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[phoenixkaptain]

Just finished re-reading your fic Switcheroo, and I love it so much. Thus, I offer you the suggestion of young!Tim getting his version of young justice and the extended batfam to help him kidnap his alternate self, if only for a little while to give him a vacation, mayhaps involving yj meeting their alternates, littlest brother acquisition, and fucking with Gotham's rogues

Bruce would definitely be like: “Tim! I told you not without an adult!”

Tim: “Red Tornado was there!!”

Red Tornado, who thought he was just taking the kids for ice cream and did not expect to suddenly find himself part of a kidnapping plot: 😔

I’ve always kind of wanted, if I do write a follow up, to include Klarion in some way, because I really liked Klarion’s interactions with Young Justice (pretty sure they just straight up threatened to kill his cat if he didn’t turn everything back to normal, which was the only successful way to actually get Klarion to turn everythinf back to normal) but I can imagine that the Young Justice kids would be super down to help Tim kidnap and alternate dimension version of himself.

There would definitely be littlest brother acquisition! Both Tims have no idea how to hold a baby, but neither do most of the other Young Justice kids, so they just give Damian to Red Tornado or Cissie. (I’m petty sure, but not positive, that Cissie was used to babysitting in the series, but I may be wrong) The mental image I have of Tim, Cassie, Bart, and Kon all pondering over how to pick up a baby is really funny XD They get into an argument about it… Tim and Kon nearly start punching each other… Bart and Cassie panic and try to convince older Tim to help but he just watches and sighs wistfully and says “Those were the days… I should punch Connor when I get back, just for old time’s sake.”

And fucking with Gotham rogues would be really fun to write. I’ve always imagined a scene where older Jason Robin is out and finds a Rogue, only for a slightly smaller shadow to slip out from behind him. The Rogue doesn’t panic, they’ve become a bit more used to this trick, it won’t fool them again- holy shit a third one??? (A third shadow slips out from beneath the second shadow’s cover, and one can just barely glimpse, in the alleyway only just lit by a streetlamp at the opposite end of it, the glint of teeth in the sharp smile on the third shadow’s face) It would be really fun to write :D

I should probably write the sequel… but first I have to reread nineties Young Justice and the Red Robin run and I’ll read through some Batman comics and I love reading Teen Titans comics and- <— This is why it’s been so long, I’m so sorry to everyone who thought I was quick 🫡

Well, all that aside, I’m very happy that you like the story ヽ(´▽｀)ノ

[therighthandofvengeance]

Lennier: are those gummy bears wrapped in a fruit roll-up?

Marcus: … breakfast burrito, but yeah.

Lennier: I pity your dentist.

Marcus: joke’s on you. I don’t have a dentist.

[royal-illusion-loves-his-fandoms]

batman? never met him

a fic based of a Tumblr prompt from @webshood

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Chapter 2- how to act like a civilian 101

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[elsewhereuniversity]

I forged my armor out of iron and ember, and my cloak is of cypress bark and shadow. I have forged my will to protect those who need, as I once needed. I have looked upon my fate and I am not afraid.

I have made myself masks and cloaks aplenty, but I have found my Name and my Purpose, so I no longer need keep them.

There is a mask of paper and thread, once pages of a long and fascinating book, that lets you escape to the nearest safe library. There is a cloak of fog and damb ivy leaves that allows you to walk through a crowd unseen. There is a mask of canvas and paint, that brings the wearer a feeling of some purpose, no matter how bleak life may seem. And finally, there is a cloak of cloth, made as one would a braided rug out of old and beloved t-shirts, which gives the wearer a sense of hearth, no matter how homesick.

If you would be so kind as to keep them, until they are needed by another?

Much Gratitude,

The Knight of Embers and Jade

I am glad you have found your purpose, and I wish you fair winds, but these are marvelous! If you need something to fall back on, these would go like hotcakes at the Goblin Market.

[doomstypewriter]

The submersion | Intrulogical Mermaid AU

Future intrulogical.

Follow up on this animatic. | AO3

Words: 1728.

Summary: Remus has fun in his submarine. A giant barracuda disagrees.

CW: Dark humour, skeletal remains of a rat, drowning, deep ocean (if there's anything else do tell), death, sexual innuendo.

The submersion

It was cloudy.

And cold.

But that was to be expected when one’s in the middle of the Atlantic.

“Remus Prince, you dunce, how are you dressed like that?”

Remus turned around to see Ella Da Villa, the captain of the ship he was on, and an old friend. Her short afro was stuffed inside of a beanie, she held onto her sides through her huge puffer coat.

“I know you’d just rather I take it all off, but, honey, I need to at least wear something”.

She laughed.

“What you need is to make sure you don’t get drenched or--”

“First of all, I look amazing all wet. But if that’s what you’re so worried about, hey, I took care of that” he answered pointing at his green rain boots.

The crew looked at them in amusement as they moved the equipment, preparing everything for the submersion.

Ella took off one of her gloves and smacked Remus’ head with it.

“Ow! I thought you were against violence!”

“I never said that. But I am against animal abuse, that’s why I didn’t hit you hard. Now go and put on a coat, you dumbass”.

“Sure thing mommy, you know how to be commanding” he winked.

“It’s captain for you, now go!”

His boots squeaked against the flooring of the deck as he ran to get into the guts of the ship. He managed to hear Ella swearing under her breath.

“How did he even graduate? Going out in short sleeves…”

Ella was a funny one, Remus thought. It was easy to get under her skin, she also liked to play along which made it even better.

One of the people going up the metal stairs almost tripped against him, there wasn’t that much room, after all. Remus jumped over the railing and fell onto the lower level without a scratch.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?!” said someone.

A younger guy with spectacular hair held onto his forearm to check on him. Oh, this was the newbie.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have any lungs”.

“Wha…” he looked half perplexed and half horrified.

“You know, we all get it done since we’re going to end up sleeping with the fish anyway”.

He stood up quickly and mutely apologised. Remus enjoyed the view of his ass going upstairs as fast as possible. New meat was always hilarious.

When he entered the room his cupboard was already open. He liked to leave the sliding doors that way so he could see what was inside, otherwise, he’d forget about it. In a ship, that meant ending up with all of one’s clothes on the floor, but as long as Remus could see where they were he wouldn’t misplace anything. Object permanence was a bitch.

Messy floors did have an advantage, the coat on top of the pile was good enough to satisfy Ella and easy enough to grab quickly.

The backswing of the glove against his shoulder caught him off-guard.

“Ow! What did I do now?! This coat is fine!”

“The coat is fine, yes, but the new guy is shaking like a leaf. What did you tell him? He keeps saying stuff about drowning”.

“Hey, I’d never mention drowning when I’m about to get into a submarine”.

“Yes, that’d be very poor taste, sadly, you have it worse so you must have said something terrible. I expect you to fix this, or we’ll have to arrange you drowning”.

“You know I love choking on wet things”.

“Then your last moments will be pleasant. Consider me the best friend one could have”.

The new guy was holding onto the railing of the ship, staring at the water in concentration. Probably about to throw up or something.

“Hey!”

“Ah!” he screamed.

“Do you have a name?”

“Uh… yes… um…”

“Great! I have one too, it’s Remus” he introduced himself with half a bow.

“I’m Nathan… sorry… I’m just anxious… it’s the first time I go on one of those” he gestured at the submersible held by the crane of the ship.

“First times are always awkward, don’t worry”.

Finally, Nathan let out a laugh, it was a nervous one but it would suffice.

“You know what I said earlier was a joke, right?”

“Oh, yeah, it just caught me by surprise. You’re the head biologist here, right?”

“Yup. Guess you could say I’m the dom of this study”.

“Darn it, here I was expecting to be more active”.

Remus smiled in surprise. It was always nice when people had similar humour to his.

“Oh, you’ll have to be. I expect it”.

“You wouldn’t expect we could go for some coffee after we get into…” the date proposition vanished into a look of fear at the submersible.

Remus put a hand over his shoulders. The drowning jokes would have to wait until they were emerging.

“Don’t worry, my thicc ass has been there tons of times! It’s just a lot of water”.

“While it’s true he’s been there more than you, he’s overplaying his own ass. It’s kind of droopy” a heavily accented voice said

“Who are you calling droopy?”

They turned to see a tall blond woman smiling smugly. Erika Engström, oceanographer and the operator of the submersible.

“You, obviously, do you have water in your ears?”

“Not yet, but we’ll see if…”

Nathan held his breath.

“Nah, I don’t”.

“He either thinks you’re cute or he’s afraid the captain will throw him off-board if he keeps bullying you”, Erika told Nathan.

“I wasn’t bullying anyone”.

“Sorry to break it to you, but you’re always bullying people, you don’t know how else to flirt”.

“Then I would be flirting with everyone”.

“Aren’t you?”

“Okay, yeah”.

“Come on, I have to set up things. Give me a hand, rat skull”.

“At least give me a knife or something”.

“You can chew it through”.

One last look at Nathan before following her.

“Well, I’ll leave you to stress out, if I don’t help her we’ll dro…” oh right, no drowning jokes. “We’ll…”

“Flirt with me when we’re back at the surface”.

Remus smiled.

“Will do!”

-----

The light was beginning to fade out. The flickering of the few rays coming through a swirl of silvery fish would be their last glimpses at natural lighting for a while.

It was wonderful.

How the underwater landscape changed, morphing into something out of a nightmare. Never ceases to amaze him. People would say it was all just blue getting darker and darker, and it was! But it was also a thick fog from which anything could come out. He always looked forward to seeing the weirdest fish appear.

There wasn’t much room behind the giant acrylic viewport. Despite being stuck so closely together, Remus could feel a chill as the air within got cooled by the deep water. His coat lay forgotten at the back of his chair still.

Once the lights of the submersible switched on, a delicate dance of white dust shined just like it would on a sunny day. This was no room dust. But there was just as much beauty in seeing the marine snow surrounding them. Teensy tiny pieces of dead fish falling all around, making the nicest shapes.

“It’s so quiet” Nathan observed.

“Wait until you hear a whale. The first time I did I thought my skull would pop”.

“Which one?” Erika kept her eyes on the water, but he could see the reflection of a smile curving onto the surface of the acrylic.

“Well, the small one. I know you’d hate to have to scrape my brains off your console”.

“If you had any I would”.

“There would still be plenty of blood”.

The ship carried on with the descend, soon, they’d be at twenty thousand feet. Nathan leaned in.

“Hey, what did she mean by which one?” he said in a hushed voice.

“Oh! Right”

He pulled on the string of his necklace to get it from under his shirt. Remus held it in front of Nathan’s face.

It turned, revealing the empty sockets and the front of what used to be a snout.

“I have this rat skull as a necklace! Erika teases me because that’s how she copes with the fact that she hates it!”

“Anyone would hate it. You wear that thing everywhere. It’s creepy” Erika pointed out.

“Where did you get it?” Nathan asked.

In the dim light, Remus’s smile cast shadows, giving him a grim vibe.

“I used to have a pet rat. When it died it sucked, my brother and I buried it in the backyard. It was there until three years later when we got a heavy storm. The bones peeked through the mud. So I just yanked a bit on the spine and got it. The skull was already defleshed anyway, so, aside from cleaning it a bit, I didn’t have to do any of the work. I really like this necklace. I got into marine biology because I began looking at fish skulls and I wanted to see more”.

“That’s…” Nathan began to say.

Suddenly, the submersible turned violently.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know, I couldn’t take a good look”, said Erika.

Her frown told Remus something was seriously wrong.

“Guys, we’re picking up really weird signals from here. Are you all okay?” the sound of Ella’s voice through the radio distracted him from his train of thought.

“It’s all under control, but I am going to begin ascending” Erika replied.

“We haven’t taken all the samples”, Nathan said.

“We’ll have another chance. Right now I’m worried that---”

Erika did not have time to finish talking.

Its needle-like teeth loomed over the viewport. This creature was unlike anything he’d ever seen. Part of him felt excited at how terrifying it all was. Sadly, he had the feeling they were all about to die. This fish looked like a giant barracuda and an angry one.

The creature snapped its jaw closed, cracking the viewport.

Seemingly, it didn’t find it tasty enough and it swam away even moodier than before. The very least it could have done was eat them.

If you’re going to kill them might as well finish the job.

Remus’ body floated into the dark abyss as he struggled to breathe. Covering his ears tightly, he screamed in pain. The pressure was unlike anything.

Well, it had been fun.

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[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Five times Virgil sat on a surface not meant for sitting (and one time he didn’t) pt 3/6

Rating: teen

Word count: 473

Warnings: none

Pairings: none

3. Roman

Roman pushes the bathroom door open carefully, fully aware that his brother has a habit of lurking in there.

Nothing.

Perfect.

Roman enters the bathroom fully. Confident that he’s alone, he pulls out all his makeup. He’s going to make the most intricate, but still stylish design he can, after all, a prince has got to slay.

He’s in the middle of contouring when he thinks he hears something. He turns to survey the room, but it’s still empty.

Shrugging to himself, he turns back to the mirror and continues working on his makeup. It must have just been his imagination.

A while later, Roman is trying to get his lipstick just right. Another noise. He dismisses it without checking.

Just a little bit more-

“Does it always take you this long?”

Roman screams.

Seconds later, the bathroom door is broken down by Remus wielding his morning star threateningly. “What is it? What happened?”

What he finds is Roman perched on the sink like he’s trying to get away from a spider, red lipstick smeared over his mouth and across his face; and Virgil sitting in the bathtub, fully dressed, drinking Gatorade out of a wine glass and looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and boredom.

“Wanna know how I got these scars?” Remus growls, fighting to keep a grin off his face, lowering his morning star

“What?” Roman turns to survey himself in the mirror, screeching again at his ruined makeup. “Shut up!” He snaps, throwing his lipstick tube at his brother before turning on Virgil. “What in the name of all that is Disney are you doing in the bathtub!?”

Virgil shrugs, sipping the Gatorade. “Me-time.”

“In the bathtub!?” Virgil shrugs again. “Were you there the whole time?”

“Yeah. You always take two hours to do your makeup?”

Roman gasps, offended. Virgil smirks.

“This is no fun,” Remus complains, eating the lipstick like a Push Pop. “I thought someone was being murdered.”

Roman glares at him.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I came in?” He demands, ignoring his brother.

Virgil shrugs, “I was asleep, and when I woke up I figured you’d be done soon, but you take forever.”

“You slept with a wine glass in your hand?”

“I have many talents,” Virgil smirks. “Now can you both please go away, I’m still having my me-time.”

Roman grumbles under his breath, but he leaves the bathroom anyway, dragging Remus along with him. Technically, he could fix the door, but he’s feeling particularly petty at the moment, so Virgil’s just going to have to deal with the inherent lack of privacy that comes with having Remus smash the door open.

And, well, if Roman forgets about his ruined makeup and continues his day like normal, Remus certainly isn’t going to remind him. That would be no fun at all.

~~~END~~~

[Janus], [Logan], •, [Remus], [Patton], [Thomas]

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Avatar Zuko Rewrite

Pairings: Zukka (pre-romantic, unrequited)

Word Count: 1,046 Words

Summary: The Avatar Team finally are leaving the Southern Air Temple and are set out for Kyoshi Island to calm down after a few long days spent training. It definitely calms nobody down.

Warnings: Kidnapping Mention, Weapon Mention, Fainting Mention, Anxiety Mention, Nausea Mention, Half Blind Character, let me know if I should tag something else.

Chapter 11

After Lee's big scare, they'd left the Southern Air Temple and had passed over the first massive chunk of the Earth Kingdom. Lee looked bashful every time he looked at Sokka since he'd woken up.

Granted, Lee woke up in Sokka's arms, pressed against his chest and had been told he'd worried everyone. Lee had been bashful ever since and had barely spoken to Sokka.

Lee was sewing Sokka's pants and it seemed Katara was still snickering at how red Lee's face was from offering him to sew Sokka's pants and Aang was trying to show Lee a marble trick with airbending. The other airbender didn't look up from his task.

"Don't bug him, Airhead. Leave the girls to their sewing, Aang." Lee's eyes narrowed at him.

"I'm not a girl. I can sew because my uncle taught me useful skills. Unlike you, I can make my own clothes." Lee chastised him. Oh Spirits, he was still hot when he was mad.

"L-Like I said, girls are better at fixing pants than guys. And guys are better at hunting and fighting and stuff like that. It's just the natural order." Sokka immediately rambled out.

"Hey, Sokka. I'm done with your pants." Lee cut the string off with his dagger and threw the unfinished pants at him. Almost comedically, they landed on his face and he could hear Katara laughing. He pulled them off his face to see Katara patting Lee's shoulder proudly.

"I was just kidding! I can't wear these! Lee, please!" He begged.

"Relax Sokka. Where we're going you don't need any pants." Aang told the Water Tribe boy. An island came into view and they landed on the beach. Sokka stared at the elephant-koi a bit shocked and he could see Lee was smiling as though they weren't much big of a deal.

"I'm gonna ride them. You've gotta watch me." Aang looked pointedly at Katara and dove into the water to swim out to the elephant-koi. Lee was walking with Momo, feeding him berries and nuts that the two found. Then Sokka lost sight of him as the two journeyed through the trees, Lee giggling as Momo threw berries at him to catch.

Then the laughing ceased and Sokka looked around in concern for him. Katara was yelling at Aang to get out of the water, which drew his attention, just barely, off Lee. Aang ended up tackling him into a tree as he ran over the water back to the beach.

"What was that thing!?" Katara asked as Aang got off him, muttering an apology, and began putting his clothes on.

"I don't know!" Aang chipped in.

"Well, let's not stick around to find out. Time to hit the road." He told them. He cupped his hands around his mouth while turning back toward the trees. "Lee, we're leaving! Come on!" Then he felt his eyes covered and hands pulled quickly behind his back and tied there. He struggled as people led him to a pole and tied him to it.

"You four have some explaining to do." Came a man's voice.

"Answer all our questions! Or we'll throw you back in with the Unagi!" Came a woman's voice.

"Show yourselves, cowards!" Sokka could practically feel Lee boring holes into his head at his blatant disregard for safety in the face of danger. But it got his blindfold taken off, to that was a plus, maybe. It was a group of girls with one man, all the girls were in green armor with makeup on as well but the man wasn’t. “Who are you? Where are the men who ambushed us?” He asked and then he felt Lee elbow him.

“Shut up, Sokka.” Lee’s voice seemed to falter and hitch with breath and he looked over at the airbender, he could see two women holding a spear to his throat, the tip pressing against his throat. But that wasn’t what shocked him. It was the way he looked scared, body seeming to shake with the lack of sight.

Sokka forced his arm to move in the bindings and grab Lee's hand, holding it with his own. Lee couldn’t move his head. Sokka didn’t answer the girl talking to him. He was busy with Lee. Lee was scared. He couldn’t be bothered to deal with anyone while Lee was so distraught.

“It’s my fault we came here. I wanted to ride the elephant-koi.” Aang told them. Finally, the girl in front of Sokka pulled off Lee’s blindfold and the raven didn’t move even as she pulled the spear-holders back away from him. His eyes looked dazed, moving too frequently to look directly anywhere. They were also glazed with fear and tears, so much so that Sokka felt as though it was because of his father and years of abuse.

“How are we supposed to believe you?” She asked, face clearly angry they’d brought a possible firebender. But she also seemed to falter as Zuko seemed to look past her, not giving any reaction that she was actually there.

“He’s not a firebender.” Sokka told her.

“Oh yeah!?” She snapped.

“Not being mean or anything. He’s an airbender.” Sokka told her.

“Yeah right.” Lee’s eyes finally seemed to focus and suddenly the few warriors were blown back, the binds cut and Lee collapsed onto the ground. Sokka hauled him up.

“Sorry! He gets anxious!” Aang explained, coming between Sokka and Lee and the warrior.

“It’s seeable. And, seeing as you’re both airbenders, if you'd like, you could stay here the night to rest. Or however long you both need.” She bowed her head to the two airbenders and Sokka breathed a relieved sigh as Katara came and bended water around her hand, pressing it to Lee’s forehead and waking him up.

He came to slowly and leaned against Sokka as Katara and Aang talked to the warrior that had taken off the blindfold. They were allowed to stay for now, which was good, Lee needed time to recover again. Just the thought of Lee needing to recover again made Sokka nauseous.

Defending himself seemed such an easy task, yet Lee was collapsing nearly every time. Maybe he was just not built to fight, but it worried Sokka. They couldn't have Lee collapsing near constantly.

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[constantlytiredghost]

Magical Library Au but make it a prequel  featuring spiral!sibs :D

The yellow door seemed unassuming and harmless, nonetheless  Gerry’s heart was racing in his chest. He had been staring at it for over ten minutes now and still wasn’t closer to opening it. By now, he had memorised the swirling patterns in the door at least until they decided to change again, twisting into new patterns which didn’t help the lingering feeling of wrongness that surrounded it.

He took a deep breath. He could do this. He had to do this. He couldn’t just come back like a dog with its tails between its legs. Not again. Gerry swallowed dryly before pushing against the door.

The door quietly swung open, with none of the ominous creaks that Gerry had expected. He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside.

“Oh, welcome! I was already wondering, if you’d actually come in or just leave again.” a voice greeted him, making Gerry’s head snap around. He stared at the tall woman who smiled at him with a sharp-toothed grin while he stumbled back until he hit the wall behind him.

“No reason to be scared.” the woman chuckled as Gerry tried to become one with the wall. “I’m not planning on hurting you,” she added. “Actually, I think you’re here, because you want something, don’t you?”

Gerry nodded slowly.

“Great. Mind telling me your name before we figure out, how we can be of help.”

“Gera….Gerry.” he answered.

“Gerry, huh? That’s a lovely name. Why don’t you take a seat while I make some tea?”

Gerry wanted to say that he didn’t like tea and that he wasn’t even sure if he should take food from a witch, but he didn’t dare to disagree, so he just nodded and sat down on the chair the witch had pointed at.

The woman vanished from the room, leaving Gerry alone and unoccupied enough, to actually look around for the first time.

It was a big room, technically, but it was so cluttered and filled with things that it didn’t seem that way. There were shelves full of jars and pots. Books stacked in hazardous stacks that seemed to topple over any moment. There was a cauldron over a cold fireplace and from the ceiling hanged various herbs and stone and glass fragment that shimmered and shifted the light that fell through them, reflecting and breaking it.

Gerry was to busy staring to notice the second person entering the room.

“Oh, a visitor.”

For the second time in barely 10 minutes, Gerry startled and whipped around to gape at the man who had just entered. He was even taller than the woman with wild blond curls that seemed to have a life of there own.

“I’m Michael, and you are?”

“Gerry.” Gerry answered with a bit more confidence this time. “and I’m waiting for uhh…” he realised that he had never gotten the name of the woman.

“-Helen.” Michael finished for him, and Gerry simply nodded. He assumed the woman’s name could be Helen.

Michael sat down on the table in front of Gerry ignoring the other chairs.

“And what brings you here? Did you get lost.” curious eyes fixated him, making Gerry fidget in his chair.

“No…..I need uh some help?”

“Oh? Usually, people don’t come here so young for help… How old are you?” Michael asked, tilting his head.

“I’m not that young,” Gerry muttered, his mother always said that he was basically an adult and that he should act that way. “I’m fourteen.”  Just barely. His birthday had been last week.

“And how can we…”

“Michael, stop bothering him.” Helen interupted, just coming back with a steaming mug that she handed Gerry before flopping on the table next to Michael

“I’m not bothering him. I’m,,, just asking questions.”

“Yes, bothering him.” Helen said with a grin which resulted in Michael huffing and rolling his eyes.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked Gerry then.

“Uhm…” he wasn’t used to getting asked about his opinion and his fingers tightened around his mug “I’m….I’m good I think.” 

“See! Not bothering.” Michael said, gesturing at Gerry. “All good.”

Now it was Helen’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Sure. Anyway, how can we help you.”

Both looked at him now, fixating him with multicoloured eyes. He swallowed.

“I want…. iwanttobefree.” he muttered quickly, words swimming together.

Helen raised her eyebrow.

“Free?” she asked.

“From what?” Michael added.

“My mother.” Gerry answered, voice barely above a whisper.

“You know that every help has its price?” Helen asked, and Gerry nodded. He did, and he was willing to pay it.

“Huh, so not just a whim.” Michael hummed. “What did she do?”

“I-” Gerry stared of but broke off again, his eyes were burning, but he tried to hold his tears back. He didn’t want to cry in front of two strangers.

“You don’t have to tell me you can show me instead.” Helen interfered quickly, holding out her hand. “Just give me your hand, and I’ll know everything I need too.”

Gerry sniffled a bit but placed, his hand in hers. It felt weird as if there were too many bones in it, but it looked perfectly normal, then it felt like something got pulled out of him leaving him dizzy when Helen pulled her hand back. Her face was stony when she spoke again. “Don’t worry Gerry. We’ll definitely help you.”

“What will it cost? I don’t have…” Gerry started timidly. He didn’t have any money but witched usually didn’t want that anyway.

“Oh don’t worry. In this case, it’s a freebie more or less.” Michael said, flashing some sharp teeth.

“More or less?” Gerry asked.

Michael shrugged.

“We’ll take your mom.” he answered with a shrug.

“My mom? Will you kill her?” asked Gerry with wide eyes.

“Not exactly.” Helen said but didn’t elaborate. “And we’ll take everything that connects you to her.” she added.

“Like…like my memories?” Gerry asked, eyes still wide. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to lose his memories.

“Nah,” Michael said. “Memories are boring. We’re talking more about something like this.” he hummed, leaning forward to tug at one of Gerry’s curls.

“My hair?”

“The colour of it.” Helen hummed.

“It’s like hers isn’t it?”, Michael added, letting go of the strand.

“How do you…?” Gerry asked.

“Oh well, Helen saw it when she looked into your head earlier, and I can see what she sees most of the time if we want too. We sorta share a brain.”

“But I got all the brain cells.” Helen snickered.

“You do not.”

“I do.”

“Uhm.” Gerry made before the could continue bickering. “I’m… Uhm I’m fine with that.”

They both looked back at him, wide smiles on their faces.

“Perfect!” they replied in unison.

“I’ll take care of Mary you take care of the hair~” Helen chirped and was gone before Michael could protest. 

“God damn it. Not again.” Michael muttered. “Well, let’s take care of it. Any colour preferences?”

Gerry blinked and shrugged. “I don’t ca…no wait…can you make it look like my dads?” he asked softly.

“Black? Sure, bit boring but if that’s what you want.” Michael said with a shrug. “Could also offer pink, blue stripes or dots or something interesting like that.” Gerry shook his head.

“Black is fine.”

“Sure then.” Michael agreed.

When Gerry had come here, he had expected pain, but switching the colour of his hair was painless and easy with Michael chattering nonsense while Gerry sipped on the tea, that Helen had handed him.

It was only later after he had left the yellow door behind him that he noticed that one of his strands in the back of his hair was iridescent changing colour every time it was hit by light. A small reminder of where he had been, he supposed. He didn’t mind.

And all of this had only happened hours before Gerry would meet the second, well technically third witch in his life and would learn that he hadn’t been the only Keay to make a deal with a witch that day. 

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I am going to include one frame of the second animatic I'm working on, because I can.

Shading and lighting are not done yet, it's just flat colour, but I think it looks cool.

First animatic

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The submersion

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