#fishy's fic

[weirdfishy]

Danny Phantom x DC

Unknown Caller ID

Gen, Batfam, Pre-Relationship (Bruce Wayne/Danny), Danny gets mis-dialed for a ransom call; he goes to handle it; incomplete

all bits abt this verse will be posted under the ‘uhm do i LOOK LIKE verse’ tag :)

BAMF!Jazz - a post i contributed to

Justice League summons Ghost King Danny, Shenanigans, hinted Anger Management Ship (Jazz/Jason)

Tim Drake's introduction to ✨Ghosts✨

Gen, exactly what it says on the tin, Constantine is there, Crack, Lazarus water is a form of Ecto

full fic list

my ko-fi 💛

[heart2sea]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ moon, do not abandon me no more (read on ao3)

word count: 671

tags: rafayel pov, slight angst and comfort depends on your point of view, fear of abandonment, he just misses you and is so afraid :(

summary: he also has things to do; he has to paint, he has to travel, he has to attend exhibitions, he has to save His people. He can’t be at the mercy of some mortal, enraptured, caught and harpooned by the mere glimpse of a shy smile, or a gentle touch, or the way your eyes lighten up whenever he brings you flowers, or…

a/n: short one shot inspired by the song Luna - Zoe. VERY good song. crazy rafayelmc coded. sorry for disappearing :( i'm about to finish uni and things have been kind of crazy. hope you guys like it :)

Rafayel wonders if you also feel an empty ache in your chest whenever he leaves for days.

You should—you must, right? To be alone in the unbearable void of the fear of being forgotten, afraid of waking up and the opposite set of eyes stare vacant at you, unable to understand why you mean so much to them. Curling up the same polite smile you’d give a helpless stranger you bump into on the street, instead of the lovely, playful one reserved just for each other. It would be such an incredibly dumb, pathetic thought if it weren’t for the fact that it simply keeps happening to him.

He doesn’t miss a single text when you’re gone. Good morning, cutie. Have you had breakfast yet? The new cafeteria near your workplace sucks, don’t come here. Good afternoon, cutie. What did you have for lunch? Thoughts on my outfit today? Good evening, cutie, let’s watch an episode of our show online before we go to bed. Look at this stupid-looking seagull I saw today. Good night cutie, you’re coming back tomorrow, right?  I bought a new nice-smelling body wash today, come soon and use it too.

So whenever he leaves and you don’t text him good morning or good night, something within him stirs. How childish, right? Grown man, afraid of being forgotten just because you didn’t text him a pic of your lunch or you were too tired to video call him before bed. He knows. He’s aware. And standing up from the couch, staring at the distant sea of Verona, surrounded by friendly acquaintances, he decides he has to wean off. Because it’s how life works—you can’t stay by his side all day, all hours, each minute. He would love that. But you have your duties, your friends, your life. An entire life before him and after him. Before you met at that beach and after you completely forgot about him, a promise washed into the sea to turn into sea foam.

If his heart aches every time more than an hour passes by without hearing your voice or getting a text, he would’ve laid dead the day after you met him again. Because he also has things to do; he has to paint, he has to travel, he has to attend exhibitions, he has to save His people. He can’t be at the mercy of some mortal, enraptured, caught and harpooned by the mere glimpse of a shy smile, or a gentle touch, or the way your eyes lighten up whenever he brings you flowers, or…

Focus.

He walks aimlessly around the hotel room, gathering his thoughts. Perhaps it’s a good thing that you don’t text him as often, probably too busy fighting off a stray wanderer on a high-level mission. Yes, you have your own things to worry about and so does he. 

And it would be such a delicious thought—the one of you cradling into his arms, needy, guilty, touchy after being worried of him going MIA—if it didn’t sting so much. You deserve it! He wants it. He loves feeling wanted, needed, the warm nuzzling of yours when sleeping together (is there anything there for you, anyway? His skin runs colder than humans, are you just pretending? Do you actually enjoy it?).

So when his mind is finally set, he hears the unmistakable sound of the hotel room opening with a click and turns around, his eyes widening.

“Surprise!” You shout, running to hug him, jet-lagged and slightly hungry. “Did you expect me?”

And it’s when he feels the warm of your body seep into him through his skin and straight into his thumping heart, calming it, slowing it into a comfortable, familiar rhythm, that he realizes that he’s thoroughly fucked. 

He hugs you back, an elated laugh escaping his throat (a sound that embarrasses him, he sounds too relieved for his own good, how pathetic), and nuzzles the top of your head. Poor him. Pitiful.

He can never let you go even if he tries.

[fishcop]

Arthur and dulled teeth :>

From the amazing fic ‘weep, oh my penitent heart’ by @octolingo-writes!

[weirdfishy]

ooooo queenieeeee that's gorg i can't wait to see what it's for! lucky enough i just wrote today, so i'll grab a bit from there that isn't just vague text with copious parenthesis :D

A breeze through the open sliding door curls around his unconsciously clenched fists, and he leases them of their tension slowly, rubbing the nail marks out on his plush comforter. Korn flops down on his bed, and almost hates that he still fits the length of it, that his dad still thinks him a child enough to both share a room with Great—as if there aren’t two floors worth of empty rooms— and sleep on a twin sized bed, his shoulders hardly fitting its width.

low pressure tagging: @shire-baird @bellamyblakru @peppers-writing @mashumaru @empressofthelibrary @star-touched-shrike and anyone else who would like to :)

(this is me booping you guys with a heart and a smile after awhile of not interacting <<33)

Last Line Meme -

Thank you @samuelroukin for the tag <3, I've been working on the monsterfucker wip, finished the first chapter actually, so you're getting the glimpse of the ending.

The last thing he remembered was the sting of the chemicals in his lungs; his heart constricting in a slow, painful rhythm as he repeated the name Johnny before his thoughts ceased to be.

Can you tell they're not having a good time cjdnifjd

tagging: @forsaire @forestshadow-wolf @alllthequeenshorses @tragedycoded, no pressure tags <3

[djarinova]

"careful there, stranger"

ft. rafayel (lads)

˗ˏˋ synopsis; in which rafayel is stuck talking to some investors, leaving you to explore the exhibition on your own, much to the glee of the man trying to chat you up while you look at all the art your boyfriend created. ˎˊ˗

˗ˏˋ content; reader gets hit on repeatedly, rafayel comes to the rescue, insecure rafayel, gn!reader - divider by @/saradika-graphics ˎˊ˗

[ wc; 1371 ]

my fishie<3: i can see u from here. looking sexy and staring at my art my fishie<3: u've seen it all before. why won't u come rescue meee instead :(((( me: baby stop looking at me and focus on your networking! im not going anywhere but those suits might if you dont pay them enough attention my fishie<3: >:( my fishie<3: ok smartie. dont forget about me during your exploration >:(

You roll at your eyes and drop your phone into your bag, a shiver flutters up your spine and you sneak at glance towards Rafayel. Your suspicions are proved to be correct, he's watching you, a pout on his face, as several men in suits attempt to flatter him into some partnership or sponsorship or something of that kind. Thomas stands by his side, enthusiastically waving his hands around and pointing towards the piece of art the group of them are currently standing next to. You giggle when you lock eyes with Rafayel and find him sticking his tongue out at you, and you watch as Thomas lands a discreet (but direct) hit on his foot in an effort to get the artist to concentrate.

You turn away from the scene—not wanting to be in trouble with thomas, and not wanting to make his job of marketing rafayel to those people any harder—fully expecting to be able to continue your wander around the exhibition, maybe have a couple friendly conversations with those few people you recognise, and definitely intending to snag a few bits from the table of snacks (rafayel would kill you if he wasn't able to try at least 7 of the different foods), but as you attempt to take a step forward you stumble clumsily into someone’s side. Although you're sure they weren't there a second ago.

"I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, "are you alright?"

The stranger ignores your worries, “you have such an infectious laugh.”

You smile, slightly awkwardly, but accept the compliment nonetheless. “Thank yo–”

“It makes me think about all the things I could do to make you laugh like that.” He chuckles, an attempt to lighten the mood, but he finds you almost completely unreceptive to his words.

So he tries again.

“Your smile is so stunning,” he takes a step towards you, forcing you to discreetly take one backwards to avoid standing chest to chest with him. “I've never seen you here before, you a fan of art?”

You press your lips together. He's never seen you here before? At an art gallery that you visit almost every week to look at your boyfriend's work? That's the best he could come up with… the thought almost makes you laugh. But when your gaze moves towards him he must take your eye contact as a positive sign because he takes another small step towards you and asks for your phone number.

“C'mon, you won't leave me hanging, surely?” He teases, but his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. “A pretty thing like you, wandering around all alone, it ain't right. Let me show you some of my favourite pieces.”

“Oh! I'm not alone actually, my boyfr–”

“We should move out of this section though, I've never found Rafayel's art to be all that interesting. He is way overhyped, I mean… what is this even meant to be?” He gestures to the piece you're standing in front of.

Ignoring the man's words, you turn away from him and look at the art, hoping he'll finally take the hint and realise that you are not interested.

“I've always loved this one.” You whisper, more talking to yourself than anything else. You hear the man scoff next to you.

“Oh really? And how exactly have you always loved this one when it's a brand new piece for this installation?” He rolls his eyes at you, “clearly I overestimated your ability to distinguish between artwork.”

You raise your eyebrows, your jaw dropping ever so slightly when the man continues his ridiculous rant despite a single word not leaving your mouth.

“I mean, really, did you expect me to fall for this pretentious attitude you've got going on. Wandering around by yourself isn't exactly attractive, you know.”

You're the one hounding me and I'm the one with a pretentious attitude? This guy is ridiculous. You think to yourself.

“And then pretending to love a piece that has only been available for public viewing since about 3 hours ago? You really are trying too hard, next ti–”

“Careful there, stranger.” A familiar voice interrupts, “you wouldn't want to disturb your fellow fans of art by making a big scene, would you?”

You smile when you feel Rafayel's warmth against your back, the ring you got him sits comfortably, and familiarly, against your skin as he places his hand on your arm.

A scowl crosses the man's face. “Who do you think you are? You cocky little…”

It takes a few seconds for the stranger to realise why he knows the man who so casually rests his hand on you, but when it dawns on him and the recognition crosses his features it takes all your strength not to start grinning at his reaction. He stumbles backwards, bowing his head and muttering half hearted apologies, and you watch as he turns abruptly and practically runs out of the entryway.

Rafayel’s laughter fills your ears, his hands slide down to your waist and when he spins you towards him you can't help but follow his lead and let out a small laugh as well. The urge to pull him against you almost overwhelms you, his cheeks are slightly flushed and his lips look unbelievably soft in this light, but when you remember where you are—a work event, with plenty of important opportunities for Rafayel—you manage to refrain.

“Wait!” You whip your head around, “shouldn't you be with Thomas still? Please tell me you didn't blow off those possible investors…”

Rafayel's cheeks redden ever so slightly, the light dusting making him even more irresistible.

“What did you expect me to do, angel? Leave you to the wolves?” His fingers twiddle with the cardigan in your hands, “besides, Thomas can do perfectly well without me.”

The two of you turn your heads towards Thomas. The men are all heavily engaged in conversation, although now they are closer to the painting on the right and seem to be discussing it in intense detail.

“So… tell me more about how you've always loved this one, I'm dying to hear about it.”

A flush creeps onto your cheeks and you smack Rafayel's arm lightly, “I can't believe you were listening to that. I'm never coming with you to an opening ever again.”

Your threat is empty, Rafayel knows this. So when you attempt to escape from his grasp he's quick to chase after you and pull you tightly against his chest.

“You would never be so mean.” He whispers, his breath tickles your neck and you feel a shiver sweep over your body.

You feel people's eyes on you but you try to pay it no mind, it is Rafayel's exhibition after all.

“You're ridiculous,” you tease.

His arms squeeze you once more before loosening ever so slightly, just loose enough for you to turn around in his grip. His eyes are waiting for you, warm and soft and familiar, and when you slide your arms around his waist—he is somehow now the one holding onto your cardigan—he smiles a knowing smile and you feel your cheeks warm again.

“Maybe… but you love me anyway.” His words are light, but you recognise that uncertainty in his voice.

“Yes, I do. I love you very much, Rafayel.”

He smiles, a wide, vulnerable type of smile and as you press a light kiss to his cheek you hear the unmistakable voice of Thomas getting closer and closer. Rafayel's smiles turns into a frown rather suddenly and when he links his hand in yours you look over at him with a questioning gaze.

“You're coming with me this time, cutie.”

And so you let him lead you towards Thomas and his potential investors, happy to be thrown into the deep end, as long as you're by his side.

[averagefishontuesday]

Fellas... Important Question to those to the Kaiba Fangirls/Fanboys/Fans or those who picks Kaiba as their favorite character:

Feel free to say what you guys wanna say, I'm all ears or eyes...

Just a reminder: Don't be an a-hole 🙏

Thanks!

-🌊🐟👋

[fishyvamp]

I wish Ghostface was real so I could pick him up and rattle him around like a maraca

Shake that man into oblivion

Yes! Pick him up and shake him, see the knives and Polaroids come loose. Call him baby girl as you pin him to the wall. Throw the man over your shoulder and take him away, I will make this pathetic man weep with the things I would do to him. I may not be a killer, but I am a menace. You will get him crying from over stimulation as his hands are tied uselessly above his head. Making sure there is not a thought in that pretty head as he moans your name.

[syluses]

peeping fmlif rafayels jealousy at a supposed boyfriend tho... If mc coincidentally managed to attend the concert with a male friend (who bought their own ticket), what would be his gameplay then? Better yet, if mc already had a mans?

1) ohhhh he’d be pissed and honestly quite offended. since thomas informed rafayel of your coming after all but throwing the ticket into your open hands, he’s been losing sleep out of excitement to see YOU. only you. not you and your girlfriends, not you and your sister, not you and some stupid boy. just you. i honestly can almost see rafayel, when you finally enter his backstage room- arms linked with your uninvited plus one- literally tossing your friend a girl and winking have fun as he shoos him out the door- anything to get him far away. now that he finally gets to see u, he is not letting anybody jeopardize your alone time (especially after he orders the women out).

2) if mc already had a mans, and rafayel clocked him through one of her socials- then he’d still be pissed & offended, but add hurt to the mix… he takes it as a small betrayal. but he cant grudge her, not for long… she has such a pretty, lovely face, after all— its hard to stay mad at it for more than a week before he’s back to jerking off at her bikini pics and kissing his phone screen 😚 regardless, rafayel is making sure she comes to his concert alone. and anyway, maybe he’s a touch bigheaded, but he’d like to think that he pleasured his number one fan so well that she wouldnt even dream of going back to her boyfriend at home... if she did, though…?

it wouldn’t be hard for raf to step in between their relationship 👀 not after she’s been so unfaithful to that loser!! maybe, afterwards, he even takes a few pics to hang over her head. just in case

[saym0-0]

wip of @watcheraurora's kings tide impulse and skizz because. i love them. left at an awkward place because i was kicked out of my moms room (where my ipad is plugged in) because she wanted to go to bed lmao

[drdtships]

Hi, so, it's been a while. I apologize for inactivity. Honestly, my excuse is pretty much what you hear from most depressed people: depression hits like a bitch, and lack of motivation. That basically sums it up for me. Oh, plus drdtxmas... Which y'all should join! Really fun!

Right now I'm writing some terueden for drdtxmas. Since I'm mentioning it, maybe I'll promote it here when I post it.

Anyway, here are some tidbits or head cannons that may or may not have to do with the fic. They're all family-related. Some of these I might reuse in other fics, too. I don't know.

tw: there's homophobia in this, and it gets icky.

Enjoy.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Eden's parents are supportive of her sexuality but aren't quite understanding of what her sexuality is. Or specifically, that it's possible for a woman to love only a woman or a man that loves only a man. In their eyes, Eden is bi or pan and happens to fall for another girl.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Eden's parents adore Teruko. They don't talk about her sexuality at all after they learned that Teruko has dated men, too. But they adore her strength. They know Teruko can keep Eden safe, and they love that Eden is happy with her. Mostly because of what Teruko can do physically for Eden (as in, protection, and since they see her as a tomboy, maybe she'll show their daughter that women will always love men).

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Teruko's brother likes Eden, and he loves Eden for Teruko. In contrast to Eden's family, Teruko's brother thinks she's good for Teruko from a more emotional standpoint. She's kind, patient, loving, affectionate, forgiving, and a good person. He believes she has the potential to teach Teruko some valuable lessons, especially when it comes to what drives other people.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ They seem like a cat couple, and Eden is a cat person, but she also loves dogs (Teruko is a dog person). So, they have a small dog they adopted from a rescue shelter.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ They also have a turtle.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ They'll take in foster pets, but if they foster a dog, it has to be at least eight years old.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Eventually, after marriage and therapy and preparation, they took foster kids, too. Specifically babies and teenagers above fourteen.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ The only adoption they made besides their first dog was a golden retriever, comedically named Sandy.

-Mod Fishy!!

[weirdfishy]

uhm do i LOOK LIKE verse / Unknown Caller ID verse is honest-to-goodness just me going 'how many different ideas i love from the dp/dc/dpxdc fandom can i shove into this bad boy' like i feel such need to wattpad the hell out of anything i post in this verse with links to what the hell im talking abt for certain aspects like how i imagine older danny and bruce, or aspects of backstory that i'm pulling from different comics/blurbs

[ravenwriter16]

Creative Minds Think Alike

Ep. 1 -- Ep.2 -- Ep. 3 -- Ep. 4 -- Ep. 5 --Ep. 6 -- Ep. 7 (Here!)

Featuring the Amazing: @robinette-green

Reminder! If the Content Creator doesn't approve of how I represent them, or their AUs/OCs then I edit my work or DELETE it.

It's not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators! This is one of my longer works since there is more world building so heads up!

Enjoy!

The setting sun casts the exterior of the grand castle in oranges and purples, shadows dance in every crook and cranny. Fireflies light up the garden, letting couples and groups of Creators and DCA variants walk and chat peacefully.

Every now and then a soft breeze would blow through, kicking up some of the fall leaves. The left-over pumpkins from the Halloween festival sit out of the smaller woodland creatures to nibble on. Soft candlelight emits from some of the tree houses and green houses in the large garden.

Hidden by the large willow and pine trees was the large wall that surrounded the castle grounds, built to keep unwanted forces out. But some people seem to not be getting the concept.

A shovel breaches the dirt patch a few feet away from the wall. It pushes away the dirt and retracts back into the ground. The top of a gray head lifts up, yellow eyes scanning around the area. It goes back into the hole and a squeaky voice loudly whispers,

“No one’s here. Come on.”

Grunts follow and a teenager size creature is pushed out of the hole. Skin all gray, hair white and braided down to his hip. Glowing yellow eyes scan the area once more before pulling up two more look-alike beings from the hole.

“Zur! Why did you have to eat those cakes?!” The first one huffs at the smallest member of their trio.

“Oh, shut up, Fint.” Zur snaps, kicking his feet to get him out of the hole. “Come on, Mog! Put your back into it!”

“Silence.” The older of the trio hisses, grunting as he finally pulls his brother out of the hole.

Flint drops Zur’s hand and collapses on the floor, panting. Zur wipes his brow with the back of his hand, rearranging his cloak so that it hid his daggers. He looks up at Mog, narrowing his eyes as his older brother crouches low to the ground, using the bushes as cover.

“Do you see anyone coming?” he asks.

Mog merely shakes his head. Flint catches his breath, sitting up right. “Why did we have to do this again?”

“Because we didn’t show up to the meeting when they voted, idiot.” Zur hisses.

“Oh, shut UP fatso.”

“Who you calling—,”

“Silence.” Mog spits, turning his head and burning gaze on his brothers. “You are both fools. We are in enemy lines. If we are caught, we’ll be given a fate worse than death…”

“Then why not just go home and call it a day?” Whines Flint, tossing his hands up in the air, “Let someone else do this—,”

“Where is your honor, dimwit.” Zur smirks as Flint growls at him.

Mog snaps his fingers, “Enough.”

Both quiet down but not before giving each other crude hand gestures. Then they crawl closer to Mog, waiting for his cue. The oldest scans the garden, watching as the remaining creators head inside their houses or head back to the castle.

The sun had fully set now, casting the grounds in totally darkness save for the merciful light the stars and full autumn moon provided. After waiting for a few more precious moments, he steps out onto the cobblestone path. He motions for the other two to do the same.

All three pull up their hoods and put on their black oni masks. They give each other a small nod, before quietly making their way to the middle of the garden. Small fireflies light up the path but very faintly, as the castle has a curfew put in place to the many complaints by Moondrop variants.

Or so the Acquisition has been informed.

The trio still when they spot the fountain they have been searching for. They rush to it, Flint looking into the water, Zur staring in awe at the construct, and Mog keeping his mind focus on the mission.

Flint’s eyes glimmer with greed when he spots the shimmering pink glimmer of heart gems. Tosses into the fountain like coins in a wishing well. He plunges his hands into the cold, frigid surface, scooping and grabbing any gem he could find. He pulls them out and hastily shoves them into his pouch.

Zur takes in the beauty of the fountain. The marble intricately carved and molded in a way that made it look like it wasn’t solid stone at all. It looked like at any moment it would become a crashing wave. The water it sprouted glowed a bright blue, lighting up the entirety of the fountain.

It was the most magical thing he has ever seen.

“Found it,” Mog’s gaze was focused in on a very large, unearthly, mushroom with a door and a few round windows. He starts his way towards it, grabbing Zur by his pointed ear. Said troll yelps and grunts as he’s dragged by his older brother.

“Flint, keep an eye out.” He spits through gritted teeth.

All Flint does in response is pull out more gems from the water, smiling like a lunatic. Zur rolls his eyes, hissing when Mog pulls harder on his ear. “Alright! Alright!”

“Shhh!”

“Oh, shut up.”

A hard pinch is applied to his abused ear. “OW! Okay, shesh…”

They walk closer to the mushroom house, disappearing behind some bushes.

Flint pushes his haul out of the fountain and onto the dry ground. He climbs out, clothes making a splatting sound when he touches ground and crouches. He starts counting the gems, moving them into his pockets.

He didn’t notice in his haze of greed how the gardens went dead silent.

“These creators are just throwing all of these beauties away! What idiots! More for me then, heh.” He cackles, picking up his pace with shoving and more gems into his pockets. “With these I can buy my OWN castle.”

He stands up, the sides of his pants bulging with his haul. He looks over again at the fountain, staring earnestly at all the left-over gems still in the water. It was all too much, but he could always come back. But with a giant sack next time for an even larger haul.

“Mrrrp?”

Flint jumps out of his skin, head snapping from here to there. He thought he was alone here in the large garden. But clearly that was not the case. Yellow eyes stop at the cobblestone pathway, focused in on…

A…Cat?

Sitting there with a purple collar around its neck, was the feline. Fur mostly black with lines of brown, tall ears that stood straight up, and wide green eyes with sharp, black, slitted pupils. Its tail flicks as it tilts its head at the troll, curling around air.

Flint blinks at it, “What are you-,”

The cat tilts its head again, and something glints in the spot where its mouth should be. Flint gasps, eyes widening and his greed comes flooding back. In between the cat’s sharp teeth, was a silver coin with identical glowing green runes on both sides of the item.

“A…A Riblogian coin…” Flint’s hands start trembling, “One of those is worth more than all those gems…I just need to get—,”

The cat gets to its feet, turning around and looking over its shoulder at the troll, tail flicking and curling. A low meow works its way through the creature’s throat before it takes a step forward in the opposite direction of the crazed intruder.

Flint snaps out of his funk, a crazed smile splitting his lips. He hooks his index finger in a ‘come hither motion’ and takes a step closer to the poor feline. “Here kitty, kitty~.”

The cat turns around and bolts off down the path. Flint curses under his breath and takes off after the creature. The chase ensued all around the garden, weaving around trees, over and under bushes, until finally, they reach one of the corners the castle walls made.

Well corner was a bit of a stretch, if anything it looked like a long and narrow alley way. The cat was at the end of said alley way, trapped. Flint chuckles as the feline chirps almost in annoyance and turns around to face him, back arched.

“Stupid runt. This is a dead end!” Flint crouches down, picking up a rock and testing its weight. “So how about you just give me that trinket in your mouth, and you won’t get hurt…THAT much. How does that sound?”

“Hsss!” the cat’s fur stands on in, fangs bared as Flint gets closer and closer.

“Just.” He’s only a few feet away.

“Come.” He raises the stone over his head.

“HERE!”

He rams down his arm to attack the feline, but the little creature pulls a fast one. As Flint leans forward in his attack, his legs where wide open along with the space between them. In lightning-fast speed, the cat bolts through the opening, scurrying to the front of the alley.

Flint, caught off guard, falls forward, slamming his chin hard into the rocky ground. His teeth clamp on his tongue, and he feels his mouth start to fill with the metallic taste of blood. Stars dance in his vision and a continuous loud ringing echoes in his ears.

He gets to his knees, grunting in pain. A strained chuckle escapes his clenched jaw as he wipes the small dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth. Growling, he gets to his feet, picking his stone back up.

“You little—! Where did you go?!” He whips around.

His smile drops, skin turning as white as his hair. He looks down at the sharp blade being pressed against his chest, not enough to pierce through skin but enough to pierce through the thick strands of the fabric of his shirt.

Yellow eyes follow the blade from its tip to the metal hand warped around the handle. Dark red sleeves of a coat come next then finally to the piercing blues eye glaring down at him from underneath a Tricon hat with a blood red plumage hanging from it.

The being growls, showcasing sharp canines.

“My, my MY! What do we have here~?” the voice startles Flint and he looks over the strangers shoulder to find another being.

This one also made of metal, though instead of a hat, tall sharp rays lined his head. Blue eyes, lighter than the other’s, stare at Flint in amusement. In his hands was the cat, enjoying the pets it was getting from the metal creature.

“A lost minnow? What a shame!” The being chuckles, stepping forward so now he stood beside his comrade. “What shall we do with him, Moon?”

Moon?! Flint looks back and forth between the two.

Oh…SHIT!

“You’re...! You’re both…! But—,”

“Silence.” The moon variant presses his blade a tad harder into Flint’s chest, “Do not speak unless spoken to.”

“Oh, don’t be so hard on the lad, Moon.”

“He’s trespassing Sun.” Moon rolls his eyes. “And he tried to hurt Viola.”

The who now?!

Sun sighs, moving his sharp finger to scratch under the cat’s chin, “Did that mean little troll hurt you, little Vi? Did he~?”

The cat purrs under the affection, dropping the coin from its mouth. Flint yelps, wanting to move to catch it, but can only watch as the trinket just falls into the awaiting palm of Moon.

Said being holds it up to his eyes, rolling it between his fingers. His gaze wanders back to Flint, “This little thing was what was causing all this trouble?”

Flint takes a step back, the gems in his pockets clinking. Sun hums in disappointment as Moon growls louder. “Such greed…”

“I do think we need to teach this young lad a lesson about the consequences of stealing what is not his.” Sun helps the cat to his shoulders.

Moon smiles, the moonlight reflecting off his blade and lighting up his face. “I agree. Let’s begin, shall we?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mog stands like a watch tower, arms crossed as he surveys the tress surrounding him and Zur. Fingers twitching ever so slightly, curling around his arms. Occasionally he would glance down at the sheath knife handing from the side of his belt.

He hated all the silence…

The younger troll was crouched down in front of the door of the unnaturally tall and large mushroom house, lock picks in his hands. Zur sighs, narrowing his eyes as he works, “We haven’t heard from Flint in a while.”

“It’ll be fine just...keep doing your job.” Mog groans, rubbing his temple. They were going to be behind schedule if they kept this pace.

“Alright alright…Geez…”

Mog glances at his brother, tapping his foot faster and faster. He growls and turns to face him, “Can’t you pick that lock any faster?”

“You wanted me to pick a lock. I’m picking the damn lock!” Zur leans back on his feet, gesturing to the door, “You think you can do it better?!”

Mog growls, but bits his tongue. He faces the line of trees once more, “Just do it.”

Zur nods his head. “Yeah! That’s what I thought!”

The troll gets back to work, only now he starts mumbling his annoyance. “Come here with ME to pick a lot, then yell at ME how I do it… and I never yell at you with how…you organize…paper.”

“Just SHUT UP and do it.” Mog spits through clenched teeth.

Zur rolls his eyes, “Fine…What are we even looking for in here?”

“We’re looking for records, keys, ANYTHING we can use against this…place.”

“Yeah, but like…” Zur shrugs his shoulders, “Why THIS place. Is this like some famed creator’s or something—,”

“No, you Idiot!” Mog snaps, “This is where the Archivist stays.”

Zur freezes, looking at Mog with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “YOU wanted ME—,” he backs away from the lock, “to BREAK in to the Archivist’s house, in the middle of the night?! Unarmed?!”

“She is just…a giant…HARPY!” Mog spreads his arms out, “Pluck her wings if you have to!”

Zur drags a hand through his hair, “She has creations—,”

“—That go in lock down!” Mog rolls his eyes, hands planted on his hips. “I planned for this; no creation is out past a certain curfew…”

Zur starts pacing, “Well what about those creepy Moon guys?!”

“They are still ON a curfew, and they can only be active INSIDE the castle. And only if their creator is up…That’s their whole point.”

“Yeah! But what if the Archivist is up—,”

“If she was do you think we’d be DOING this?!” Mog grabs his brother by the collar, shaking him slightly. “Stop being a wuss and do…your…JOB.”

Zur swallows, seeing the raging fire in his brother’s eyes. “O-okay…”

“Now get back to work,” Mog tosses his brother to the ground, “quickly.”

“Geez…” Zur sighs, giving his brother a pointed look before crouching down in front of the lock once more, “Can you feel the brotherly love here~.”

As Zur is working and Mog is overseeing his work, a scurrying sound comes from the bushes. Zur whips around, “What was that?!”

“Nothing, get back to work—,”

“I am getting sick and tired of hearing that!” Zur points to the bushes, “Someone is out there. You go check while I work. Can you do that instead of just standing there all high and mighty?”

Mog grits his teeth then takes a deep breath. He turns on his heels, “Fine.”

“Thank you~.” Zur mocks. “You can do one good thing at least…”

Mog rolls his eyes, drawing his dagger with one hand while the other clenches into a fist. Why he decided to bring his brothers along and not his own troops, he would never know…

He readies himself as he nears the bushes, dagger at the ready to deal some damage to any late-night creepers. Reaching out with his free hand, he grabs some branches and getting ready to pull them away. He takes a deep breath, and rips the branches away, bringing his dagger down on…

Nothing…

He was right, his brother was wrong. There was NOTHING!

Mog breaths sharply out his nose, sheathing his knife. “There’s nothing here. You’re hearing is as faulty as ever…” He turns around, “And your lock picking skills have gotten much slower over the years—,”

He stills, blinking a few times just to make sure.

His brother was nowhere to be seen, his tools scattered carelessly along the ground. Mog growls, taking small and quiet steps forward. Upon coming closer to the discarded tools, an out of place object catches his eye.

It was a simple wooden cross.

“Strange…Never took Zur as religious…” He bends down, picking up the cross and flipping it this way and that. “Looks old…”

“EXCUSE me?!”

He whips around, startled. A human man with golden hair and blue eyes stands there, arms crossed over his chest, which was covered with cris cross leather straps and full of pure silver blades. “That is a high-grade, freshly carved cross! It is not OLD as you so put it, good sir.”

Mog blinks at the dark coated figure, confused beyond his years. “Wha—,”

“I mean the nerve! Do you always criticize other people’s equipment?” The golden-hair man puts his hands on his hips, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, “You don’t see me spitting about that dull bladed weapon on your hip.”

Mog growls, taking a step back and drawing said ‘dull-bladed weapon’. “Leave before things get bloody.”

The man tsks, “Such a VIOLENT personality! You’ll be too dangerous out at this time of night. It’d be best if you come with me quietly—,”

“I don’t think you quite understand the severity of the situation,” Mog scoffs, lifting his blade, “I could kill you right here and now…Let your blood stain this grass for all to see.”

The man hums, “Hmm, sorry. But I only allow ONE person that honor and well…they’re not here right now.” He sighs, lifting his arms in a ‘what are you going to do’ like manner. “Well if you aren’t going to come peacefully—Moon would you be so kind?”

“Moon?” Mog tilts his head.

A tap on his left shoulder follows and in a lapse of judgment he turns his head. He only saw the blur of blue hair with white streaks before the fist connected hard with his nose. He cries out in pain before his vision goes black and he falls to the ground. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pirate Sun and Human Sun tosses the last of the troll trio into the cell. Not caring as they slam the metal door shut and locking it. The Moons where busy putting the rest of the ropes and chains away, the ones that they didn’t use on the captives.

“What a night.” Human Sun yawns, stretching his arms. “I’m about ready to collapse!”

“Then Moon and I will keep first watch.” The robotic Sun beams at his human variant.

Said Moon nods his head, fixing his hat to better rest on his head, “Just be sure to inform Robin before you turn in.”

Both humans nod, heading up the stairs and out of the dungeon. Upon reaching the top, they open the door to the main room.

The room was large, allowing multiple people in it at a time. In fact, one could hold an entire ball here and still have space. Lining the walls where windows allowing one a spectacular view of the garden and night sky, with all it’s stars.

The ceiling had a tent-like quality with all the colorful silks hanging from various support beams. You could hardly see the roof itself or the said support beams. And woven into the fabrics where small hovering orbs of yellow light. These orbs provided light for the room, dimming and brightening as they float around. Some even lined the windows and outlined the floor.

Around the room where some plush couches, chairs, and even some lounge chaise armchairs. Creating a relaxed and warm environment. Of course, there was also some Sun and Moon themed pillows and plushies, just waiting to be cuddled.

In one corner of the roam was a large, plush office chair behind a grand desk. The back of the chair was facing the desk itself, obscuring the person sitting there, but it couldn’t hide the flicking cat tail and black tail feather poking out from the armrests.

“Hey boys.” A hand reaches out and pets the cat tail, “How are our guest? Comfy?”

Moon smiles, “Of course. Only the best for our dear Friends.”

“How is little Viola?” Sun asks, concerned.

The chair spins around. Sitting in it was a tall woman with short green and pink hair. She had on a lose white poet shirt and a pair of black pants. Around her waist is a black leather belt and flanking her sides where dual sheathed, mystical, wielding swords.

In her lap was her feline familiar, purring as she receives pets from her owner. The woman’s green eyes light up as she scratches Viola’s belly, “She’s alright.”

Sun deflates with relief, “Oh thank the stars!”

Moon tilts his head, his hair falling to the side a bit from the action. “You already sent for one of the ravens, Lady Robin.”

The creator looks over at the arm rest, meeting eyes with the raven. The creature chirps, tilting it’s head. Around it’s neck is a green ribbon with a small bell tied to it. Robin smiles, flicking the bell and smiling as the raven puffs up from the sound.

“It was already waiting and pecking at the window when you four came back with the intruders.” Robin sighs and crosses her legs. “Smart little guy.”

The raven puffs up its chest, cawing with pride. Viloa purrs, moving closer to the bird. The raven hops into Robin’s lap, nuzzling close to the feline. The cat purrs, tail curling around her buddy.

Robin smiles before leaning forward and taking her pen, “With those three, what is the count for tonight?”

“Twenty-three.” Sun and Moon say at the same time.

Robin nods, writing down the number in the report, “Twenty…three…Got it! Thank you both!”

“No problem sunshine!” Sun beams, “It’s always fun to scare these young trolls.”

Moon huffs, “You would think they would learn after the first five times…”

Sun shrugs, “More fun for us!”

Robin smiles, “Indeed. Now!” She rolls up the report and lifts the raven from her lap. She places the bird gently on the desk, tying the scroll to one of its legs. “Alrighty little guy.”

It tilts its head and gets to his feet, flapping its wings in excitement. Robin chuckles, “You okay with getting this report to your owner?”

It caws and takes off, circling around the room. Moon heads over to the door, opening it. The raven dive bombs towards him, gliding out the doorway. Moon closes it after making sure that the little messenger was fully out.

Robin moves her cat to the floor, giving one last pet before getting to her own feet. She stretches her arms over her head, yawning. Her aura spikes, making every living everything in that building hear a faint melody created from various creatures and beasts. Peaceful but underneath there was this wordless pulsing power. Much like a caged beast that is just waiting to be released into the arena.

Robin sighs and lowers her arms, smiling at Sun and Moon. “You guys can head back if you like. I think that was the last patrol for the night.”

Moon nods his head, “Alright. Make sure to lets us know if something happens and you need help.”

Robin tsks, “I’m sure I can handle it.”

“Yes, but we need the intruders in one piece.” Sun reminds. “Need I remind you what happened last time—,”

*Knock Knock*

“Oh! That must be Raven!” Robin quickly heads to the door, avoiding both the hunters’ gazes. She opens the door and is met with the Archivist huffing and leaning on the door frame.

The harpy holds up a finger, “One…SEC…Woo…”

“Did you run here?” Robin arches a brow.

“I have been stuck in a stupid council meeting…ALL day.” Raven straightens up. “This was the excuse I was looking for to get out of it.”

“Refductin again?” Robin steps aside, letting Raven walk in.

“Who else?” The Archivist groans before rubbing her hands together. “SO! Where are the little victi—I mean, captives?”

“In the dungeon…want to go interrogate them before I fill out their process forms?” Robin crosses her arms and smirks.

Raven cackles, “Took the words right out of my mouth!”

The two creators rush down the stairs, cackling like witches.

Sun clears his throat and points to the stairs, “Uhm…Should we do something about that?”

Moon shrugs, “Let them have some fun.  Besides, they’re those two pirates’ problem now.”

They both share a laugh before heading to the back, smiling when they hear the cackles grow louder. A loud explosion follows after.

*

I have FINISHED IT! I hope you all enjoyed it especially you Robin! Sorry that it took so long! I wanted to do my best to give you and your characters justice! She also wrote the special entry in the Halloween special (Pt 1.)

And if the rest of you haven't heard of her, go check out her Tumblr! She has a TON of AMAZING stories and art! I hope you all have a wonderful timezone!

[libra-cant-just-dance]

Since Eva Chase is famous, maybe her and Jack Rose know each other? Is that? Is that anything?

[poltergeistbeetle]

Evening folks,

updates for Hooked Harlequins will be coming later today, but for now. I have something else.

Now, I don't consider myself a very good artist, but I want to share my work regardless. So, here are some VERY rough and VERY poorly drawn designs for my fishy boys featured in Hooked Harlequins.

Sun:

Based on the White Ribbon eel. Presents with soft pastel yellows and a few darker orange tones.

Moon:

Gets his design from the Hair Angler. Mainly coloured by off white shades, with some darker blues peeking through to highlight his body and fingers.

Eclipse's design is still a bit in the works, so you'll have to wait a bit before he joins the scene.

[lyth4]

I want the cat to be another transmigrator so bad. Li Yu deserves an Airplane Bro.

[eydi-andrius]

OMG! OMG! OMG! I GOT RAFAYEL USING ONLY 20 PULLS! THRICE! OMG! MY FISHY LITERALLY CAME HOME! HE KICKED DOWN MY DOOR AND YELLED, "REMEMBER ME?"! NOT ONLY THAT RAFAYEL HAS THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS MY SISTER! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 OMG! THIS IS AMAZING!!!!