of the central island, spinning around to face the stranger once more, “same as you.”

“I… I didn’t know our kind had a name.”

“Not many of us left,” the man in green rejoined, shrugging. “Pretty sure most humans think we’re extinct by now.”

The other man stumbled as he reached somewhat solid ground again, prompting a soft chuckle from Dream. The stranger glared up at him in response.

“You got a name?” the slayer in green inquired, tilting his head curiously.

“George,” was the answer.

“George?” Dream repeated incredulously, almost laughing. “Awfully human name for a Dragonshifter, isn’t it?”

“My parents were human,” George replied, “never knew my real ones.” The hooded man gave an understanding hum.

“Well, I can’t say mine’s much better,” Dream offered. “My real name’s Clay.”

“Clay?” the stranger echoed, a small grin spreading across his face.

“Yep,” he affirmed. “Thankfully, I wasn’t around other kids often enough to prompt any sort of bullying. Nowadays, I go by Dream.”

“Wait, you’re Dream?!” George questioned abruptly, his smile falling as he took a subtle step back.

“You’ve heard of me?” the slayer asked, raising an eyebrow behind his mask.

“You kill dragons, of course I’ve heard of you!” the other man shouted, a look of horror etched onto his face.

“Oh please, I’ve never killed a dragon in my life,” Dream assured the other Dragonshifter. “Truth be told, I just use illusion spells.”

To prove his point, the man in green lifted his staff skyward, summoning an apparition of a brown-scaled dragon to dive-bomb the pair, roaring viciously. George shrieked, cringing in fear before the dragon abruptly sheared upwards to soar over their heads. A few seconds later, it faded from reality entirely. He turned back to Dream, glowering skeptically.

“Hey, I’ve gotta make a living somehow,” he defended himself. “Not many humans wanna hire you when you can transform into a dragon at will. Besides, nobody really questions why you hide your face when you slay dragons for a living.”

“That… still seems wrong, somehow,” the stranger stated.

“It is what it is,” dismissed the slayer, turning to start down the path for his house without glancing back. George watched for several seconds, before realizing that Dream wasn’t waiting for him. He quickly took off down the path to catch up.

Past a bridge that led to another, and smaller floating island, sat a mid-sized Tudor house. It looked fairly sturdy, with supports made of dark oak logs and stone brick making up the walls on the lower half of the house. The upper portion’s walls were made of light-colored hardened clay, and the split roof was tiled with dull-colored shingles. The whole house appeared to have been built on a platform that was suspended over the edge of the island, and it seemed a miracle that the building did not go crashing down into the abyss below.

“Did you… make all of this?” George found himself asking.

“I did,” Dream replied, pushing open the front door of the house and holding it for the other Dragonshifter. “Dimensional scrolls are incredibly complicated, but I managed to make one work, and I’ve been living here ever since!”

“Alone?”

“I mean, yeah?” the slayer shrugged, leaning his staff up against the wall. “I get the occasional Enderman, but they don’t really count…”

“Do you… have any family?” George continued to prod.

“It was a long time ago, but yeah,” Dream answered softly, slowly sliding his mask up to uncover his face. “I had a mom, a dad, a brother, and two sisters, but… well, let’s just say everything went wrong and I ran away at sixteen… But enough about me – what’s your story?”

“Oh, I-I mean,” George stammered, trying to assemble his thoughts. “I grew up a long way away. My adoptive parents found me as a baby, and decided not to kill me, for whatever reason. They never let me really be a dragon, so…” He paused with a small sigh. “I’ve always kind of liked magic, so I started looking at Thaumaturgy, and just this last year I got into the Knightport School of Magic.”

Dream hummed knowingly, mouth spreading into a crooked smirk.

“…Wot?”

“You destroyed the school, dude,” he mentioned with a dark chuckle.

“I didn’t mean to!” George retorted. “For months, this one guy’s been giving me a hard time for no reason. I was minding my own business earlier when he actually tried to punch me. I didn’t mean to lose it…” His rant trailed off abruptly, though as Dream continued to look at him expectantly, George decided to go on, “I didn’t even know what was happening. One minute I was breaking through a wall, the next I was just trying to get away. I ended up crashing as soon as I realized I was flying…”

That was what brought a laugh from the slayer, eliciting a small, wheezing cackle that echoed through the nearly-empty house.

“It’s not funny!” George snapped indignantly, which only seemed to make Dream laugh harder.

“You fell out of the sky,” he rasped, “because you realized you were flhhhh—” Again, he broke into a fit of loud wheezing.

“Dream!” the other Dragonshifter shouted.

“Sorry—hahah, sorry!” the hooded man apologized lamely. “Hahhhh, give me an afternoon, I can teach you to fly.”

“What?!” George exclaimed. “No, nono, I gotta… I gotta get back to…”

He trailed off as the realization hit him.

Dream raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t students at that school tend to live on-campus?” he asked.

His question was met by an exasperated groan.

“Guessing that’s a ‘yes’.”

“I’ve just gone and ruined everything, haven’t I?” George growled, running his hands through his hair out of frustration. “I lost control and destroyed the damn school, and now I can’t go back!”

“Could’ve been worse,” Dream suggested. “You could’ve been found by an actual dragon slayer. Imagine if you’d run into Illumina in those woods.”

“What am I even meant to do?!” the other Dragonshifter blurted. “I have nowhere to go, and I left all my stuff behind!”

“…Eh, I could probably go get your stuff if you want,” the man in green proposed after a moment of thought, “and you could just crash here for a while.”

“How would you even get in?” George inquired disbelievingly. “Or know which room was mine?”

“I mean, I’m a known dragon slayer,” Dream stated, absentmindedly standing up a little taller. “I could say I’m there to investigate the dragon from earlier, and ask them where your room is, or something. They’ve gotta know by now that one of their students straight-up transformed.”

“…You can do that?”

“Don’t know until I try,” he shrugged. “Worse comes to worst, I could just portal directly inside.”

“They actually have magical safeguards against that,” George commented.

“Of course they do,” Dream sighed. “I’ll figure something out. Is there anything in particular you want to me look for while I’m there?”

“Uh… all I really need are my clothes… and my books,” the other Dragonshifter drawled, “I’d still like to continue my studies…”

“I’ll see what I can do,” the green-hooded slayer said with a nod, dropping his mask back over his face and raising his staff. “I’ll be back. Don’t fall off the island while I’m gone.”

With that, yet another portal opened before Dream, and he stepped through to disappear entirely. That left George alone, in an unfamiliar house, floating in an unfamiliar dimension, and with no chance of getting back to the life he once knew.

Silently, he kicked off his shoes beside the front door, and then turned to glance around the house. He was standing in a large room, complete with a sitting area, a small dining table surrounded by four chairs, and a staircase leading to what must’ve been an upper floor. Behind the stairs was a fairly cluttered space, with a large worktable, a pair of furnaces, a couple of chests, and some shelves housing various herbs. There were also a few strange magic-related implements that he wasn’t completely familiar with. Dream definitely didn’t use Thaumaturgy.

A glowing orange rod caught his eye, and he peered around the stairs to spot a table set up with a brewing stand and a small rack stocked with a few miscellaneous bottles. George’s jaw nearly dropped. Real potions were widely considered a magical luxury item. They were incredibly hard to produce on account of requiring ingredients that were difficult to obtain, not to mention the need for otherworldly resources to even construct a brewing stand. Though given the slayer’s apparent penchant for dimension-hopping, George couldn’t be too surprised.

As he was considering the stairs, George noticed a gray curtain draped across a doorway adjacent to the front door and located at the base of the steps. He moved the fabric aside curiously, his eyes met with a stone brick staircase that stretched downwards and into what looked like a dark cave. He quickly let the curtain drop and promptly started up the stairs – he didn’t know what was down there, but he was not about to get lost while spelunking.

At the top of the stairs, he discovered two doors opposite of one another. The first one he opened was definitely Dream’s room, complete with a bed, a desk, a pile of clothes on the floor, and a bookcase filled with worn, magical tomes and other books. George quickly decided against snooping around in Dream’s room, and instead turned and headed toward the other door.

The second room was nothing special. It was about the same size as Dream’s room, though it was hard to tell with all of the chests and barrels placed haphazardly along the edges of the room. This was clearly a storage room, though it still possessed a bed, and it seemed like it would work as a guest room in a pinch.

A thought crossed George’s mind – why would Dream have a second bedroom going unused in his house? He’d gone to the trouble of building it along with the rest of the house, so why…?

George didn’t think much more about it. After the day’s excitement, the mere sight of a bed was enough to bring exhaustion crashing down onto him. He set his glasses on top of a nearby barrel, shook the dust from the blankets, and then climbed into the bed.

In a matter of minutes, he was fast asleep.

[Author’s Note: How’s that for an introduction? No seriously, I’m working on writing more believable dialogue, was it okay? I tried my best to capture their respective speech patterns, but it’s difficult when it’s introductions and they don’t really know each other that well yet, hnnnngh. Anywho, this wraps up the setup, so prepare yourselves for a wandering plot full of fluff and shenanigans until we somehow reach the designated end-point of this story! Like I’ve said, this is mostly self-indulgence and writing practice for me. Don’t be surprised if there’s a chapter or two of unnecessary padding.]

#dream team #mcyt #my writing #Dragonshifter Story #Part I

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years ago

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Epilogue: Ja Mata, Friends

I finally finished the Main Story Quest Rewritten Series! Yaaaaay! *Kermit Flail!*

Erii settled down on her knees and opened her little red suitcase. She wrote down on the paper notepad that she was supposed to be going to Korea to start a new life, but you notice that she didn’t pack very much.

Your body still aches terribly to the point where you wanted to puke. Your eyes rolled with fatigue. But Erii was showing you her things and writing down her words in her way to chat with you even though you could only stare blankly.

You were in the middle of a graveyard of bones. The cooling effect of the broken canister of liquid nitrogen mixed with the spring air and created a dense fog in the Red Well. But you could still see the outlines of ribs, femurs and skulls among the pile of debris. Charred skeletons embraced each other in battle and deadpool remains mixed with human remains. It reminded you of a scene in an ancient fossilized tar pit. Over hundreds or thousands of years, countless animals and people fell into the pit and died together. Archeologists discovered them but their bones were all mixed up.

Erii showed you her Roman shoes, her white strapped shoes, her hairpins, stockings and ribbons all neatly packed. Then she showed you her little toys. Then she showed you her postcards.

“On April 24th, I went to Tokyo Sky Tree with Sakura. The warmest place in the world is on the Sky Tree.”

“On April 26th, I went to Meiji Shrine with Sakura. Someone held a wedding there.”

“On April 25th, I went to the amusement park with Sakura. The haunted house was scary, but with Sakura there it wasn’t so scary.”

You blink sleepily and suppress a yawn to avoid the pain of stretching your bones. “Hmm… at Christmas, I will take you to see Siberia.”

She nods seriously as this is a solemn vow to her.

Erii quietly took out some of her clothes and pressed them against your skin. The battle had ruined the last remnants of your wedding dress. She opened a blouse and slid it on your arms, pausing when you flinched and hissed in pain, only to continue when you relaxed. Then she buttoned up the front for you. She handed you her skirt and slipped it over your body.

A soft noise, like a stone rolling down a hill made you sit up in alarm. Erii pressed one hand to your shoulder to keep you from standing. She wrote in her notebook. “Sakura is here.”

You blink at an approaching, staggering human shaped shadow in the fog. For a second, you think it’s Z and your heart lifts. In a few more seconds, Lu Mingfei came into view. Erii with her amazing hearing had already sensed his approach. That explained why she had dressed you and covered you up.

The man looked exhausted and soaked to the bone. At the sight of Erii’s wave, he relaxed to near collapse. “You’re here!” He exclaimed.

Lu Mingfei stumbled the rest of the way into her arms. He hugged her tightly and after a long time, he quietly began to cry. You watched them embrace, feeling happy for them at first, and your eyes grow dull.

Chance was gone. Ruri Kazama was gone too. He fell asleep in the mind of Chime and you would never be so greedy as to use the clapper on him to bring him back. Chime was off somewhere with his brother. It was uncertain if you’d ever see him again. Somehow, you’d seen the world, been wooed by the most beautiful men of Tokyo and still had ended up alone with no one to hold you and cry.

Lu Mingfei had arrived in a black Mercedes and that’s what you took to get out of this place. You fell asleep on your way there.

You woke up days later to an IV in your arm in the comfort of the luxury suite. You stare up at the princess canopy. You’re surprised. How could it be that this place remained untouched throughout the whole disaster? Ruri Kazama knew your room. Perhaps by his fierce order, all the Devil Clan members knew not to destroy the bedroom of his precious love.

“MC…” A familiar voice speaks out of the dimly lit corner. You sit up.

Renata was sitting next to your bedside. Her long blond hair was down over her bare shoulders. She wore a frilly blue lace top and a light yellow skirt with a white obi belt at her waist. A black knee brace interrupted her silhouette. For a moment you stare silently into each other’s eyes, expressionless.

“Is there still a bug in this room?” You ask.

“I had Fingel remove it.” She said, standing and sitting next to you on your bed.

You finally wrap your arms around her, rest your head in her chest, and the tears roll down your face. Renata doesn’t cry but the strength in her arms as they hold you, so firm and so tightly, conveys her thoughts. You slept for twenty years and traveled all the way across the world. You’d fought with monsters and devils, gangsters and gods. But you still managed to find each other in the end. In this secret hide away in the dark, you could hold each other again. You press your ear to her chest and listen to that strong heavy heartbeat and hear her breathe in and out. “Renata… I loved you back then.”

“I thought so too. I was too embarrassed to say anything about it. I was afraid of getting in trouble with the nurses. But please. Continue to call me Zero. It’s more than my new identity. It’s who I am now.” She pulled away from you slightly. “Do you know about… him?”

You know she’s talking about Z and you nod. “A little.”

“Please keep it to yourself.” Her eyes were gentle, but her voice held a command. “There are things that are still far beyond that we cannot understand. But if you stay useful to the end, he will not leave you.”

It takes three months for everything to settle and, in the meantime, you stay with the men in Takamagahara Night Club. Your bloodline test returns completely clean and you are installed as a full member of Cassell College. You don’t tell them how it happened, that you were bitten by the Light King parasite and filled head to toe with its fetal blood. When Erii embraced you, the effect was the same. She bathed in the blood of a young dragon and her bloodline issues resolved. In Caesar’s report, he simply states that your bloodline problems were clerical errors and you were never a dangerous hybrid.

In those months, the club Takamagahara was fully restored. Though Tokyo still lies in ruins, a great final performance has been arranged. You settle in your seat next to Zero and she looks at you and smiles.

The curtain was slowly opened. Caesar’s fingers ran across the keys of a piano, Chu Zihang blew out the first note on the saxophone and the applause rolled over like a tide. The spotlights swayed over them and the banners that read “Love Sakura!” “BasaraKing forever!” and “Sacred Ukyo!”

Zero huffed to your right. “Someone should stand behind Lu Mingfei before he faints.”

Erii sat next to you on your left and held up a sign. “Go Sakura!”

Tonight is his debut show and the farewell show for the three of them. The theme is ``Goodbye, Ikemen Team.” The TV regrettably announced that BasaraKing, Ukyou, and Little Sakura would be returning to the United States due to their expiring contract. Tonight is their last performance. They would also be ending their careers as performers, so this was truly Sayounara.

All the tickets were sold out in advance. Not even VIPs could get a hold of them. Whole bar fixtures were removed to accommodate more guests. The dance floor was full of women, young and old. Everyone was dressed in costumes from shiny sexy short skirts to dignified long black sleeves. In order to ensure safety, the Metropolitan Police Department temporarily activated traffic control measures and everyone had to walk to the Takamagahara.

Apparently, Cassell had pulled some sort of mass brainwashing. All the people who witnessed the raging deadpool in the club suddenly didn’t remember it that way at all. They only remembered you and the boys protecting and helping people during the storm and that was it. Cassell was scarily efficient at hiding the truth of the world from the world.

Lu Mingfei stepped to the microphone and looked at Erii and sang a shaky little “Sayounara.” He picked up the champagne on the piano cover and drank.

You only understand the word Sayounara in the song. It’s all in Japanese. Lu Mingfei might not have the best voice, but he does have the best Japanese of the three. You quickly pick up a handkerchief. “Erii… don’t cry! Come on, you have to give your support! You can still chat over Line tonight.”

There was no more fear that Erii would rage out of control and kill everyone. So she was free to express sad emotions like this. Now her red eyes ran with tears. “I want to go to the US with Sakura.” She wrote.

“And you will! You will! Eventually… Don’t despair okay?”

The best theater speakers in Tokyo were tuned to the use of the Takamagahara. The sound from the subwoofers burst like ten thousand cannons. Caesar’s piano skills were handed down to him from the world’s top masters and flowed into the sound system. Chu Zihang’s saxophone was also very good. The musical emotional refrain climbed higher and higher. And then when the hall seemed to no longer be able to accommodate such surging music, the top of the hall suddenly opened letting in the moon and starlight.

The spring had turned to summer and the warm air of the seaside city flooded in. You look up at the star strewn sky and grin. Your hand tightens on Zero’s hand. “Make a wish.” You whisper.

Caesar got up from the piano and Chu Zihang put down the saxophone. They all walked to Lu Mingfei’s side and the three took each other’s hands and bowed deeply.

Cries and applause swept the stage like a storm. And the enthusiasm can't be contained. Women rushed the stage to embrace the young men who were leaving but the stage was too high to climb. So they throw roses, thousands of roses until the stage is covered with bright red, pink and white.

“Ukyou! Ukyou! BasaraKing! Basaraking! I love you! Don’t leave!”

It was time for the final rankings of the performers. At this moment, the spotlight suddenly came on to Lu Mingfei. Whale who had lost an arm in the disaster strode onto the stage. “According to Takamagahara practice, whether Little Sakura stays in our warm family depends on one thing - love! That is, your love!” Whale shouted. “Only the flower tickets of your love can get him to stay. So vote for him. Waiter! Please reveal how much love did LIttle Sakura get during his internship?”

A waiter came with an envelope on the platter. Whale tore it open with his teeth and shouted “320 flower tickets!”

“Oh…” You wince. Poor Lu Mingfei. Chu Zihang and Caesar and easily gathered over 900 ticket buyers in a few days. And after months here Lu Mingfei couldn’t gather half that.

But Whale continued. “In addition to the flower tickets purchased before the show, the total is 100,320 flower tickets! Congratulations Little Sakura, you passed the internship period and you are now a member of our Takamagahara club family!”

Whale took a check from his pocket. A projector enlarged the check until it was the whole background of the stage. It was a check for 100 million yen. Lu Mingfei stood in stunned silence. The check was signed by Erii Uesugi.

Erii had stood up at the end of the show but now she held up a new sign with a sad silent face. The sign read clearly. “Sakura, please stay.”

“Oh… Oh Erii…” Your heart was moved by this. You reach out to her.

Zero takes your arm and whispers urgently. “You have to go now. Or else you’ll miss them.”

You hesitate. Erii doesn’t look at you or shift from that spot. Lu Mingfei stares at her over the crowd but the curtain goes down in front of him. Zero is pushing you now and you have to go.

Erii still stands there even though the curtain is down.

Zero drags you out a side entrance to a waiting Alfa Romero Sports car.

“You can comfort her later.” Zero says as she shuts the door of the driver’s side of the vehicle.

“Yeah…” You buckle up and then do a double take. “Since when did you learn how to drive?”

“Since forever ago.” She turned her head and backed out of the alley and sped down the street so fast you were pressed into the leather.

The helicopter was parked in a large parking lot two blocks away and the eight executive members of the Hydra lined up to send the Cassell team off. After this incident, the Japanese branch was established again, but a new agreement was signed. Anjou gave up his personal control over the branch, though he still holds the highest decision making power.

The last surviving member of the original family was Nanami Sakurai and she was promoted as Minister of Japan and the new acting director of the Executive Bureau. Chisei and his brother were missing in action and assumed dead. But before his disappearance, Chisei had left the leadership to Mrs. Sakurai. Caesar and Anjou spoke to Mrs. Nanami and she was impressed by their words enough to let you have a special internship and training as a White King bloodline operative and you would be handling all matters when it came to the Devil Clan and unstable hybrids.

“These small gifts left by the clan chief are not quite high end,” Crow gave sunscreen in glass bottles to Casear, Anjou, Lu Mingfei, Zero, and Fingel. “They’re his whole collection. He was really serious about going and selling sunscreen.”

“I’ll smear it on the prettiest girl’s back for him.” Caesar said.

“That would make him happy. That’s what he looked forward to the most.” Crow said.

Your heart aches slightly, thinking of Sakura Yabuki. You wondered where Chisei was now. You hoped he managed to find peace somewhere with his brother.

Caesar approached you. “Are you going to be alright by yourself?”

Your lips curl upward. Then you dip your head and delicately remove your contact lenses. Your eyes are glowing golden, permanently. One didn’t just brush up against the experience of being a dragon king and not be left with some sequelae. “Caesar… Are you going to be alright by yourself?” You ask in a sly voice.

Caesar averts his eyes. “Okay, okay, point taken.”

You replace the contacts in your eyes. “I’m no Caesar Gattuso, but I think I can hold my own here.”

Caesar’s eyes soften. “We’re going to look for him.”

Your smile fades. “Don’t look too hard.” Your chest aches again. “Chime needs time. And so do I.”

Caesar pulls you into a tight hug. You inhale deeply and focus on the bright sweet scent of tobacco. “Don’t forget to text me when you get in. And tell Nono I said hello.”

“I will.”

You approach Lu Mingfei. His eyes are dim and he doesn’t look up. You shake your head. You’re living because of this guy, so you can’t punch him or threaten him too badly. You tap his nose and he looks up at you, looking irritated.

“Better step up, pretty boy. She went through a lot for you.”

“I know… I... “ Lu Mingfei rubbed the back of his head.

“Don’t say anything! I’m having the hardest time not dragging you back to the Takamagahara right now. It’s 100 mil yen man… come on.” You suddenly hug him tight.

“Ow! Ow! Have you been working out or something? Geez you’re gonna leave a bruise!” He whined.

“Text her.” That’s the last you say to Lu Mingfei.

You approach Chu Zihang. He looked down at you with golden eyes hidden behind black eyed contact lenses. Even now, you didn’t feel particularly close to him, especially not close enough to hug. Chu Zihang was holding a long white wood box that contained Chisei’s swords anyway. He nodded once to you.

“I will be following your progress closely.” He said.

Principal Anjou was blowing out a puff on his cigar as you approached him. He handed you a small white card. “This is your official Cassell Credentials. You’ll be on remote study, but given your performance, you can study at your leisure.”

“Thank you, Principal. I would like to learn Japanese, and how to drive faster than Zero.”

Zero looked up from where she was about to board the helicopter and rolled her eyes at you, but there was a trace of a smile on her lips.

The helicopter took them up into the sky and you watched as its white light disappeared like a shooting star flying into the distance, taking your friends away across the ocean to the United States.

You turned back to Crow who bowed deeply until he was horizontal. “Mrs. Chief. Forgive my bad English, but your car is ready to go to your new accommodations at the Hydra headquarters in Genji Heavy Industries.”

You grin flashing your white teeth at him. “Arigatou.”

#Dragon Raja

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technicallyr43 · 3 years ago

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Just a Scene

So I made a prompt awhile ago about this, and this is the scene that just keeps rattling my brain. Enjoy?

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The world went white. The heroes nearby paused in their struggle to recover as they viewed the blankness that enveloped them. Aizawa looked around frantically while some of class 2-A started helping the others up.

“W-what happened?” Kaminari asked, lifting up Iida.

“The force from All for One and Mic-sensei was so powerful, it must have caused all this,” Yaoyorozu theorized.

Uraraka looked around, “This is so unsettling.”

“Eraserhead-sensei?” Midoriya called, worried for their sensei who looked like he was panicking.

“I don’t see any people, except the ones who were close by to us,” Endeavor observed, “Would Present Mic or All for One even be here?”

The underground hero turned to respond, when suddenly the white world flashed and changed to a jungle. Everyone made a startled noise as they took in their surroundings, and turned when they heard the small voice coming up on them.

“Ace! Luffy!” yelled the young voice, “Where did you go?”

A young blonde boy ran past them, hair cut close to the scalp. He had wide blue eyes and wore a blue suit coat and a black top hat with square goggles attached to it. The kid huffed, annoyed while looking around the trees. He kicked at a rock.

“They’re always getting lost…”

“Hey, kid,” Midoriya started, “Could you answer some questions for us?”

While he asked that, the kid turned quickly, falling into a fighting stance before relaxing. He drank in the sight of them in their hero costumes, turning excited.

“You’re heroes!” He pointed out, smiling widely, “You’re Endeavour, you’re Hawks, and you’re Eraserhead!” He pointed at the respective heroes before stopping at Aizawa, “You’re my favorite!”

“Yeah,” started Hawks, “We’re heroes. Do you mind telling us where we are? And who you are?”

The kid blinked up at them before answering, “This is Goa Island. It's where me and my brothers live. I’m Sabo!”

“Well, hello Sabo,” greets Midoriya, “I’m Deku! I bet you and your brothers have awesome quirks. Can you tell us about them?”

“Quirks?” Sabo looks uncomprehendingly to them, “Ace is made of fire...and Luffy is rubber. And me, I guess I don’t have a quirk.”

Midoriya looks stricken, “You-you don’t have one? Well, that’s ok, I guess your brother can protect you.”

Sabo looks at him disapprovingly, “I don’t need them to protect me! Sure Ace is older by a couple months, but Luffy is way younger than me! How can my baby brother protect me?”

“But if you’re quirkless, things are a lot more dangerous for you,” Sero said, “You’ve gotta be careful.”

“No I don’t!” Sabo’s face scrunched up, “Before quirks, everyone was quirkless! They had to do things as normal people!

“Even now, I don’t need my brothers to protect me! We all have our own dreams, and we can use our own powers to get there! Ace want to surpass his father, and be strong! Luffy wants to be King of the Pirates, and me- well I want to be free! I want to live my life with my brothers and everyone I love, free from everyone who doesn’t want us together.

And it doesn’t matter if I don’t have a quirk or power,” Sabo used this moment to put his hands on his waist, looking right at the group, “I don’t need a quirk to be strong, to fight for what I think is right! I don’t need one to be free! All I need is my bond with my brothers, and the strength I can get from training enough!”

The scene around them flashed and the forest was gone. Now, a wasteland surrounded the group, startling them as they took in the view.

“And even when I didn’t remember,” said an older voice, still young, “My dream didn’t change. I still wanted to be free, to fight for what’s right. I still wanted to do good for those who couldn't have it.”

Everyone quickly turned to look at an older Sabo. He was wearing the same style of clothes, but his hair was a bit longer, coming in blonde waves framing his face, eyes still wide. Except now, there’s a large burn scar on the left side of his face, over his eye, peeking from below his shirt. He more world weary, still smiling, but dimmer.

“I couldn’t remember who I was, or who I left behind, but I knew that I wanted the world free. Free from oppression, where those with power would enslave everyone. Free from judgement, where the sins of the father didn’t carry over to the child. I didn’t remember why, but that was important.

“And I didn’t need a quirk for it. I fought for my and my friends' right to live with power that I trained from nothing. A quirk is just a tool, something you add onto a power that was given. It doesn’t matter how you were born, where, or if you were born with power. Anyone could become strong.”

A flash again and the world changed, now a war-torn battleground, with walls stacked high and an execution stand in front of a building toting the word “MARINES”. Bloody swords and smoking guns lay on the ground, but no bodies.

“And even when I took power,” started the same voice, older, “I did so, not to be stronger, but as a reminder of what I lost.”

A taller, older Sabo stands before them now. His gaze is sad, but brighter, like what weighed down on him before was less than before.

“I only took my brother’s power because he wasn’t there, because by the time I remembered, it was too late.”

Flames erupted from his shoulder, and two figures appeared by his shoulders. They were blurred out, but a straw hat on the shorter figure and an orange cowboy hat on the taller were distinctive.

“My older brother died, leaving me and my baby brother behind. He wasn’t alive to watch Luffy live out his dream, but at least I could take on his will to carry with us to the end. And that power helped in my achievements, helped in our war for freedom. But it wasn’t something we needed.

“Because quirks are tools, and they’re just an ends to a means. Isn’t that what you taught me, my love?” Sabo looks at Eraserhead, smile soft and eyes full of love. Everyone freezes at that, and Aizawa looks ready to protest. Sabo stops it with his continued speech.

“I don’t need a quirk, or a power to live my dream. I don’t need it to protect my brother, or my friends, or the rest of my family. The bonds I made with them, the people that I love are so great, that I’ll never forget them. The bonds with my brothers that I felt when I didn’t remember are tremendous, that I wholeheartedly believe that I can find them again, no matter what lives we lead. Because bonds like these-”

The world flashes and it changes to UA, to the front of the school. But the heroes don’t notice. They’re attention is on Sabo, as he melts away and is replaced by Yamada Hizashi, the hero they were here to save, dressed in civilian gear. Yellow sweater and jeans, hair down and messy.

“They traverse time, Shouta!” Hizashi continues, smiling wide and eyes bright, “Lives, even dimensions! For the longest time, I thought this hole in my chest was because of some family I missed, even though they abandoned me when I was born. And that you and how much I love you was enough to fill the void. That our kids were too! But now I remember! I remember that what I was missing isn’t a family that abandoned me, but one that I made from a life before. And isn’t that amazing!”

Hizashi laughs as he gestures widely with his arms, “Imagine that, all this time and my heart was filled with love for my family, my friends, and my comrades. And I just didn’t remember. But now I do, and now that I’ve fought All for One with a power that technically shouldn’t exist right now, I’m going to need all hands on deck, so listen up, listeners!”

Silhouettes appear behind him, all shapes and sizes, indistinguishable to them, “I’ve used a lot of power, and went a little too hard. So I may be hurting right now. And because what I did was such a powerful shockwave, well I’m sure everyone else who’s like me is awake now too.”

Hizashi juts his hip out and rests his hand on it, pointing at the group, “I was a revolutionary, so I hung out with thieves, pirates, and thugs. They’re a little rough around the edges, so be on the lookout! Because this will attract the good, the bad, and the downright nasty. So buck up listeners!”

The voice hero grins at his husband, “We’re in for an adventure!”

The surroundings disappear and the heroes are back in a battle-torn city. They see other heroes, and civilians getting up, looking around to see if it’s safe to move. Aizawa jerks out of the group, “Zashi! Where are you!?”

That moves the rest of the group into action, racing to find their lost mentor and friend. They find All for One, dead under a crumbled building. A good 100 ft away, they find Aizawa clutching an injured Hizashi to him, calling for medics to come.

That was just the start.

#erasermic #eraserhead #yamada hizashi #present mic #aizawa shouta #one piece #my hero academia #boku no hero headcanons #au #crossover

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jengajives · 4 years ago

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Did a collection of defining moments for my Tolkien OCs a while ago and finally decided to post it. Got eight or nine different characters here depending on how you count.

When Agzil gasped, it brought nothing but a cold ash into his lungs. His limbs trembled. Even on all fours, they nearly didn’t have the strength to support him. An elbow buckled and he fell to a forearm instead, forehead hitting the dusty ground, flooding his eyes, nose, and mouth, with the same thick, grey soot that covered everything here. “You talk back again, maggot, and the Lieutenant won’t be so friendly!” The orc captain had a strong Lugburz accent. She was from here- the land of endless burning and choking and death. Made Agzil’s head spin. He obviously had done something wrong in his non-reaction, though, because the whip cracked across his back again with a blinding white-hot agony that dropped him flat to the earth. “Enough!” he heard Mirci crying, so distant he almost didn’t comprehend the words. “You’ve taught him your lesson, now leave him!” “You keep out of this, tinkerer!” Agzil breathed a lungful of soot so foul it made his lungs spasm. He coughed into the ground, and slowly raised himself to his forearms again. He could go no further. “You keep sticking out your neck for Gundabad trash, one day it’s going to get sliced!” the captain roared in the background. “Master may like your big metal beasts, but they done us no good! Done disrupted our ranks, made us look like fools- don’t you know we’re at war?!” When a voice spoke out from behind them all, somehow Agzil instantly knew it was not the voice of an orc. The Dark Master had Men in his armies, too, but as far as Agzil knew, Men didn’t speak the Black Tongue, and this newcomer used it with a natural and melodic lilt. Agzil wished he knew Black Speech. The captain barked something back in the same tongue, then Mirci spoke up in Common. “It wasn’t his fault, sir. It was my machine what went wild. Drive gears broke and the whole thing-“ She stopped abruptly. Agzil imagined this newcomer raising a hand in the way he’d never known a real general to do, and the fear that shot through him was icy and cold at the idea that this might be the Lieutenant of the Tower himself. Something sharp and cold tucked beneath his chin. Agzil felt a trickle of blood down his throat, and he worked to raise his head with the only strength he had left. His eyes met the empty, blank pits in a mask of iron, regarding him expressionless and still. He’d never seen Garavdúr before, but he knew what the War Wolf was meant to look like, and so of course he knew what he was faced with now. His entire body trembled, waiting, staring. Garavdúr did not speak for a long moment. Finally he lifted his sword away from Agzil’s throat and let his head fall, muttering softly as he did. “Pathetic creatures...” The heavy metal footfalls moved away. Agzil laid in the dust for a while before he raised his face again. Mirci’s head was there, coated now in black blood and ash, a few feet from where her body lay crumpled and lifeless. Agzil put his forehead in the dust again. The captain gave him another taste of lashing when he did not try to get up.

Thet wished her mother would loosen up on her hand so she could get closer to the extremely hot molten metal, but unfortunately, it seemed her parents were somewhat responsible. They were traders and always had been, and Thet had seen so many different types of places- dwarf-keeps and hobbit villages and little towns of Men- but never before had she seen metal being worked. It was stunning. “What is it going to be?” she asked eagerly, reaching out a hand as if she could touch the white-hot goop. The smith paused and flipped back the heavy iron mask to reveal fair golden hair and a beard done into neatly capped braids. Her face was smeared with soot. “Going to be a knife someday, little one,” she said in a kind and rumbling voice. “Maybe you’ll use it to cut up your dinner.” “Could you make it a necklace?” Thet asked instead, very eager. They had one necklace in the family; her father wore it at all times and she would recognize the dull reddish gold anywhere. There was a garnet set into the middle. She really liked the chain- how delicate and yet sturdy every individual link was. It was fascinating every time her father let her play with it. The smith looked at her and gave a friendly smile, then reached down with a pair of heavy clamps and broke one small section of the metal off. She twisted it into a crude spiral, bent a thin loop over the top, and then plunged it into her bucket of water. There was a hiss and a rush of steam went up from the boiling liquid. Quick as could be, the smith pulled the spiral out with another clamp and laid it on her table. She produced a length of thin leather from a pile nearby and slipped its end through the loop, and tied it off to create a loose circle. She held the trinket out in a gloved hand. “You be careful now. It’s hot.” Thet squirmed free of her mother’s grip and scurried forward on her crutch. She wrapped her hand in a length of her cloak so she could accept the gift. It was tarnished and none too shiny; just a simple lump of steel crudely wrought into a pendant of sorts, but to Thet’s young eyes it was the most astonishing gift she had ever received. Something made just for her, only for her. Never had she had anything like it. She gripped it tight, pulled it close and looked up eagerly at the tall smith turning back to her work. “I’m going to be just like you someday!” The smith smiled and rustled a hand through the young dwarf’s hair. “You’ll need a good bit of beard before that, little one. Take good care of your necklace.” And Thet never let that shoddy piece of metalwork leave her side.

There was no silence after battle. Corien could only hear the groans of the dying. Flames crackling cruelly in the grass. Huff of beasts and screams carried far away from the walls of the burning city. Orcs that were not quite dead gurgled when he vaulted past. Men that weren’t quite dead begged and choked and sang in shaking, weepy voices. All of it was blurry. Smeared. Nothing real, no sound registering to his battle-worn ears. The only things he heard were the cries of bowstrings, and a clash of steel on steel and wood on stone and metal creaking and screaming and tearing apart. “Halbarad!” he screamed into the settling night. It was lost amidst the identical calls coming up from other places on the field. Other brothers and sisters found hewn, children lifeless, friend and lover ripped apart. Everyone was out to collect their dead. The ribbon tied to the haft of his spear fluttered lightly in the breeze that swept up from the river. It had been blue this morning. It was splattered now with black and scarlet, bruised and sickly beyond repair. He threw the spear aside when he at last saw the gleam of silver against a cloak of bloodstained grey. It took both hands to roll his brother face-up. The silver star Halbarad had always worn on his cloak was shiny and clean, but it was about the only thing left recognizable. Corien’s fingers trembled uncontrollably as he pushed the earth brown hair out of his brother’s face. Blood caught on his fingers and colored his palm scarlet, so he left red smears on the eyelids when he closed those familiar ice-grey eyes. “Halbarad,” he said. His voice sounded so steady it would have surprised him, had he actually believed it was he himself speaking. There was no way it could be. No way he could form the words. “Don’t.. Don’t be dead. You can’t be dead, I- I need you. Please don’t be-“ His eyes travelled slowly to the gashes that tore his brother from jaw to belly and the words broke on a sob. He thought he might have screamed, but so many others were doing the same thing that he couldn’t pick his own voice out from the roar.

Mosco sat listening to the bees. His back rested against the thick grey bark, and his legs were up on a bough, and around his head bees danced from flower to flower in an endless choreographed routine. They were right smart, bees. His ma always said so. They talked back and forth, spoke in their own special language of waltz. Ma used to say that the Greenhands were honey farmers because they had dancing in their blood, and that they and the bees were one and the same. He’d fallen asleep tucked into the branches of his peach tree. The sun was growing low, and at this rate he’d miss his own nineteenth birthday party, but the woods of the Southfarthing were beautiful at sunset in the summer, and he thought he might go for a walk. The grass felt good on his bare feet, if a little cool. His hair hadn’t grown in all proper yet, so sometimes his toes got chilly and he had to embarrass himself wearing socks, but he just chalked that up to his being a “late bloomer,” as Ma put it. He was just out of season. He’d ripen up someday. The birches that made up the part of the forest closest to the farm soon gave way to wrinkly old pines with boughs hanging heavy and dark over their beds of needles. Mosco hummed a walking song, not at all caring for a track to follow, but wandering aimlessly and contemplating his own infinite nineteen-year-old wisdom. The smell of rot stopped him just before he put his foot into it. Beneath the overhanging crypt of the pines, a deer lay dead. Its skin was drawn thin over bones that poked halfway through, and underneath he could see a red-yellow ooze that leaked out into the forest floor. This, he guessed, was what smelled so foul and attracted the bugs. Beetles crawled in and out of the dead animal’s empty eye sockets and nostrils. Worms pitted the parts of its muscle still intact. Mosco saw eggs peppering the ragged hide like white trees in a minuscule forest. His family didn’t eat much meat. They never slaughtered it themselves if they did. He couldn’t think of a time he’d seen a real dead thing. When he got home, he declined the offer of birthday cake and went right to bed, and dreamt of squirming things that burrowed down to lay their eggs in pits beneath his flesh.

Cypress knelt next to the crime scene and tried very hard not to cry. Stuff like this didn’t happen in the Shire. It wasn’t meant to happen. A whole crowd of people looked at her with big, terrified eyes, expecting her to lead them. To tell them what to do in this moment because she was the mayor and she was meant to know. Blood had never been spilled like this. Woodhall’s history was a peaceful one and nothing like this had ever happened before. She looked at the assembled group. It was hard to seem like she wasn’t completely out of her depth, because her voice squeaked rather loudly. “We... We should bury them, yes?” At once the hobbits broke into cries and murmurs that all laid over each other into a horrific cacophony. “They took half the year’s stock!” “How did they get past the borders?” “Why didn’t we know they were coming?” “Are we going to get my honey back?” The last voice was that of Mosco Greenhand, who looked as devastated as the rest, but with an air of determination in his eyes. Cypress raised her hands to quiet the townspeople. “Look, I know this is a lot to process and we can’t understand it yet. But the first thing we ought to do is give these three brave souls who gave their lives for the good of Woodhall a proper burial, yes?” A general murmur of agreement. Cypress looked down at the fair faces she had known, the throats and bellies split by goblin blades, and it made her feel desperately ill. This horror could not be left unpunished.

Sometimes, when Astorrel went to sleep, she had a nightmare. It was always the same one, and it always came on when she decided to rest like other creatures did and actually close her eyes for hours. So, naturally, she avoided doing so. Rested on her feet and never let her guard down while she did it. She never had liked sleeping anyway. Never had any reason to do so for the better part of an age. Lina changed things, though. Lina liked it when Astorrel was there to share her night and her dawn, sleeping and waking, both together as equals. And of course, Astorrel liked to be there when Lina wanted her, and she liked to be close to her beloved, so of course whenever she could she shared Lina’s bed. Made the nightmares come back though. In the deepest hours of the night, when Lina was still and the moonlight slanted in through the window to paint her brown skin silver, Astorrel would lie stiff with her eyes open and nonseeing, and she’d tremble. She knew that in the dream- at least, in parts of it- she was her father. She carried Mirlach, but the blade was younger and the gem hadn’t yet fallen from its hilt. The whole sword always seemed darkened and scarlet-stained to her, and sometimes it dripped. She would hold the fire of the Silmaril and scream and scream as the agony of it withered her flesh away and the stench of rotting burn rose hotly to meet her nostrils, and she would see everything that Maedhros had done to hold the heirloom of his house in his hand, and how in the end, the reward of the quest became its doom. She would feel the irrepressible heat of smoldering, burning rock, and taste the earth as it pressed in, swallowed, took her and her cursed Silmaril into its throat and entombed them there forever. And the dream let her lie, suspended there in agony, the unseen gem scorching her hand to withered bone and the rock pressing in on her, for the entirety of the rest of the world. When she woke up with her hunting knife in her hand, dangerously close to Lina’s back, she decided abruptly she would not be doing this again. She left the cottage that morning before dawn. The next occasion she saw her Lina was on the day she died.

“You’re doing it again,” Léothain said, pulling Wulfrun’s focus away from the herders leading in a group of freshly adult horses to settle in the city. “You don’t really think she’s going to be there, right?” Wulfrun flushed and went back to sharpening her sword. Behind her, Léo plucked the last piece of laundry from the line and waltzed over with his basket against his hip. He stood next to Wulfrun, who sat silent on the stone step and watched young horses and rough herders pass the house by. They didn’t come into the city much; spent most of their time in the downs and the fields tending to their herds. Wulfrun had heard they were capital horsemen, and they guided the herds well enough through the winding lane of Edoras, riding without saddle on their sturdy, gleaming mounts. The horses they were leading in were meant to be ridden in battle. She could tell from the way they moved; so confident with strength and quiet grace, heads set proudly. She’d have one someday. Her fa made enough as a carpenter, but wasn’t much for travel, and they only had one horse for the three of them. The fat little thing was functional enough, but far from the mighty steed Wulfrun dreamed of. “You’re going to be really lucky if you see her again,” said Léo in an irritating sort of singsong voice. Wulfrun scowled at him. The sharpening stone swept over her worn blade again. Again. When most of the herd had passed, she finally found what she’d been seeking. At the rear of the group, riding a tall, shimmering palomino, came the girl. She looked just a little older than Wulfrun’s proud fifteen. Her face gleamed sunshine golden, and the dark hair that should have been dyed probably yellow was grown out and black down to the ears. She wore sturdy, battered clothes like the rest of the herders, but her eyes shone a brilliant black from her regal face. She saw Wulfrun looking and waved. Wulfrun wished she knew her name. She waved back.

Riston wasn’t his proper name. He didn’t know what it was. Could be Jett. Pierson. Randy. Likely he had a family name, too, though he had no guesses as to what it could be and all the Bree names he’d ever heard seemed bizarre and strangely food-centric. He didn’t want to have a real name. He just wanted to be Riston of the elves. Riston of the Havens. That was who he was. He sat on the big smooth rock on the west side of the harbor and plucked absently at his lute strings. Nothing sounded right. Nothing fit how it was supposed it. He was meant to leave in the morning. Head east and find who he actually was. He didn’t want to go. What’s a name matter? he thought as he crossed his legs and tried to let the waves paint a tempo into his mind. Anything he tried to make manifest withered away. I know who I am. This is my home. A discordant note. He tried to retune, very aggressively. Even if I find my family somehow, it’s not like my Westron is good enough to communicate with them. His fingers clenched. It’s not fair. They can’t just ask me to leave like I’m some guest who’s worn out his- One of lute strings snapped against his fingers and on a deep-gut impulse he slammed his fist into the instrument’s wooden body. A crunch, and he’d broken his most prized possession. Riston sat for a moment, slowing his breathing, taking stock of the fist-shaped hole splintering his delicate elf-made lute, the most beautiful thing he’d ever owned. Then he put his face in his hands and started to cry.

#jenga makes junk #fic #tolkien oc #agzil #garavdur #thet #corien #halbarad #mosco #cypress #astorrel #wulfrun #riston #tw gore #tw death #tw rot #i have so many ocs it is not fair

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blueberrypossum · 4 years ago

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Wounded Lover

I’M BACK!!!

No one tells you how much college takes up your free time but I’m back with my Mud Dogz content (especially Leonard, my boy). I’ve never posted much on Leonard and Nova’s friendship/relationship so this is how they bounce off each other’s personalities!

⚠️WARNING⚠️: There is usage of inappropriate adult words and sexual comments and insults.

(Shoutout to the lovely @ultra-gingerlotus for making me fall in love with the Snow Leopard from the Shiki x Danny reading! Also @greaser-wolf for drawing them on the motorcycle! Go check them out!!!)

“I’m not getting on that if you’re driving.”

“Then I guess you are just like other girls then, huh?”

Nova eyed the ogre in front of her as he once again offered his hand towards her, the motorcycle under him letting low growls of excitement rumble under their feet.

They had planned to go out to eat and get away from the other members of the Mud Dogz, Leonard explaining that the love flying between the couples was making him sick and he needed a little bit of excitement.

The mountain cat looked across the bike with her sunset eyes. She never knew that the ogre yokai had this stashed away, never once talking about it.

“I’ve never seen you ride this and then all of a sudden you have a bike? It’s kind of hard to believe, Leon.”

The feline walked around the bike as if it was an artifact on display, her fingers trailing over the front of the bike as she looked at her reflection.

“You never asked.”

“You never presented.”

The ogre leaned his arm against the handle of the bike and rested his face in his hand, sending a smug smile up towards the feline.

“I mean, if you’re a scaredy-cat-”

“....Scoot.”

The Mountain cat was hesitant at first as she tried to get herself comfortable behind her friend, he boots trying to find their footing as Leonard revved up the beast under them, causing Nova’s tail to spike up in shock.

“Titans above! I get it, it’s a motorcycle! Let’s just get there,” the cat grumbled, her arms snaking around Leonard’s waist.

The leader of the Mud Dogz let out a gruff chuckle at the feline’s reaction as his fingers worked on the handles, the soft paws around him distracting him for a split second before he brought the machine under him back to life.

“Whoa wait, no helmets?”

“No helmets.”

“Oh great, so that’s where you get it from. Nice to know.”

With that comment, Leonard pulled quickly out from the front of the orphanage and sped down the road, the gravel threading under the tires flying up behind them.

Nova let out a loud meow of alarm and tightened her grip around his leather jacket, the wind whiplashing her hair as she closed her eyes against his back. Usually dangerous things didn’t scare her, but she knew what was coming, she could predict what would happen, but not with this.

The ogre rolled his eyes as she shielded herself behind him and took a light left.

“Do you not trust me?” Leonard screamed at her, his voice carrying with the wind.

“I got on the bike, doesn’t that tell you?!”

“A little!”

Nova let out a gust of air as her curled up hands unclenched from his shirt and she opened one of eyes, the wind fluttering between her eyelashes as she took in the traffic around them.

The bridge they were crossing was pouring with life, with other vehicles passing by and yokai’s walking on the sidelines, the city lights sparkling over the outline of each individual. The feline couldn’t contain her gasp of wonderment as she steadily rose herself up to get a better view over Leonard’s hair.

She let the strong breeze push her hair behind her and her claws dug into the ogre as the bike wobbled a little bit, her face snuggling into his shoulder out a sizzle of panic.

“No wonder you have whiplashed hair!” Nova laughed out as she felt her brown hair tangle within itself behind her, more fits of laughter barreling out of her as the chill of the wind settled in her fur.

Leonard couldn’t help but feel beyond warm due to the feline’s face so close to his, even with the wind chilling him to the bone, he could feel the slightest bit of warmth against his neck and goosebumps traveled over his skin.

Her yellow and green eyes shimmered like a sun’s shadow in a pool, the curl of her smile almost causing the sun to set as she turned to look at him.

She was definitely different from most women he had run into. More brash and overly-confident, but he wasn’t stupid, he knew that there was some dark shit buried within the cracks of the mask she wore. But he didn’t push, he didn’t want to push and make her feel uncomfortable, when she was ready, he would be there.

He revved up the motorcycle and a squeal purred against his back as more frightful laughter came from his friend and for once the leader of the Mud Dogz felt the tension in his body go dull. The howls that parted from her mouth would make anyone laugh with her, even causing him to release a chuckle or two as he turned the corner and into one of the multiple towns of side door restaurants.

He parked the machine into one of the parking areas behind a building and he could still hear the upchucks of giggles come from the tabby, her claws brushing through her hair to undo the knots.

“You take all the girls and boys you meet for a ride?” She asked as she flipped her leg over the side and leaned into the bike.

Leonard could help but stare at the feline as she presented herself on the metal bike, her wine colored jacket edged over the black lining and her thighs jetted out from the tight leggings. Her leveled out hair was loose over her face and her bangs waved over her face as she looked up at him, a raised eyebrow motioned towards him to show that she knew he was eyeing her.

“Only those stupid enough,” he replied as he rose from his spot and awaited for the feline to follow him into the busy market, the fresh scent of meats and fried food wafted from the corners of the stores.

The streets that were decorated with food stands were brightened with lined lanterns and the air was warm due to the passing conversations of the animals and plants and the steam from pots and pans.

Nova felt her stomach grumble as her eyes darted between the different food stands, the engrossed horde of yokai buzzing around them as they tried to pick which stand to eat from. As Nova darted over to a stand on the far side to have a natural smoothie, she turned to see Leonard talking with someone, and by his face she could tell it was not a good someone. She quickly grabbed her drink and felt balmy rage hit the roof of her mouth as she caught who he was talking to.

The feline could feel her extended claws trying to push through her fingertips and she shoved them back as she came up behind the female that was talking to him, a slash of ease crossing the ogre’s dark eyes.

“How’s the cut in your ear, snow leopard?”

The white and grey cat yokai turned with a snarl, the long tear in her ear flicking as Nova recalled the fight, the tabby’s claws sinking into the grey cat’s face and then ripping into her small ear and creating the new scar.

The snarl dwelled in her white throat as she sent Nova a cocky smile as she turned herself to face both members of the Mud Dogz, her back up against one of the pillars holding up a snack bar.

“Oh, you’re here, too? I thought you would be off swimming with the fishes,” the female leopard cooed as she rolled her eyes and turned back to Leonard, her eyelids fluttering her sky blue eyes.

“The names Serena, by the way.” She purred, her fingers working to pull her shirt lower as if she had forgotten him knocking her out and giving her a bloody nose in their last encounter.

“Oh because you’re such a saint,” the ogre huffed back as he leaned away from the furry yokai and Nova’s tail flicked back and forth in irritation, her mind seeping with her feral instincts as she almost stalked over to her.

Sunset eyes and sky eyes met in a battle as Nova stood in front of Leonard, Serena only an inch taller than her and she took it to her advantage as much as she could. The sparehire’s in her head looked down at the tabby’s bruised knees that were light against her dark leggings and the pearly cat let out a chuckle.

“Are your knees always bruised? I’m surprised that so many men would pay for it from you.”

“At least someone wants me on my knees. Is it fun being a guy’s target practice?” Nova shot back, her finger pointing to the dark white spot on the snow leopard's shirt and she scoffed, but pulled her green jacket closer as Nova let out a chuff.

Leonard was a little taken aback by the women’s cruel words, as if it was a normal day to insult one another. Well, for Nova it was at least. But he had never seen her like this before, her form almost covering him as if trying to protect him.

Her tail was lowered but the fur stuck out of its ends and her shoulders were risen from their usually slacked posture. As they continued to slap slander at each other, the green yokai realized that if Serena would move to make herself an inch closer to him, Nova would move as well, her tail swishing side to side and her ears going flat against her brown hair.

The ogre didn’t know much about cat conflicts, but he wasn’t blind and he could scent the traction that vibrated between the two.

Nova was being territorial of him.

And Leonard could feel a feverish desire rise over his body as Nova’s tail curled into his chest.

“So, are you here to seduce yokai for your boss or to fight us?” Nova asked, snapping the ogre out of his thoughts.

Serena shook her short hair with a feral grin, as if she was trying to hide the fact she wanted to rip the cat in front of her in two.

“Relax, pretty kitty. I won’t make a scene with you two with the public around, someone here has to have some class.”

The tabby opened her mouth to report back but a strong hand was placed between her shoulder blades and she turned to Leonard, his face now leaning from her shoulder.

“Look, if you want to bother someone, go to the corner, you’ll find yokai’s there that are right up your alley, good-bye.”

Nova let a few snickers carry over to the snow leopard as the snow leopard’s face lit up like a stoplight, her black and white ears going back against her head as Leonard led Nova away.

“What’s up with you making everyone want to kill you?” The ogre grumbled as he took her over to one of the food stands they had chosen.

“Guess I’m just irresistible,” the cat purred, her once agitated tail now calmly swayed back and forth.

“More like irritable.”

“And you love it.”

His hand was still in the middle of her back when he looked down at her, her head barely passing his shoulders even with her boots on. The curve of her smile, the flicker of tease that pounced between her eyes, how she was jealous of Serena, it was a side of her he hadn’t seen before.

It made his heart go rigged in his ribcage as he moved his arm away from her, the warmth and the yearning disappearing as he went back into his own bubble.

Forget it, idiot, she’s just a friend. Only a friend.

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After eating, both of them went back to where Leonard had parked his bike, the once lonesome piece of metal was now surrounded with other types of mobilization. Nova held her fist over her mouth to subside a burp as she crashed onto the bike’s seat.

“Uhhhhhh, why did I eat that fourth taco?" She groaned out as she bent into Leonard’s back as her stomach felt like it was going to bust past her leggings.

“Because you didn’t want to waste it.”

“Stilllll.”

The ogre started up his motor and took things a little slow as he drove from his parking spot and into the silent night of the Hidden City. The once busy streets were now barely rode on and only a few animals walked on the sidelines. The feline’s claws barely tugged on his jean jacket as the food that settled in her stomach made her almost fall asleep on his back, until the bright lights of a car behind them blurred past her eyelids.

The mountain cat turned around to find a dirty jeep speeding up behind them, the figures driving hidden under hoodies that somehow fought against the thrustful wind.

Nova narrowed her eyes as other jeeps started to follow the leading jeep, more hooded figures filling in the seats, and then past the yellow beams she saw the small tufts of white circular ears.

“Leonard, we got company,” Nova choked out as the ogre turned to look at what she was talking about.

“Shit, who is it this time?”

“Well, you did say that I make everyone want to kill me,” she nervously chuckled, and then gave him a nervous smile as he narrowed his eyes at her.

The first jeep was at the edge of the bike’s bumper now and Nova could see the snow leopard clearly now and the snow cat was sending her own confident smirk as the car hit the edge of the bike.

Leonard’s lips were slipping curse words as he sped up, his bike roaring to life as it gave it all it had and went further down the highway, the group of jeeps racing after them.

“Did she really send a whole army after us?!” He hollered as he took a hard right, cutting a car off as he intersected onto another road.

“She sure does want your number,” Nova joked as her grip on him tightened as the wind pushed against her.

‘Oh I’m so going to have a talk with her later,’ he thought as he opened up a secret compartment on the side of his bike.

“Here, take this.”

Nova couldn’t help but gasp as the gun was placed in the palm of her hand and she darted her eyes from him and to the gun.

“YOU HAD THIS THE WHOLE TIME?!”

“It’s for emergencies!”

“HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO REALIZE THAT THIS IS AN EMERGENCY?!”

“JUST SHOOT!!”

Nova let out a hiss of displeasure as she checked the rounds in it and then once he slowed down for the next turn, she flipped in her seat, her body now facing the rows of vehicles.

She took aim and shot at one of the jeeps on the left, taking out two of its four tires and watched as the ruined rubber rolled over in its spot and then caused the vehicle to crash into the side of the bridge, the large explosion giving a wave of heat over them as the chase continued.

“Alright, one down, four to go,” the tabby whispered to herself as she aimed at the next jeep, her eyes widening as she saw them take aim with their own rifles and guns.

“Len! They got guns as well! Bigger ones too!” She screamed to him as she shot at them to keep them from firing at them. The leader of the Mud Dogz let out a growl of frustration and turned the bike into a narrow alleyway, the closest jeep coming to a screeching halt before reversing and faded away.

The feline on the back of the motorcycle let out a sigh of joy as she leaned her back against Leonard’s, her free hand gripping the seat she sat on as they turned back onto a new street, not a jeep in sight.

And then one crashed right next to them, sending both of the friends screaming in shock as Serena’s jeep closed in on them, her handgun taking aim towards them.

“Alright, leader, got any plans?”

“Not really!”

“Okay, don’t wait up for me then!”

Leonard turned to question her but the feline had shoved the gun back into its box and lifted herself up into a crouch and once the jeep got close enough, she launched herself onto the hood of the jeep.

Serena pointed her gun at the feline but she quickly knocked it over, the driver receiving the bullet into his arm and a loud scream echoed through the night. Nova then lifted herself over the mudded window and slammed her boot into the snow leopard’s face, sending the white cat into the back seat.

Nova then punched the driver in his wounded arm and used the chair and the window panel to hold herself up and used both of her legs to kick him out of his seat, the male yokai rolling out onto the street with a thud.

In the span of five minutes the mountain cat had taken over the car and was then turning the wheel to strike the jeep next to her, causing the vehicle to rock and the yokai’s in it to lose the grip on their weapons.

‘I can’t tell if I should confess that I like her or am terrified of her.’

But the ogre swallowed and pulled the gun out she had put back, taking aim to the leftover jeeps and shot into their tires, redirecting the muddy piece of metal over the ledge of the new bridge they were on, the thunderous splash of water the only thing left of them.

They both turned and surprise watched as the last jeep turned off onto a different road as if giving up on the hunt.

Nova sped up until she was right next to Leonard, a smug smirk crossed her face as they turned a corner, the next bridge they would take would have them home free.

“You act like you’ve done this before!” Leonard laughed at her and she shrugged her shoulders with a confident flip of her hair.

“Mess with the kitten, you get the claws!” She joked as she tilted her head to laugh at her own joke and then white paws like snow were over her chest to hold her place.

“Now! Come now!” Serena screamed into a radio she held in her hand.

Both Leonard and Nova turned to see the last jeep come from its hiding place, like a predator staying in plain sight for its prey.

“Leonard!”

Nova elbowed the snow leopard in the face and sped up the jeep, the hunk of metal taking the hit as the ogre’s motorcycle got out of the way.

Nova held onto the wheel as the jeep t-boned in the passenger seat, rocking the car onto its side and then into a roll onto the bridge until it rammed up against the stone railing, the girl’s heads inches away from making contact with the rocks. Serena was pushed into the ground while Nova’s seatbelt held her in place, cuts now sliced into her skin and she had bitten her lip hard enough to cause it to bleed.

She could faintly hear her name being called out but it almost seemed like everything was fuzzy, her vision, her hearing, even the blood that was trickling down her throat was fizzy like pop.

The leader of the Mud Dogz had left his motorcycle on the side of the bridge and was racing over to the wreckage, but had to take cover behind a pillar as the last standing jeep started to fire at him.

The tabby released a groan and spat up a few drops of blood as she felt the spark of flame flicker next to her, instantly waking her to her full senses.

‘Come on, can’t I catch a break?!’

She lifted her hands up, her digits and elbows ached with pain but they weren’t broken as she undid her seatbelt, her arms barely supporting her as her shoulder slammed into the concrete. The snow leopard was motionless next to her and a big gash was bleeding from the back of her head.

The mountain cat grunted as she pushed past the wheel and watched as the fire started to creep around her like a nightmare come to life. Her now stained paw pushed the small roped door of the jeep and crawled her way out, the broken up cement tearing into her elbows and forearms as she made distance between her and the fire.

Leonard had taken out two of the yokai’s, the last of them ever so slightly getting closer with their larger rifles with more ammunition than his small handgun. He turned back to the rubble of metal scraps and raised his eyebrows in horror as the red hands of death started to consume the fire as its own, a barely breathing creature laid in a pile next to it.

Leonard felt strength and courage rise in him as he turned back to his two main targets, giving it all he had so they wouldn’t see her trying to get away from the burning debris.

Nova wheezed in the fresh air into her bruised lungs as she tried to get onto her hands and feet, but a pair of hands engulfed her hair into a bundle and had her rise to her feet.

“Hey, hey! Only my dominatrix can do this!”

“Ugh! Do you ever shut up?!”

Serena dragged the feline out into the edge of the bridge and threw her down, a few strings of hair pulled from Nova’s hair and hung off of the leopard’s nails. The leopard's face was painted with blood from her wound, the only white that shined against it was her fangs that gleamed in the city lights. She bent down and dug her hand into Nova’s skull and pushed her face into the ground, the red liquid dripping onto the side of Nova’s face.

“Y’know, your type always acts like they’re so strong and confident with themselves,” she snarled into her ear, her knee digging into the tabby’s scarred back to keep her in place.

“But we all see that you’re just sad and scared. That when moments like this come all you can do is joke and hope that your charm can save the day.”

“I didn’t know that villains actually monologue like this! What’s next? You’re going to tell me how mommy didn’t love you and daddy left once he knocked her up?!

Serena let out a fake roar and slammed Nova’s head into the cement, the feline letting out a wail, causing the other fight to look over.

In Leonard’s fight the guns had been dropped and there was nothing left but fists and kicks, his knuckles busted and split open, unfortunately the bad guys had gotten a few hits in his face and over his chest.

The snow leopard lifted Nova’s head up towards the ogre with a sinister smile as her nails dug into her scalp.

“Take a long look, ogre, because this pretty face will be at the bottom of this bridge before I’m done with it!”

Nova let out a cargled laugh as she looked up at the snow leopard and then back at Leonard.

“Hey Len, she’s got an extra stain on her shirt. Which goon do you think it was?”

“Really Nova?! Joking now?!”

“Well, it distracted her.”

The mountain cat had wrapped her claws around Serena’s ankle and used it to flip herself over and with her feet now placed into the snow leopard’s stomach she lifted her over her and straight into the gushing river below, the feline letting out angrish cries as she was swallowed by the dark liquid.

Nova rose to her feet and looked at her friend and then to the last standing bad guy, her large eyebrows raised in annoyance.

“Can you, uhh, finish your fight so we can leave?”

The ogre raised his fist and made contact with the yokai’s face, knocking her straight out as he came over to where Nova was limping, his arms barely coming up in time to catch her as she leaned into him.

“Did you know that snow leopards aren’t the best swimmers, so she’ll be at the bottom of the bridge instead of me,” The feline joked into his chest, the dots of blood that were spilled on her face smearing into his dusty shirt.

Leonard pushed her away with his hands on her shoulders and he brushed a few loose strands out of her face and Nova believed that the heat of the crash was making her sizzle like a fryer.

Why was he staring at her like that? The worry that burned in his face was unmistakable as the feline felt like she might pass out due to his comforting touch.

“Are you okay?”

Nova’s tail curled against her back as she couldn’t help but lean into his hand, his calloused and strong hand that seemed to hold her effortlessly. Blame it on all the adrenaline or the loss of blood, but she let him hold her as she finally let the throbbing pulse of her wounds settle.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. You?”

“One kicked me between the legs and I’m screaming on the inside.”

“Don’t worry, your future children will be fine. Somewhat if they turn out like you.”

The mountain cat hissed as weight was placed on her right leg, a long gash on her calf making her come to a halt.

The ogre turned to her and let her go from his hold, only to bend down and wrap his arms around her thighs and throw her onto his back,a smile breaking against his lips as she let out a small mew of surprise as she gripped his shoulders for support.

“You know the bike is only a few feet away, right?”

“You know you’re still irresistible.”

“What?”

“Irritable. I said irritable.”

#rottmnt mud dogz #rottmnt oc #rottmnt loathsome leonard #rottmnt loathsome leonard x reader #rottmnt

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years ago

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The tale of Robin and Gale Hood; Ben Hardy x reader Chap. 1

*Author’s note*

Okay so firs the gif has NOTHING to do with the story, that was just the 1st gif I saw out of the borhap gifs that was displayed. So this came after the success of my Disney Aladdin AU fic so I decided to do a Robin Hood fic, so as a little cast list for you all here’s what I’ve got. I’ll also update the cast list as each new character is introduced so that none of you get lost. Hope you all enjoy this little AU fic starring our beloved Borhap cast.

Also on a side note, any italics written like this signifies a change in narration where the character of Alan O’Dale speaks his own narration verses what I’ll be writing.

Robin Hood: Rami Malek

Little John: Joe Mazzello

Prince John: Paul Prenter

Sir Heston: voiced by Allen Leech

King Richard (mentioned): Roger Taylor.

Alan O’Dale: Freddie Mercury (think 1975 version of Freddie)

Chapter 1,

Robin Hood and Little John

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queendeakyy

@queensdivas

@queen-paladin

@wormzteef

@geek-and-proud

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The legend of Robin Hood. Ahhh yes, that handsome rouge who robbed the rich to feed the poor, who led a band of Merry men and made their home in Sherwood Forest. But there is more to the tale than meets the eye, and more people were involved in his rise to fame and glory. Like me.

Oi I’m over here, the handsome black-haired devil with the harp. Yes hello there my darlings. The name’s Alan O’Dale, and I am a minstrel. That’s an early day folk singer, I go about parading songs from town to town, kingdom to kingdom about brave knights, fierce battles, and of course my favorite stories, love stories.

And do I have two of the best love stories to share with you lovely darlings. Thankfully it all takes place at the same time so I don’t need to run my mouth on for very long. Anyways let’s first open our tale up to two dashing young men walking through the forest.

Two of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. These two young men were known other than Robin Hood and Little John. Now it didn’t start it off that way at first, those two chuckleheads always kept crossing each other’s paths as children and constantly argued and fought over territory, women, you name it.

But when they reached their late teens, Robin was one day captured by the despicable, ugly, and revolting Sheriff of Nottingham. Fortunately with the help of an additional 3rd party, Robin was saved from the hangman’s noose and from then on, Robin and Little John were the best of friends. You don’t believe me, let me sing you a little something.

Tuning the harp, Freddie then begins to play an uplifting little tune as he begins to sing.

Robin Hood and Little John walkin' through the forest Laughin' back and forth at what the other'ne has to say Reminiscin', This-'n'-thattin' havin' such a good time Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Never ever thinkin' there was danger in the water They were drinkin', they just guzzled it down Never dreamin' that a schemin' sheriff and his posse Was a-watchin' them an' gatherin' around

Robin Hood and Little John runnin' through the forest Jumpin' fences, dodgin' trees an' tryin' to get away Contemplatin' nothin' but escape an' fin'lly makin' it Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Deep in the forest on top of a tree there hid two young men in their mid to late-20’s. One was a pale white man with long shoulder length auburn brown hair. His eyes were a mixed brownish-green and he was a handsome young man.

The man beside him was around the same age, if not slightly older and had skin that almost seemed to be kissed by the sun. His eyes were an intense blue color that could almost hypnotize you and at the same time make you feel relaxed. His short jet black hair topped off his head.

Together the two of them wore a similar green and brown clothes. Similar to a ranger’s outfit. Fit to camouflage them within the forest terrain, but also enough layers to keep them warm from the elements be it rain, sleet, snow and hail.

The two young men watched as the Sheriff of Nottingham and his men gave up on the search after losing them and retreating back to the city. Once they fled the forest, the two men threw themselves back against the top of the tree branches and laughed their heads off.

“Ohh we sure showed those clowns who the real woodsmen are!” boasted Little John.

“Indeed we have Little John.” It was then Little John saw on top of his friend’s and boss’ famed yellow hat an arrow sticking right through it.

“I wouldn’t be too quick to boast my friend. Take a look at your hat. She’ll not be pleased to see that.” Robin picked his hat up and his eyes widened in surprise and he said as he took the arrow out and fiddled with the newly made hole in his hat.

“Hello. This one had my name on it didn’t it? They’re getting better you know.” He placed his hat back on top of his head. “You’ve got to admit it, they are getting better.”

“Yeah. And when that day comes the Sheriff will have a rope hanging around our necks.” Little John said gravely. He then mimed out a hanging as he proceeded to make a brief choking sound. “It’ll be hard to laugh hanging there Robin.”

“Ha! The Sheriff and his whole posse couldn’t lift you off the ground. En Garde!” he then flicked the arrow right at Little John which went through his own smaller green hat.

“Oi watch it you bastard that’s the only hat she made for me!” Little John exclaimed as he took his hat off the arrow.

“Oh come along my friend. If she can patch mine up a hundred times, she’ll patch yours up as well. At least she won’t kill you for it.” Robin said nonchalantly as he leaned up against the trunk of the tree.

“You know something Robin I’ve been thinking.”

“Thinking that’s a first.” Robin teased. Little John glared at his friend before saying.

“I’m serious here. Are we good guys or bad guys? I mean our famed mantra of robbing the rich to feed the poor.”

“‘Rob?’” Robin tsked. “That’s a naughty word we never rob. We just—sorta borrow a bit from those you can afford it.”

“Borrow?” Little John chuckled. “Then we truly are in deep debt.” Before Robin could say another word, from the distance the sound of trumpets rang out.

He climbed a few feet higher up the tree till he reached the very top of it. He could hear the whole ensemble of a band playing in the distance and he chuckled softly.

“Sounds like another collection day for the poor eh Johnny me boy?”

“Yeah. Sweet charity. So, what’s the plan this time my friend?” Robin slid down the trunk to meet back with Little John and together he laid out the plan.

Just a few miles along a dirt road, the royal ensemble was walking through the forest. The royal band played an up-tempo beat, walking behind them was the royal guard all dressed in their armor and holding their spears.

Some of the guards even carried a very large treasure chest which held the taxes throughout all of England. Then shortly behind the guards was the royal coach of pure gold, and inside it was the vile, selfish, arrogant, man-child that was Prince John, the younger half-brother of the great King Richard.

An Irish bastard’s son. Who claimed right to the throne of England after his mother who was Queen. He was inside his coach happily running his hands through all the gold he had collected from the people as he boastfully cheered.

“Taxes! Taxes! Beautiful, lovely taxes!”

“Sire. You have an absolutely skill for encouraging contributions from the poor.” His talking albino python that he had named Sir Heston. He had Heston ever since he found him as a egg abandoned in the woods. With the help of some magic from the faes, Prince John gave his pet human intelligence and the ability to speak. And once he gained the throne, he allowed his snake to be his right hand man.

“The coin a phrase, my dear advisor. Rob the poor to feed the rich. Am I right?” The two of them laughed. “Now tell me, what is the next stop Sir Heston?” Prince John asked as he held the crown of England in his hands. Heston slithered over to the map and he hummed with interest.

“Why, the next stop is Nottingham sire.”

“Oh! The richest plum of them all. Nottingham.” Heston held a large mirror in his coils and held it up as Prince John placed the crown on top of his head and admired himself in the mirror. The crown slid off down his face as Sir Heston spoke out.

“A perfect fit sire. Most becoming. You look regal, dignified, sincere, masterful, noble. Chival……”

“Now, now don’t. Don’t overdo it Heston.” Prince John scolded as he adjusted the crown to make it fit upon his head. “There. That does it. This crown gives me a feeling of power! Power!”

“And how well King Richard’s crown sits on your noble brow.”

“Yes indeed I—ah King Richard?!” Prince John first started off before snarling by the end. Heston gulped and was soon choked by his master as he proclaimed again “I told you to never mention my bastard of a brother’s name!”

“A mere slip of the forked tongue your majesty.” Heston apologized. “But remember we were in this plot together. After all it was your idea that I hypnotize him…..”

“Yes. And send him off on that ridiculous crusade. Ah-ha! Ah-ha!” Prince John laughed along.

“Much to the sorrow of the Queen Mother.”

“Yes! Mother.” Prince John sobbed. “Mother always did like Richard best.” He muttered angrily before proceeding to suck his thumb.

“Your highness, please don’t do that. If you don’t mind me saying so, it’s undignified for a King to suck his thumb.” Heston said to him. He then slithered up to Prince John and his eyes began to shimmer and glow as he said in a low hiss, “Hypnotism can rid of your psychosis….so…..easily…..” Prince John began to slowly relax but he quickly snapped out of it.

“None of that! None of that!” he shouted at his snake advisor.

“Well I was only trying to help.” Heston said annoyed.

“Help. Help indeed. Now, now one more stunt like that Heston, and you will be walking to Nottingham.”

“Snakes don’t walk they slither. So there.” Heston muttered angrily as he slithered back onto his tree-like pole and lay there pouting.

Racing through the woods putting on their disguises was Little John in the lead. He wore a long blood red gypsy dress that revealed his shoulders. Once he got into the dress, he took out a few rings and placed them on his finger as well some anklets, earrings, and he quickly tied a purple sash around his waist to finish off the look.

While behind him, Robin wore a long blue dress that was fit for an elderly woman and had a long black wig on. He placed a couple of earrings on his ears and had a bandana tied to his head.

As the two of them stopped behind a tree, they saw the royal band coming in as well as the guards and the coach which held Prince John inside.

“Well this is a letdown. It’s only a circus. A peanut operation.”

“Peanuts? Why you dunce that’s the royal coach. It’s Prince John himself.” Robin snapped as his friend.

“Prince John. Alright you and her might be crazy enough to actually rob royalty but I am not having it. I’m gone!”

“What? And miss this chance to perform before royalty?” Robin said as he stepped in front of Little John. Quickly placing his hands over Little John’s fake breasts before backing off and doing a grand twirl of his blue dress. Little John rolled his eyes as he sighed.

“Here he goes again.” They waited till the coach got closer before stepping out and waved their arms in the air trying to get the attention of the Prince.

“Oo-de-lally! Oo-de-lally! Fortune tellers!” Robin proclaimed masking his voice to sound like an elderly woman’s voice.

“Fortunes, forecasts, lucky charms!” Little John proclaimed making his voice go an octave higher to sound like a woman’s.

“Get the dose with your horoscope!” Robin called out again. Prince John pulled back the curtains hearing the proclamations of the two ‘women’.

“Fortune tellers, how exciting! Stop the coach.” He ordered the guards as the entire royal party stopped their marching.

“Sire, sire. They maybe bandits.” Sir Heston whispered to his master.

“Oh poppycock. Female bandits, what’s next? Rubbish.” Prince John scoffed. He turned back to the two ladies who bowed before him and he said. “My dear ladies, you have my permission to kiss the royal hands. Whichever you like.” Both Robin and Little John stared wide-eyed once they saw the size of the jeweled rings that rested along the prince’s fingers.

“Hmm. Oh how gracious. And generous of you your majesty.” Robin said as he lowered his head to kiss the Prince’s left hand while sneaking off a ring from his tall finger. Sir Heston who had seen the ring being taken whispered in Prince John’s ear.

“Sire! Did you see what…..”

“Stop! Stop hissing in my ear!” Prince John scolded as he rubbed his left ear. Little John kissed right over the four rings on the prince’s right hand, secretly taking the jewels right off their encasement. Heston began stammering in the Prince’s other ear which made the Prince proclaim and rub his other ear like he did his last one.

“Heston! You’ve hissed your last!” he took his python by the neck and slammed him into a basket before closing it and sitting on top of it. “Suspicious snake.” He hissed lowly.

“Masterfully done. Ehh your excellency. Now the fun can truly begin.” Robin tempted the Prince as he climbed into the coach with Prince John and closed the curtains. He turned the lanterns down low and said to him, “Now close your eyes and concentrate.”

Prince John closed his eyes as Robin continued to tell him to close them tighter and not to peek. He looked around the room until he found the pile of gold, he did a soft chuckle before chanting out.

“From the mists of time, I call forth ye spirits.” Outside the coach, Little John had a glass bowl tied to a string that was attached to a pole.

“Alright you little fireflies. Glow, glow.”

“We’re waiting!” Robin sung out. That’s when Little John sent the bowl inside and he could hear Robin gasp. “Look sire! Look!”

When the prince opened his eyes, he saw three floating spirits within a crystal ball. He was in pure awe as he said.

“Incredible. Floating spirits.” He went to touch the ball until he was slapped by Robin. He chuckled a soft witchy cackle as he said.

“Naughty, naughty. You mustn’t touch young man.”

“Well how dare you strike the royal hand I—”

“Shh, shh, shh. You’ll break the spell just gaze into the crystal ball.” Robin took the ball with the fireflies and set it down on the table between him and the prince. Robin then began chanting in an ancient Arabic tongue before letting out a gasp. “A face appears.”

The Prince immediately looks closer at the crystal ball intrigued.

“A crown sits on his noble brow.”

“A crown! Oo-de-lally how exciting!”

“His face is handsome, regal, majestic, loveable, a cuddly face.” From outside Little John heard all the comments Robin was laying on the Prince and could help but mime out a gag and roll his eyes. Especially when the Prince began agreeing with everything that was said about him.

Robin then went for the treasure while the Prince was in his own head. But as soon as he reached out his hand for the bag of gold, Heston who had found a weak spot on the basket poked his head out and actually struck out at Robin’s hand.

Biting his lip as he quickly retreated his hand to see it bleeding from the snake’s bite. He let out a pained groaned which got the attention of the prince.

“Now what?” he asked impatiently. Robin swallowed his pain and chuckled softly.

“I—I see your….illustrious name.”

“I know my name! Get on with it!” the Prince cried impatiently.

“Your name will go down, down, down in history of course!” Robin said as he struggled to take the bag of gold from Heston, who had it wrapped around his tail, but with a finally good tug, Robin managed to get the gold and send it towards Little John through the back curtains of the coach.

“Ahh! I knew it! I knew it! You hear that Heston!? Oh no you can’t he’s in the basket.” He then banged the side of the basket and said to his snake, “And-and-and don’t you forget it.”

Meanwhile outside, Little John slowly circled around the coach when he took notice of the solid gold hubcaps on the wheels of the coach.

“Hmm now that’s what I call pure gold hubcaps.” He looked around and stood in front of the back one and unscrewed it from the wheel and shoved it up the back of his dress. He then moved over to the front on and did the same thing. “Oo-de-lally the jackpot.” He muttered softly as he eyed the royal treasure.

However it was completely surrounded and carried by guards. Little John pondered for a bit but remembered a trick that he learned from a friend of his.

The one sure fire way to get a man’s attention away from their post.

He whistled out to the guards and when they turned and saw him, their mouths immediately dropped and their eyes widened. He slowly and seductively untied the purple sash from his waist and began to do a seductive dance.

Shimming his shoulders and swaying his hips back and forth. Little John was light on his feet as he leaped and hopped about like a graceful deer. He then skipped on over to the first guard who was just in awe.

Little John wrapped the purple sash around the guard’s neck pulling him in a little closer. Close enough to kiss him. But to tease him, he shoved the guard’s helmet over his face before retreating back and flaunted the guard, who was still hypnotized by Little John’s performance.

He twirled around before suddenly dropping down into a full split. The guards now began to hoot and holler as they applauded, dropping the treasure. Little John then went up to another guard and took his spear out of his hands and jammed it into the ground.

With the grace of a deer, Little John then began to spin and slid down the spear’s long pole before ending with a pose with his right leg high in the air and he winked at the guards who were now applauding and whistling.

“Ohh stop it. Stop it you boys are too much.” Little John spoke his woman voice.

“That was the best show we have ever seen.” Said one of the guards.

“Well gentleman. It was my pleasure to dance for you. But of course every bit of contribution helps. For you see I—oh I just can’t say it.”

“What is it?” asked another guard.

“No it’s—it’s too painful to speak about.” The guards feeling sympathetic for this beautiful woman all started speaking up and telling ‘her’ that they wanted to hear her story. “Well…..I wasn’t always like this. My husband was beating me, cheating me, then left me all alone with no money. That’s when I—I forced myself to flee even without a cent to my name. That’s when I found Ms. Olga, the elderly gypsy woman I came with. But even then we—we hardly get by with enough food for you see…..I found myself pregnant at the time I left.”

These men were falling for the story hook, line and sinker. It was then one of the guards took the treasure chest and slid it over to Little John.

“Please, take it all.” Little John gave the young guard a surprised look and he said.

“Oh no I couldn’t possibly take all this.”

“Please. My—my mum had to raise me on her own when my father left her. For you and your baby.”

“Ohh you sweet thing.” He stroked the side of the guard’s cheek and Little John dragged the royal chest away from the guards.

As he came around the corner of the carriage, he felt someone bump into him which knocked him over the chest. He turned around and saw Robin wearing Prince John’s royal cape and surrounded by a bunch of gold pieces that had fallen out of a bag that lay on the ground.

“Nice robes your majesty.” Little John teased, his normal accent finally coming out.

“And what of you, you vulgar young hussy. I heard all the wolf whistles and cheering. I could hardly keep the Prince under my hypnosis to swipe his clothes and gold.”

“Never mind that. Just gather the gold and then help me with this.” Robin and Little John then worked together to put as much gold pieces back in the bag as possible. Robin stuffed the bag into his dress then both he and Little John picked up the chess and quickly raced off.

Prince John who had woken up from his dazed state, saw the two gypsy women running away from the scene, the elderly woman wearing his robes. He looked down and saw that he was in his undergarments.

“ROBBED! I’VE BEEN ROBBED! HESTON! YOU’RE NEVER AROUND WHEN I NEED YOU!!” Heston slithered out of the basket and raised half his body length up and looked the prince up and down. “I’ve been robbed.” He choked out as he covered himself up.

“Of course you’ve been robbed!” Heston hissed. Far in the forest, Robin was gleefully chanting as he and Little John made their escape with the royal treasure.

“AFTER THEM YOU FOOLS!” Prince John proclaimed. The guards now realizing they had been tricked, immediately took off running. The carriage soon began to chase after Robin and Little John, unfortunately due to the missing hubcaps, the wheels began to pop off which made Prince John hop out of his carriage and fall straight into the mud.

Leaving him stranded in the middle of the forest trail alone with Heston. He sobbed as he pounding the ground whining like a child.

“I knew it. I knew this would happen. I tried to tell you but no, no you wouldn’t listen. You just have to—” when Heston realized that he had angered the Prince, he began stammering as he tried to warn the prince as he now held a very large mirror, “Seven years bad…..” he then had the mirror smashed onto his head. “Luck. That’s what that is. Besides, you just broke your mother’s mirror.”

“Ahhh! Mummy!” Prince John whined as he began to suck his thumb once again. He took it out of his mouth as he said solemnly, “I’ve got a dirty thumb.”

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A Miraculously Wonderful Wedding Day

Requested by @crazyfanatic97 (Dress design also by @crazyfanatic97 )

Summary: When Marinette's wedding day is interrupted by an akuma attack, she thinks her luck couldn't be worse. Little does she know, this unfortunate turn of events is about to lead to what might be the most miraculous revelation she's ever had. (AO3)

*****

Marinette usually considered herself a pretty relaxed person. After coming into her own in the fashion world, finally asking Adrien out, and successfully upholding her responsibilities as Ladybug for almost ten years and counting, she had faced enough “this is gonna be the end of the world” to figure out how to keep her cool in stressful situations. On particularly bad days, she might get a little “loud, angry fashion designer.” On a rare, worse day, she might feel like she was fourteen years old again.

Today she was at full out teenage-Chloe-levels of stressed.

For one, it was her wedding day. The week had already been busy. But starting at seven a.m., it had been an endless parade of “how do you want your makeup” and “let me mess with your hair” and “are these flowers ok?” and Marinette wanted to scream.

But on top of all of that, the fussing and worrying and getting ready, there was an akuma.

An akuma. On her wedding day.

To say Marinette was pissed was an understatement. Marinette was experiencing full-on “let’s murder Hawkmoth” levels of rage.

The ceremony was starting in two hours. There were a million tiny, but also somehow unimaginably important, tasks to complete and details to check. The caterer was late. There was no time left over to deal with a battle.

But Marinette had been Ladybug for long enough that she didn’t hesitate to clear out the room, citing “wanting some alone time on this special day,” and other such excuses that rolled off the tongue. (She was practiced at this--she knew what she was doing.)

“This is so unfair,” Marinette complained to Tikki.

“I know! It sucks!” said Tikki, in companionable indignance. She trusted her chosen not to need any convincing to do her job.

Marinette gave herself a minute to push down the worries and anger and stress. Paris needed their hero, their Ladybug, right now. Not a stressed out bridezilla.

(Marinette, in usual fashion, was not giving herself enough credit. To deal with all this, she was a saint.)

“Tikki, spots on!”

*****

Ladybug arrived on the scene, to find Chat Noir already there. She smiled at him. Even though the timing was just so inconvenient it had to be cosmically planned, she always loved to see her kitty.

“Hello, Bugaboo!” Chat called out as she landed on the roof side beside him.

“Hello, kitty,” Ladybug returned, “It’s always a pleasure to see you, as you know, but I’m hoping we can make this quick? I have a big day.”

“Same,” he nodded, “I’m short on time as well.” Here he let a big grin loose, and said, as if he couldn’t contain himself in his joy, “I’m getting married.”

Ladybug gasped.

“You’re kidding!”

He shook his head.

“That’s insane. I am too!” she continued, bumping him lightly with her hip.

Chat snickered.

“I’m the ying to your yang, right? We’re on the same wavelength!”

Ladybug laughed.

An explosion boomed from the north of them.

“Let’s get to it, hmm?” said Ladybug, slinging her yoyo in the direction of whatever today’s brand of catastrophe would be.

“Right behind you,” Chat said, taking a running leap.

******

Hawkmoth was apparently bringing out all the stops today. Who knows how much time had passed as Ladybug and Chat Noir faced off against the overpowered, claustrophobia-themed akuma he’d sent out.

It didn’t help that the longer the two spent struggling, the more their banter and confident energy drained. The time constraint only served to raise the stakes, which didn’t exactly translate to “the superheroes at their best.”

Angoisse, who wore the grossest (bright yellow and somber grey) bodysuit Ladybug had ever seen, had the power to trap people in tiny opaque boxes. Pretty standard akuma. The formula tended to be “something bad happens = does that bad thing to other people.” Hawkmoth was getting bored, it seemed, after all these years. He rarely got too creative.

Still, the infamous super villain had managed to create a serious challenge this time around, formula or not.

So, one thing led to another.

That is to say… Ladybug and Chat Noir got trapped in a teeny, tiny box together. No way out, and hardly any wiggle room.

Both their timers were running out, so they stood with their eyes closed, waiting for the telltale sparkly, ultra-shiny glow of detransformation.

What they hadn’t expected was Marinette’s wedding dress. With the poofiest bell shaped skirt to ever exist (or, as close to that as Marinette could reasonably achieve), it was about four or so feet in diameter. It suddenly sprang into existence, and shoved Chat back towards the opposite wall.

A few things happened, in quick succession.

Both Marinette and Chat’s eyes involuntarily opened in momentary shock.

Before Marinette could squeeze her eyes shut, Chat lost his skin tight super suit, in favor of a tuxedo (designed by none other than Marinette).

A few moments pause, for shock. Here we find lots of rapid blinking, and loss of words.

“Holy sh-” Adrien started.

“You’re not supposed to see the dress!” Marinette suddenly squealed, lunging for Adrien.

She covered his eyes, and he burst out laughing.

“It’s you!” he almost yelled, his smile so supernova it was probably visible from Mars and rivaled the sun.

She let out some panicked giggles, which soon became full out cackling. Uncovering his eyes, she grabbed his arms and tucked her face into his neck, shaking with mirth.

“It’s you…” she returned, then let out one last snort. “I think we might miss our wedding, dear.”

He enveloped her in a hug.

“Ehh,” he shrugged, “We’ll elope.”

Marinette let out a mock shriek.

“Not on your life, Adrien Agreste!” she pulled back to give him her best imitation of her mother’s sternest face. “What will the families say?!”

He slowly shook his head, staring at her in earnest wonder.

“I can’t believe you’re Ladybug,” he said, “The love of my life and my best friend are the same person.”

“I can’t believe you’re Chat Noir,” Marinette cried, “You’re like, my two favorite people! In one!”

The two stared at each other, dumbstruck, for a few moments.

“This is so surreal,” Marinette finally said, “...But also it somehow makes sense? Of course you’re Chat Noir. No one else makes puns as bad as you two-I mean, as you do.”

“I feel kind of dumb for not realizing sooner,” he said, “We’re total idiots, right?”

“Total idiots,” she agreed, “Total idiots who are in loooove!”

“We’re getting married!” Adrien exclaimed.

“Today! And we’re all dressed up!” Marinette said, “I can’t believe I’m marrying Chat Noir. You! Adrien! Adrien Noir! Chat Agreste!”

“I’m marrying Ladybug,” Adrien smirked, making the resemblances to his alter ego even more striking, “Fourteen year old me would be over the moon. And you’re Marinette! I’ve got to be the luckiest guy in the world.”

Marinette leapt forward, kissing him. He let out a surprised gasp, before returning it.

“I hope we don’t miss the cake,” she breathed, pulling back.

“At our own wedding?” Adrien chuckled, a little breathless himself. “I think they’ll wait for us before they get into the cake, sweetie.”

“You might miss the cake if we don’t bust out of here!” Plagg suddenly interrupted. “I’ve given you like… five minutes for your disgusting love fest. Now you’ve gotta bust us out!”

“Plagg’s right,” Tikki sighed, sounded disappointed, “Can this be postponed?”

Marinette nodded, digging macarons out of the pockets she’d been very adamant about sewing into her dress.

“I hope this is alright,” she said to Plagg, “I don't know what you normally eat.”

Within seconds the dynamic duo was back in costume.

“Ready, dear wife?” Chat asked, pressing a quick kiss to his lady’s mouth.

“Not your wife yet, kitty,” Ladybug winked. “I’m ready. Let’s do this!”

Chat destroyed the box with his signature Cataclysm!

Spirits were definitely lifted, and the second part of the fight went much quicker than the first. Within ten, twenty minutes Ladybug had purified the akuma and restored the city to its previous, un-rampaged, glory.

“We’re so late,” Ladybug said, fistbumping her partner.

“We are!” Chat said. “I’m kind of too happy right now to care.”

“Me too!”

They beamed at each other for a moment.

“Race you,” Ladybug finally said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You’re on!”

*****

Alya and Sabine were understandably a little mad at Marinette, who had turned up only ten minutes before the ceremony was set to begin.

Still, she had Supreme Bride Privilege, so all was quickly forgiven. They touched up her Miraculously unruined hair and makeup, and sent her to wait with Tom as the bridal chorus quietly began.

Marinette’s dress, the instigator of the happy revelation earlier that evening, had delicate off-the-shoulder sleeves. The dress was white, but cut short to reveal the blue underskirt that matched her eyes. Gold trim lined the bodice and waistline, and sparkly star-shaped details peppered the whole affair. Designing her own wedding dress had been possibly the most challenging, and most rewarding, creative process of Marinette’s life.

Usually, when wearing a design she was proud of, Marinette was hyper aware of everyone’s reaction. Today, as her voluminous skirt swished along the aisle, her hand tucked into her father’s arm, she had eyes only for Adrien.

They had already seen each other that day, but it had been in the excitement of battle, and the shock of discovering each other’s identities had superseded any other observations. Now, as Marinette milked the walk for all it was worth, moving at almost a snail’s pace, she really took a moment to take in her groom.

His golden hair was tousled, almost sparkling in the bright mid-afternoon light streaming through the windows. His black tuxedo (with gold and blue accents, to match her own dress) fit him perfectly, and the almost imperceivable dusting of blush and mascara Chloe had insisted upon meant he looked almost too handsome for words.

But, in all honesty, Marinette couldn't care less about any of that.

She stared into his bright green eyes, crinkled from his dopey smile, and Marinette felt like she was coming home. She knew he felt the same way. Just like she knew she and her partner would always be an unstoppable team, just like she knew the sun would rise and the moon would set. Adrien was Chat Noir, her kitty, her best friend, the love of her life and her ultimate inspiration. She had hardly known so for even thirty minutes, but she had never known something so fully and completely as she did now.

As she finally stepped up to the dais, she shot him a quick wink, before turning to the priest.

Vows were exchanged. They both said their “I do”s. They gave their first kiss as a married couple.

Later, as they sat, feet near-blistered from dancing and eyes sparkling with happiness, sharing a piece of cake, they had their second kiss. And their third. And their forth.

“My kitty.” Marinette giggled.

“Today was perfect, wasn’t it my lady?”

And despite the stress, and the battle, and almost being late to her own special day, Marinette was completely sincere when she said, “Yes. Yes it was.”

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Terravenger Season 6 - Episode 481 (Do Not Copy) - 11.09.2023

Standing at the large window in the Principal's Office at the Midas Academy was its principal, Beau Ravenstone.

The commander now wore a collared white shirt underneath a light-blue coat that was buttoned. He had on a pair of gray pants and short dark-brown boots. His golden MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his coat. And he had on a pair of light-blue gloves.

A strong female voice from the badge on Beau informed him "We have the body of Barbarus. We are taking it to get analyzed by Doctor Myers and her team at the Pluto Academy."

Beau shook his head and replied "Barbarus was finally caught. But he was killed without standing trial for all he has done."

"Commander Veil," reported the voice. "We still haven't found him. I still have soldiers searching every part of the border near the Chen Islands. But I wish we can simply enter the Islands."

Beau asked "Neither of your soldiers that your recovered has been able to speak since the battle?"

"Not yet," answered the voice. "We are hoping that at least one of our guys will wake up soon. Then they can tell us what exactly happened."

Beau folded his hands behind him and informed her "Just keep us all involved, Lieutenant Hanen. The rest of the nations should be informed of what happens next."

"Of course Sir," said the voice.

The worried Beau turned around as he was joined by three people who remained at the front of the large desk before the commander.

The person standing at the far right side was the head-general called Kastano. He was a calm man with light skin and bright blue eyes. His ears were as pointy as those of an elf. And he had a thin golden crown covering his forehead. He wore a long light-blue coat with long dark sleeves. He also had a long silver gauntlet around each wrist. He wore a pair of light-blue pants and short gray boots. And his MAF badge was placed at the front of a thick collar that covered his neck.

Standing at the center of the group was the loyal lieutenant of the Midas Academy. Victoria Sidney was an average-sized woman that had a slender body, fair skin, and a pair of brown eyes. Her long blond hair was made into a high bun. She also had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. She wore a long red coat with yellow linings, a pair of white pants, and short burgundy boots. She also had on a pair of brown gloves and a long golden pad over each shoulder. And her MAF badge was placed on the front left side of her coat.

And standing at the left side was the detective of the Midas City Police Department. Mercury Fakinos was a young man with pale skin, blue eyes, and a well-built body. And his long dark-blond hair was tied into a low tail while the front parts remained down. He wore a buttoned white shirt with a thick collar and a pair of long sleeves. He had on a pair of tight brown jeans and shiny brown boots. He also had a silver necklace that held a policeman's badge. And he wore an opened gray coat with his MAF badge on the front left side.

Mercury lowered his head and implied "So, Cama Veil is missing."

Kastano had his hands folded together before him as he responded "I should inform the Superiors at once. Maybe they will postpone the Midas Armed Forces Exams for this year."

"Perhaps that is wise," said Beau.

A worried Victoria lowered her head and replied in a soft voice "Cama will be fine. He is strong."

"I wouldn't doubt that," commented Beau. "Cama does come from one of the strongest families to ever step foot on this planet."

And the calm Victoria shook her head.

Terravenger -- Season 6

Episode 481: The Misplaced Arc -- The Vessel

Inside the Counselor's Office nearby was Rick Kamiya sitting at his desk as he was surrounded by small yellow candles that were lit.

The counselor was a young Asian man with fair skin, orange eyes, and dark-brown hair that reached his shoulders. He had on a light-gray tee-shirt, white jeans, and gray boots. He also wore an opened light-blue coat with a long collar. And his MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his coat.

Rick leaned his chin on his right backhand as the elbow remained on the desk. And the emotionless man listened as a voice spoke to him from the smoke coming from the lit candles.

The smoke told him in a strong male voice "It seems the power of the Light-Bringer grew stronger."

The emotionless Rick responded "With the power he has, he may be able to do it this time."

The strong voice replied "No doubt. That means we must act now, while we still have time."

Rick lowered his head as his arms remained on the desk.

Then the counselor said "You're right, Admiral Redbourne. We must do it while we still can."

And the voice implied "That means we need his help after all."

"But can we trust him?" asked Rick.

"We have no choice," replied the voice. "We'll have to play his game until we are completely rid of Mephistopheles. But we'll be ready when he decides to turn on us."

Rick shook his head and told the smoke "I'll be ready for betrayal as well."

The smoke finally lifted as Rick stood by the large window beside his desk. And a small flame lit in his orange eyes as Rick remained emotionless.

Meanwhile, the small group of students -- Duo Storms, Seth Black and Silver Monroe -- had met with others at the front of a large nightclub called Tapz.

Duo now wore a blue tee-shirt with two thin white lines covering the neck area. He had on a pair of white pants which had two silver-lined circles standing vertically on the top of the left leg. He also had a thick light-blue belt with a golden buckle. And he wore a pair of white shoes that had blue in each center.

The trio were accompanied by three more students. One of them was Dilan Carr who was a muscular young man with dark skin, dark-brown eyes, and black hair that was nearly cut. He wore a black shirt with long black sleeves and tight light-blue jeans with a thick black belt that had a silver rectangular buckle. He also had his family crest which was placed on the left shoulder of his shirt. And he had on a pair of red-violet socks with shiny black boots.

Another standing by Dilan's left side was a tall boy with light skin, short brown hair, a slender body, and a pair of gray eyes. He had on a white tee-shirt with green covering both the top part and the right sleeve. He also wore a pair of long sand-colored pants. And he had on a pair of black shoes with white covering each center.

The other who remained at the other side of this youth was Cheetah. He had fair skin, clear brown eyes, and a well-built body. His short hazel hair was placed on the top of his head and tied into a high tail. Meanwhile, both sides of his head along with the back were cut. And small black spots covered his hair. He had on black eyeliner with a black slash painted on each side of his face. He also had on black lipstick. And small black half-star tattoos covered his right shoulder. He wore a dark-brown shirt with a thin darker collar and a pair of short sleeves. On the left side of the chest area were the letters DU colored in white and in a vertical pattern. A thick dark-brown gauntlet covered each wrist. And he wore a pair of yellow-green jeans that had holes on various spots. A large attachment displayed as a cheetah's fur was placed on the top of the left leg. And he wore a pair of black shoes that had red on each center.

Cheetah gave a large grin and greeted to the trio "Hey there Mates!"

Dilan reported "It didn't take much to bring both of them here."

"Way to go Carr!" cheered Silver. "Now the party's about to begin!"

Dilan soon handed each of his friends a small card with their picture on the left side.

"Is this what I think it is?" asked Seth.

Then Dilan informed everyone "What each of us have in our hand is an identification card that I manipulated, easily I may add. As of tonight, our ages are 22."

"Far out!" yelled a happy Duo.

And Silver commented "That's why we always need someone like you in our little group, Dilan!"

Cheetah asked "You all did this for us?"

Both Silver and Seth gave a quick laugh.

And Seth responded "We want you two to go out with a bang! We are going to party our tails off until we fall down. Then we'll get back up and go at it again!"

Silver added "Nothin' but the best for you guys."

Dilan replied "We only want to show our care and appreciation for both of you. You have always guided us as our seniors. I hope that you two have the best time here."

After that, a tearful Cheetah wrapped both his arms around Duo and Dilan.

"You chums are da best mates ever!" yelled Cheetah. "Let's go in there and get busy!"

The other student called Lenz told the younger students "Be careful. Cheetah's about to go all out."

The excited Duo shook his head and cried "That's exactly what we want you two to do! Go for it!"

Dilan shook his head and told the older students "Both of you deserve this gift which comes from all of us."

The energetic Cheetah lowered his head and commented "You of all people sortin' this out, Dilan! I'm sure I kicked da bucket and came up to Heaven!"

In a silent bedroom at the Griffin Mansion, the emotionless Jon Griffin had sat at a chair of a small metallic desk which was at the left side of the room as his bed remained at the center.

Jon was a gloomy young man with fair skin, clear black eyes, short dark-brown hair, and a thick beard. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt with a pair of jet-black jeans and long black socks.

Jon leaned his head back in order to relax until someone hurried behind him and wrapped their arms around him.

The newcomer was revealed as his cousin Dean Curtis carrying excitement. He was a muscular young man with fair skin and clear black eyes. He had short brown hair which was spiked up and a fine beard. He also had on thick black earrings. He wore a black tee-shirt with an opened gray vest that had short sleeves. He had on a pair of tight black jeans and short black boots. And he wore three types of silver necklaces.

Dean informed him "Hey Big Cuz! Don't look now, but we've get something for you!"

A surprised Jon cried "We?"

Next, two more people had entered the room.

One of them who clicked on the light of the room was the slender girl, Laura Griffin. She wore a collared black shirt that had long sleeves. She also had on a short black skirt with tight black leggings.

The other was Colby Fox who had pale skin, light-blue eyes, and a muscular body. The top of his brown hair was short and wavy while his sides were cut shorter. He also had a fine beard and a pair of thick black earrings. And his large black tattoo resembling an anchor remained on his right wrist. The youth had worn a long-sleeved white shirt underneath pale-blue scrubs. He also wore a pair of white socks and white shoes. And his MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his gray top.

Dean quickly forced Jon from his chair as Colby walked forward. Then Jon discovered that his friend Colby had carried a small plate on his right hand which had a large cupcake covered in chocolate icing. And placed through the top of the cupcake was a small candle that was lit.

Laura responded "We know you didn't want a party. But we wanted to celebrate since the first day of your final year starts in two days at the Academy."

And Jon asked "You too, Fox?"

Colby gave a large smile and replied "I wouldn't miss this for the world Buddy."

"Well?" asked Dean. "What are you waiting for?"

Then Colby walked closer to Jon as he held the small cake.

"Go ahead Jon," Laura told her brother. "Make a wish and blow out the candle."

Another female voice softly called "Go ahead, Jon."

Everyone faced the door of the bedroom and found another person facing forward with a calm smile.

This newcomer was revealed as the lovely young woman named Morgan Taylor. She had cocoa skin, light-brown eyes, and dark-brown hair that lowered past her shoulders. She had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. She had on a long-sleeved white shirt with a V-styled neck collar. Along with that, she had on a long red dress with a long purple cloth tied around the upper part. She also had a thin golden bracelet wrapped around each wrist. And she wore a pair of short brown boots.

Both Jon and Morgan walked toward each other. Then Morgan took the right hand of the young man with her left hand.

And Morgan told him "Go on, Beloved. Blow the candle once you have made a special wish."

Jon lowered his head and replied "No need."

And he looked at everyone around him as he responded "I have everything I need right here."

Morgan gave another smile as she shook her head.

"You're not even going to taste your cake?" implied Dean. "I put so much work into that too."

And Colby gave a soft laugh as he lowered his head.

In a large temple somewhere on Planet Terravenger, a large army of individuals dressed in hooded black attire walked through a large hallway as they surrounded a small set of soldiers dressed in navy-blue jackets and helmets. The hands of each soldier were secured in black rings as the chain was dragged by one of the hooded figures.

The person leading them all was an older Rocky Samuel. He had fine skin, brown eyes, short dirty-blond hair, and a well-built body. He wore a buttoned scarlet shirt with a great collar and sleeves that lowered to his wrists. Placed on the right shoulder of the shirt. And each wrist was a thick dark-brown bracelet. He also had on thick black dress-pants, dark-brown socks, and black slip-on shoes.

And walking by his right side was Kiona Dupree. She was another older youth who had light-blue eyes, pale skin, and short black hair. She wore dark-purple lipstick and black eyeliner with purple outside. She wore a long black dress with a thick collar and no sleeves. She had on a long-sleeved white coat that had black at the top, a fine dark-purple collar, and thick white links around the wrists. She also had on a pair of tight dark leggings. And covering her feet were short black boots with low heels.

The guards led the captured soldiers through two opened doors. And everyone found themselves in a large area that was surrounded by small candles with a small blue flame lit from each.

Standing before them was the sinister elder called Mother Blight. She had on a long black gown with thin blue outlines. She had on her black Western-type boots. She also wore her golden pendant that was attached to her golden necklace surrounded by small ivory bones. And she had on a long black coat that was opened.

The other person standing by her left side was the gloomy man called Lua. He wore a pair of baggy white pants and short black boots. He had on three types of necklaces. And he wore a long black coat that was opened.

Rocky reported "We found the soldiers roaming through the land. We had no choice but to fetch them."

The emotionless Mother Blight quickly analyzed the soldiers using only her eyes.

Then the wicked elder revealed "Their jackets. They come from Midas."

Kiona soon yanked the chain she held with her left hand forward which forced one of the soldiers to leap forward.

"This one in particular," Kiona informed her leader. "This soldier appears to have a great bond with the Vessel."

And Rocky added "This one was the main reason why we had to engage these people."

The vicious Kiona pushed the soldier down to their knees as Mother Blight walked toward them with questioning.

Kiona told her leader "This maggot made me sweat before I finally captured him."

Lua gave a quiet laugh and commented "It must had been troublesome for you to get dirty, Kiona. Such a pity."

Kiona yelled in a raspy voice "Screw you Slave! You should be out cleaning the stairs!"

And Mother Blight ordered "Be silent, the both of you."

After that, she removed the helmet from the head of the restrained soldier.

Mother Blight told Kiona "You did well, my child."

Kiona bowed her head and said "Thank-you Mother."

The captured soldier was revealed as Cutter Evans. He was a slender young man with light skin, blue-green eyes, and short blond hair. He wore a black patch that covered his right eye. And he had his distinct tattoo coming from his left shoulder. He wore a standard MAF navy-blue jacket with his MAF badge placed on its front left side. He had on a pair of baggy black pants and short black boots. He also had on a long black band covering each wrist and fingerless black gloves. And he wore a necklace that carried a small piece of silver shaped as a key lock.

Mother Blight announced "Joshua Evans. But many around call you Cutter."

"So the Vessel truly lives?" cried Lua.

The sinister Kiona smiled and reported "It appears so. He had been living in Midas City for some time."

Next, Mother Blight placed her right hand before the head of the young soldier as Cutter remained on his knees.

"I figured you would be pleased by this, Mother," implied Kiona. "This boy should be the evidence that shows that the Vessel is definitely alive."

Mother Blight lowered her head and uncovered "The Vessel is in fact living in Midas City with false parents. He is currently a student at the Midas Armed Forces' Academy."

Then she looked into the eyes of Cutter Evans and asked "Now what to do with you?"

"Vessel?" cried a frightened Cutter. "I don't know who or what that is!"

Mother Blight bend down to him and replied "Indeed you do, Mr. Evans."

The elder gave a devious smile and announced "The Vessel lives on. He goes by the name Daniel... Daniel Storms."

And Cutter cried "No! Not Duo! What are you going to do with him?"

Suddenly, another of the captured soldiers rose as they held a short black gun in their hands at the elder Blight.

The soldier was the officer Solan Llave. He had light skin, brown eyes, and spiked brown hair. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt underneath the navy-blue outfit along with brown gloves, baggy black pants, and short black boots.

He ordered the villains "Step away from him!"

Once she stood up, Mother Blight gave a soft smile as she lowered her head. And the head of Solan Llave quickly exploded.

Then Mother Blight faced Rocky Samuel and revealed "You didn't search that soldier better to find that gun hidden in his left heel."

Rocky's head blew up as well. And his body fell by the right side of the scared Cutter.

Mother Blight ordered Kiona "Take Mr. Evans to the other room."

Kiona lifted a distraught Cutter to his feet. And the woman dragged the chained prisoner out of the room.

"Lua!" called Mother Blight.

A fearful Lua turned to her and Mother Blight directed "Dispose of the mess and the spares with it."

A relieved Lua bowed his head and said "Certainly, Mother."

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Dany, Catelyn and the Seven Colours of the Rainbow.

RED:

"We will have it all back someday, sweet sister," he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. "The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King's Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back." Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.

(Daenerys I, AGOT)

Catelyn found her husband beneath the weirwood, seated on a moss-covered stone. The greatsword Ice was across his lap, and he was cleaning the blade in those waters black as night. A thousand years of humus lay thick upon the godswood floor, swallowing the sound of her feet, but the red eyes of the weirwood seemed to follow her as she came. "Ned," she called softly.

(Catelyn I, AGOT)

ORANGE:

The heart was steaming in the cool evening air when Khal Drogo set it before her, raw and bloody. His arms were red to the elbow. Behind him, his bloodriders knelt on the sand beside the corpse of the wild stallion, stone knives in their hands. The stallion's blood looked black in the flickering orange glare of the torches that ringed the high chalk walls of the pit.

(Daenerys V, AGOT)

Flickering torchlight danced across the walls, making the faces seem half-alive, twisting them, changing them. The statues in the great septs of the cities wore the faces the stonemasons had given them, but these charcoal scratchings were so crude they might be anyone. The Father's face made her think of her own father, dying in his bed at Riverrun. The Warrior was Renly and Stannis, Robb and Robert, Jaime Lannister and Jon Snow. She even glimpsed Arya in those lines, just for an instant. Then a gust of wind through the door made the torch sputter, and the semblance was gone, washed away in orange glare.

(Catelyn IV. ACOK)

YELLOW:

The trickle he started soon swelled to a flood. Trader captains brought lace from Myr, chests of saffron from Yi Ti, amber and dragonglass out of Asshai. Merchants offered bags of coin, silversmiths rings and chains. Pipers piped for her, tumblers tumbled, and jugglers juggled, while dyers draped her in colors she had never known existed. A pair of Jogos Nhai presented her with one of their striped zorses, black and white and fierce. A widow brought the dried corpse of her husband, covered with a crust of silvered leaves; such remnants were believed to have great power, especially if the deceased had been a sorcerer, as this one had. And the Tourmaline Brotherhood pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils were yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx.

(Daenerys III, ACOK)

As the long fingers of dawn fanned across the fields, color was returning to the world. Where grey men had sat grey horses armed with shadow spears, the points of ten thousand lances now glinted silverly cold, and on the myriad flapping banners Catelyn saw the blush of red and pink and orange, the richness of blues and browns, the blaze of gold and yellow. All the power of Storm's End and Highgarden, the power that had been Renly's an hour ago. They belong to Stannis now, she realized, even if they do not know it themselves yet. Where else are they to turn, if not to the last Baratheon? Stannis has won all with a single evil stroke.

(Catelyn IV, ACOK)

GREEN:

Somewhere beyond the sunset, across the narrow sea, lay a land of green hills and flowered plains and great rushing rivers, where towers of dark stone rose amidst magnificent blue-grey mountains, and armored knights rode to battle beneath the banners of their lords

(Daenerys I, AGOT)

In the south the last weirwoods had been cut down or burned out a thousand years ago, except on the Isle of Faces where the green men kept their silent watch. Up here it was different. Here every castle had its godswood, and every godswood had its heart tree, and every heart tree its face.

(Catelyn I, AGOT)

BLUE:

. Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. . . . mother of dragons, slayer of lies . . . Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . .

(Daenerys IV, ACOK)

"Lady Catelyn, you are wrong." Brienne regarded her with eyes as blue as her armor. "Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it's always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining."

(Catelyn II, ACOK)

INDIGO:

Viserys, was her first thought the next time she paused, but a second glance told her otherwise. The man had her brother's hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. "Aegon," he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. "What better name for a king?"

(Daenerys IV, ACOK)

The eastern sky was rose and gold as the sun broke over the Vale of Arryn. Catelyn Stark watched the light spread, her hands resting on the delicate carved stone of the balustrade outside her window. Below her the world turned from black to indigo to green as dawn crept across fields and forests. Pale white mists rose off Alyssa's Tears, where the ghost waters plunged over the shoulder of the mountain to begin their long tumble down the face of the Giant's Lance. Catelyn could feel the faint touch of spray on her face.

(Catelyn VII, ACOK)

VIOLET:

"A gift from the Magister Illyrio," Viserys said, smiling. Her brother was in a high mood tonight. "The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold as well, and jewels of all sorts. Illyrio has promised. Tonight you must look like a princess."

(Daenerys I, AGOT)

And they told how afterward Ned had carried Ser Arthur's sword back to the beautiful young sister who awaited him in a castle called Starfall on the shores of the Summer Sea. The Lady Ashara Dayne, tall and fair, with haunting violet eyes.

It might be interesting to note that Dany and Catelyn are the only two POV characters, (as far as I can tell, I only had a quick check, so I could be wrong) who have all seven colours of the rainbow referenced at least once in their chapters.

#daenerys targaryen #catelyn stark #asoiaf meta #daenerys appreciation

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