#can't decide if he cries red or green or blue

[bigidiotenergytm]

Hades has gained the role "papa Hades" 😌 he deserves a cookie

i must attend to other things but i NEED u i NEEEEED u to know this is hades's reaction to bein called papa hades ^^^^^^

[hatsukeii]

Thinking about Tsukishima, and how having severe photophobia means he has to wear those stupid photochromic lenses everywhere, at all times. He can only keep his eyes open halfway in a lit room, let alone in wake of the sunrise, or the daylight, or the sunset.

Thinking about Tsukishima, and how having severe photophobia and being stuck wearing photochromic lenses means that his body has doomed him to a lifetime of muted sunrises, smothered daylight, and greying sunsets. It's almost as if he has been perpetually asleep since he was born, his waking world masked in darkness at the hands of a smoggy polariser.

Thinking about Tsukishima meeting you for the first time, when the forgotton flashlight of your phone goes unnoticed by everyone in the classroom except him. The photochromic lenses don't react quickly enough when it spins towards his direction, unbeknownst to you, and he cries out in pain, to the shock of everyone in the classroom. He isn't one to speak, and is definitely not one to cry out. He screams at you to turn it off, and you're just about to shit yourself terrified, scrambling for the button to disable it. From that day onwards, you keep the flashlight on your phone disabled at all times.

Thinking about Tsukishima, who thinks you're an idiot after the accident, and vows to stay as far away from you as possible. Until every teacher suddenly wants to put the two of you in pairs. You're competent enough with your skills, at the very least you don't slow him down. He hates to admit it, but for someone who can't notice their phone flashlight, you are pretty fucking good at doing perfectly precise titrations, and really fucking good at catching his mathematical errors when he proudly presents the calculated concentration from the titration trials.

Thinking about Tsukishima, who tells you he hates the sun in physics one time, and dogs on you for preferring day to night. His arguments are valid, photophobia, after all. He says that he indulges in the moon more, that the sun is too bright for his fragile eyes to exist in. You have to remind him how the moon is simply just a reflection of the sun anyways, and he scoffs. You continue to remind him that sunlight encompasses every colour on earth, and that it bounces off waters, still and rough alike, in shimmering diamonds. You marvel at how it diffuses into every shade of red, orange, and blue at sunrise, how it bends into green in a backdrop of gold and pink if you look hard enough at the sun as it retreats beneath the horizon during sunset. A jarring, mocking reminder of all the phenomenons that he will never have the privilege of seeing with his naked eyes.

Thinking about Tsukishima at senior camp, unable to fall asleep on the cold, hard ground of his tent. 3ºC at 4:30am is killer temperature, and he decides that it is time to give up on slumber for the night. He walks out to see you jump awake at your alarm in a camping chair, set up right next to his own outside the tent. He takes a seat beside you, rubbing his eyes before placing his glasses on again. He asks you why you are doing this to yourself, when it is 3ºC in the middle of nowhere at 4:30am. You tell him the sunrise is about to start, and that his spot had the optimal view to it. He is about to return to his tent, when you stop him, and convince him to stay. He has never tried looking at a sunrise, and he expects nothing from it. After all, the photochromic lenses will drown out all the colours you speak of, and mute them into monochromatic grey anyways. Yet as the sun climbs above the treeline and the silhouettes of the mountains afar, his eyes bask in the muted blues and oranges, almost grey, but not quite yet. They may not be as vibrant as you make them out to be, but they are incredible nonetheless.

Thinking about Tsukishima, whose eyes are actually amber beneath his glasses, a commonly mistaken fact only because the sterile white lights of the school forces the polarisers in his lenses to darken. Everyone agrees that his eyes are dark brown, yet when he enters your exclusively lamplit room for the first time one afternoon, your joint science fair project balanced on a soldering machine and a stack of textbooks, his polarisers lighten. And as you watch him solder wires together to form circuits, eyes trained onto the hot iron in his hand, you notice it for the first time. Even in the lack of sunlight thanks to the blackout blinds, and amidst the ambient greens, blues, and purples of your lamps, his eyes are closer to the sun than they ever will be brown.

Thinking about Tsukishima, who after a year of being lab partners, and science fair teammates, and unlikely friends with you, cries when you show him your camera after the school's graduation dinner. You reveal hundreds of photos, taken with just the right aperture and ISO as to not hurt his eyes, all of the sunrises and sunsets you have encountered since learning of his photophobia. For the first time in his life, as he sits cross legged on your bed, he can see the pinks and reds that everyone fawns over, the golds, and blues, and oranges that you forced yourself awake to see at 4:30am on a 3ºC morning. He can see them all while his eyes remain amber, without the polarisers in his glasses firing on, without the smoggy grey filter he has become so accustomed to.

Thinking about Tsukishima, who doesn't even know how to thank you as you roll through the albums, and can only stare as you talk through the stories of each sunrise, and each sunset. You were the lab partner, science fair teammate, unlikely friend. You were all of that, now turned into the striking, yet painless daylight that infiltrates his eyes, and seeps through his body. It courses through his veins and arteries, pumping into his heart erratically as his arms pull you towards him, wrapping around your torso as golden sunlight spills from his amber (not dark brown) eyes, and he finally awakens from his eighteen-year slumber. The two of you sit in silence as you set down the camera, hands travelling up to wrap around his neck and hold the back of his head as he shrinks into your shoulder and weeps.

After all, the moon cannot exist without his sun.

eeee guys can you tell im really into light and physics and am planning to do it in uni anyways I HOPE YOU LIKE IT i have been so bored and burnt out from studying for finals that it has somehow activated the writing part of my brain again WOO i'll be back once in a while when i have the time OK BYE BYE EVERYONE

also @chuuya-brainrot HERE’S YOUR @ POOKIE🫶

[lunamochii]

sachiro.hirugami x f!reader

cw; make out session,

"Oh c'mon! We already paid plus we'll go by groups!"

You refuse to let go on grabbing a tight hold on the railings of your school while your friends are doing the best they can, to get you off

"I rather jump down than go inside!"

It's your school's festival and your annoying friends manage to trick you on accompanying them to the second floor, where the class activities are happening. Your class decided to do a photobooth for the activity, not that much people are visiting so your class was place at the third floor.

The class that chose to do activities that got a lot of people visiting were place on second floor. For examples, cafe theme, horror booth and many more.

"You guys know I'm bad at any horror related!"

"We'll go hand in hand!"

"Nah-uh! You guys also said that last year but I was left inside."

Well, it was more likely of you running away from them since you got so scared that you let go of their hand.

"Hey guys! We all can hear you downstairs, what's up?"

"Umi-kun!"

Your friends let go of you and you sigh in relief and fixes your uniform.

"Honeybunch!"

You mentally gag and glared at your boyfriend, Sachiro, he knows how much you hate being called that but he loves to see your annoyed face.

"Oh hello sugarplum."

You smirk seeing his twisted look, if he knows what to tease you. You also know how to tease him back, two can play that game.

"Hirugami-san can you please, please, please drag your beautiful girlfriend inside the horror booth? We don't wanna waste our money y'know!"

"Hmmm horror booth huh.."

Sachiro looks at your way and you gulp seeing that nasty smirk he has on his face, before you can even run away he already have a tight grip on your hands and drag you. Hell, you can't even get yourself free from him.

"You can pay right after you get out!"

You heard the student who's assign on the entrance then you saw your friends laughing along with Korai and Gao, you wish they'll slip on to something once they are inside.

The inside is reaaaaally cold if you must say plus it's pitch black on the entrance, there's a faint light of red, green and blue. Plus, the eerie sounds they are playing. You found yourself sticking to your boyfriend's body like a leech.

"It's okay baby, I'm here."

If he said that in a normal setting where his just reading one of your mangas on your room then maybe, maybe you'll be feeling butterflies from your stomach.

"Walk faster, Hiro!"

"I am? Relax, I-"

You froze when you felt something cold touch your feet, you slowly look down and your eyes met with a bloodshot eyes and a gaping mouth of a 'ghost'

"AAAAAAHAUWOOWSNSHSUSBS!"

You scream and push him away as you ran off. Sachiro was left there standing dumbfounded, he look down and saw what scared his girlfriend and smiled. He even crouch down and pat them on the head before running after you. He couldn't care less to the people who pops out from the sides.

When he got out, he paid for his own fee and tried to look for you but you are no way in sight. Soon after Korai, Gao and together with your friends came out looking all spook out but they are only laughing.

"Guys! Did you see her inside?" Sachiro ask

"No? I thought you guys were together?"

Korai said and Sachiro felt nervous as much he wants to tease you, the thought of you crying alone makes him feel bad.

"Can I go back in? My girlfriend hasn't come out yet."

The shopkeeper nodded but just when he was about to enter, he bump into someone. Sachiro was about to say sorry when the person he bump into hug him.

"Don't leave me..."

It was you. His girlfriend, he sighs in relief and hugs you back. Kissing the crown of your head, he can feel the trembling of your body and he just hugs you tighter.

"Hey hey it's okay.."

He guided you on the side and wipe your cheeks with your tears, you pouted and cried more making Sachiro chuckle and kiss on the cheeks.

"Bubs u okay? We're sorry..."

Your friends approach you and you just nodded. When you ran off, you were fast to find the exit but someone appeared making you turn to your right and you ended up getting lost. It was like a maze inside.

"Is fine.. but don't you ever, EVER drag me there again."

You huff and cross your arms, your friends chuckles and promise they won't do it again.

"Guys we'll go on a date. See ya!"

Sachiro held your hand and drag you away from the group, he didn't even let you say your goodbyes to them.

"Hey! This is your second time dragging me away."

"Sorry"

He didn't look back at you but his hand squeeze yours and you just let him be, you found yourself standing inside a empty room. You were about to ask him what is going on, he hug you, tight.

"Can I kiss you? I'm dying to kiss you."

"What? You drag me all the way here for that?"

He pulled away but his hands are still on your waist, his light brown eyes staring right at you.

"F-Fine.. I mean, okay. You can ki- mmff!"

Your back being press against the wall while his hands travels up and down, his tongue licking at your lips begging for an entrance. The moment you part your lips, he lets out a moan that made your legs wobble.

Normally, Sachiro doesn't act this way, his usually on his tame side everyday. You just don't know on why he is aggressive today.

"Sorry.. it's just you were so cute when you were crying.."

He said when he pulled away for a bit and before you can even answer him, his kissing you again. Your moans and his mixes together, your fingers tangling on his hair, pressing your body towards him.

"Wait- fuck.."

He pulled away and finally, you got a chance to breathe. He went to the nearest table and sat on it, his legs spread out. He held his hand towards you which you gladly took and now you're trap between his legs and resume your make-out session.

Sachiro admitted later that maybe, maybe not he got turn on seeing you on that vulnerable state and how cute you were crying. You told him that you'd rather hide when you cry than to face his less tame side.

••••••••••

bonus part.☆

"Wanna go in?"

You immediately shook your head and tried to drag away your husband, away from the horror booth you guys stumbled upon inside the mall

"Sugarplum please! You wouldn't want your honeybunch to suffer right?"

His brow twitches on the choice of endearment you use, you swear to god that you saw how his lips form into a nasty smirk. Intertwining his fingers to yours, he successfully drag you inside the booth.

Needless to say, you got fuck dumb by him later at night. Is what you get for pissing him off by using those cringey words and crying when you guys got out from the booth.

[viburnt]

PUPPY BOY! AU HEADCANONS PART.2

Part 1

Tagging the babes: @shonen-brainrot @dabislittlemouse @angelshimaa and @shionancientsblog

Remember I'm still working on this AU so feedback is appreciated

Deku + Maltipoo

• Maltipoo is a hybrid breed resulting from the mix of a Maltese and a Poodle. And who was born quirkless but got a Quirk transferred? Deku! Which to some extent makes him a hybrid too. Both are highly intelligent and friendly breeds, which suits Izuku very well!

• Izuku radiates Crusty white dog energy, there's no way to deny it, and this breed is part of that group. He has a sweet, caring and friendly personality, but he is also VERY emotional. Cries a lot, he can't help it. Maltipoos also have very fluffy fur, which matches Izuku's green hair.

• This puppy boy was practically protected and pampered by his mom; Inko always brushed his fur after baths! However, just like any other Maltipoo, Izuku adapts easily to any environment and challenge. He also has quite the intelligence and memory, making him the perfect puppy boy for almost any task. Appropriate, considering Izuku is progressively learning to control all his powers and molding himself to the needs of his missions.

• Did I mention Maltipoo puppies befriend practically anyone? *ehem* Just like Izuku befriended [insert list of pretty much any student at U. A]

• Oh, you want to put a doggie collar around his neck? Go ahead! Even when the skin of his cheeks and ears get all red with embarrassment, he loves it. Push a little further, and you'll even be able to hear him whine for attention.

• Needy, so, so needy. Pet his ears and he'll be melting! Play with his hair and he'll fall asleep on your lap.

“Are we gonna hang out today?” Izuku asked, tail wagging effusively at the promise of an evening by your side. You smiled apologetically, excusing yourself. “Sorry, Izu, today I have some work left to do. Maybe another day?”

The puppy in front of you pouted, begging with a pleading face. “Please, please, please! I- I brought my favorite All Might DVD,” Izuku said, his hands gently tugging your shirt. Sighing, you gave up; how were you supposed to win against someone that could quite literally pull puppy eyes on you? “Maybe we can binge-watch it while I work.”

Izuku's lips stretched in content, yapping a sweet “Thank you!” as he walked by your side. “We can lay on the couch, and I'll make sure to recap everything you missed while you weren't paying attention!”

Todoroki + Siberian husky

• I had some trouble deciding which of these breeds fitted Shoto more. On one hand, he could be a Doberman like Dabi, after all, they come from the same dad (like it or not). Enji would've cut his ears and tail too to make him more imposing, and dominant-looking (trying to mold him to his image), leading to Rei burning his face and, well, Todoroki trauma. On the other hand, Siberian huskies already have plenty of traits in common with Shoto.

• Siberian huskies have a stern and serious aura around them, specially at first glance. Their deep gaze and icy blue/light gray eyes manage to allure anyone, not to mention is one of the breeds that has more common cases of heterochromia. We all know how Shoto debuted as a “I'm not here to make friends” character but, in the end– just like this breed –Shoto proves to be friendly and silly with the right people.

• He has very soft big furry ears, and a fluffy tail curled upwards; the fur is white and brown/reddish and matches his hair almost too perfectly. Shoto also has massive canines that he tends to bare when he is truly pissed off or stressed.

• Like many huskies, he is smart and has a lot of stamina. You need to keep this particular puppy mentally/physically stimulated by either showing him new tricks (e.g. Simple science experiments or DIY tutorials) or burning that energy (e.g. Teach him how to play Just dance!)

• Sheds, a lot. Help him brush his fur because otherwise you'll be dealing with random dog hairs in your room. Oh, he also has trouble communicating in general! Which is funny considering how Huskies don't bark like normal dogs, they kind of howl and cry.

• Shoto is a very odd puppy, but a great listener if you ever need to talk.

“And you're supposed to put your left hand on a red circle. Like this!” You said, bending and twisting into a rather uncomfortable position over the Twister mat. Shoto had been aching to play with you for a while, begging - in his odd way (which was standing in front of your bed until you noticed him) — to learn. “I see, so the cardboard thing dictates which limb you move and where you put it.” He said, kneeling to your level as you plopped on the mat.

“Yes, exactly! The last one standing is the winner,” Shoto heard you add, nodding at tour words with seriousness. “Just make sure to keep your tail tucked, we don't want another sneezing accident…"

Shoto unconsciously whined, dropping his ears like a scolded puppy. “Sorry, I didn't mean to make everyone fall with my fur.” The first time he had tried to play, his tail and ears tickled everyone's nose, making the complex knot everyone was tangled in collapse. “It's OK, Sho, it happens.” You smiled sympathetically.

Shigaraki + Rottweiler

• It was suggested that Shiggy could be a Corgi by the lovely @shionancientsblog , and while it would be a cute idea (specially when he had one as a kid), I think Shigaraki's evolution as a person makes him fall under the category of a “problematic breed”. Rotties are great family dogs in the right environment, they are friendly, caring, and playful; sadly, we all know this puppy boy didn't have a good family. Shiggy was neglected and abused as a baby, and he eventually bit the hand that was supposed to take care of him! So, like many dogs when they bite, he was cast away and tagged as a danger. A kind puppy turned into a crazed dog by the hand of the wrong handlers.

• He has short floppy ears with black fur, matching his original hair color. The tail is black as well, but it was cut by his father to “avoid accidents”. Shiggy's fur, however, changed in color the same way his hair did.

• Wears a spiked collar, a gift granted by A.F.O to avoid using his quirk on the skin of his neck. He doesn't like it, but knows it's for the best.

• Rottweilers are also known for acting on impulse and being childish (borderline being messy or confused as aggressive) when they have no guidance. Shiggy had the same behavior when he first started his villain life, but with the right training, he learned to focus his energy on a specific target. Trained to bite on command.

• When he gets involved with you, however, you slowly but surely start filling that emotional void he had. It took a lot of trial and error, specially when he growled at you with those large canines of his, but patience turned out to be enough to ease him.

• Much like Dabi, Shiggy grants you scary dog privileges, but he is less controlled about it and will target anyone who may be “trying to take away his owner”. He won't call you owner, by the way, but in his heart you are part of the very reduced group he likes and follows.

“I don't like the way he is looking at you!” Shigaraki growled, unconsciously trying to hide you from Dabi's gaze. The latter had been sending you cocky smirks here and there, pissing Shiggy off. “Calm down, he isn't doing anything,” you assured him, allowing your hand to pat his head. The frown on Tomura's face softened, but he still didn't like the idea of another person laying eyes on you. “What, you like him better?”

You knew that the child inside him was speaking, so you indulged. “No, Shiggy is my favorite.” Tomura heard you say, feeling the warmth of your lips on his cheek. “W-what was that?!" He yelped, “Are you trying to embarrass me?” You shook your head. “Just making sure you know how much I like you”.

[formula1fanfiction]

Pierre Gasly / Max Verstappen

Title: I'm all yours, i've got no control

Pairing: Pierre Gasly / Max Verstappen

Characters: Pierre Gasly, Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, George Russell, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton

Prompt: Gasly-Max, fighting for world championship is create so much pressure and to Max the best way is to deal with is fucking other drivers

The best way to deal with pressure of winning world championships? Sex. It's the races that he can't control that get to him the most. His car blowing up on him is not ideal. He kicks what's left of his car in frustration and thinks of potential fucks.  

George? He's been a good fuck in the past, very pliant and happy to do anything but George crashed today and he went there after Singapore and George had just cried all over his cock. He doesn't want to comfort someone, he wants to fuck them.

Charles? Another good previous fuck, but Charles has been on the podium today and he's the type of person who can't contain his own excitement and he's not in the mood for Charles' bragging right now.

Lewis would just say no, as would Carlos, Checo and Fernando Alonso. Then it hits him Gasly. He's not been with the Frenchman for a long time, not since he was demoted from Red bull, but it had always been good fun.

"Gasly." He finds Pierre in the lobby of the hotel. "Max?" Pierre turns around a smile on his face. Max has never noticed before, but he's beautiful. "Did you want something?" Max realises his been staring at him for too long.

 "Remember in 2019 when you would sub for me when things weren't going well? Do you still do that?" A flicker of something flashes on Pierre's face, something Max can't read but he quickly changes it back to a smile.

"Well I was going to celebrate with Charles and I don't really bottom any more but I guess I can make a one off exception for you." Max is bouncing on the soles of his feet in delight as he leads Pierre back to his hotel room.

"Are we just going to get into it?" Pierre shrugs his Alpine jacket off and lays it over the arm of the chair. "Yes, does the traffic light system still work for you?" Pierre shrugs. "That works for me."

Max decides it's time just to get fucking on with it, Pierre yelps being taken completely by surprise, he's rugby tackled onto the bed, hands pinned either side of his head. "What's your colour on this?" Max asks, his hand sneaking down Pierre's chest, pushing up his team shirt and squeezes his nipple. "Green."  

"Do you still love it Pierre? Being tied to the bed and coming on my cock alone?" Max dips his head down and bites Pierre's right nipple, he Frenchman hisses underneath. "Whatever you want, sir."  sir, fuck he wasn't expecting that.

"Good thing I came prepared to deal with sluts." Max always comes prepared for his kinky fantasies and takes out two pair of hand cuffs from the draw in the night stand. "Do you always travel to race weekends with handcuffs sir." Max bites his lip to stop himself smiling. "I do, actually."

Max locks the first pair around Pierre's right wrist and attaches it to the bed. "Colour?" Pierre's eyes darken with lust the blue completely disappearing and turning black "Green, sir." Max nods approvingly and repeats the action with the left wrist.

"You look very comfortable for someone who says he isn't a bottom anymore." Pierre shrugs, the best he can anyway. "Maybe, I like the fact you can do anything you want to me sir and i'm helpless." Fuck, Max almost comes in his pants.

Pierre pulls lightly on his restraints just to test them but is cut off when Max lightly smacks his thigh. "Stop that or ill spank you."Sorry Daddy." Pierre whispers. Fucking Pierre, knows exactly what he's doing, driving Max bloody insane that is.

Max decides to ignore the daddy comment, not giving Pierre the satisfaction, instead he takes out a bottle of lube and a condom. Max drizzles the lube over his fingers and pushes up Pierre's hips, until they are pressed up against his own chest. "Daddy..." Pierre whines, like the little brat that he is but Max catches him off guard and pushes a single digit inside, twisting his finger, Pierre accepts the first finger easily, pretty suspicious for someone who is a top but Max doesn't comment on it and, adds  a second finger.

Max takes a long time opening Pierre up just to piss of the other man. "Daddy please, I need your cock." Max ignores him completely and strokes over his prostate, drawing groans from the older  man. "Daddy." Pierre whines even more, bucking his hips up into thin air, trying to get any type friction. Max only takes pity on him when the bulge in his own jeans becomes too hard to handle.

Pierre watches, his mouth watering as Max pulls down his pants and boxers together, freeing his massive cock. Max takes himself into his own hand and gives himself a few strokes, forcing himself to stop and quickly rolls on the condom. "Colour, Pierre?"

"Green." That's all consent Max needs, he nudges the head of his cock against Pierre's lube slick entrance  and slams inside with one hard thrust. Pierre growls and digs his fingers into the metal of the cuffs. "Love it when you fill me up with your cock." Max has to use every inch of his will power to hold back from fucking Pierre senselessly. "daddy, please." Pierre whines and tries to push his hips up and down,  however Max has his hips in a tight grip, not letting the Frenchman move at all.

"Such a naughty slut, begging for me like that." Max, just can't take teasing Pierre anymore, his own cock is crying for attention buried inside of Pierre. Max pulls all the way out, only to slam back inside of him this time, picking up a rough, deep pace, slamming inside Pierre with a mighty force. Pierre makes the cutest noises when he's been fucked hard, each little sound only turns Max on even more. Max finds Pierre's prostate petty quickly  and angles each of his thrusts to hit the swollen gland, pulling even more noises from Pierre's throat.

"I need to come, fuck." Pierre arches his hips up off the bed, Max quickly puts a stop to it and grips his hand tightly around the base of Robert's cock. "Bad little sluts have to wait until Daddy comes first." He can't believe he's using Pierre's embarrassing words, but he's way too gone to give a shit.

Max  pounds into Pierre with all his might as he feels his orgasm building into the pit of his stomach, it only takes three more thrusts and he's coming inside of the condom. Max pulls out and rolls off the condom, making Pierre whine in frustration. "Daddy?"

"Do you think you deserve to come? Sweet little Pierre." Max  asks as he starts teasing Pierre's cock, dragging his hand up and down the pulsating member really slowly. "Please daddy, i've been a really good boy" Max starts to stroke the hard cock a little quicker. "Ok baby, come for daddy." That's all Pierre needs to hear and he's coming hard, shooting his load high into the air and splattering all over his own chest. "Good boy, daddy's good boy."

Max cringes as he reaches over and releases Pierre's hands from the handcuffs. "Can't believe you have a daddy kink." Pierre giggles. "I don't, I just knew I could get you to play along."

Somehow, despite Pierre being the one locked up, it feels like Max was never really in control at all but it's made him feel a hell of a lot better.

[a-fluffy-dog24]

The best day

The day Dipper and Mabel were born.

1996 A young Michael and Catherine met for the first time and fell in love. He a high school language arts teacher and she is a in college to be a nurse.Two  year later they tied the knot and one year after that they decided to start a family.

9 months ago Catherine and Michael Pines were expecting twins, Mike has dark curly brown hair and brown eyes.Catherine has straight light brown hair and green eyes.They have been married for three years. They were having fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. They picked out names, got baby cribs clothes and put it in the nursery to bring home their babies .They prepared to start the next chapter of their lives to become parents Catherine is 33 years old she  mature  for her age she feels she is ready to be a mommy and Michael is 34 he can be immature for his age sometimes but he is excited to be a daddy.

Aug/31/1999

She went into labor they drove to the hospital 5:00 am she  sat down in her bed at the hospital the nurse gave her her pain medicines. 4 hours of labor then she pushed Mike held her hand then they're daughter was born at 8:05 am and the doctor unclipped her umbilical and checked her to make sure everything is normal the nurse takes and  puts her in a see through crib .She screamed and cried.

Because she wants her brother but he has the umbilical cord stuck, around his neck in the womb five minutes past of pushing at 8:10 the doctors take him out and quickly unclip the umbilical cord. Their son is born but theirs a problem he turned blue and the parents are looking concerned and worried that their son might not make it. "Why is he not breathing? HELP MY BABY " she cried panicking "help my son please"he held on to the nurse and begged her the doctors start to work to revive  him.Just then Sherman , his wife Faith Catherine's mother Lois and Stan, came in. "What's wrong with him?" Stan yelped in a panic.''He'll be ok" the nurse reassures them the doctor does some more compressions  the baby starts breathing,crying.He screams for his sister the doctor checks him to make sure everything is normal. Faith takes pictures of the babies. For her younger daughters to see their new niece and nephew.

Then the nurse takes the babies and waives them baby A is a little heavier than baby B by a pound or two and she cleans them up giving them their first bath. They only have a little bit of light brown, almost light red hair on their little heads. She gives them their first shots preventing things like polio,whooping cough,hepatitis B they don't like it very much.They stop screaming and crying when they feel the other one is their and they hold hand they can't see well  or hear well yet but they feel each other and that makes them happy.They don't know why they're where separated but their afraid  they'll never be with each other again.

The nurse put diapers on them, wrapped the girl in a pink blanket and the boy in a blue blanket and put the newborns in their mothers arms. "Oh their beautiful Catherine holds her very tiny babies and they sleep, the doctor told them they are perfectly healthy "what I've always wanted, a little girl and a little boy they have your nose" he said looking down at his babies. “And your eyes dear” she told him he kissed her.Michael wrote down the twins names on their birth certificates.Mabel, Ariel, Pines and Masson, Alex, Pines.

She holds and breastfeeds them for a while. They happily drink their mother's milk they eat their first meal. Michael asks Stan if he wants to hold them "would you like to hold the babies" he nods his head he picks the newborn and puts them in Stan's arms. He is 52 years old and looks at both of them and starts crying. He thinks about his brother disappearing and that he wishes that he could be here to meet them.

"Is he ok, why is he upset?" Catherine looked confused "well because he had a twin brother that passed away" Michael explained at least that what he was told.He and his siblings rarely saw their uncles growing up.So he didn’t really know them personally. "what are their names"Stan asked . "Well our girl's name is Mabel, Ariel, Pines" she told him "aww she's adorable"

"and our little boy's name is Masson ,Alex, Pines" he added. When he said that Stan was not paying attention, he was looking at the mark on the boy's forehead. "Hey look at that mark on his head there it kind of looks like some dots, or the big Dipper" he talks to babies quietly as they sleep in his arms. "You two are very cute and small, you got something special, you have a twin. It means you were born with a best friend. The negative is you didn't choose then.And you have to be around each other all the time sometimes you might drive each other crazy but.

They'll know more about you than anyone else and always be there for you to help you I know what it's like to have a twin sibling who you do everything with and grow up with ". The babies sleep peacefully through him talking "I was dumb ones now my twin brother is gone I'd do anything to bring him back, I'm sorry he not here he's would've love you two but maybe one day. Anyway what is that on your forehead look, like the Big Dipper. Dippy can you keep a promise for me to protect your sister I know I did with my brother and be careful ok don't go scaring your parents like that again ."

Dipper makes a "MMM" noise. "What about you sweetie can you promise, you're great uncle Stan to keep your brother out of trouble. I know my brother tried to keep me out of trouble ". Mabel yawned. "I love you two."He hugs them gently "StanFord, can I hold my grandchildren please?"Shermans begged "just one more minute you promise to be less boring" he stood up. " No and you know I don't like trying new things ....I know this is hard for you after losing Stanley but please let me hold them"

"be careful don't fight over my babies"Catherine warned"fine" Stan puts the newborn's in their grandpa Sherman's arm.He  is 60 years old he used to have dark brown hair but now it's gray and white. "I am so happy you guys are here you’re so precious I remember when you Stanford. And Stanley were born when I was 8 years old, mom and dad thought they were only going to have one baby  but you guy's surprised us". Faith smiled and got to hold her grand babies. She used to have blonde hair but now it's white. She holds them and plays with them for a little bit she tell the babies."Ok I can't wait for you guys visit us and we'll play together, I bake you cookies won't that be fun" they start to cry and scream.

Then Lois got a turn she has green eyes and red hair with a few gray streaks.She rocks them to calms them down. The babies stop crying.She talks to the twins "Oh they are really cute I can't wait to get them matching onesies Granny Lois is gonna spoil you two rotten". Catherine laughs. Then she put the babies back into her daughters arms.A few days later Stan and Sherman took the twins to meet their 85 year old great grandmother Carren.She lived a long life and she will pass away soon.She has a strong feeling of deja Vu holding her great grandchildren, and she tells Stan that she hopes he can one day bring Stanford back.

Catherine and Michael took good care of their babies. The babies don't do much the first 3 months they eat,poop,sleep and repeat but their parents enjoy this period.After the babies are bathed and changed Catherine sits on a rocking chair in the nursery and nurses them. Dipper cry and Mabel start crying as well she hold them close and comfort them she sings baby mine softly .Mabel close her eyes and sleeps Dipper sleeps too they love each other but they love their mommy a lot.And she loves them both and that she gets to make them feel better and Michael and Catherine can't wait to raise their children to smart loving people she puts them in to bed. Mike comes in to see if she needs any help. She said she's ok they kissed.

The babies have their own brown cribs in the small nursery the walls have purple wallpaper on them a small yellow rug on the floor.The twins are wearing matching purple onesies

She sometimes dresses them it matching clothes.Mabel sleep in her crib she sucks her thumb she has a Mobile with gold stars on it.Dipper sleep sucking his blue pacifier he is tucked in to his crib his mobile has gold pine trees on it .Michael and Catherine’s parents and his uncle are more than happy to babysit they are happy to have a helpful family.They takes lots of pictures they are starting to sit up at 3 months old and giggle they both know it won't be like this for long.

[itzzaira]

Misa from Cabin 2 has made floating lanterns for the crafts, would you like one? @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Walking.

Was not as easy.

As Mikey remembered it being.

The poor turtle gasped, out of breath and leaning against a wall, trying to steady his shaky legs and catch his breath. After having cried himself out, Mikey had decided it would be best to just... leave. Stuck in his cabin until the craft fair was over. He was probably bringing everyone's mood down, and it's not like he was being useful. He couldn't make pretty crafts like everyone else and didn't want his family fussing over him when they could be having fun. So he would just. Stay inside. Keep Ice Cream Kitty company.

What the box turtle forgot was the fact he wasn't able to walk long distances on his own anymore. He was still too weak. Which, okay, fine, made sense- the reason however was stupid. Like seriously? He didn't do much! He just opened a mystic portal that almost killed him twice for Leo! And he didn't even do it on his own! No big deal.

Try telling his body that.

The turtle prepared himself mentally before letting go, and taking unsteady steps again. But once his legs started hurting with the strain Mikey decided it was probably for the best to take a break. So at the first shaded area he found, he sat down. Leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

...Oh, who was he kidding.

He wouldn’t get up for a while. So the box turtle could only pray his brothers wouldn’t notice his abs- Michelangelo.

His eyes snapped open.

He had promised Michelangelo to make bracelets and pass them around.

...

He grumbled, leaning his head against his knees. Michelangelo would understand. He was a version of him, he would get the idea. Tiredly, Mikey opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

Being greeted by many, colorful, floating lanterns.

His eyes lit up, forgetting his misery for a moment.

Blue, red, yellow, green, pink... every color floated around beautifully, decorating the ceiling with pretty sparkles, lighting up the cave, and matching with the crystals. Woah... how had he not seen the lanterns before? They were beautiful.

Now that he actually looked... Mikey saw many versions of them with the lanterns, laughing and smiling as they let the objects float into the air... getting the lanterns from a stall Mikey sat pretty close to.

"Hello!" He yelped at the sudden voice, flinching back and turning around. A young child dressed in red was standing in front him, holding a yellow lantern in her hands. Wait, she looked familiar... Misa! Right! The one who gave Raph that plush turtle. Mikey had been too tired to say hi. "Are you okay?"

"..." Mikey smiled softly. Aw. Oh that voice was cute. "Misa, right? I'm okay. Just tired."

She smiled brightly and held out the lantern she was holding. "Would you like a lantern? Misa made them herself!"

"You did?" He looked impressed, sitting up straighter and holding out his hands to grab it- but stopped, just before he touched the lantern.

...

His hands shook too much. It... would be best to not accidentally destroy the art she had worked so hard on. She Mikey lowered his hands, admiring the piece with his eyes instead. "It's very pretty! Did you make it all on your own?"

Misa giggled sweetly, and nodded. Mikey looked over the lantern again.

The details... the craftsmanship, the colors, the lights, how had she even managed to make them float-? And they glowed! The sun was painted on so nicely too. Oh they were so pretty. She had done an amazing job. "They're very pretty." He complimented. "Could you throw that one into the air for me? I can't do it."

Hey, he might not be able to make art anymore... but he could still appreciate it.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[problematicbots]

Winged Sentinel au 

Act 2: Snippet 7: Apologize 

Warning: Squeal to a fanfic 

Optimus entered the base, where he found his team, including Blurr, attending to Wasp on the couch with the exception of Bumblebee and Prowl.

As soon as Optimus stepped inside, Ratchet and Bulkhead approached him. They both looked up at Red Prime with their optics filled with wariness.

“did you find them” Asked Ratchet in concern as he placed a servo on Optimus's shoulder 

“Yes and they work things out-wait where are Bumblebee and Prowl?“ asked Optimus  

“oh jumped out of a window as soon as he saw Wasp “ uttered Bulkhead  “and Prowl went after him “

Optimus pincher his nonexistent nose and shook his head in annoyance at this: why can anything ever be simple

“Ugh of course he did, why wouldn't he”  sighed Optimus “Looked Sentinel is coming  soon to huh talk to Wasp about what happened “

Wasp immediately screamed and climbed on top of the fridge when he heard that Sentinel was coming.

“Wasp don't want to talk to blue meanie!, Wasp doesn't want to get hurt again, “ cried Wasp. “

“Wasp it's ok, I talked to Sentinel he’s not going hurt you I promise “ reassured Optimus  “he just wanted to talk that all I swear”

Wasp glared down at Optimus with distrust; however, Ratchet approached him and placed a comforting servo on Wasp’s servo, slowly calming the green bot down.

“Shh hey kid along if I am here I make sure that he doesn't touch you, got it” reassured Ratchet with a calming presence “You’re safe “

“Red medic promise?” whimpered Wasp.

“Yes, I promise, now get down from the fridge,” reassured Ratchet.

Wasp reluctantly agrees getting down from the fridge with Ratchet helping him softly get on the ground. 

The only thing left for them to do now was to sit and wait for Sentinel to arrive at the base. 

During the seemingly long wait that went on for nearly an hour, Sari began speaking to Blurr In a little conversation. 

“So you really can't run anymore, “ asked Sari softly.

“I- no “ muttered Blurr clutching his chest plate and looking ashamed 

“Don't worry, I can fix that!” smiled Sari, pulling out her key.

“A key?” questioned  Blurr narrowing his optics 

"Not just any key, Blurr, all spark gives it to her; it can fix everything, “explained Optimus. “I’m sure it can help you”

All spark created a key; Blurr wouldn't usually believe something like this; however, after everything that he had seen, he decided that it might be worth a shot.

“You know what sure why not” sighed Blurr wondering how much weirder this day became.

 Sari climbed onto his leg and put the key into his chest plate. From there, a blue light glow swirled around his body only to turn red and knock Sari away with the key widening everyone’s optics in shock. 

“Sari!” yelped Bulkhead gently, catching her before she hit the ground.

“Ugh, thank Bulkhead,” groaned Sari.

Bulkhead says, “You’re welcome,” towards Sari while everyone turns over to Blurr, trying to figure out what just happened.

“I’m guessing not normal, right?” assumed Blurr.

“i- It has never done this before, try running“ gulped Ratchet. 

Blurr nodded before getting up on his feet to try running yet unfortunately, his speed was slower than it was before making his optics widen in dread.

‘“I- It's even worse now..” choked Blurr falling on his knees in defeated 

Optimus and the crew looked at Blurr in sympathy, placing their servos on his shoulder in comfort.

“I'm sorry Blurr, I just don't understand why I didn't work” apologized Sari, feeling terrible “It always works 

“huh I guess I'm t-truly stuck like this.. forever ” stuttered Blurr feeling his spark getting stabbed through since he did have a little bit of  hope that it might work only to have it be shot down 

“We will find another cure for you, Blurr, I promise. “ Comforted Optimus 

Blurr was simply too stunned to respond to Optimus, preferring to stare at the floor as try progress the fact that a project all spark refused to heal him, which felt like another punch in the gut.

Suddenly Sentinel finally entered the base with Jetfire and Jetstorm by his side. For a moment, there was tension in the air as Wasp and Sentinel glared at each other. Wasp's optics filled with fear while Sentinel's optics tried to remain firm, although there was some underlying uncertainty there as he approached Wasp slowly.

Sentinel reached into his glove compartment, making Wasp immediately hide behind Ratchet, who gave Sentinel a disapproving glare alongside Optimus.

“Those better not be static cuffs in there boy” scolded Ratchet. 

“What, no, there are just forms, you old co-.” Sentinel was cut off by Jetstorm, and Jetfire glared at him, making him quickly reroute his sentence to something else as he took out the forms from his glove compartment to show that he wasn't going to cuff him.

“Huh, I mean you old coolo medic,” gulped Sentinel, trying to salvage the situation awkwardly. Although the twins didn't look convinced, neither did Ratchet, Optimus, or Wasp.

“forms? Sentinel, I ask you to apologize to him not make him sign paperwork” groaned Optimus 

“Yeah yeah I know it's just that I need him to sign this so  any charges against him can be dropped along with his arrest “ sighed Sentinel 

“Arrest?, Sentinel you were the one the one that threatened him” reminded Optimus narrowing his optics. 

When Optimus pointed out that Sentinel threatened Wasp, Sentinel once again felt his words spinning around as he began having visions once again with the offline Wasp replaced by a corpse, making him panic and back away as he grabbed his own faceplate.

This wasn't the only vision, Another vision this time of Ultra Magnus appeared behind Sentinel whispering to him to keep following protocol otherwise there would be consequences making  Sentinel inhale sharply before trying to shake out of it snapping back to reality. 

“W-will stop reminding me!” shouted Sentinel in a mix of anger and guilt making Jetfire and Jetstorm back away a bit along with Wasp “Look just let Wasp read and sign these fragging forms, it will explain everything “

“wait a minute Sentinel what exactly are in these forms”  asked Optimus suddenly taking the forms away from Sentinel to read them 

Sentinel attempted to grab the forms from Optimus, yet the red prime kept dodging him and using his hand to block Sentinel's face, which Sentinel didn't like at all as he began growling “Why you “ at the red prime, but  Optimus just ignored it and read the forms while Jetfire and Jetstorm are looking at each in worried. 

“HEY GIVE THOSE BACK, THOSE AREN'T FOR YOU TO READ!” shouted Sentinel trying to take the forms back Optimus 

In the forms it simply says this:

Under Elite Guard’s vow, the charges and arrest against the offender would be dropped with the retrial progressing as normally with static cuffs involved, and any  assaults I made against the offender in question as leader of the Aerialbots and subcommander of the Autobot sincerely apologize for by the signing of this document - Sentinel Prime ™.

Optimus couldn't believe this: did Sentinel seriously put his apology in a form? This got this to be the weirdest and dumbest thing that Optimus had ever seen his old academy buddy do considering he had seen him apologize to Jetfire and Jetstorm so what was the deal?

“Sentinel, did you seriously put your apology in a form?” Groaned Optimus 

“What I thought this might have killed two cons with one stone “ huffed Sentinel defensively 

“S-Sentinel what is the frag wrong with you!’ snapped Optimus catching  everyone off guard “You can apologize to Jetfire and Jetstorm perfectly just fine  but apparently you can't apologize to Wasp to save your own  aft!”’

“W-well That different-” Sentinel tried to defend him but Optimus cut him off

“How so? Because as far as I can see you are  hurting both of them and you're hurting me-” Optimus quickly covered his mouth when he accidentally mentioned himself “I mean huh Wasp..”

“Wait so this is personal after all!!” suspicioned  Sentinel  

“I-UGH! I NEVER WANTED THIS TO BE PERSONAL SENTINEL BUT YOU JUST HAVE TO AVOID RESPONSIBILITY AND BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING “ shouted Optimus  “DON'T YOU THINK I MISS HER TO?!”

This stunned Sentinel into silence and shock: he never knew that Optimus missed Elita too and this realization hit him like a truck but before he could say anything Optimus dashed out of the base in frustration leaving Sentinel’s world flip upside down while everyone else glance in confusion and concerns 

“Op-Optimus wait!” Yelped Sentinel quickly put the forms away and went after Optimus.

Sentinel kept running until he found Optimus inside of the alleyway sitting against a trash can with his sevros against his faceplate.

Sentinel looked at Optimus with hesitation before sitting next to him awkwardly and with barely anything to say other than that he didn't know. 

“I- didn't I-I never knew that you miss her”. Gulped Sentinel putting his arms around his legs.

“Of course I did, she was my friend too but I guess you never thought of that, did you?” whispered Optimus bitterly. “I never meant to leave her behind, you know sometimes I wish If I could I would save both of you... somehow “

That was true, Sentinel was so angry at Optimus about leaving Elita behind that he never thought about how the red prime felt about the situation at all.

“I-I missed her too, her laugh, her jokes, and her smile “ whimpered Sentinel grieving Elita

“Her dance moves and her dares,” added Optimus, grieving her too.

“ha yeah, She.. always somehow knows to make a room brighter “ grieved Sentinel.

“Yes, she did “ sighed Optimus “I just wanted to know..why you blame me for all of it.. I thought we were friends... I thought you at least cared a little to at least see that I was suffering too”

“i-I we were friends..I..at one point I did like you ... it's just that I didn't want to think that I really lost her..she was everything to me and now she's gone because of..a stupid fragging idea..“ choked Sentinel “but I guess she was everything to you and I didn't realize until it was far too late...I guess we both lost something that day”

Sentinel sighed before leaning his helm against Optimus’s shoulder which caught Optimus off guard yet he slowly accepted.

“I’m…sorry for leaving her behind” sighed Optimus. “And for the whole..ax thing,”

“I’m sorry too..for everything too...I guess I really did become your... Alpha Trion “ signed Sentinel “You know the big bad villain that gets in your way.

“Sentinel for the last time you’re not evil, an evil bot wouldn't exactly apologize for what they have done “muttered Optimus not believing that Sentinel was still on that whole evil thing “You can still make amends with Wasp, just apologize like you just did with me and the twins, no forms”

“You know he still has to sign these forms since assault is still assault “ sighed Sentinel.

“But huh I will apologize first if that's anything” sighed Sentinel  "But don't expect him to forgive me like we are in some kind of magical wonderland, got it? “

“Sentinel-” Optimus was about to groan in annoyance believing his academy buddy learned nothing until Sentinel cut him off.

Optimus couldn't help but shake his helm a little bit at the mention of a magical wonderland sometimes he doesn't understand what going through Sentinel's hard drive at all

“I-huh got it” sighed Optimus with a little laugh, never really understanding what Sentinel meant by that but could see that he was at least trying.

“Good Now let's get out here, this place gives me the creeps” exhaled Sentinel getting back on his feet and heading back to base.

This talk about Elite One makes Optimus wonder if he should tell Sentinel about Blackarahina yet remembering the destruction that Sentinel caused in Steelhaven, he decided that Sentinel had already been through enough so Optimus I shifted his attention back to the retrial since there were a few things that he worried about.

“Hey Sentinel about this retrial, I wonder if you could tell me more about it  ” questioned Optimus.

“Well what you expected with any other  trial, the defense team  have to convince the council and Elite Guard that guy is innocent while the procuration team try to throw him in the slammer you know that kind of thing “ explained  Sentinel 

“Is there any way you could put us on Wasp's defense team?” asked Optimus.

“Well Optimus I never knew you were the type to ask me to pull stings,” uttered Sentinel, a bit surprised.

“Wh-what I am not asking you to pull any strings I just want me and my team to help Wasp in any way possible, ok” stuttered Optimus defensively.

“Right because me as the sub commander of the Autobots putting a maintenance crew with no experience in law on the defense team is definitely not pulling any strings “ spoked Sentinel sarcastically with an optics roll.

“I- ugh look is there any way for us to help without any slings being pulled “ asked Optimus.

“huh well You and little crew could be on the jury but that's pretty much it” suggested Sentinel. 

“huh..Right, so who exactly is on Wasp's defense team, and who is against him? “ asked  Optimus.

“some bot called Smokescreen is the lead of his defense team  while another not called Huh Alchemist is against him, claims to be the best in the business but I doubt we have anything to worry about as long  as Wasp sign these forms “ explained Sentinel a bit  confidently “so he won't be held for another crime.... just the whole you know spy mix up”

“Huh, are you certain?” questioned Optimus, still a bit concern 

“Hey what are the chances that he did something else illegal so this retrial should be smooth sailing “  uttered  Sentinel thinking this was going to be the easiest part.

Optimus was still uneasy at this since he had a bad feeling in the spark that this wasn't as easy as Sentinel said that it was going to be especially since he didn't exactly like the idea of not being on Wasp's defense team yet jury is really the only option without looking shady. 

So the two prime once again entered base where they saw Blurr and Ratchet sitting down at a table playing cards on the floor with Wasp who immediately turned stiff at the sight of seeing Sentinel again while Blurr and everyone else looked on awkwardly.

“We're back, this time Sentinel wanted to talk to Wasp properly” announced  Optimus. 

“Huh right I leave you guys to it “ uttered Blurr awkwardly  getting up from the ground to make room for Sentinel to sit 

Wasp whimpered a bit in fear as Sentinel approached toward Wasp however Ratchet calmly placed a servo on Wasp's shoulder calming him down. 

“I won't let him do anything, kid “ reassured Ratchet standing as Wasp's bodyguard while comforting him. 

Sentinel took a deep breath and sat down across from Wasp at the table putting the forms onto the table. There was an awkward silence that you could hear a pin drop from here as the two states at each other in unease.

Wasp started at Sentinel's faceplate with suspicion before picking up the forms to read them with narrow optics before placing them back down on the table still glaring at the blue prime.

“Huh Wasp look I'm huh.. s-sorry about what happened “ gulped Sentinel acting like he was dying but the apology was genuine “Look I don't expect you to forgive me like we are in lolly land but just sign these forms so we continue this retrial and afterwards we don't have to see other faceplates ever again, got it .”

“How hold on what did you just call me “ glared Sentinel at Wasp scarring the Green bot when he slammed his servo onto the table and making everyone glare at Sentinel, especially Jetfire and Jetstorm who looked on in uneasy while Ratchet took a protective stand in front of Wasp.

“Wasp don't forgive Big Blue meanie but Wasp will agree to go to retrial as long as Bumblebee isn't around “ growled Wasp picking up a nearby pen.

Sentinel immediately backs off when sees the disapproval from Jetfire and Jetstorm which once again makes him see visions of the corpse Wasp making him panic so he to a sharp inhale to try to regain his composure.

“i-I mean just go ahead and sign and take your time” gurgled Sentinel trying to reroute his sentence to be less hostile “And huh this Bumblebee won't be anywhere near your trial”

Wasp narrowed his optics at Sentinel, growling at him a bit before signing all the forms. When Wasp was finally done signing the form he nervously handed it back over to Sentinel who quickly placed them back in the glove compartment before getting up ready to go back to Cybertron.

“Good now with that all settled, we can finally go back to Cybertron” uttered Sentinel, ushering the Elite Guard and everyone else to follow him to Steelhaven.

“Hold up Sentinel what about Bumblebee and Prowl they aren't back yet “ spoke up Optimus “And we can't just leave Sari here alone “

As soon as Optimus says that Prowl suddenly shows up covered in mud looking tired and that he's been through a complete nightmare, holding a struggling and yelling Bumblebee by the neck.

“Let me go! I have rights!” yelped Bumblebee trying to break free from Prowl’s hold while the cyber ninja looked like he was nearly about to snap.

Wasp hissed and glared at Bumblebee with intense hatred, feeling betrayed by Sentinel's lie about not being near his trial.

“Didn't blue mech say Bumblebee won't be anywhere near Wasp’s trial” hissed Wasp ready to activate his blaster.

“Wh- how was I supposed to know that he was going up now!?” growled Sentinel in annoyance “Ugh you know what, here's an idea Bumblebee here can stay with the tiny human while the rest of us can go to Cybertron to get this trial start, got it”

Wasp liked the idea of not seeing Bumblebee again and fully supported the plan, while Optimus was opposed to it. To him, it felt like Bumblebee was avoiding responsibility again, and he didn't like the thought of Bumblebee being on Earth by himself.

“Sentinel, we can't just leave Bumblebee behind, He needs to take responsibility for what he has done” protested Optimus. “He has to come with us...He can wait outside the trial and apologize afterward, Sounds good?”

“NO, I DON'T WANT TO GO!” whined Bumblebee. “I can just stay and hang out with Sari at base, like Sentinel said.”

“And Wasp doesn't want Bumblebee to be anywhere near Wasp’s trial!” agreed Wasp.

“For frag's sake, Optimus, just let him stay on that stupid organic rock! He can make his little amends with Wasp later" groaned Sentinel. "What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Look, Sentinel, I really don’t like the idea of Bumblebee being on Earth... alone with Sari...They tend to get into trouble,” sighed Optimus.

“All right then, the Cyber Ninja can stay to keep an eye on them,” suggested Sentinel. “There! Problem solved!”

“Yes, good idea! We'll go with that!” gulped Bumblebee.

“Ugh Primus not again..” groaned Prowl annoyed that was about to babysit Bumblebee again “but I suppose it's for the best”

Optimus glares between Wasp, Bumblebee, Sari, Sentinel, and Prowl before letting out a reluctant sigh.

“Fine” groaned Optimus, feeling like he was about to have a headache at this.

“Right now let's get out of here” huffed Sentinel walking out the base ushering everyone out with the expectation of Bumblebee and Prowl.

With that Bumblebee was finally put down by Prowl while Optimus and the rest crew said their goodbyes to Sari with Bulkhead promising to come back and give her gift from Cybertion when he came back. 

While walking out of the base Ratchet decided to talk to Jetfire and Jetstorm knowing that he was out of line with them earlier.

“Eh hey Jetfire and Jetstorm right” asked Ratchet “Eh I'm sorry about all that talk earlier”

“Look I don't forgive you but.. thanks.. for the apology anyway” sighed Jetfire with Jetstorm nodding along. 

Ratchet felt bad but he knew that it was fair considering how he acted earlier so he sighed before transforming into his vehicle once he was out of the base. 

After getting done talking to Ratchet, Jetfire and Jetstorm turn their attention to Sentinel Prime to have a talk him.

“Sentinel.. thank you for keeping my promise ” sighed Jetstorm “but… you almost scared me..and Jetfire back there ..I don't want you to do that again toward him ok”

“I-i huh not sure if I can.. exactly do that... Jetstorm…”  stuttered Sentinel knowing fully that would take an act of Primus to calm him down. 

“Please..at least try” exhaled Jetstorm. 

Soon everyone was on their way toward Steelhaven except for Optimus he couldn't stand the sight of Bumblebee dancing and celebrating avoiding responsibility so he backtracked to glare at Bumblebee. 

“Frag yeah staying on earth with Prowl and Sari! Best day ever!” celebrated Bumblebee with finger guns.

“Well, I hope you're happy Bumblebee because somehow the less responsible bot I ever know” muttered Optimus clearly pissed off. “One day guilt is going to eat you from the inside out” 

“Nuh huh I'm the  responsible bot I know “ declined Bumblebee “Right guys”

Sari, Prowl, and Optimus didn't respond to that at all leaving nothing other than silence to fill the air as Optimus leaves without another word leaving Bumblebee befuddled.

“What I am totally responsible!” yelp Bumblebee angrily.

“Yeah as responsible as a baby “shot down Sari with an eye roll while Prowl sniffed back a laugh 

Bumblebee really didn't like being called a baby so he decided that was going to try to prove Sari wrong with the worst idea that ever came up in his helm.

“Hey I’m not a baby and I can prove it! “ yelped Bumblebee waving his arms in frustration.

Bumblebee without any warning began dashing over to the exit of the base but Prowl blocked him with Sari.

“Just where do you think you're going?” asked Prowl with crossed arms looking at Bumblebee with a glare.

“Yeah Didn't you want to stay in base? “ added Sari copying Prowl by crossing her arms too.

Bumblebee groaned in annoyance knowing that Sari and Prowl wouldn't leave until he explained himself so he had to direct them somehow. He spotted a nest filled with eggs on a ledge getting him a idea. 

“Prowl look out that nest is about to fall” yelped Bumblebee shooting the side of the ledge causing the nest to fall off immediately

Prowl gasped and reacted quickly doing a backflip to save the nest from falling while Bumblebee made his escape with Sari trying to jump on him to stop him from leaving yet he was way too fast for her to catch up with as transformed into his vehicle and drive away disappearing into the distance.

“Ugh, can you believe him!” groaned Sari in annoyance.

Sari jumped on top of Prowl and two zoomed out of base in search for Bumblebee across the street of Detroit. 

“Come on we can still catch up with him” uttered Prowl putting the nest in a safe spot on a table before transforming into his vehicle mode.

They keeping searching for him until they spotted him jumping inside Steelhaven and quickly entering a vent when the doors shut and the ship flew off into the sky before Prowl and Sari could properly catch up with him.

“Oh great He’s gone,” huffed Sari, annoyed.

“This isn't over yet” uttered Prowl pressing his servo against his aduail ready to call Optimus only for it to glitch out due to the mud “I-i the connection seems to be slash”

“Well, frag” cussed Sari with crossed arms not believing her best friend would ditch her like that without even telling her what he was planning. “And to think I was about to make him another friendship bracelet”

Prowl comforted  Sari before taking her back to base where they tried other ways to sent messages towards the team hoping at least one them make it though since who knows what Bumblebee could be up to on that ship

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Steelhaven landed on a landing deck where Sentinel ushered everyone out including Bebop who was holding a jar of rain that he collected from Earth and Jazz spent a full minute to convince Sentinel that it wasn't dangerous. 

Once they step onto the surface of Iacon Optimus,  Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Wasp look on in astonishment at the changes that it has been through with seekers Autobots flying all over the place helping grounded bots meanwhile Blurr and Jazz deal with the Decepticon prisoners by letting a few guards take them to prison. 

“Woah it's almost like a dream” grasped Bulkhead looking around in wonder at the site as Sentinel showed off everything like a trophy.

“Welcome all the new and improved Cybertron that one and only Aerialbots help to build from the ground up” announced Sentinel can't help but brag about how great his unit the Aerialbots is.

Sentinel showed everyone the new charging around Cybertron while walking them towards Fortress Maximus when suddenly Sliverbolt came down from the sky bolting towards the blue prime in a panic however Sentinel was far too excited to show off the changes that he made to notice the fear in Sliverblot’s optics. 

“And here one of the members of the greatest unit in Cybertron right now “ bragged Sentinel putting his arms around the panicked Sliverbolt.

“Sir Punkrock and First Rate have gone missing! yelped Silverbolt in panic. "We sent a search party after them, but so far we haven't found anything!”

Bebop immediately dropped the jar of rain on the ground in horror hearing that his sibling was missing while Sentinel's proud face twisted into frustration. 

“My.. brother is missing” whimpered Bebop in pure fear while Jazz put a comforting servo on his shoulder. 

“WHAT! WELL KEEP LOOKING FOR THEM, THAT A ORDER “ shouted Sentinel. “AND I’M COMING WITH SO NOBODY ELSE GO MISSING “

“Yes, Sir” salutes Sliverbolt ready to go back into action

Sentinel was about to get ready to transform and soar out in the sky with Sliverbolt until Ultra Magnus appeared in front of them with a crossed face.

“I don't think so Sentinel, you’re not going anywhere until this trial is over with “ huffed Ultra Magnus. “As a reminder everyone in the elite guard must be present for the pre-trial preparation alongside the council”

“But Sir, my unit!” Protested Sentinel in frustration.

“I'm sure they will do just fine without your presence, now go to quarters with the rest of the Elie guard in Fortress Maximus and get ready, that's an order “ dismissed Ultra Magnus. “Unless you want to cancel this trial “

“But-” Sentinel was cut off by Ultra Magnus repeating “That's an order” but slightly louder this time. 

Sentinel gave Ultra Magnus a glare huffing a reluctantly “fine” before turning over to Silverbolt to order him and Bebop to keep looking for two missing Aerialbots with the rest of the unit which they agree to

Afterward, Sentinel along with the rest of the Elite Guard left toward their quarters to get ready for the upcoming trial leaving the rest of the Autobots feeling an uneasy tension in the air.

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Bumblebee rolled out the vents of Steelhaven onto the landing deck with a determined look on his faceplate.

“Responsibility city here I come “ puffed Bumblebee with pride “Wasp get ready for the best apology of a lifetime “

The mention of Wasp caught the attention of an old Silver and Golden mech who approached Bumblebee with interest as he slightly pulled Bumblebee into an area of iacon where nobody could see them.

“I’m sorry did you say Wasp, how do you know that name? “ asked the older mech towards Bumblebee

“Oh well-he used..he used to bully me” gulped Bumblebee suddenly less confident now.

“And you really want to say sorry to somebody who bullied you when you were the victim “ questioned the old mech. 

“You know what you're right! Why would I be the one to say sorry he was the one who cut my legs off! “ Huffed Bumblebee” I can't believe I came all the way here for nothing “

“Perhaps your visit isn't all in vain my friend, this could be your chance to finally stand up to him, all you need to do is put this in his drink“ suggested the older mech putting out a small piece of red Energon.

Bumblebee widened his optics in bewilderment at the red energon; he had no idea what this was at all and what it could do.

“Huh is that enegon?” asked Bumblebee 

“Not just any enegon, Red enegon..perfect for pranks..put this in his oil during the pre-trial preparation and you will never feel helpless ever again “ suggested the older mech “But make sure that nobody sees you with it ”

“Oh I get the perfect prank that needs to be unseen, I am in!” Bumblebee eagerly took the red energon “Thanks huh..what was your name?”

“Please call me Alchemist my friend and if you don't mind I have some business to attend to “ smiled Alchemist before disappearing into a nearby dim alleyway.

Bumblebee blinked a few times to make sure that he wasn't seeing anything since for a second he thought he saw Alpha Trion and Ironhide inside of an alleyway that Alchemist disappeared into only to find that the old mech and his former second bully weren't there in all the second time he looked properly

This was something strange going around here however Bumblebee couldn't see that since as far as he knew he was going to pull the ultimate prank of a lifetime not knowing the consequences ahead.

[astrid-sama]

Labyrinth of white roses

(Effie trinket x fem oc)

Chapter 2)

"Capitol City"

The station is full of journalists from the Capitol City who have come to film the departure of the tributes from the station, I'm happy I didn't cry before. Alexander on the other hand still has red eyes, I feel sorry for him, after all he is still a child; if Elia had been in his place he too would have cried.

The train is incredibly luxurious: the furniture is made of solid mahogany, the tablecloths are silk and the sofas are soft and comfortable.

We each have our own bedroom with attached private bathroom with hot running water, in district twelve we don't have hot water.

Effie told us that we can do whatever we want until dinner time, so I decide to take advantage of all this luxury, I take a long hot shower and I apply a berry scented cream on my body which makes my skin soft and fragrant; I decide to wear my green dress with white flowers again but I change my old boots with a new pair that I found in the wardrobe of my room and finally I tie my hair in a braid like the one Elia had done for me this morning.

Thinking about Elijah makes me sad, it reminds me that if I want to see him again I will be forced to kill; I think I wouldn't feel guilty if I were forced to kill to defend myself but the very idea of ​​having to kill scared children like Alexander makes me feel bad.

I leave my room and start walking towards the carriage where we will have dinner, I was hoping that walking would help me stop thinking but that's not the case.

When I arrive at the restaurant car there is only Effie sitting at the table.

-Darling you arrived right on time, come and sit down-

Effie invites me to sit in front of her and smiles at me.

A few minutes later Alexander and Haymitch also arrive and the Avox begin serving dinner.

As a first course we are served a delicious risotto decorated with wisteria flowers, as a second course we are served a cut of pork accompanied by various vegetables and finally they bring us some cakes filled with what I believe is chocolate.

When dinner is over I feel full like I've never been before and judging by the look of deep subscription on Alexander's face I can tell he feels the same as me.

Before going to sleep Alexander asks Haymitch for advice on how to behave as soon as we arrive in the Capitol, Haymitch replies that he will explain it to us tomorrow if he feels like it then grabs a bottle of whiskey and goes to his room.

I also go to my room and get ready for bed.

When I am woken up in the morning by an Avox I feel very tired due to the lack of sleep due to the constant nightmares I have been having.

After washing I put on a simple light blue dress that I found in the wardrobe and head to breakfast.

When I arrive, everyone is already there: Haymitch is pouring what I think is whiskey into a cup of tea, Effie is eating a pink muffin and Alexander is eating a bit of everything.

-Good morning darling, did you sleep well?-

Effie said smiling at me, "she has a beautiful smile" I think and I can't help but blush.

-I slept very well Effie-

In reality my sleep was downright terrible but Effie doesn't need to know that.

-I'm happy to know, we will arrive at Capitol soon and you will have to be in perfect shape for the tribute parade-

-Speaking of the parade, Haymitch told us yesterday that you would explain to us how to behave-

Haymitch looks away from his tea for the first time since we started eating and, far from happy, answers Alexander.

-Do you want some advice?! Smile, blow kisses to the crowd, make the citizens of the Capitol believe that you love them and that you are honored to be here-

-Do you have any advice regarding the Hunger Games? Should we try to ally ourselves with other tributes? What should we focus on during training? What is the weapon we should learn to use? -

-Girl, you're really trying to win, I like you. To answer your questions: the only solid alliance is that of the favorites but allying with them if you don't come from districts one, two and four is practically impossible unless you prove yourself incredible in training; During training you will need to balance practicing survival techniques with weapons training. Do you have survival skills or experience with weapons? -

-I know medicinal plants, I'm quite agile and I can climb practically anything but I don't think they are very useful skills-

Alexander seems very dejected, he already thinks he's done for. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it reassuringly, he turns to look at me and gives me a small smile.

-I know edible plants, I'm good with throwing knives and I'm really good with a bow I always hit my prey in the eye-

Haymitch hums thoughtfully, I hope it's a good sign.

-We have arrived, we will continue our conversation after the tribute parade in the meantime my first piece of advice is let the stylists do whatever they want with you, they know what they are doing-

Once we got off the train we were accompanied to the tribute preparation center, each tribute was assigned an entire staff with the task of making us beautiful for the parade.

I lie down on a metal surface, they massage my whole body and apply a lotion that makes my skin glow; at a certain point the trainers decide to remove all the hair on my body, when they're done, my body burns.

When I finally finish all the treatments I am taken to a room and told to wait for my stylist to arrive.

After a while a man with dark skin and a thin layer of gold eyeliner over his eye enters; in his hand he holds a garment bag in which I think there is my dress.

Usually for the parade the tributes are dressed to recall their district, for example the tributes from district one are often adorned with jewels; the tributes from district twelve almost always come dressed as miners and unfortunately this doesn't get us many sponsors; other times, however, the stylists decide that the clothes are overrated and leave the tributes practically naked, I remember that a few years ago the tributes of district twelve did not have a dress but had been covered in ash. "I hope I'm not naked"

-Nice to meet you, I'm Cinna your stylist. I decided to make you wear a particular dress that doesn't focus on the miners but on coal and fire-

"Oh no! I'll be naked for sure"

-The idea for your dress came to me when I saw you and the boy from district twelve. I thought about how different you two were, one with red hair and the other with black hair. Looking at you, coal and fire came to mind; you with your black hair will be the coal while the boy with his red hair will be the fire-

He opens the case and takes out a black leather suit. After putting on the pants and leather bodysuit Cinna has me put on some high boots with a small heel. Cinna attaches little pieces of coal to my dress which are covered in a thin layer of red glitter which makes the little pieces of coal look like they are glowing.

When I'm done getting dressed, I apply make-up: a little black eyeshadow with glitter, a red shaded eyeliner and a gloss with glitter.

-Now the final touch-

Cinna placed on my head a beautiful diadem with fiery red rubies.

When I can finally look at myself in the mirror I am left speechless.

"I'm beautiful"

The leather clothes bring out every curve of my body, the makeup makes my eyes appear a deeper blue, and the crown highlights the black of my hair. Without even thinking about it I hug Cinna, thanks to him I will be able to get some sponsors and my chances of winning will increase.

-Thank you Cinna, you are saving me-

When I see Alexander I notice that he is dressed similarly to me, but his crown is black.

Our stylists help us get on the bandwagon and wish us good luck.

Around us, there are the other tributes on their chariots: the tributes of district two wear armor that leaves little to the imagination, the tributes of district seven wear clothes made of leaves, the tributes of district nine wear a dress made of a fabric that resembles corn ears...

One by one the floats begin to advance and the crowd begins to applaud. Our wagon starts to move, I turn to look at Cinna and he motions for me to hold my head high and smile.

When spectators see us they shout our names and throw roses at us; I grab one and after kissing it I throw it back to the crowd and everyone tries to catch it.

"They're fighting about me! They care about that rose because I kissed it."

Continue to blow kisses to the crowd and smile until the parade ends and we are taken back to the preparation center.

Our stylists come to meet us, hug us and congratulate us.

Shortly afterwards Effie and Haymitch arrive and after congratulating us they accompany us to the elevators. Above us is the training center and above it are the living quarters of the tributes and their staff. Each district corresponds to a floor, ours is the twelve.

[pastel-omegas-blog]

oH- shit ye ye i remember him getting mc that red meat and it's nice that hybrid MC's family kinda cares for him and yeah bullying deffo sucks

Oh! And hmm let's say basically everyone that would go yandere for mc in the hybrid au went already...well yandere for him how would they show their jealous and how would they act?

Btw I'm June! If you remember me on Quotev lol ^^;;

Oh ~ time to introduce one of the love intrests. Ah sorry for not remembering

LEON

Jealous little fucker.

In school people think he's just helping the sheep so it's easy for him to be seen with mc without any backlash.

Infact if anything it boosts his popularity so he can easily get away with been loving to his love.

But because he has an image to uphold he can't just outright show his hatred for the person.

So he's just leaving his scent all over M/N, trying to keep him for extra study lessons. He's always trying to keep him to himself.

M/N is HIS.

And he's not sharing him with anyone! Still he's not going to be irrational and act out.

However, this doesn't stop him from spreading false rumours about a person, but if you know Leon by now this won't be enough for him.

No no no no~ if the Love interest is weaker than him in noble status and power he's getting rid of them.

Might even feed them to Mc if they irked him bad enough.

Will murder to get them out of his way and honestly him killing a rival or any other contender off is much merciful than if he keeps them alive.

The gods forbid he decides to toy with you alive.

Like his OG self, despite his kind facade he lacks morals, is not against hurting family members of theirs to prove a point.

But if they have a higher standing and are more power than him the lop bunny finds himself being obedient and threading carefully.

He hates it,but he knows when he has to bow his head.

If this happens to be the case well....

He's not against marking M/N. Filling him up with cute little kits.

Whether his little lamb wants it or not~

W...wait! Sir Evermore! S..stop please " M/N cried out as he was pushed down to cold tiled floor.

 His ears were pinned down as his e/c eyes widen in fear and confusion behind the locks of h/c hair hiding them.

 He didn't understand what was going on.

 One minute he was following Leon to the green house because the other had offered to help him with the flowers and the next the lop rabbit had pushed him down to the tiled ground once the doors were closed, unbuttoning his coat and trying to pull the fabric off the sheep hybrid.

 The wild look in his purple eyes reminded the h/c man of a rabid dog.

A Predator.

And he was prey.

 His mind went back to the red meat the blue haired omega had been feeding him.

 Was he going to be turned into red meat ?

 Had Leon grown tired of him already ?

 Was he that worthless now that he could only be served as food to predators ?

 His heart shattered at the thought as tears welled up in his eyes as he pathetically struggled against the larger omega.

 Did the other really not love him like he said he did ?

 A loud sob was ripped out of his plump lips as Leon pulled off the school coat revealing his body and most importantly his neck to the larger omega.

The sheep's kicking got more frantic, his mind going into flight mood, ignoring the cooing sounds of the larger omega trying to comfort him. Suddenly his senses where pushed into overdrive as his sensitive nose was forced to endure an onslaught of the larger omega's scent of strawberries and vanilla clogging his mind.

Cute~ " the rabbit hybrid purred out as he stared as the smaller man under him, enjoying the sounds of panic and confusion leaving his lips.

 He always like the dumbs ones.

Using the smaller omega's confused state to his advantage Leon adjusted his position, pushing a knee to spread the other's legs wool covered legs apart and holding his wrists to keep him in place, a slurred whine was what he got in response.

 Using his free hand Leon unbuttoned the other's collar, exposing the s/c man's pretty neck and scent patches around his scent glands blocking the sweet scent of warm  honey and ripe peaches ( the one that had been driving him crazy ever since he caught a whiff of it by an accident  ).

  Narrowing his eyes and clicking his tongue in annoyance, the rabbit hybrid used his free hand to peel away the offending material, letting out an animalistic growl as he basked in the sweetness of the other's scent.

Not wasting time the blue haired man lowered his face to the other's neck, licking the soft patch of skin, a soft groan leaving his lips at the sweet taste that coated his tongue, his cock getting hard and straining in his trousers at the moan that left the sheep's lips.

 He could ravage him later.

He paid no mind to his arousal focusing on the task he had at hand.

Using his free, Leon brushed away the hair covering his beautiful eyes " I'm sorry N/N..." the smaller omega still disoriented from the over flow of pheromones still somehow managed to perk up a bit at the nickname.

"... This is going to hurt a bit, but it's for the best ..... " The larger omega cooed out , opening his mouth to reveal tiny full fangs

The e/c man tried to make out the blurry images and the words he was hearing.

The functioning part of him didn't understand how Leon, a lop bunny-

A prey!

Could have so much power over him.

Prey was weak and couldn't fight back.

Then what was Leon-

" AH! " A high pitched pained scream forced it's way out of M/N's lungs, his body writhing around as he tried to push away the larger omega from him, but the rabbit wasn't budging.

The full ache of dull fangs digging into the soft flesh of his neck, he could feel the warm blood spilling down his neck, the hot white pain making tears run down his cheeks as blubbering nonsense left his lips.

Leon simply held him down as he forced his fangs to go through faster, hating how he was causing his lamb pain, but after a few more agonizing seconds it went through.

The mating mark was done.

Leon pulled away, ruby red droplets spilling down his chin as a few smeared across his thin peach lips. Purple eyes stared at the pretty bleeding mess underneath him.

His soft whimpers, his soft fuzzy ears pinned to the side of his face, his small brown horns shining in the gleam of the setting sun,his pearl like tears, the small droplets of blood spilling out of the two puncture wounds on his neck his scent had already started mingling with how own in a sweet scenting symphony.

He was his.

M/N was his now!

A crazed laugh left the rabbit's lips as the realization set in.

" Your mine now. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine ​​Mine . Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!   Now does bastards can't take you away from me " he said, licking away the blood coated around his lips, the taste making his heart hammer away in his chest.

It took a while for his high to calm down, but when it did Leon finally regained himself.

Acting like a barbarian was unbecoming of a student council member like him. Taking a deep breath the larger omega gently picked up his mate, the poor man had passed out, but Leon didn't mind.

He would heal his cute little omega all up~

Evian

Say hello to a new love intrest.

Evian von Merridew 

Even though this world has majority of the population being hybrids there are still other mythical beings, like Orcs, elves, goblin, dragons etc. The dragons and other full monster species that have a humanoid forms.

Evian is one of these species, a siren to be more specific.

SIREN~ ( this is my own explanation for the creatures in my universe )

They are all extraordinarily beautiful and have varying body build, but the most common are, mesomorph, Tall, slender, hourglass and muscular. ' chubby sirens are of course seen, but because of their species beauty standards they try to starve them selves to 'fit in' which is wrong, but sadly not enough light is being put on the matter. With their extraordinary beauty, being prideful is a normal thing and are viewed by society as the, epitome of beauty, along with some hybrid species, Vampires, elves, fairies, succubi  and other mythics, some hybrids also fall into this category.

Leon's beauty is on par with Evian

They have feline like eyes almost seem to glow in the day time which is more noticable in the dark and like the old tales humans used to tell in days of old, they have beautiful enchanting voices that lure others into a state of hypnosis, the older the siren the more experienced they are in using their voice to get what they want, but laws prevent them from doing as they please as abusing their power can get them punished. They have mild regeneration abilities and can heal small cuts and broken bones fairly quickly, but loss of a limb or an organ will not be replaced ( They can with the help of månå infused surgery ) and enhanced strength ( can lift things twice their body size, this can grow if the individual decides to hone and train themselves on it ). They age slowly as well and once they reach a certain age they stop physically ageing and can keep living  for over millenniums , the oldest age a siren has ever reached is currently unknown to other species.

They have three forms of physical transformation transformation

The first is their 'Marrow' form   

This is just a human form,  but their scales can still be seen on the side of their necks, arms and thighs. Their canine tooth are fang like and their finger nails are like claws and the tips of their ears are pointed like that of elves. They are most commonly seen in this form.

Have excellent vision great sense of smell, enhanced strength and are agile on their feet.

The second form they have is their  'Pure' form.

This is their birth form, and the form they change too when they are in a large body of water.  Their legs merge back together to form a beautiful scaly  tail, their fingers become webbed, the gills on their necks that had been formally closed reopen so they don't need to resurface all that often for air and more scales appear on their upper torsoe and face. Now instead of just their canines all of their teeth are now shark like and razor sharp.

Then their final form is the berserker transformation. 

*Note: not every species has a berserker mode *

In this form they lose their beautiful faces and become hulking masses of scaly bodies, their scales becoming tougher than steel and their bodies grow drastically in size. Ranging from twenty to sixty meteres in height. Their mouths are filled with rows of razor sharp teeth that become to big to stay in there mouths and end up peeking out of their lips, adding to their already terrifying appearance, their eyes grow bigger in size and the slits become tas thin as a line. Strange marking patterns appear on their bodies and begin glow ( each individual has different patterns unique to them. Like finger prints ). No matter what ' Do not approach at all '. In this state they lose all thoughts of rational thinking and will attack any that moves with no other intention  than to kill. And death by this creatures is not a good way to die. Though this rarely happens as they pride themselves in self control so full berserker transformation is never fully reached ( unless someone fucked the hell up ) and the punishment for doing can lead to capital punishment, and the punishments can be harsh ( I.e removal of fins, forcing one to stay in their Marrow form for the rest of their life ). They have a pre-berserker form which is the one they usually resort to when they start their violent spree. It's similar to their pure form, except now they've grown in size ( from 16 to 30 feet long ) their scales, becoming more jagged and pointed and their mouths are with filled with the same shark like teeth peaking out of their lips. They have the same patterns glowing on their skin that does a great job at making them look ethereal yet at the same time fucking terrifying. Their sense are increased by a tenfold, meaning they are faster, stronger, healed quicker, perfect hearing. Escaping from them would be near impossible in the water.

BIRTH: 

Sirens have two ways of giving birth. The first is Marrow Carrying. 

Marrow Carrying ( Humanoid birth ): this is the ' normal ' birth, where the siren parent gives birth to their pup through  labour.  Can have from one to six pups per litter and pregnancy in this form is six months

Hatchling:

In their pure form the omega and alpha mate.  On their tails their where the pelvic area is located, there  is a slit, where their sex organ is hidden. ( The penis, vagina and since female alpha's have penises hidden inside vagina comes out when erect in their Marrow form, but both are visible and are separate instead of one being in the other. This is reverse for male omegas, since they have wombs there's a small opening below their penises , where they can be impregnated. After the mating is done the carrying parent waits for a few weeks to ensure that an egg or eggs have been fertilized, then they can carefully release it from their wombs, the egg is about the size of a golf ball , it's colour is pure white, but one can see the outline of the pup growing, once this is done, the parent guards the egg protectively, usually they transform into their pre-berserker form to scare off any threats as they guard over the growing egg, not even going to look for food. After seven months the egg shell has become weak and translucent, showing the pup that has formed healthy and the baby breaks free from it's gooey shell prison been born. 

The Hatching process takes to much energy and time and the whole process happens in the deepest parts of the sea, with the starving of one parent and survival rate of the pup being really low because one parent can't continuously watch the egg,  letting sneaky predators have a free meal, so majority prefer the ' Marrow method '.

Cute note: siren babies are called 'Guppies'

Inter breeding with these species is only possible with Vampires, elves, fairies, a few animal hybrids and humans.

Alphas and omegas are mostly born into these species, with very few betas. Sirens prefer the more traditional partber role ( Alpha x omega) So in the  Siren hierarchy beta's are at the bottom of the power scale.

                       Dominant Alpha

                       Dominant Omega

                       Recessive Alpha

                       Recessive Omega

                              Beta

They have no influence and are not the strongest when in comes to hunting and their chances of been fertile enough to carry children are really low, since most miscarriages happen to beta female who have a forty five percent chance of carrying a pup full term without any complications. 

Beta's are easy to tell apart, while pretty their beauty can't hold a candle to their alpha and Omega counterparts, and their scales even though they glimmer in the sun rays are usually dull in colour.

Are omnivores, but majority of their diet is meat, and they have a taste for land animals more than seafood.  As sophisticated as they look and act, they have the most count of cannibalism in their species, though it has died down with the increasing age of technology and modern world thinking.

Sirens are seen as a mythical species so they are refered to as mythic's ( same goes to other mythical species )

 The image is his face claim, but I'll explain more to give sight on his siren looks.

Pale porcelain skin that resembles that of a doll. Golden coloured scales with aqua marine decorate the side of his face, arms, rib cage and thighs.

His eyes are three colours the outer part of the iris being gold, the inner is aquamarine and the center being silver. Thin red glossy lips that's always pulled usually in a straight line.

Is a recessive omega, but is Pretty than a lot of dominant omegas in his empire.

Scent is cherries and lime

Other than having pretty privilege and damn plot armour he's born into a Grand duchy.

The Merridew Grand duchy is one of the founding families of the Empire and are on par with the Vermillion grand duchy and the L/N ducal family.

He knows M/N since they had play dates arranged between them as children.

He honestly had no interest in the sheep hybrid as they were growing up.

He's a siren so he technically he's a predator.

He's strong. He's even stronger than most since he's a prodigy.

The very best of the best.

He has no need to make friend with weak  prey.

That doesn't automatically mean he gets along with Marrav.

He detest the lion hybrid as well, the alpha is to cocky and annoying.

That's how the relationship between the two is just going to be at first. Two people who were forced to have play dates together as children and grew apart as they got older

Has an aloof personality and doesn't really care much for things he deems as a waste of his time. 

Tied with Leon as being one of the prettiest omegas in school.

Has a fanclub, but cult would be the right word with how they all religious worship him. He doesn't pay them much attention but it does boost his ego.

Also having minions ready to do his every bidding makes getting materials he needs for things a whole lot easier.

As a siren he has a soft enchanting voice they make people focus their attention on him and listen to his every word without protest.

Evian is a member of the student council and he's the head of the månå/ månå life studies and potions department. He's a prodigy at månå manipulation yes, but he prefers creating potions since it makes things a lot easier.

This potion making is what builds a road for him and M/N to interact.

He needs a particular ingredient for an elixir he's working on. A very rare red rose with gold tips.

And he can't find the damned thing anywhere.

Not even the black market, it's understandable because it takes good portion of ten years for the flower to bloom and during those years one has to constantly check and make sure it's receiving the right proportions of sun light, water and special månå fertilizer. Any small mistake would kill the flower and all progress and money would be gone for nothing.

He just didn't think that people would completely abandoned it! 

He has his minions working day and night to find it and after three months they do. it's been right under their noses the whole time.

The schools resident outcast has been growing them by himself in one of the academy's many abandoned green house.

He had paid a dark guild so much money for something under his nose.

The siren would be pissed off at first, but he'll brush it off. Since it's the pushover sheep that has one it'll be easy to collect it without spending anymore money.

Or so he thought.

Firstly finding the sheep hybrid is a surprisingly hard thing. The smaller omega is good at keeping himself hidden and is never in one place for long so it takes at least two weeks to track him down.

When Evian has finally managed to corner him the sheep hybrid refuses to give him one.

That blond can't forcefully take it, because M/N's family is the one backing him up for the project and he knows first hand how protect they can be, so he tries to buy it.

The sheep still have refuses and it takes a lot for him to not lunge and growl at the smaller man for being so stubborn.

M/N understandably won't just give away something that took his sweet and blood to grow so easily, especially since he only managed to successfully grow only fifteen, but Evian is at his wits end.

' " I thought we were friends. Friends help each other that's why I came to you " the blond said as he stared down at the smaller man with frustrated eyes.  His nails had started digging into the soft skin of his palm as a last ditch effort to calm his nerves down so he wouldn't attack the prey in anger.

He hated how he had stooped so low to this. Begging this inferior thing for something and he had the audacity to deny him of it.

What made things worse was he couldn't get a good grasp on the omega's expression because of his hair was covering his eyes. He was sure the bastard had a smug look on his fa-

" W... we're f.. friends ? " The question and hesitant voice made Evian's snap out of his thoughts.

Multicolored eyes watched how the smaller omega fidgeted in the spot he was standing, his fluffy wool ears twicthing slightly in nervousness as he nervously played with his fingers.

' oh ? '

" Of course we're friends! " The taller omega insisted suddenly moving forward to grasp the other's hand catching the sheep of guard.

" I know I've been really busy and haven't hanged out that much, but I really mean it when I say your my friend. We've been friends since we were guppies and kids haven't we ? " The blond man asked giving the sheep a pitiful look.

" Y...yes we h..have " the h/c man agreed wincing slightly when the other tightened his grip. " So you'll help me right ? " The omega said, leaning in closer, a red lips stretching into a small smile when the h)c  sheep hybrid nodded his head. 

" Thank you M/N your such a good friend " '

And just like that without wasting money he Even gets what he wants and one would think that's where their interaction will end.

Not. In fact it sort of becomes a game for him. How much can he take from the sheep omega by calling him his friend.

He obviously has no real interest in the smaller omega, he just wants to see how he can play him or just how much the other will bend to his whims for the sake of the ' friendship ' between them. And the siren soon finds out the he will do a lot.

From giving him precious herbs for free to being a lab rat for his potions and elixirs to even.

" The blond shoved his tongue deeper down the smaller omega throat, wanting to get more of his sweetness on his taste buds, his hands busied themselves on the other's body. One rubbing soothing circles on hips while the squeezed the soft flesh of his ass  occasionally pulling on his fluffy tail.

Ignoring the hands lightly tapping on his chest Evian continued to indulge himself, he only pulled away when the man started to go limp on his laps.

The siren stared at his cute little ' friend ' who was pitifully gasping for air. The h/c bangs that usually covered his eyes has been pulled back to reveal pretty e/c hues, a deep red blush dusting his s/c cheeks.

His plump lips were glossy from both their saliva being mixed together and slightly swollen from the bruising kisses he had been subjected to earlier.

His ears were pinned down by the side of his head giving him an even more submissive and timid look, the collar of his shirt and a few buttons had come undone, revealing the blooming hickeys and bite marks that decorated his neck and collarbone, the sweet scent flooding of him in waves and mixing with his own of cherry and lime.

The larger omega could feel the poor sheep's his hard cock pressing against his stomach struggling in his pants.

Evian hadn't meant for things to get this heated, but recently he had noticed the h/c sheep hybrid spending more time with that annoying lop rabbit and hadn't even been making time for him. He even had his disgusting scent all over him.

Evian wasn't jealous or anything.

How could he be jealous of prey interacting with one another ?!

He just wanted to remind his ' friend ' who he was supposed to spend more time with.

The siren let out a small moan as he felt his own cock struggle in his pants, but he had to be patient for now.

He needed to remind his pretty little omega that he was the only friend he was supposed to have '

Evian would sooner die than publicly admit he has feelings for M/N. He's not against showing him affection in public but he's sure as hell won't use his mouth to say it.

Uses his family's connection to break the engagement between M/N and Marrav so he can keep the little sheep hybrid for himself.

Is manipulative and controlling so he's going to make the h/c man his perfect little spouse. Uses magic to watch the sheep's every move.

As for dealing with other love intrests, he either sells them off to the black market or have his minions deal with them, but personally he doesn't like bothering himself with things that would make him handle ' unpure ' creatures.

Though if the Love interest in question pushes him far enough he will.

Hope you like this

[rhythymicwriting]

Soul ~ Simeon

MC sat in their room, lazily scrolling through Devilgram when the text came in. It was from Simeon.

"I need help. Can you meet me?"

They quickly shot back a reply. "Of course. Where are you?"

"Woods outside town. North side. Bring pants please."

Pants? And what's he doing out there? MC quickly got ready to go, stuffing a fistful of bandages and antiseptic into their mini backpack. They rushed as fast as they could to Purgatory Hall, banging on the door until it opened. 

"MC? What's wrong?" Luke asked. The boy seemed to have just woken up. It was then that MC realized what time it was. Why in the hell was Simeon out in the woods at midnight?

"Sorry to wake you up, Luke. I need to grab a few things."

"Sure, come on in," He said, stepping aside. "By the way, have you heard from Simeon at all? He left last night and didn't come back." He asked, following MC to the mentioned male's room. 

"Sure did. I'm going to get him now," They said, giving Luke the best smile they could muster. They didn't want him freaking out. MC opened two of Simeon's drawers before they found the one his pants were in. Every freaking pair was either pearly white or stained with paint. If he can't keep them clean, why does he pick that color? MC wondered. 

"Alright, Luke. I've got to get going. Go back to bed, Hun." They said, stuffing a pair of pants into their bag. 

"Okay..." Luke dragged, clearly wondering what they were doing. 

MC bolted out of Purgatory Hall, running as fast as they could down the cobble streets. They hadn't run this much since middle school. 

A strange trail of multicolored paint ran off the road as they neared the mouth of the woods. MC curiously followed the trail, but it stopped in the ditch. Then, they noticed splotches of different colors deeper in the trees. Splashes of greens and blues colored tree trunks, little pieces of colored plastic stuck to them. It almost looked like water balloons. A groan drew MC's attention. They flinched at the sound, but decided to investigate it. Pushing through a tight wall of greenery, they gasped. 

Before them lay a scene that paralleled "Carrie." Blood red stained the ground, various shades strewn throughout the clearing. Spatter dotted up the trunks of trees, drawing the eye up to the canopy where empty red buckets swung. Liquid still dripped out of them, splashing as it hit the damp ground. 

Greens and orange and blue streaks in the red drew MC's attention to a figure leaning against a nearby tree. Almost camouflaged into the massacre sat Simeon. 

Red paint dripped out of his hair, blues gathering in his right eye. Green and orange streaks ran down his shoulders and chest, spattered in the same way as the trees they'd seen on the way in. The water balloons were meant for him. 

He had draped several leaves over his pelvis in an attempt at decency. Other than his tattered body suit, he was naked. Bruises were scattered across his body, gathering near his stomach and head. A large gash on his cheek bone poured blood down his face, the liquid dripping off his jaw. A deep scrape adorned his left shoulder. His right hand supported most of his weight as his left clutched at his ribs. 

"H-Hey." He mustered, groaning as he tried to straighten up. 

MC rushed to his side, pulling off their backpack as fast as they could. "Holy shit, Simeon. What happened?" They exclaimed, frantically trying to clean off some of his blood. 

"I'm not a lot of people's favorite person." He mumbled, hissing as they sprayed antiseptic on his cut. 

"Shit, sorry." They said, setting down the bottle and began unwrapping a butterfly bandage. "Who did this to you?"

He smiled bitterly. "A better question might be who didn't. It felt like there were hundreds of them. Ah fuck!" He cried. MC ripped their hand back from his ribs, shock coursing through their veins. His eyes were drawn tight as he tried to settle his breathing. "Sorry, ugh..."

"Its-uh. It's okay." They murmured. They had to admit, hearing him curse like that was kinda hot. They moved to a scrape on his shoulder, placing smaller bandages. "Why would they?"

He exhaled, his breath shaking. "I don't know...They said it was what I deserved. They told me to go home." 

"Because you're an angel..." MC whispered. That made sense. They remembered what the brothers told them it was like, to be an angel in the Devildom. It was really hell. MC thought back to his wardrobe in Purgatory Hall, to drawer dedicated to pants and shawls and shirts stained with various colors or torn. He wasn't clumsy. Someone else did that. "This isn't the first time, is it?" They asked, agitation lacing their words.

He hesitated to answer, "...No. It's not."

"Why?"

"I thought if I let them take it out on me, they'd leave everyone else out of it. Luke has come so far, I don't want them to ruin that," He breathed. "I couldn't live with myself if he got hurt."

MC thought of the boy angel back at Purgatory Hall, the worry in his face. "He asked me about you. He's worried."

Simeon winced, trying to push up off of the tree. MC's hand shot to his shoulder, hovering above his torn skin. "Augh, he can't see me like this."

"Whoa whoa hold on." MC panicked, placing a hand on his back. "We'll take you to the House, just don't push yourself too hard."

He turned a strained smile to them, grimacing as he tried to get up. He couldn't make it farther than his knees, the leaves cascading off of his thighs. MC pulled one of his arms over their shoulders, letting him lean most of his weight on them and helped him stagger to his feet.Once he could stand on his own, they rummaged through their bag, handing him the white pair of linen pants. He thanked them and attempted to put them on, but he could barely bend forward or lift his leg, the pain exploding in his abdomen. 

"I've got it. Just don't make this weird," MC joked, taking the pants from him. He lightly laughed, clutching his ribs again. MC carefully guided each of his legs through the pants, letting him pull them up the rest of the way and fasten the waistband. When he was somewhat decent again, MC slid his arm back over their shoulders, helping him hobble through the woods. 

The pair made their way through town where a few demons mingled on the sidewalks. A collection of gasps or giggles sounded as they were noticed. MC felt an anger bubbling back up in them that flared with each strained breath Simeon took. 

"H-Hold on." He breathed, leaning further onto them. He coughed, his hand digging into his hurting ribs. "Ow..." 

"You okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, I just need to...catch my breath..." He panted. 

"Take your time." MC soothed. They watched sunlight stream through windows, warm oranges and reds glowing above them. The clouds almost seemed to run from the rising sun, an abnormality in the Devildom.

"Okay, I think I'm good." He said, fresh determination in his tone. 

"Alright." MC said, taking a small step forward. The pair continued on their way, eventually reaching the House. "Oh shit, how are we gonna get you in there."

"Sneak me in through your window." 

"That's cute, Romeo, but you can't even walk alone." They laughed. He chuckled weakly, pushing his face into their shoulder. "We're gonna have to just go in the front."

"Okay..." He whispered. Fingers crossed, most of the boys weren't up yet. It might be early enough that only Lucifer was downstairs.

As the pair stumbled through the door, they heard the grumbling of the coffee pot in the other room, but no other sound. MC shushed Simeon, trying to hobble past the kitchen door quietly. As they trudged past it, MC locked eyes with a confused pair of ruby ones. Shit.

"MC? What is this?" Lucifer questioned. 

"Um..." They froze. 

"Good morning, Lucifer. Please pardon the intrusion. I ran into some trouble and MC was kind enough to help me." Simeon interjected.

"Right, well then... I hope you know we'll be discussing this later." He said. MC had never seen Lucifer that dumbfounded before. 

"Naturally." Simeon said, forcing a polite smile before he urged MC forward again. They led him to their bedroom, hurrying to the attached bathroom. They sat him down on the toilet seat lid, he winced at the movement. 

"Sorry," They mumbled. They moved past him, putting the plug in the tub drain and drawing a bath. 

"Thank you, MC. Really."

"It's no trouble, Simeon." They said, smiling softly at him. He tried to return it, lips curling  halfheartedly under his grim expression. They turned back to the bathtub, pouring lavender scented soap under the running faucet. Bubbles immediately began emerging from the water, their sweet smell filling the room. MC moved between the tub and the cabinet, pulling down a washcloth and towel for him. "While you get cleaned up, I'll go see if Lucifer will lend you a new shirt. I think he's about your size." They said. 

"Okay, thank you" He muttered.

MC gave him one last bittersweet smile before they left. They made their way to the kitchen. "Hey, Lucifer?" 

The ravenette looked up from his book, a mug of steaming coffee in his other hand. "How can I help you, MC?" He questioned, marking his page and setting the book aside, giving them his full attention. 

"Do you have a shirt I, or Simeon, could borrow, please?"

He paused for a second, seemingly caught off guard by the request. "Probably, as long as you get it cleaned and returned to me." 

"Yeah, sure." MC agreed. They followed him to his room and into a massive walk-in closet. He led them to a smaller section that was full of blank t-shirts. He pulled out a random one and handed it to MC. 

"Will that work?" He asked.

"I hope so. Thanks." They said. 

"You're welcome." His lips smiled, but his eyes didn't. It always gives MC the creeps when he did that. 

They hurried to back to their room, making a beeline for the bathroom. They knock softly on the door. "Simeon? How's it going in there?"

The sound of water sloshing and his pained groan answered first. "I'm okay."

"Can I come in?" 

"Uh I guess?" He replied. MC opened the door. He stared at them from the tub, his cheeks subtly glowing rose. Bubbles came up to his belly button, concealing anything 'private.' MC folded up the shirt, setting it on top of his pants. They looked over his torn bodysuit. 

"Are you gonna want to keep this?" They asked. It didn't look fixable. 

"Probably." He answered, shrugging. 

"Fair enough." MC laughed halfheartedly. They turned to face him. He had cleaned much of the dirt and blood off of himself, but he couldn't reach anything higher than his eyes. MC took the washcloth from him, kneeling beside the tub. "May I?" 

"Um sure." He said. They gently wiped at the mud and paint on his forehead. He stared at them, lost in his head. "Hey, MC," He started. They hummed. "Should I just go back?" 

They pulled away from him, eyebrows furrowed in question. "Well, I just..." He tried to explain himself. "If me being in the Devildom is going to cause problems, maybe I should just leave. Is it even worth it anymore?"

"You being here is doing more than you might think. The brothers went through that too. You're part of a change, Simeon. If you run away, they win." MC said, returning to cleaning his face. 

"I guess you're right... but God, its so hard." His voice faded, tears gathering on his waterline. "I can't take it anymore." He whimpered. His head fell onto MC's shoulder. They set a hand on his cheek, hushing him. 

Something dark in their peripheral caught MC's attention. Their stomach tied in knots as their eyes drifted down his side, landing on the damage. His entire left side was purple and black and red. A section of his ribs was sunken in, cuts ran along his figure, outlining the concave surface. MC's breath caught in their throat, nausea building up in their chest. 

"Oh God." They murmured, making Simeon look up at them. 

"I didn't think it was that bad." He said, knowing instantly what they saw. 

"Simeon, we need to take you to the hospital. Now." MC said, recoiling from him. 

They left the bathroom, letting him get dressed. It wasn't long before he called them back in. They opened the door to see him shirtless, standing sheepishly with the shirt in his hand. "Did it not fit?" They asked.

"I uh... Don't actually know yet. I can't get it on."

Right. They remembered. He couldn't lift his arm. MC helped him put the shirt on. It ended up being a perfect fit. They helped him hobble back out of the bathroom. "I think I can walk alone," He said, his voice tense.

"Okay, I'm always here if you need a moment." MC offered. He ended up doing pretty well, still needing a break every once in a while to catch his breath. MC led him back to the kitchen, finding Lucifer back in his book. "Lucifer," They said, their tone firm. Said demon looked up at them, his eyes harboring mild annoyance. "He needs a hospital, right now." At that, Lucifer's face softened. He nodded, immediately taking the two out front. The three piled into Lucifer's car, Simeon and MC taking the backseats. 

Within minutes, they had reached the Emergency Room. They rushed Simeon in, Lucifer approached the desk. Simeon erupted into another coughing fit, leaning on MC for support. They wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him up while he tried to catch his breath. 

"I'm sorry, but we don't serve Celestials." The receptionist said. "You'll have to take him elsewhere."

"What?" Lucifer growled. "What the hell does that mean?"

"They present a risk to our facility and we cannot serve them. We don't want to expose our patients to whatever they might be carrying."

The shock of the rejection ran through all three of them. Fury bubbled up in both Lucifer and MC, flaring even more at the snickers of other patients in the waiting room. 

"Are you fucking kidding me, Lady? Whatever they might be carrying? He's not a fucking raccoon! His fucking ribs are broken!" MC shouted. 

"That's our policy. Yelling at me doesn't change the rules." She spat. 

MC wound up to argue again when Simeon took their hand. "It's okay, we'll just go somewhere else." He said softly. MC's eyes were wide. They stared at him, nodding dumbly and letting him coax them out of the hospital. Lucifer's furious form stomped after them, he made a point of threatening the woman before they left, assuring her that Lord Diavolo would be hearing about these 'policies.'

MC let Simeon settle into his seat before walking around the car and getting in on their side. He reached over and took their hand again. "It's okay. It's gonna be okay."

MC felt a little embarrassed hearing him of all people say that. They weren't the ones with broken ribs being denied treatment because of their race. Regardless, they took his hand and rubbed little circles on it with their thumb, their anger still simmering. 

Lucifer finally got in the car after a long yelling match with a couple of security guards. He sighed as he sat down. "I don't know if there's a hospital in the Devildom that will take him. Most of them are under the parent company and they all follow the same policies." He said, frustration embedded in his tone. 

"Shit, you're serious?" MC questioned. 

"Unfortunately." Lucifer muttered. "I'm sorry, Simeon, but we might have to send you back to the Celestial Realm."

MC's heart dropped. If he goes back like this, the exchange program might be shut down. They might never see him again. 

"I see..." Simeon dragged. 

Lucifer drove them to Purgatory Hall, Simeon deciding he had to explain himself to Luke. He insisted on going alone, even though MC followed him to the door. They brought him in for a hug, apologizing profusely. He softly laughed, returning the hug. 

"Don't apologize. Thank you for all of your help." He smiled warmly at them and placing a gentle kiss on their cheek before he disappeared into the Hall. 

MC solemnly made their way back to the car, climbing in the front seat. They sunk into the leather, moping the whole ride home.

A few days later, they were called to the Council Room of RAD, and emergency meeting about the exchange program. 

"It is still up for discussion with the Human World branch of the program, but this exchange program may end sooner than we'd planned." Lord Diavolo announced. "After a recent incident with one of the exchange students and several of my own, the Celestial Realm has decided to withdraw from the program for the safety of their students. When the situation was explained to me, I agreed with them and I have encouraged the Human World branch to follow suit. Ultimately, the decision to leave is yours, but know that the program itself is likely to be dissolved." 

MC's heart sunk. "Oh, MC," Lord Diavolo continued. "They also sent a letter for you."

They gingerly pulled up the wax seal that was stamped with a gold leafed fleur de lis. Inside was a hand written letter, written in painfully familiar handwriting. Tears dripped onto the paper as they read.

Dear MC,

I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to you in person. I'll miss you dearly and I want you to know that you have dominated my mind for so much of this year. It almost feels like you live there. 

I am so grateful for your friendship and your kindness. You were there for me at one of my lowest points and I will never be able to thank you enough. You are truly the most beautiful soul I have ever known.  I have never truly come to terms with how you're human. You shine brighter than so many angels. I'm convinced you've just been lying to me. 

Though we may not see each other again, I wanted to tell you just how much you truly mean to me. I mean it when I tell you I will never forget you. You are present in my every waking moment. Thank you for everything. 

With all the love in my soul,

Simeon.

[nakitengoku]

oc interview: 💙Vex💙

Shoutout to @mail-me-a-snail for tagging me in this post and also egging me along with getting into Cyberpunk 2077 and subsequently creating Vex 💫

(I don't have a single good photo of Vex so you instead get the Compilation of sillies I've drawn, many featuring Snail's Vance!)

💙 Name?

"Name's Vex, but call me anything you like."

💙 Nickname?

"Some people used to call me V, but that was a while ago."

He used to be called Ghost when he was younger, being able to slip into the background unnoticed at any moment, but he later grew out of that. When he eventually adopted the name V, it was less of a nickname and more of a stage name. It's mostly forgotten now, but some hardcore fans will still recognize and call him V.

💙 Gender?

"Prettyboy 💖"

💙 Star sign?

"Oh, I used to be really into these! If I remember right, My sun and moon are both Libra. Missy could probably tell you more about what that means though."

I decided to take one out of Max's book and use the first time i drew him as his birthday, which if we're going by the absolute first concept, was September 26, 2022. He's changed a Lot since then. Also, reading up on libras with Vex in mind is just 💥

💙 Height?

".....5'8."

He's actually 5'7 and a half.

💙 Orientation?

"Anyone able and willing. Why, you interested?"

If he cared enough about labels, it'd probably be pansexual. But by the end of the day, he doesn't really care what he gets called. As long as he gets what he wants out of it, anything's fine.

💙 Nationality/Ethnicity?

"White."

💙Favorite Fruit?

"Oh man, okay so I've only had it once at an after party forever ago, but it was this round, redish purple thing. When I bit into it, it was a little tart at first, but the inside was such a sweet taste that I was in heaven. By the time I finished and threw the pit away, there were no more left and I nearly cried. I haven't seen it since and I can't remember the name but man. Best organic thing I've ever tasted."

If you give this man a plum, he'd kill someone for you. Which isn't a lot given that that's his job, but still. He'd do it without expecting to be paid in money.

💙 Favorite season?

"Fall, for sure. While I was in Atlanta, they had these parks with trees that would change their colours to these gorgeous shades of reds and oranges. God, kinda makes me wish I could grow something like that here."

I don't actually know the plant life in Nevada or how much the temperature differentiates between the seasons in Night City, but I imagine that what shrubbery they do have there have leaves that are always green or simply non-existent. Vex saw a plant change colour outside of blooming and immediately fell in love with it.

💙 Favorite flower?

"Officially, Lilacs. But between you and me, I'm very partial to forget-me-nots."

He used to be gifted Lilacs all the time during his first career by Jonathan, his producer, but Vex always found himself enjoying the little forget-me-nots that acted as accent flowers than the actual lilacs themselves.

💙 Coffee, tea or Hot chocolate?

"Hot chocolate. Although, I will drink coffee in a pinch."

This man has the biggest sweet tooth. The amount of sugar he puts in his coffee before he chugs it down for the caffeine should be illegal. [I cannot judge bc I am the same way <3]

💙 Average hours of sleep?

'We talking Mean, Median or Mode?"

It varies so much that the actual average ends up being about 6, but um. Do not be fooled into thinking he's actually sleeping 6 hours every night. Think more along the lines of several all-nighters followed by crashing super hard for a day or two.

💙 Dog or cat person?

"Oh, a cat person. I'm just not home enough for a dog."

💙 Dream trip?

"I saw a pamplet once of Crater Lake in Oregon. It was something about the ten deadliest lakes in the world or something, but I'm just into how Blue it is. If I could, I'd visit the rest of those lakes too, but. Eh, I doubt it."

💙 Favorite Fictional Character?

"Hmm, it's a toss up between a side from this really long and old comic from the 2010's and the protagonist from a just as long manga from the 2000's. I think their names were Kanya and Ruffy? It's been 15 years though so don't quote me on that."

It's Kanaya from homestuck and Luffy from One Piece. He likes Kanaya because of her fashion sense and her dealing with the responsibility of her entire species on her shoulders. And he likes Luffy for his optimism and stubbornness. At one point, he imagined finding friends like Luffy did, being surrounded by so much devotion. The reasoning has since faded and he just barely remembers much about them now.

💙 Number of Blankets you sleep with?

"Eight. I like the weight and warmth."

His AC bill is through the fucking roof but he refuses to take a single blanket off, instead insisting on just making the rest of the room freezing. Giving him a weighted blanket wouldn't fix it, but he'd probably go down to five instead of eight.

💙 Random fact?

"When i was really little, my mom used to take me to a church. Don't think it exists any more, but I remember the Stain glass windows, how the light shone through and fell onto her. In normal lighting, I remember her looking pale a sickly, but once a week, with a statue of a half-god watching over us, my mother glowed. She was gorgeous.

"Anyway, I stopped going after she died. For a while it was because I never remembered what day it was, but later it was because I realized I only ever went to see my mom glow."

~~

Thank you for tagging me, Max! This was much longer than what i thought when i was getting into it but I'm still glad I did it.

I can't think of anyone specific who'd want to do this, so if you see this and want to give it a try, please do and tag me! I'd love to see your little blorbos :)

[doodle-nerd]

Hey, buddy!

Have you seen the TOH finale?

What are your thoughts on it?

Hi!

Yes, I watched it yesterday and I totally love it. It was an emotional rollercoaster, I cried a few times and then smiled wide to the screen-

I totally LOVE all of the future designs DAMN LOOK AT RAINE THEY LOOK SO AWESOME (also can we talk about them and Eda switching earrings? I love that little thing). LOOK AT HUNTER AND WILLOW TOO, matching Flapjack tattoos!? I'm not crying you are-

I'll miss TOH a lot, I hope we will get some more content because it was AMAZING - story, characters and how they showed it - all of it 💜

And I could honestly go on and on for HOURS about it because there's so many little details that should be mentioned:

I loved the final fight with green and red fighting for place on the screen - these are opposing colours, which is already cool, plus, their meaning is different than usually! Green is life, peace, safety. Red is alarming, dangerous, unsafe. But here? Green is gooey evil and red is lively red grass and YOU FEEL IT INSTANTLY. Despite the usual connotations with these colours you see what's good and what's bad and I LOVE IT. Also, we have two types of light in here - glowing, cold, blue Belos' eyes and Luz's warm, yellowish light. THESE ARE OPPOSING COLOURS TOO. And forms - crystallized goo forms the sharp-edged web, triangle-based forms. Grass is soft, it doesn't have sharp edges. Same with eyes and lights - eyes have corners, somehow squeeze into the whole picture and lights just fly around freely so you can see their perfectly round shape everywhere. Awesome usage of colour theory and shapes <3 And of course I can't skip the thing that light was needed to release someone from the puppet form, right? Luz is the light. It's literally her name. Something that looked like an aesthetic thingy and the least useful spell in combat (after all, fire, ice, plants were used more often) turned out to be THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. I literally have a temptation to rewatch the whole show just to analyze the lighting in different scenes, damn.

I love how the Collector is designed, too. If it was any other villain in the world, their sudden change would feel weird and meh, but they are a KID. And they're created and presented like one. They do not understand things, they just want to play and do not get why others don't wanna. As a bullied child, who had no friends for a while, damn I understood them so well in that moment. They changed as soon as people started treating them like a child and not like an enemy. Isn't it lovely? Also, the change was SO WELL MOTIVATED. Collector didn't decide to help them because Luz died. Damn, for how long did they know each other? Probably not more than an hour, children get attached easier, but I doubt it'd be that easy. Collector just UNDERSTOOD WHAT DEATH IS IN THAT MOMENT and realized that their actions had, have and will have consequences. Again, I LOVE it.

Final scene with Belos is awesome, too. He is himself to the very end. Tries manipulating Luz after all of the stuff that already happened - showing himself in his "original" human form, pleading, making himself a victim... And then it starts raining. He is dissolved by the acid which made me literally gasp. I mean, damn, you could put it in a Disney series!? TOTALLY AWESOME. There was something sometime about witches dying from water, dissolving in it, so... This scene hit hard, had its meaning and was totally amazing and well planned.

And the final final scene in the future. I rewatched it SO. MANY. TIMES. There's so much to look at, so many actions going on in the background, daaaaamn <3 It makes me go "why couldn't we see more, stupid Disney" EVEN HARDER!!! World building is so well done and you can see it even in a little scenes like that,,, All of the characters grew and glow brightly. About glowing - THERE'S LIGHT EVERYWHERE. These scenes have lots of soft glows and lights around that are not only making the atmosphere, they have a meaning, because light, Luz, was what saved the demon realm.

I adore Hunter being a palisman maker. Literally no better job for this lovely boy. And I love that he has people that love him - Willow and Dadrius (I literally screamed when I saw Darius next to Hunter when everyone else had their reunion [and I also loved Amity-Alador reunion. With loser Odalia standing right next to them, all grumpy]). I love love loooooveeee working on a taking off sigils feat. Darius, Raine and Alador. Two ex-coven heads, who started rebellion, and amazing scientist, inventor, who learned how to choose his own way (isn't his history similar to the Amity's? Escaping Odalia's influence and getting to start new, better life...). And the best part - they finally succeeded, mixing healing magic with technology. SUPER COOL (Little Darius-Alador interaction was super cool, too, of course. Alador has NO CLUE so much- And Darius with this little chest touch and sliding away... Please we all know they're fruity don't we?). I'd love to hear more about all of the things that happened in between, when Luz was finishing school, because there's still so much possible content!

Also I cannot skip the masterpiece "they're almost gone! Say BYE!", obviously targeted to us, fans, not to Collector. But... It made me thinking. Aren't we like Collector, too? Taking the characters, placing them in the fanfics, fanarts, fancomics, aus, PLAYING WITH THEM? It probably wasn't supposed to be that deep but... In my head it became that deep LOL. So... Are we Collectors?

Okay, okay, I could analyze every single one of future designs, too, because I adore them, I could analyze Amity's designs change, gradually switching from Odalia-like to Alador-like, but I wanted to answer short and made quite an essay here already- So maybe, to summarize: I loved the finale. It was well planned and well done. It's amazing that they managed to fit it all in with limited time, without it feeling overly rushed and/or unsatisfying. I feel satisfied with the ending we got.

🍪 <- reward for reading all of this, enjoy 💜

[eljeebee]

It's Winterfest! Louie knocked on his little brother's room, screaming, "Happy Winterfest, Mase!"

"Happy Winterfest, Lou!!"

Lunch time, the little family started preparing for the event. Jason prepped their dining table with fancy mats, while the mother and sons decorated their (newly bought) winterfest tree.

"Mama, let's go with blue!" said Louie, picking up a blue garland.

"No!!! I wanted red!" said Mason, snatching the garland from his older brother.

"Mama!" Louie cried, looking at her mother who was choosing which topper to put up.

Sophia looked up from what she was doing with a raised brow. "What is it, boys?"

"Mama, I want it red, it's your favorite color! Louie wanted it blue!"

"But it's different! I want different!" Louie snatched the garland harshly back from him. He was fuming, fair face reddening.

"Then if you want different let's go with green! It's Papa's color. Blue isn't a winterfest color!" Mason screamed.

"It is! It's the color of the snow!"

"Enough!" Sophia raised her voice, with Jason almost dropping the Tofurkey on the background. He grimaced, almost tiptoeing to the dining table.

The boys stopped, but looking daggers at each other. Sophia smoothed the back of her skirt as she sat down, her sons following suit.

"Look, if we don't settle this, one of us would sulk because someone chose a different color. If we can't make up and decide a color, then...," Sophia extends her arm as she pulls a box to her side. She pulled out a garland made of popcorn and cranberries. "Then, we'll have to use this instead."

"It's ugly!" Louie spat.

"It is, but I still got red," Mason shrugged, a little smirk painted on his lips.

"Mason," Sophia warned.

Mason looked down, "Sorry, Mama."

"Then it's settled, we'll use popcorns and cranberries."

From the dining table, Jason shook his head.

With the boys quietly putting away the boxes, Jason stood beside his wife. "That's uhm...a nice winterfest tree."

"Thanks," Sophia sighed. She lowered her voice, "I hated the garland. It's embarrassing."

Jason chuckled, wrapping an arm around her hip, squeezing it gently. "There, there."

The Davises had a fun Winterfest lunch, though Jason and Sophia had to break up the two from sitting together.

[austajunk]

You want more Vivia? Here you go :3 1 and 22 Kokolight! Maybe Yuma is the creature.... you can pick the other details I just want beast chomp with the boys

Oh godddddd yes... <3 While I find it so much hotter for Vivia to be the vampire, this was a fun challenge.

When Vivia comes across a corpse in Kanai Ward, the detective can't help but to give himself over a sudden urge as he treats the body...

Triggers: Dubious Consent, Biting, Vampirism, and Emotionless Sex (for one side)

“It's a tragedy. That's all it is.”

The rain poured relentlessly overhead, the sounds of clattering tin and the neon lights of the streets filling every corner of Vivia's mind. He peered down at the body before him, the body with a viciously slashed neck that bled out into the rainwater. It was a mesmerizing sight to him. Something rather poetic about seeing a young man with lifeless, cold eyes lying out in the rain, his purple locks splayed out in the watery blood.

The detective knelt to the corpse, using his pale fingers to brush some flecks of rain from the boy's cheek. Vivia found his identification tucked inside his cobalt cloak.

“Yuma Kokohead…” Vivia whispered, glancing back to the body. The sudden twitch of Yuma's fingers didn't escape his notice. Yuma was alive and at the same time, not so alive anymore. Vivia reached and brushed his fingertips over Yuma's chin, tilting his face up. The boy stirred delicately, a pained moan leaving his lips.

It wasn't hard to understand what had occurred. Yuma Kokohead, possibly a detective like Vivia himself, had been the target of something vile in the dead of night behind the alleyway. The pool of crimson diluting under his body told Vivia that he was cornered by a true monster of the darkness and that they showed him no mercy. In the puddle of rain accumulating on Yuma's chest, the green-haired detective found a few strands of red hair. The same could be said for Yuma's hands. Between his fingers was another strand of dark, red hair.

“Ngh…” Yuma's lips parted again. He was starting to awaken to himself. Vivia’s hand pressed firmly on Yuma’s chest, forcing him back down. Yuma was going to wake up and he would be hungry. He wouldn't be able to control himself.

“Don't move,” uttered Vivia to the reborn detective. He would have to control Yuma and keep him down or grant him the mercy of a quick and painless death. The latter was the preferable option in Kanai Ward. The boy was a monster now and he shouldn't be allowed to live. The force kept Yuma down but the small man winced and struggled. His fingers sank into the concrete beneath him, his gasps becoming desperate cries of hunger.

Soon the canine formed in his mouth, protruding and shimmering beautifully under the moonlight. Fangs. Vivia wasted no time in gripping Yuma's cheeks and forcing him to show off his new teeth. The boy's eyes darkened and what were once fearful cries became unrestrained and needy growls. Yuma began to writhe on the ground beneath Vivia, forcing the detective to pin him down with his knees.

Why? Why did it take Vivia so long to decide on what he wanted to do with Yuma? He caressed the struggling vampire's cheek, ignoring the searing pain as the former bit deeply into his knuckle. He drew blood easily and Vivia let out a small, husky hiss of pain.

How beautiful... Yuma was already coming into his own. The pulse inside of him died only moments ago. Any lasting warmth had faded from Yuma's body, slipping away into the cold depths of the night. He was porcelain and beautiful now, growling and gnashing his new fangs into Vivia's hands. He would leave a trail of blue and purple once the blood would stop surfacing to his wounds.

“Heh… how do I taste to you?” Vivia asked him. He could drink in the way this newborn vampire moved forever. Why did such a cruel and unreasonable death have to give birth to something so desirable? Vivia would never want to be what Yuma was now. It was disgusting to never be able to die. But Yuma seemed all too fit for it. Immortality made Yuma Kokohead so much more vivid to Vivia, so much more alive than the people who passed him on the streets. How could someone he just came across be so utterly dear to him?

The animalistic growls became groans of satisfaction as Yuma hungrily lapped at Vivia's exposed flesh. “That's it, Yuma,” Vivia encouraged. He leaned down to kiss the torn flesh on Yuma's neck, the wound that was rapidly healing. He soaked his lips in the man's blood and drank from him as well. The more they explored each other, the lower Vivia's pale hand sank beneath Yuma's trousers. He stroked Yuma until the vampire whimpered and lightly jerked his hips, panting like a needy creature.

“You take to your fate so well, Yuma,” Vivia told him appreciatively. “Does death really fuel you so?” The hardened cock between his grasp answered his question quite well. Yuma was a slave to his new condition. An animal who would seek nothing but comfort and sensation. How pitiful… yet so endearing.

Yuma raised his head, panting as he lapped at the crook of Vivia's neck. For a moment, Vivia closed his eyes and continued to pump Yuma's cock, simply feeling those sharp canines brushing his neck to find their place. Feeding a newborn vampire was a risk. There was no chance they would stop until they had drained everything.

“Hmmmm… that's alright, Yuma,” Vivia said, plucking his collar aside to offer himself to this new lover. Underneath the rain, he lowered to Yuma and undid his pants. Yuma's hard cock slipped through his zipper between Vivia's thighs. His hips moved in a slow rhythm, grinding himself against Vivia, marking him with a steady dollop of precum. “I suppose… I want this too…”

The bite was swift and painful. Vivia loved it for how real and unhinged it truly was. Yuma tore into his neck without any restraint and burrowed his fangs deep into his cold jugular. How could it feel so warm under this unending rain, Vivia wondered. His hands continued to glide over Yuma's cock, stroking him until he was slick. Yuma overwhelmed him as the blood began to drain, biting him again and again like a passionate series of red kisses.

“Like that.. yes.. Yuma… don't stop…” Vivia begged him. He would be a slave to Yuma's rough movements, his brutality. Soon, Vivia was on his back, bleeding out with a pure smile on his face. His own pants had left his legs and he was exposed. Yuma spoiled and ripped him open with kiss after kiss along Vivia's slender body. After what felt like the thousandth kiss, Yuma settled between Vivia's thighs and licked his cock.

Vivia curled up and moaned. “It's okay, Yuma… Take what you want…”

And Yuma did. A bite claimed Vivia's thighs and then his cock claimed Vivia's ass. A pained hiss left the detective's lips but he smiled as he accepted Yuma inside of him. Like a beast, Yuma fucked his blood-soaked mate. He had drunk his fill, but he hadn't killed Vivia. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

“Yuma… ngh…” With the blood loss, Vivia was locked into a sweet delirium, darkness and stars taking hold of his senses. Yuma's cock reached somewhere tight and sensitive, forcing another cry to Vivia's lips.

“I could die here, Yuma… ungh… I want to die here… to feed you…”

Dazed and lost, Vivia lifted his hand to cup the vampire's cheek as they fucked ruthlessly.

"I'll gladly feed you..."

And so… Vivia slipped away, heat swelling from his cock until it pooled between his legs.

He faded entirely, the smile resting upon his sullen, wet face…

[ariel-seagull-wings]

FOUR ENIGMAS, FOUR BROTHERS

@themousefromfantasyland @tamisdava2 @the-blue-fairie @princesssarisa

(Romani Tale)

Four romani brothers live alone in great poverty and in a small caravan. One morning, the oldest says:

“We have no work or food. I'm going out to earn a living, and when I get rich I'll come back.”

He goes walking through the forest, he goes east, he goes west... he doesn't care which way, wealth could be waiting for him anywhere! And he still doesn't know which way to go.

One day, hungry and desperate, he lays down under a tree and falls asleep. A nasal voice suddenly wakes him up:

"Hey! Lazy man who doesn't work! I'll give you gold and silver if you can answer my riddle! If you can't, you'll be my servant. Come with me!"

The romani man opens his eyes and sees a dwarf who jumps around him. The romani man decides to follow the dwarf.

They arrive at a beautiful stone and wood house. The dwarf opens a chest, where gold and silver shine:

“Answer me correctly and all this is yours: in a green house, a red mother brings up her many black children. What is it?"

The romani man thinks and replies:

“I can’t quite imagine…”

“It's the watermelon: its rind is green, its flesh is red and its seeds are black! You will be my servant! And don't even think about running away, because my revenge will be terrible!”

The romani man has to work and work, from dawn to dusk, under the cries of the dwarf, who watches and threatens him. He is very sad...

Seeing that his brother does not return, the second gypsy also leaves.

He walks for a long time and falls asleep under a tree. Soon the dwarf shakes him and makes the same speech. Arriving at the stone and wood house, the dwarf mocks:

“Find the answer or be my servant! Here is my riddle: the more four sisters run, the farther they are from the horse!”

The second brother is thoughtful. It runs through the entire brain, turns intelligence upside down, and nothing can find the answer.

The dwarf interrupts the boy's thoughts:

“What a big imbecile! It's the four wheels of the cart! You will be my slave, and don't even think about running away!"

From dawn to dusk, he works and works, the poor romani man...

Until it's the day for the third romani man to go looking for his brothers.

Like the first two, he meets the dwarf, but this time in the stone and wood house.

“For you, I have a nice riddle.”

says the dwarf, rubbing his hands together.

“Two sisters, two brothers: the first runs without ever stopping, the second drinks without ever quenching his thirst, the third eats without ever being satisfied, the fourth is always present but invisible.”

The romani man searches the memory, scans the memories and investigates the spirit... Nothing, he doesn't find an answer!

The dwarf jumps with joy:

“Dumber than the biggest ass of all asses! It's the four elements: running water, drinking earth, devouring fire, and invisible air! Come on, come on, to work! I don't care about lazy people around here, nor bums!"

The third brother wears out. He works himself to death, from sunrise to sunset, under the screams of the terrible little dwarf.

In the caravan, the fourth brother feels very lonely and upset. So he locks the door and goes down the road... He doesn't look for Mrs. Fortuna, he looks for his brothers. But first he finds three companions that loneliness had brought together. A fox, a wolf and a bear thrown out by the family for not being mean and aggressive enough. They end up liking the wanderer and accompany him down the road. However, walking tires men more than animals. And while the animals keep going along the path, the romani man stays asleep under the tree. But soon the dwarf wakes him up.

“Come to my house! There is gold and silver!”

“What good is your gold to me if what I'm looking for are my brothers?”

“They are there too!”

In the stone and wood house, the dwarf opens his chest. But the fourth romani man replies:

"It's my brothers I want!"

"Which what! You are now my prisoner, like them! Unless you answer the riddle correctly. Then, if you succeed, you will have your freedom and all my wealth! Otherwise, you will be my servant!”

"Deal!"

Answers the romani man.

“For you, I will have to make a very difficult guess, you scoundrel, who laughs at my beautiful gold and my beautiful silver! My mother has a sheet she cannot fold, my father a ball he cannot throw, my sister an apple he cannot bite, my brothers several marbles they cannot roll. Who are they?"

The young man bursts out laughing:

“You forget you're talking to a romani! We live outdoors in winter and summer! We listen to the sounds of nature, we know all the rhythms of the seasons, day and night are our companions. Do you have any idea how long I've had to dream on the grass, my head floating in the clouds? So, here's the answer to your riddle: it's about the sky, which is what covers us, the sun, which is what fixes us, the moon, which is what watches us, and the thousands of stars that play up there. , carefree and graceful as children’s marbles… Come on, pass me your gold and tell me where my brothers are!”

"No! No! You too will be my servant, and you will gain nothing!”

The gypsy gets angry, but the dwarf, despite being small, has incredible strength and starts hitting the young man.

The latter then remembers his three companions and whistles for a long time.

Soon, the fox advances against the dwarf and knocks him down, the wolf bites him cruelly and, with a single paw, the bear throws him through the air, but so high, so high that even God sees him passing by and is amused. So high, so high that he gets lost in the folds of the sky's sheet, the sun burns him and the moon laughs in his face...

As for the four brothers, they took all the treasure and, with the bear, the wolf and the fox, they walked away with their heads in the clouds...