#get in my beak(er)

[fisheito]

I was so scare when i saw this

Rei.... what are you going to do to those slimes where my party is at serious risk of die

[irisintheafterglow]

touya todoroki completes community service hours at an aquarium.

your supervisors, understandably, were adamantly against having the convicted criminal anywhere near the facility, its staff, and its animals. however, after being reassured time and time again that he wouldn't be working in public areas, you were assigned to be his unofficial parole officer (or off-fish-er you called it) because of your hydrokinetic quirk. not only were you responsible for watching a criminal, you were also the first line of defense in case he decided to make the facility into a seafood boil.

you'd better be getting a stellar letter of recommendation after all this.

as luck would have it, word spread quickly among aquarium staff about the new volunteer and his...messy...history. you received many texts wishing you good luck and stating that you're in many people's prayers as if working with him would be a death sentence. but, to your surprise, your first day with touya is actually...not terrible.

"you're doing a nice job. you can cut them into larger chunks if you want," you recommend kindly as he slices pieces of shrimp and fish for the penguins and drops them into the gray bucket.

"don't want them to choke," he mumbles almost imperceptibly. from what you've heard about him, touya was physically incapable of shutting up and always had some snarky insult to mutter under his breath. the man you were working with, however, kept his thoughts to himself and only engaged you with curt acknowledgments of tasks. "these got bones in 'em still?"

"digestible ones, yeah," you confirm, a little confused about why he's so curious. he struck you as the type of guy to just work and finish his assignments with as little energy exertion as possible. but here he was, concerned for the animals' safety even when he hadn't even seen them yet. "we just need to cut them up because some of them try to swallow the big ones whole, and we don't need them blocking their throats."

"how many are there?"

"the penguins?" he hums in assent, never taking his eyes off the precise cuts on the food. "i think our colony is a few dozen, maybe twenty-two?"

"do they get along well?"

"some of them are a little feistier than others," you admit with a fond smile. "but the majority of them are really sweet. you'll see when you meet them."

"meet them?"

"you're not walking out with me, of course," you quickly correct. "my shift lead's gonna have my head on a stake if you so much as show a finger to the public." he nods, an odd sort of quiet falling between you two that was more awkward than the previous silence. if you knew any better, you would interpret his expression for disappointment. "there's one recovering from an illness backstage named peach. she gets fed on her own, but if there's some left over i can take you over there to feed her."

"it's fine. don't wanna bother your routine," he mutters with a shrug, but you catch the renewed glint in his eyes at the prospect of meeting one of the animals personally. after feeding the main colony and not-so-accidentally leaving a few treats at the bottom of the bucket, touya follows you through the back halls of the vet center to peach's holding area.

"be warned, she's one of the feisty ones," you caution him, carefully stepping into the plexiglass-enclosed space. he copies your motions exactly and you're surprised, again, from the great care he seems to take when interacting with the small penguin. "so, all you need to do is hand out the fish to her and let her take it in her beak."

"does she dislike new people?" he asks as peach aggressively inspects his shins, prodding them with her beak when touya tries to step away. "i don't think she likes me."

"it's the opposite, believe it or not; you're making her angry when you try to give her space like that," you reply with a stifled laugh.

"oh. i see." peach continues to slap touya with her fins and poke him until he gives her what she wants, a large chunk of fish straight from his hand. you kneel down next to him when he has a seat on the floor, his eyes curiously observing the spunky bird. "she always this sassy with you?"

"only when she gets jealous," you smile, running your hand over the top of her head. her eyes close in contentment before returning to touya's outstretched food offering. "what do you think?"

"about what?"

"do you think this arrangement is gonna be a nightmare for you?" he pauses and, for the millionth time that day, surprises you with how much thought he put into his actions.

"if everyone i meet is as easy as you and her," he says, gesturing to peach but speaking soft enough to make your cheeks heat, "i think i'll get by."

---

"peach duty today?"

"schedule got mixed around, so we'll be giving her dinner instead of lunch today," you reply and touya hums at your side, an answer that could be considered rude if you didn't already know he was a man of few words.

few words, that is, if he was speaking to anyone other than the animals. after a month of touya shadowing you, you could pick up on the little conversations he had with the different animals he took care of: asking the cownose rays to calm down during feeding time, warning the reef sharks that they might need braces if they keep losing so many teeth (he kept forgetting it was normal for them to lose that many teeth), quietly cheering on the day octopus as he breaks into a jar full of crabs.

"who've we got today?"

"took a hell of a lotta convincing, but my boss is letting you meet my best friend today," you inform him. touya walks in step beside you like he'd memorized the fishy-smelling back halls of the aquarium, barely sparing passing wary staff so much as a glance. you'd be intimidated, too, if he wasn't your partner; he was formidable in his favorite blue windbreaker with his hands stuffed casually in its pockets that subtly accented the lean muscle in his arms. not that you were paying much attention to his body, anyway.

"and who would that be?"

"her name is donna, but i call her mama donna." he follows you down a corridor he'd never taken before, toward the very back of the medical wing. "take that hall on the right and change into a wetsuit; i'll meet you back over here, okay?"

"why do i need to change?"

"well, because you're getting in the water with me."

shit.

it's the first time touya hesitates in a long time when you beckon him to join you in the shallow pool. you'd already summoned donna, who was much larger of an animal than he expected. you said she was an adult zebra shark, but all he could register is the tiny tank of brown sacks the size of his hand just outside the walls of the pool.

"i don't think it's the best--"

"get in the water, touya, or i'm gonna report you for insubordination," you interrupt, waist-deep in the water. you don't mean it, of course, but you did need a hand with donna if you were going to check on the status of her eggs.

"i shouldn't be in the water with her, 'specially if she's a mother."

"what, you got something against moms?" he flinches and you suddenly regret speaking so brashly, something about his reaction indicating that you'd hit a nerve. "sorry, that was insensitive--"

"i don't wanna hurt her if i..." his voice trails off and he looks down at his scarred hands, the tissue dark enough to almost match the color of his wetsuit. "it's better for everyone if i don't get close to her if she's vulnerable." you wait for him to look you dead in the eyes before answering.

"i wouldn't bring you to meet her if i didn't think you were ready, touya," you begin gently. "i don't think of you the same way as the rest of the staff because you've proven that you're different from the gossip."

"but what if i--"

"did you forget why i'm paired with you in the first place?" donna swims around you impatiently, nudging you with her nose while you continue to convince touya to get in the water. "i'm the only one on staff that can neutralize you, but i know i won't need to."

"how are you so sure?"

"because i hear you talk to them," you state simply, rubbing your hand on donna's nose as her tail splashes your upper body. "your little conversations tell me you care, even if i'm not allowed to be a part of them." you shoot him a wry smile and he finally scoffs, partly a chuckle and partly an exhale; he didn't realize he'd been holding his breath. "i'll drown you if you heat this water by even half a degree, so help me with donna and then we can go visit peach, yeah?"

---

you'd fallen into an unexpectedly fond partnership over the course of your six months of touya-duty. he was a pretty damn good listener, letting you boss him this way and that and only retaliating with a lighthearted eyeroll. on certain occasions, he would open up about his history, and you followed along intently. he insisted on doing the heavy lifting and opening every door for you, even if you weren't carrying anything. he remembered every animal by name and could tell apart the most similar looking creatures, pointing out their differences with an expression that screamed 'is it not obvious?' towards the end of his assignment, you both faced an unexpected surprise.

his family came to visit.

well, not all of his family, only the ones touya maintained somewhat of a relationship with. in the times he'd opened up, he briefly mentioned his now-graduated little brother, shoto, and the work he'd done to mend the tears between him, his mother, and his other siblings. you consider it a blessing that only his mother and siblings appear when you round the corner to the 'vip only' waiting area (from your talks, you'd also learned it'd be on sight if touya's retired father stepped on the property). he freezes when he sees his family as the guests who would be shadowing him, becoming uncharacteristically stiff as petrified wood.

"welcome, todoroki family. i'm so glad you could join us today," you greet with a polite smile. only when your hand gently settles on touya's shoulder, the reminder of your presence melting the chill in his veins, does the tension in his body dissipate. "touya? d'you wanna introduce me to your family?" he glances at you, your unwavering trust in him, and his eyes soften as he nods.

"yeah," he affirms quietly. "yeah, i can do that."

"doing great, partner," you whisper once you're acquainted with the family and on the move, heading toward the back halls of the tropical gallery. "i'll only talk if you need me to, today, because i want this to be about you and them."

"but you're not gonna leave me, right?"

"wouldn't dream of it," you reassure him, something in your heart stumbling when he gives you an easy smile. as the day goes on and touya guides his family through the back corridors of the facility, he's able to ramble about all the knowledge he'd acquired while working with you. at each exhibit, he points out every species with total accuracy and shares his favorite quirks about certain animals. you have a front-row seat for the way his eyes, usually so molten and intense, have a star-like quality to them when he talks about his new friends, the abalone and the otters and the sea bass. his family observes him in awe, and you catch his mother watching you watch him several times. touya ends the day by introducing peach, his self-proclaimed 'number one girl,' and helping his family with her nightly feeding. though all the todoroki siblings struck you as reserved when you first met them, their conversations were full of life as they walked ahead and you trailed behind with his mother.

"this suits him," rei states with a thoughtful smile.

"i'm biased, but i agree," you reply. she fixes you again with that curious stare, analyzing you. "do i have fish scales on my face?" she laughs and shakes her head.

"no, i'm just indebted to you for getting through to him." you blink, taken aback by her genuine response. "being with you makes him happy. i haven't seen him like this in a long while." she turns back to her children, walking in one raucous group and making plans to get dinner after his shift. "he doesn't talk with them like this often."

"i imagine it's all a mother would want after everything they've been through, if i may," you add and she hums in agreement.

"it is. it's also why, i hope you wouldn't mind," she trails off and her eyebrows pinch slightly, like she's thinking of something worrisome. "if he could stay here."

"of course. i've noticed that he has a knack for husbandry, so--"

"he wants to stay with you," she cuts in, her voice soft as powdered snow. "and i'd like him to stay with you, if it means we can see him more like--"

"this," you finish for her, gesturing to the pile of adult men wrestling each other just ahead, their sister shaking her head from afar. rei sighs, her smile turning sad.

"exactly." before you can give her your reply, touya has escaped his brothers and approached to steal you from his mother.

"if you take those double doors and turn left, you'll end up in the gift shop. wait there and we can get dinner once i'm off," he tells rei, taking her hand and squeezing it once. "i won't be long." she nods and joins her other children, leaving you alone with touya in front of the staff-only window of the sea lion pool. the fading afternoon light catches in the water's rippling and sends a soft beam of light across the cavern. the largest of the lions, boris, floats from below to observe you and touya standing in front of his tank.

"he moves like a slinky," touya states and you can't help but laugh.

"he does move like a slinky, you're right." you turn to him and find he's already looking back at you, not boris. "i loved meeting your family today," you offer in the silence that makes the heartbeat in your ears sound so much louder. "they're very sweet, especially your mother."

"what were you two talking about while we were away?"

"she wanted to show me baby photos," you tease and he gives his signature eyeroll. "but really," you inhale and steady yourself, "she was saying how much this suits you."

"i'd have to agree," he murmurs, his eyes glowing like dying embers. you're close enough to smell him, smoky and rich and only the slightest bit like fish. the proximity feels comforting, like home. "if...if you'd let me--"

"stay with me," you blurt. he blinks at you, the rosy color on the tips of his ears standing out against the bright white. "i-i want you to stay with me." you wait and the quiet stews, nothing moving except slinky-like boris in the water beside you. touya's reply is barely above a whisper.

"i want to stay with you." you release a shaky exhale and let your head fall forward against his chest, steadied by his arms securing themselves around your waist. your hands slide over his shoulders and rest at the nape of his neck, fiddling with the tuft of hair at its base. "please let me stay with you," he breathes in your ear. his arms flex as his grip tightens, like you'd turn to water if he held you too loosely. touya feels like his heart is rattling in his ribcage, bouncing around uncontrollably the longer he has you in his arms. he hasn't felt his chest ache like this before.

"yes, i want you to stay with me," you confirm and he melts into you, breathing you in like fresh oxygen.

"for how long?"

"as long as you'd let me," you answer honestly. the corner of his mouth turns upward in a teasing smirk.

"and if i said forever?"

"then i guess i'd have to oblige," you beam. your hands cup his face, tracing the seam of his scars, and your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet yours. it's careful, the first time he kisses you, and he's terrified you'd slip from his fingers. but you don't disappear, so he lets himself lace your fingers with his and drag you out to the rest of his loved ones, hand-in-hand and finally feeling like he can do something good.

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[stoopakoopa]

Day 8 - Reunion

Drew out a little snippet from my partner's fic for @mesdelostrescaballeros2024!!

Part of a larger continuity being uploaded on ao3! Read it below ⬇️

Donald pulled up outside the apartment where Panchito was staying and took a deep, fortifying breath. Of course he was excited to see his friend again! Of course he was excited for The Three Caballeros to be once more reunited, even if only for a day. There was just that one catch—he felt bad even calling it a catch, like it was somehow a bad thing that he and Zé had finally professed their love for one another—but it would always be awkward telling Panchito. Surely, the duck thought with an internal groan, things would unavoidably change within the trio.

To make it all worse, José had been away on flight shifts when Panchito arrived in town, and Donald had agreed to only break the news when his new boyfriend had returned. He was a terrible liar about this kind of thing: his tongue got all tied up and his beak chattered when he spoke. How in the hell was he supposed to—?

The Donald Duck Pity Party was cut short as sharp, energetic chatter caught his ear from the street: Panchito was being seen off and heading straight for the car. Donald flung himself toward the back seat, toward the gift José had planned to hand over today, and hastily threw a spare blanket over it. The thick, scratchy wool did a decent job of concealing the obvious shape of a brand new guitar, at least if you didn't pay it mind. They'd give it to him when they were all together. That's how they were supposed to do things. Together.

Panchito appeared, waving goodbye to someone before bounding out of the apartment complex. His face lit up when he saw Donald, and before Donald could even get a word out, Panchito had leapt into the front seat, pulling him into a bear hug. His wide sombrero wobbled dangerously, but he didn't seem to care.

"¡Ay caramba, amigo! What took you so long to get here?" Panchito exclaimed, yanking Donald into his arms despite protest from his seatbelt, all to kiss Donald's cheek with his usual enthusiasm.

"'Ey, Pancho! How you doin' amigo?" The duck choked out, finding it a little easier to act natural amid the strangulation.

Panchito released Donald to pinch his cheek playfully. "Better with you here! I've been working on that new song I told you about last night! What about you? What have you been up to all day?"

"I'm doin' swell! And nothing much! Been taking 'er easy today." He lied, and not well—he was already talking too much. "Excited, though! Not every day I get to hang out with my two best pals!" Donald pulled away from Panchito's hold in order to return his attention to driving, feeling too awkward to linger in the warm hold, however much he usually would.

The charro clicked the seatbelt into place and leaned back in his seat, apparently unfazed by the duck's haste. "Ay güey, I'm just hyped that we are finally getting together again for a change. So, what are we doing this time? Are we gonna hit up the club so hard we get kicked out again? Or maybe reopen the Magical Mythical Monster Petting Zoo from Scrooge's secret vault? Or how about we raid the Anvilania embassy and get the ambassador drunk again? You know she still calls me." 

Donald nodded, absolutely not absorbing anything the rooster was clucking about in favor of focusing on the road. He was happy, of course; his friend's exuberance was infectious to say the least. It had indeed been too long since they got to hang out like this as a group… but a part of him still felt tense. He chanced another glance at the vaquero—oblivious, humming merrily, a long leg resting against the door as he propped up his foot on his knee and took up what little space his seat offered. He wished he could feel so carefree.

When they arrived at the little airport, Panchito's excitement was hard to miss. Before the car could even finish pulling up to the 15-minute zone, he'd unbuckled and bolted out of the car window, running ahead towards the tarmac and calling out for Zé at the top of his lungs.

"Yeah, don't wait up or nothing!" Donald called after him with a roll of his eyes. Crazy bird, he hadn't even put the car into park yet!  The lighthearted atmosphere Panchito had cultivated was at war with the impulse to complain bubbling inside him because he wanted see Zé first, to get a chance to hold his boyfriend first before they had to act respectably platonic in front of their none the wiser companion. It wasn't jealousy, not exactly, just…

One hug, one second to let the weight of the week melt off was all he wanted. But that wasn't happening. Not yet. Instead, he'd have to wait and keep playing the part.

"Great," he muttered, jerking on the car's parking brake. "Just act natural. Simple."

The airport, while always abuzz with people from all walks of life and from every corner of the globe, was relatively less hectic on a weekday like this, and José was all the more grateful for it. Deplaning the small jet from Panama was fairly routine and done quickly, leaving Zé with a little free time before he met up with his friends. He brought with him his single suitcase, loaded with more clothes than his usual amount, plus some souvenirs from Brazil and the several other countries he had stopped in during the work week. There were things for the kids back at the manor, plus a homemade gaúcho style poncho pala made by his vovó for Della (whom the old bird had assumed was still freezing from her time on the Moon).  Strapped to the outside of the suitcase (because it could not fit) and wrapped in cloth was José's gift to Donald, a new hammock for his houseboat. He hoped he would like it.

Walking to the exit, Zé attempted to steal himself for the reunion to come. Not so much for seeing Donald, though his blood ran quick with excitement for him to be sure. But Panchito, whom he had not seen since they met for that ill-fated holiday to Bahia that never came to fruition. They had kept in constant contact even after their break up, though it caused pain on both sides. They had been determined to preserve their eternal friendship even in the face of romantic disappointment. And though it took some years for Zé to be able to look the rooster in the face without the unbearable ache in his chest urging him to take it all back and try again, he never wanted to lose sight of what drew him and the other two Caballeros together in the first place. They were his family, no matter what happened.

Even when I act like a stupid teenager and run crying to my ex-boyfriend about my hopeless crush, which turned out to be not so hopeless after all because we're together now and— Merda!

Zé closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. It was very good that he had this spare moment to compose himself as he entered the airport proper.

The distant sound of a familiar crow cut through the din of the crowd, stopping Zé in his tracks. That voice—there was no mistaking it. And like the call to sunrise, it made his heart want to leap into the sky. Spotting a tall flash of red, and a hat that he insisted was too big for his head, standing tall amongst the crowd, Zé dropped his suitcase and his umbrella and ran forward like his tail was on fire. Before he even had time to think about it, he was launching himself into Panchito's arms. The rooster caught him instantly, just like old times.

"¡¡AAAAAAJAJAJAJAJA!!" Panchito's triumphant grito echoed across the terminal. His grip was tight, almost desperate, and his wide grin spoke volumes. Zé could feel the emotion radiating from him—Panchito had missed him more than words could ever say, that much was clear. His whole body seemed to hum with excitement. 

"José!! Mi cielo!" Panchito crowed, his voice overflowing with affection as he slowly, reluctantly, released the green parrot. 

Zé smiled warmly, returning the sentiment. "It is so good to see you, docinho!" His tone was as light and affectionate as ever. "It has been too long!"

"No manches, pendejo, it's only been a few months!" Panchito guffawed, his eyes sparkling with unfiltered happiness. His grin stretched wide as he shook his head in disbelief, the warmth in his expression unmistakable. The man was an open book, his emotions always worn on his sleeve.

The malandro chuckled softly, adjusting his hat. "Well, yes, but it has been twice as long since the three of us have been—" He stopped, scanning the area. "Espere, onde está o Donald?" 

Panchito's expression shifted briefly—a flicker of realization, maybe impatience. He glanced back toward the car, where Zé knew Donald must still be catching up. The vaquero's elation had clearly driven him to rush ahead, leaving their other friend behind. Zé could almost feel the mixture of emotions brewing under Panchito's playful exterior, a familiar tug of longing buried in the joy of reunion.

But Zé knew better than to bring that up. He simply smiled again, his voice calm, teasing. "Always in a rush, eh  mano?" 

"Life is too short to sit still," the rooster replied assuredly, and his hand which still rested on his waist in a half hug pulled him in for just an instant, a punctuation to the point. 

"Hey, ya found 'im! Over here, guys!!!!" a distinctive voice cut through the busy hum of the arrival hall and Zé immediately turned towards the sound, his heart immediately catapulting into the stratosphere.

"DONAL'!" he and Panchito shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the platform. The moment the malandro caught sight of Donald looking flustered and determined as ever as he weaved through the crowd, all the excitement, the nerves, the longing came rushing back to him. He broke from Panchito's hold to sprint to him with ever increasing urgency, his heart pounding not from exertion but from sheer jubilation.

Quickly he closed the distance between them, throwing his arms around the sailor and pulling him into a tight embrace. He fit into his arms perfectly, and for a moment he didn't want to let go. Donald absorbed the impact with ease and let Zé down safely, the rest of the world seeming to melt away in an instant. Zé quickly buried his face into Donald's shoulder, feeling the comforting weight of his lover's arms around him. There was relief, adoration, and an overwhelming sense of peace. Even for just a fleeting moment, everything felt right—like he was where he belonged.

"Meu querido..." Zé whispered softly, just for Donald, though he didn't linger on the words. He knew this interlude was fleeting.

Sure enough, as if sensing their private moment was up, Donald's voice broke through their quiet intimacy. "Panchito...?" Donald called, one arm still wrapped around Zé as he extended the other towards their rambunctious rooster to include him.

Zé was too distracted with cuddling up to his sailor's side to register the gleam in Panchito's eye, at first. As it was, it was only the loud, triumphant yell that signaled their impending doom, and the parrot felt he had little choice but to make sure he didn't endure it alone, his arm holding his duck in place.

"No, wait—!" Donald started, but it was too late.

Panchito came down hard from where he had launched himself into the air like a luchador delivering his finishing move. Elbow extended, he crashed into the two of them with the energy of a firecracker bursting on impact. Donald let out a choked WAK! of surprise, his arms flailing as he was knocked clean off balance. Zé, caught in the middle of it all, simply accepted his fate with a laugh, not even trying to brace for the collision.

They tumbled down in a heap of feathers, beaks, and limbs, Zé wedged between his two best friends, both of them piled on top of Donald, who lay sprawled at the bottom. He could feel Donald wheezing beneath him, dazed from the sudden assault, while Panchito—of course—was perched victoriously at the top of the pile, leaning on one elbow like he owned the world.

"Órale! ¿Que te pasa? You were supposed to catch me!" Panchito chortled, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he flashed a wide, playful grin down at the both of them. "I could have gotten hurt!" 

"God forbid…" Donald rasped weakly.

Zé couldn't help but chuckle, even as he lay squashed in the middle. Completely unconcerned by the chaos, he wiggled into a more comfortable position between them, his head resting against Donald's back. He could feel the frantic beat of his partner's heart beneath his cheek, could hear the shallow breaths as Donald tried to recover. There was no tension, no frustration. Just pure, unbridled affection. Even in moments like this—especially in moments like this—Zé felt nothing but love for the both of them.

This was how it had always been with the three of them. Chaos and laughter, roughhousing and tenderness, all tangled together in one messy, beautiful friendship.

"Well, caras," Zé sighed contentedly, "it is good to be back where I belong."

"Where, with all of ya on top of me?" the sailor beneath him groaned, barely able to get out a full breath with all the pressure bearing down on him.

Don't tempt me, the malandro thought before immediately shelving it for later.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

any and all octonauts headcannons, go

sorry for taking a while to respond 😭

🐧Peso had a nervous habit of plucking his feathers, its gotten alot better than it used to be but it still happens occasionally

🐕Dashi enjoys listening to alot of different kinds of music, but she especially likes indie rock like mitski and some kinds of alternative pop too. She also likes to listen to those "pov your boyfriend crashed the car" ASMR videos to go to sleep unironically

🐇Tweak really hates the US government.

Speaking of tweak, in my au Marsh's family actually actively helped alot of cuban refugees who made it to Florida. It left a very big impact on him through all his years and it carried on over to tweak.

Also continuing with ranger marsh in my au, he actually dodged the draft for the Vietnam War in the 70s because he literally (well he didn't have the nerve to do it so he asked his wife to) shot himself in the foot so he wouldn't be required to go 💀. He did consider like. Running off into the wilderness to dodge the draft for a while 💀🙏 he was a very young adult back then and was trying his best ok

🦦Shellington has licked non living and living things "for science". Peso does NOT approve.

🐻‍❄️the capn has a snack stash in his room that he keeps secret. They're literally traditional treats and foods from his mom and he's a major comfort midnight snacker

🥕Tunip and the vegimals are kids in my au, but as tunip specifically gets older he realizes how much all the adults in his lives are kinda internal disasters 💀🙏 he feels like he's the only one with a braincell sometimes 😭

🐻‍❄️The capn has essentially a cooling vest and cooling bands (for his upper arms and legs) he wears in the day. The help to regulate his temperature since (despite cutting and thinning his fur) he still overheats with his natural blubber. He has a few sets that he literally deep freezes every night and swaps out. One set can last for around a week and the vests do have an emergency electrical cooling system. Peso has the same thing but just the vest.

🐙professor inkling once met calico jack decades ago...

🐧peso is an auditorial stimmer. Stuff the the xylophone, clicking his beak, and different little noises he makes are thr main way he stims.

🦦shellington once tried to make "ultra coffee" by mixing coffee with energy drinks and them "added chemical compounds to reduce the risk of heart failure" to make the "best energizing drink without any of the drawbacks so he could finish his 4 different projects by the end of the week!!!" In college. Anyways you'll never guess who ended up in the ER

🐧Whenever peso gets really anxious he feels nauseous.

🐧(Trigger warning abusive parent mention and violence with shattered glass) peso has a nasty jagged scar on his back. He won't ever tell anyone where or when its from but... between us it came after a huge breaking point where he stood up to his dad... and then we he turned around to leave and walk away... let's just say pesos dad had surprisingly good aim.... his mom helped pick out the glass shards. Pesos dad wasnt.. usually physically violent like that so it shocked even him. Usually he was more.. screaming, and shaming, and yelling, and gaslighting, and demanding. Regardless, peso never forgot that night.

🥕The vegimals usually sleep in 2s or 3s in different locations. Sometimes they'll sleep in the "nest" (general area the vegimals hang out in in the library) , shellingtons bed, or even the garden to look out into the ocean <3 they find it all quite comfortable, its rare but occasionally other octonauts have ended up with a surprise vegimal in their bed or even themselves dragged by one to the garden to rest with them. The latter is usually a result of the vegimals noticing an octonaut is particularly stressed. They also bring said octonauts their favorite snack. Tweak is a favorite to drag into the garden when she overworks herself.

🐈Kwazii doesn't trust most people despite his friendly and open nature. Or rather, he specifically doesn't trust most landlubbers....

🐻‍❄️Barnacles feels conflicted about being sro ace although he doesn't yet realize that he's aro ace or know that it exists. I can elaborate if someone is interested.

🐕When dashi first joined the octonauts she felt like she was making ALOT of social mistakes! Especially with kwazii 😔 it wasn't that he wasn't friendly or anything, but she couldn't shake the feeling maybe he didn't like her? Not to mention the only other girl on the octopod was constantly holed away in the depths of the ship and she may have insulted the otter guy and his??? Extremly little and young fish children?? He seemed very stressed out, but he DID have like... 8 little kids.

Continuation:

Anyways dashi ended up getting really overwhelmed and ended up hiding in the library. Inkling found her and she offered to help him with his reorganization afyer making some excuse why she wasn't at the weekly group dinner.

and he agreed only to disappear a minute later. 10 minutes of silently and confused sorting later, he reappeared with a small stack of books and pamphlets in a bag and told her he "had some spare copies she should keep" and that he didn't need anymore help with organizing before he (politely) essentially kicked her out of the library.

The books were guides on different species behaviours and body language <3 inkling had already done this with at least 3 different octonauts already (peso barnacles and shellington) 😭😭😭🙏

19. 🐧Peso LOVES lemon flavored candies :>

20. 🐇Tweak eats raw mint as a habit she picked up from her college years.

21. Tweak randomly has the urge to bite and destroy the wires in her gups and machinery. She is very silently concerned about this but actually its just Rabbit Instinct saying "YO YOU CANT LEAVE BRAMBLES AND VINES AROUND, YOULL GET CAUGHT IN THEM U GOTTA CUT THEM!!!" Marsh isn't as strong though and may have bitten radio wires and gotten poisoned. Just another reason he doesn't understand modern doohickies cuz he listened to his instincts and look what that got him, a broken radio!

Hope yall enjoyed the headcanons and au lore!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Give and Take 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Steve and Charity

Summary: the women’s shelter harbours a particularly suspicious character.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Another dull day. Steve’s tired. He never sleeps well, but lately, he’s been kept up not only by the pesky feline that shares his space, but its owner. His roommate is even more restless than him. He didn’t think it was possible for anyone to be more addled than himself. 

He yawns and pushes back a stray blond lock as it falls down his forehead. As he does, the tip tickles his too big nose. If only the rest of him had caught up to that beak. 

He mills by the fourteenth-century altar pieces and ponders a coffee. The break room pods give him heart burn and caffeine makes him jitter. Still, that cafe down the block is pretty popular. He hears a lot of patrons talking about it. 

The silence is punctuated by a steady cadence of steps. Little taps that pluck at his brain. He recognises the footfalls. As he turns, Charity sweeps around in a shade of yellow that would put a canary to shame. She wears it well; a wrap dress with a bow on one hip, a pair of white mary jane heels, and a white purse decorated with lilacs. 

He hesitates and thinks of hiding. His mind is racing. How did she get there? Why is she there? Is this some coincidence? He’s not stupid. It’s not for him. He’s not ready for her. 

“Steve!” She waves as she flits towards him, “hi. It’s me.” 

Her excitement startles him. He doesn’t know what to do. Did he fall asleep? Is this a dream? 

“Uh, h-hey, what are you doing here?” He clears his throat as his voice turns creaky. 

“You said you worked at the museum and it reminded me how I’ve been meaning to come down. I have the day off so...” she pauses and looks around. “Oh, gee, it’s so quiet around here.” She flutters her fingers along her chin bashfully, “I’ve just come in here squawking like a bird.” She glances down, “looking like one too.” 

She giggles. His cheeks burn. Can she see? 

“I-- I like the dress. Pretty colour. Pretty on you,” he stutters and swallows a cringe, giving a heavy blink. “Er. Uh. A tour?” 

“Oh, you are so nice. Thank you. Patti at work said the dress was like Sesame Street,” she trills. “And I would love a tour around. I have to be honest, I wandered into the dinosaur room.” 

He chuckles. She has a way of easing him even as she makes his heart pound. That’s what he likes about her. The way she talks to the women at the shelter, listens to them, and cheers up the kids with her finger puppets. She’s just a natural at everything. 

“I’ll try not to knock anything over,” she moves clear of triptych, pressing her skirt smooth to flatten the volume. It only enhances the curve of her hips. His mouth fills with saliva. He thinks of her sitting on the floor with him and how she didn’t realise her panties peeked out when she shifted around. 

“We’ll go slow,” he says and spins, shakily brushing his palms over his hair. 

“So, er, what’s your specialty? Do you have one of those?” She catches up to him, walking shoulder to shoulder. Like a friend. No, he wants more. “I don’t know much about the academ—academ-i-a,” she struggles with the word, “but I like to read about history.” 

“Hm, I my undergrad, I focused on art masters, I focused on revolutionary depictions...” he explains, “but I dabble around. Medieval stuff was always more interesting but oversaturated.” 

She does that. She makes you talk without thinking. And he knows what he’s talking about. That makes it easy. Even with her. 

“Oh, wow, I just got a book on the War of the Roses... Wars. Plural, I forget,” she chimes. “It was on sale. I’ve never read much about that.” 

“I think it’s interesting, as long as you can keep your kings straight,” he says. He pauses at the picture of a plump Venus. Her eyes stray over and she gasps. “Oh, she’s so pretty. Look... the way the paint is textured...” 

She steps closer to admire the strokes. He tends to focus on something else. He watches her eyes as she fawns over the centuries-old art. The delicate hours, days, weeks, even years of someone’s life. He glances at the Venus then at Charity. If she thinks the deity is gorgeous, she should look in the mirror. 

“Barely escaped the Bonfires,” he intones. “They burned art at the orders of the Pope. Blasphemy and all that. Strange how iconoclasm has such nuance.” 

She nods and turns to smile at him, “you’re so smart. You must know everything.” 

He gives a bashful grin. “Not really.” He doesn’t know how to talk to women. Especially her. He doesn’t know how to be taller, stronger, or handsome. He doesn’t even know what else to say. 

“You know, I’m getting such good ideas.” She says. 

“Ideas?” He wonders. 

“Oh, yes, I have some scarves,” she slithers her hand down her figure, “I could bring some draping back into style.” 

She giggles. He laughs at her joke. If she really wanted to recreate the paintings, he’d have them request a showing of The Sleeping Venus... 

“This one...” he distracts himself as he turns to another painting, “uses a sfumato. See how the shading is so soft--” 

She listens intently and marvels at the next piece. She nods along with his explanation as he goes on, pointing out the tiny little error he always fixated on. 

“I would’ve never noticed,” she tilts her head. “You have a good eye.” 

“Well, I could never paint something as nice as that, flaws and all,” he shrugs. 

“You paint?” She asks. 

He winces. He shrugs. “Sometimes. Just a hobby. I prefer pencil and paper.” 

“Wow. That’s so cool. They’re having painting classes down at this studio across town. I’ve done a bit of work for their promotions... which don’t launch until next week so don’t tell anyone.” She smiles guiltily. “But yeah, I was thinking of it.” 

“That’s... fun,” he says. “I’ll keep an eye out.” 

“Really? Well, let me know if you’re interested. I feel a bit ridiculous going alone.” She sweeps around to look at a statue of the archangel. “Wow, all these things... to think they’ve been around so long.” 

As she dotes over the art, he is transfixed by her. She is the art. She is made exactly for him.  

[classica-meretrix]

Hello! Can i request for a draco x reader after the wizarding war when draco is back for hogwarts.

The reader is a pureblood hufflepuff and is the best friend of hannah abbott and ernie macmillan and the golden trio. Draco is bullied snd tormented for the things he had done. Everyone in her year hates draco and even draco’s friends turned their back on him. Draco is just overall miserable.

One day, she saw draco gets bullied badly and the reader stood up for him. He thanked her and asked her for a date.

hi lovely! this one was super fun to write! enjoy ❣

The Aftermath

pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader genre: kinda angsty, but it has a sweet ending content/warnings: set after the wizarding war, a lot of threats and accusations of murder, violence, bullying (verbal and physical), use of y/n summary: after the wizarding war the hogwarts students have a year to make up, but tensions still run high a/n: I loved doing the world building for this one!

I stepped off the train with a sigh, already not excited for the coming year, which was an unfamiliar feeling. After the literal torture that was last year, I don't think any of us were eager to repeat it.

"This feels... Odd," Hannah said as she stepped on to the platform.

"Our last first day at Hogwarts—again," I said in reply.

The entire seven-hour train ride here at felt stuffy, and eerily void of the typical excitement. Platform nine and three-quarters had been tense enough, and it didn't seem like the animosity would be fading anytime soon.

Hagrid's voice cut through the air, seemingly impossibly loud through the silence. "First years—er—first first years—new first years, this way!"

As soon as he stopped talking the silence closed in again, even more suffocating than before as the littlest in the crowd pushed the other direction.

I slipped my bag over my shoulder, following Hannah through the slow moving crowd towards where we'd meet the carriages.

We were halfway across the platform when the first incident of the year occurred; A sickeningly familiar voice screaming "murderer" at the top of his lungs.

Most of the crowd spooked, panicked gasps echoing throughout the space, friends rushing to soothe the nerves of those that had begun to spiral. Hannah and I took the opportunity to push through the crowd, swiftly meeting Ernie's side.

"Death eaters!" he spit again, furiously pointing to a small cluster of Slytherins, led my Theodore Nott.

"Ernie, go," I urged, pushing him by the shoulders.

"No!" he fought. "They're murderers! Every last one!"

"Ernie," I tried again. "Drop it. You're freaking people out."

He cast a glance around at the crowd, wide eyed and panicked, before deciding to let me push him out of the way, though he continued to spew hateful words about the Slytherins as we walked.

The carriages were the second issue of our arrival. Students gathered around, speaking in scared whispers.

"It's alright," Luna attempted to placate, her voice as soft as usual as she stepped forward. "They're nothing to worry about."

"They're horrid!" I heard a nearby girl mumbled, her friend near in tears.

"Luna's right," Harry said, immediately drawing the attention of the crowd.

The group in front of me shifted just enough that I could see what held everyone's attention. Each carriage, which usually moved on their own, were hitched with two of some creature that appeared akin to a horse's rotting corpse.

They stood tall, necks held high, almost regal. Their skin was a deep grey colored leather, clinging to thin bones and stretched over large wings. Their eyes seemed to be a simple glow, resting in the depths of the socket, paired with hornlike ears and pointed beaks.

"They're thestrals," Harry continued. "They only appear... To those that have seen death." Another shocked gasp ran through the crowd.

This was going to be a long year

The welcome feast went just about as well as you could expect. I caught up with Harry, Ron, and Hermione after we got out of the carriages, and they all sounded as excited as I was for the coming year.

McGonagall gave her first welcome speech as headmistress, which I thought she did rather well at, but the message seemed to fall on deaf ears. It was just as she had finished saying "Unity is what is most important now, as no matter our past, or our lineage, it is our friends that we need most in trying times such as these," that a group of Gryffindor began shouting at the Slytherins, branding them killers and traitors.

The Slytherins already seemed more scattered than usual. Only maybe half of them returned, and by time the sorting was finished a third of their numbers were first years. They all sat in clustered groups, as if they couldn't even trust their own anymore, and the students that belonged to well-known pureblood or death eater families were left well alone, leaving the likes of Malfoy, Nott, Zabini, and Goyle each in their own large stretch of empty table, as if even interacting with each other would be too damning.

And given the school's reaction to their return, they were probably right.

The next few months passed much the same as the first night had, blame and spite falling on the shoulders of the Slytherins. They were cornered and berated, or occasionally, hexed or pummeled. It wasn't uncommon to find the lower years crying in secluded hallways.

According to Ernie, he thought they deserved it. "Lying killing bastards," he said one night in the common room. "Every last one of them."

"Don't you think that's a little harsh?" I questioned.

"No," Hannah said bluntly. "Half of them still have that blasted mark on their arms."

I knew better than to bring up the fact that it wasn't exactly removable, but she wasn't wrong. Most of the Slytherins in our year had returned, purely in an act of good faith from their parents, trying to cover their tracks as best they could. Majority of them wore strictly long sleeves, and it wasn't difficult to guess why.

"If I could just get my hands on one of those little rats—"

"I'm going to bed," I stated, cutting Ernie off. "Goodnight," I said before turning towards the dorm. I couldn't listen to any more of their threats and violent promises.

I walked out of the library, Madam Pince, locking the door behind me. It was just before curfew, and I would have to hurry if I wanted to reach the common room in time.

I had made it to the ground floor by time I heard voices, seemingly coming from the dungeon steps. I cautiously turned the corner to see Ernie, Zacharias Smith, and Seamus Finnigan crowded around something at the top of the stairs.

Zach gave whatever it was a sharp kick, earning a pained groan.

Merlin, it's a person.

"Hey!" I yelled, storming over to them. "What the hell do you think you three pricks are doing?"

They all spun around, Ernie stepping forward. "Nothing, Y/N. Go to the common room."

"Alright," I said, crossing my arms. "Let's go."

"This doesn't concern you," he tried again, his tone becoming more hostile.

"As one of your best friends, I think whoever you're beating up does concern me."

Ernie sighed, stepping out of my way. By now he knew it was no use to fight with me.

I gasped, seeing Draco crumpled on the floor. "For Merlin's sake!" I rushed to his side, checking for any immediate injuries. His hand was clutched over his stomach, his face covered in cuts and already forming bruises.

"He's just some Slytherin scum," Ernie spit.

"The worse of them," Seamus added.

"Go," I ordered over my shoulder. "None of you are helping."

They all looked like I had personally wounded them, before stalking back off to their respective common rooms, leaving me on my own to force Draco into a sitting position.

"Are you okay," I asked. "Scratch that, you clearly aren't. Is there something I can get you?"

He didn't answer, leaning back against the wall. He wouldn't meet my eyes and was slow to move. I was starting to worry he had a concussion of some sort.

"Draco, do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?"

He shook his head slowly. "Why did you help me?" he asked.

"What?"

"Anyone else in the school would've let them beat me to a pulp." His voice was rough and gravely.

"Because I'm not a monster."

The word seemed to strike a chord, causing Draco to flinch at it.

"I mean, I don't think all Slytherins are bad."

"That's a... Noble take on the situation. Sure you aren't a Gryffindor?"

I let out a soft laugh, moving to sit next to him along the wall. "No, no. Hufflepuff all the way."

A silence fell over us, but something was different about it. It was... Comfortable, so unlike the tense air I had become accustomed to over the past few months. I couldn't help but notice Draco's fingertips coming to tug on the edge of his sleeve, pulling the fabric further down his skin.

"You don't have to hide it," I said as softly as I could, yet the words still seemed to spook him.

"It doesn't... Freak you out?"

"It's just a tattoo now. Nothing to be scared of."

His hand fell back into his lap, his eyes trained on the hem.

"I'm sorry about Crabbe," I said, cursing myself as soon as the words slipped past my lips.

"What?" he asked, finally meeting my eyes.

"H—Harry told me. About the room of requirement. I'm sorry about what happened to Crabbe."

"Oh," he said, wearing that same melancholy expression he always seemed to have now.

"I shouldn't have brought that up. I'm sorry," I hurriedly apologized.

"No, don't be. I'm sick of people trying to tiptoe around what happened. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I muttered, this time being the one to stare down at my hands. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I've been worse."

"Please let me take you to Madam Pomfrey."

Draco was silent for a moment before nodding, letting me help him to his feet. "Thank you," he said again. "I—I didn't think I was going to get out of that easily."

"I'd hardly say you made it out easy, but you wouldn't have made it very far anyway," I said, referencing the way he leaned on me as he walked.

"Yeah," he said with a feeble laugh. "This might be... Unorthodox, given the current situation, but would you maybe want to... Go out some time? Ya know, when I'm not black and blue."

I laughed, pulling his arm over my shoulder to better hold his weight. "I'd love to."

[spookys1fan]

This is hummingbird, my new Fruitwing oc!! (She’s actually a recycled oc but eh-)

She is trans-female, which you can see in her coloring, and is a somewhat strange dragon. She’s thinner than most Fruitwings and her tail is particularly skinny and longer than normal. To most other Fruitwings she looks sickly at first sight. Her name itself is also quite strange, “hummingbird”, it doesn’t go by most fruitwing naming conventions, and many she meets have trouble remembering her name, some more traditional dragons refuse to call her that at all. Though some dragons have trouble first meeting her, it doesn’t stop her from forming good connections with her tribe, and she is actually considered quite beautiful to other fruitwings.

Her scales and horns are her pride and joy. She cleans the twice a day-daily and avoids damaging them as much as possible to keep them from fogging or dimming. Her scales have a beautiful shine to them, almost opal like in appearance. Colors shift across her body depending on what angle you look at her from. Her horns are almost like ivory, gleaming like pearls. She cleans and oils her beak regularly and she never eats messily.

Almost contradictory to that, she works at her villages only daycare, doing arts and crafts with the dragonets there. She is immensely patient with them and wants to have her own dragonets one day. But she struggles with her perfectionism, and can get quite firm with them is they mess up any materials, leader forbid her scales. As desperately as she wants a mate and dragonets, she doesn’t think she’s ready for it. For now, the daycare is enough for her.

I hope you guys like her!! I had an absolute blast experimenting with a more painterly style for her!! And her colors were so fun to mess around with ^^

She’s actually a lot more colorful in her full-body, but I haven’t had a chance to get to that yet ^^* I hope to tho

I hope you guys like this, @Insert-name for the species inspiration, and I’d love to see any of y’all’s ideas for the tribe, or possibly ocs?? 👀 but anyway, love yall, hope you have a great rest of your- er- year, week, day, night? whatever

See yall hopefully soon! ^^ 🫶

[waitlexist]

LUNA’S STORY - PROLOUGE

CHAPTER 1

italics = thoughts

Luna is Lumarian, but also Italian? So basically in her world she speaks Lumarian, but Lumarian = Italian, ok anyways

CW: swearing, slight angst?

June 23rd, 2025: edit because my brain was yelling at me that this sucked

It’s dark.

Is this limbo?

This isn’t really what I imagined Elsyium to look like… what am I saying? Of course I wouldn’t be sent to Elysium.

“I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me... Urgggh... This lid weighs a ton! Try this on for size! Mya-ha!” A high pitched, nasally sounding voices is heard, muffled, before—

“E-eh?! F-Fire?! Oh, I went the one of the hells, dammit all!”

“Ehehe… now to grab the— hey! You aren’t supposed to be awake!”

Upon the opening of the coffin— yes, the coffin— the woman is greeted by a… very strange room... floating… coffins? Green flames? This… looks magical. Oh, sevens, is she a ske—

Upon checking herself, the woman breaths a sigh of relief. She’s still “herself”— long, straight brown hair, dull green eyes, with a beauty mark under her right eye. The woman looks… the picture of beautiful innocence. Absolutely lovely. Although clad in… (ill-fitting)black and purple robes? That’s not what she was wearing before.

The brown haired woman looks perplexed as she processes this… “cat’s” intentions, before yelling, “bitch? Were you about to—”

“How.. how DARE YOU call me such a foul word!” The… cat(weasel, maybe?) like creature yells, “I am Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire! Tch— whatever, you… human! Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it! ‘Cause if you don’t… you’ll regret it.” The beast grins, the fire from his ears flaming up a bit as he threatens the woman.

“‘M not givin’— I am NOT giving you my clothing, magical beast! Help! Help, I’m being attacked by magic scum!” She shrieks, jumping out of the… coffin, and dashing away, somehow managing to look maidenly as ever.

“Scum?! Why, I oughta… I'm already on a tight schedule here, lady!” The cat— Grim— yelps before scampering along, but, wow, is this chick fast.

<Library>

Dark green lights illuminate the room(surprisingly well), with shelves and shelves of books, along with a loft, that one has no time to look at right now.

If this is some test, I’m really not liking it!

The girl pants as she ducks behind a bookshelf, panting.

Goddess, fuck, this is tiring me out. The last time I ran like this was when I was… oh, I don’t even remember! But… there’s abundant magic here. I can sense it— I mean, if it weren’t obvious enough.

“MYA-HA!”

The girl yelps as Grim jumps out from behind a bookshelf.

“I caught you, foolish human! Did you really think you could escape from me, sorcerer extraordinaire? Now, unless ya wanna get burned to a crisp, take off your clo—”

WHACK.

“ME-YOW! That hurt, what gives?!—”

“Consider it tough love.” Out comes a new guy— dark, black mask, the nose shaped to match a raven’s beak, a top hat, formal attire… and glowing pupils. Odd. “Ah, I’ve found you at last… er… you are one of this year’s new students, yes?” He looks over the girl, a little(but only a little) worried for someone who looks so frail. And, well, this girl doesn’t seem like one who’d be accepted into this school. “Well, you wouldn’t be here and in the uniform if you weren’t!”

She blinks a few times.

“Bringing in a poorly trained familiar? That’s a clear violation of the school’s rules, young lady.” The man tsks—

“M-myeh?! I am not a familiar to this PUNY, WEAK human—” Grim begins to shout out, before the so called “mistress” of him covers the beasts mouth.

“Go on please, sir. Familiars are… accepted here?” The girl smiles, tilting her head.

“Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you're the first with temerity enough to open their own gate and step out of it. Does the very notion of patience elude you? No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber.” He tsks again, turning around, tossing the “familiar” into the woman’s arms.

“Student?” She cocks her head to the side.

“You awakened in a room full of gates, did you not? All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them before waking up.”

“So they’re— like.. gates..?” Her eyes widen faintly. “Magic… magical gates?”

“Well, of course. The design is intended to symbolize a parting with your former world, and a rebirth into a new one.”

Her eyes widen further. “R-rebirth.. into a-a new—"

“Yes, yes, but now is not the time for such prattle. You’ve a student orientation to attend! Go now, make haste.” He shoos her with her hands.

“Wha— but… where am I?”

“Hm? Have you not fully regained consciousness? The timespace teleportation must have addled your memories... well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless.”

She gives him a look. But follows along nonetheless.

<Courtyard>

“Ahem. This is Night Raven College. It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude for magic. It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in all of Twisted Wonderland. And I am Dire Crowley. Having been entrusted with its care by the chairman, I serve as headmage.”

“M… m… magic…”

“Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those "gates," which can appear anywhere.” The man, Crowley, explains, “A black carriage bearing one such gate should have come to meet you.”

“I… I do… not recall one.” The girl averts her eyes, looking down at her feet(or Grim, more accurately).

Crowley, simply, does not give a fuck. He continues as if she agreed, “That black carriage serves to receive a student chosen by the Dark Mirror. It too bears a gate that connects to this campus. And as you know, sending a carriage to meet someone on a special day is a time-honored tradition.”

“T-time honored tradition?! Where the fuck in the world—” Luna guffaws, while Grim thrashes in her arms.

Once again, Crowley does not care. “Now, let us attend orientation!”

CHAPTER 2

AN: gatto is Italian for (male)cat

<Mirror Chamber>

“We're done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students—let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it's off with your head!” A short, redheaded boy yells, throwing his hand to the side.

A man with lion ears yawns, speaking next, “well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me.”

“New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement. As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience.” Speaking in turns, next is a boy in glasses with silver hair, with an almost unnervingly kind smile.

“Hey, does anyone know where the Headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony...” A stupidly beautiful man speaks, glancing around(he manages to make this action look stunning).

Next is… some weird floating box…? “Some Headmage he is.” A tired sounding voice speaks from it.

“Maybe he had a tummy ache?” A boy with red eyes speaks up, joyful.

“I most certainly did not!”

“Speak of the devil.” The red haired boy sighs just the slightest.

In comes Crowley, with the brown haired girl in tow, still holding Grim in her arms. Said girl is looking around, wide-eyed— woah, does that guy have lion ears? And silver hair… that’s anything but natural! This is… strange. So wonderfully strange.

“If you must know, I was searching for the new student who'd failed to show for orientation. You are the only one who has yet to be assigned a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I'll watch your weasel.” The Headmaster snatches Grim from her arms, holding him by the scruff of his neck.

“Grr…” the cat looks pissed.

The woman walks up to said mirror, tilting her head. She jolts faintly when it speaks—

“State your name.”

She stares… and as if a switch is flipped—

Placing her hand over her heart and throwing out her other arm to the side, she smirks— as if she were better than everyone in the room. “I am Lady Luna, of House Noblegarden. I expect the fitting treatment for someone as high ranking as I.”

“Luna… the nature of your soul is...”

“...unclear to me.”

“Eh?” She blinks a few times, the cowlick that refuses to stay down almost curling into a question mark.

“You have no magic from this world. There are too many energies within you. You're too chaotic to belong to one place. Therefore, no dorm would be suitable.”

“Wha.. ya damn liar, ‘m—” Luna begins, before being interrupted by Crowley.

“Are you suggesting that the black carriage went to receive a person who cannot even use magic?” Crowley looks shocked, bamboozled, and even a tad bit worried. “But that is absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this happen?!”

Wiggle, wiggle.

“Mmmph! Nnnrgggh...” Grim lets out a sigh of relief as he finally manages to get out of Crowley’s grip(thanks to his lowered guard). “ME! Let ME have this girl’s seat!”

“Wha— bitch?! ‘M not givin’ ya shit—”

“Not so fast, you hyperactive weasel!” Crowley tries to chase. Too late.

“Unlike that human, I can actually use magic! So let me be a student here! Look, I'll show you! My spells're the cat's meow!” He takes a deep breath—

“Oh, shit!” Luna yelps and dives to the ground.

Someone, at least, has the decency to warn the others— “Everyone, get down!” The redheaded boy shouts, which follows with a… magical barrier, of sorts.

“MYAAAH!”

The magical beast spits out large bouts of blue flames across the entire orientation—

Chaos ensues.

A scream is heard from the red eyed boy. “HELP! I’m on fire here!”

“Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze!” Crowley commands, looking around the room.

Yawn. “Ugh. Can I go now, or...?” The man with lion ears asks.

Meanwhile, in the background, Luna is cussing out the “cat”.

“Oh? I thought you fancied yourself a hunter. Go and help yourself to that plump little morsel!” ‘Lion-ears’ is challenged by the (still stupidly) beautiful man.

Lion-ears, not to be manipulated, replies, “too much effort. Do it yourself.” Another yawn.

Hand on chest, ‘Glasses’ smirks— “Allow me to handle this, Headmage Crowley. If none of you are up to the task of catching a small animal, I will accept the responsibility.”

“WTG Azul. Rackin' up those participation credits.” The same tired voice is heard from the… weird square box thing.

“Get back ‘ere, ya mother fuckin’ pussy!” The crude language comes from the brown haired, no longer regal appearing girl as she attempts to chase down the cat. There’s a subtle twitch of the eye from ‘Redhead’.

“Hey, um, my butt's still on fire... Could someone maybe put this out?!” Poor ‘Redeyes’. He is very much ignored.

Long, suffering sigh from Lion-Ears. “Preeetty sure you can handle catching one mangy weasel all on your lonesome there, headmage.”

“How many times do I gotta say it? I'm Grim, spellcaster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!”

“Keep fuckin’ squrimin’ like one and you might as well be, ya damn puss!”

“What an adorable little pair. Riddle-san, would you be so kind?” Glasses— or, Azul, turns to Redhead— Riddle, presumably, smirking.

Riddle does not share the smirk, glaring. “Furry miscreant. I will abide no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand.”

“Ya can have ‘im after ‘m done turnin’ his ass into hide boots!” Luna correct, making a dive for the creature, snagging his tail for a moment before Grim manages to worm out.

“Check it, check it! See how strong I am?! You’ve gotta take me in as a studen— WHOA!” There’s a hiss from the cat as he dodges a spell from Riddle. Luna stares in awe at the action, utterly transfixed by seeing magic performed right in front of her.

“How very brazen of you to break the rules in my presence.” Riddle tilts his head up, almost as if looking down on the cat. “I suppose it will be off with your head.”

“Shall we make this quick, Riddle-san? I’m afraid we don’t have much time to spare, after all.” Azul pushes up his glasses.

“Ack— ‘ey, I can help too, thank you very much!” Running up to join the two, Luna huffs. “I don’t have magic like yours, but Elunza be damned if 'm not gonna be useful.”

“Mind your language. And don’t get in my way.” Riddle’s eyes flick over to glare at her for just a moment, before readying his magic pen.

Azul’s not far behind, but he’s far more interested in studying this new student.

The three chase after the cat, with Riddle launching the most spells, although Azul isn’t far behind, and Luna taking the opportunity to pick up anything she can find on the floor and throw at the damn cat. It’s going quite well, actually!

“G-gah!” Grim yelps, narrowly dodging a bolt of ice, and then a shoe.

“Must you relish playing with your quarry, Azul?” The redhead sighs.

“Heh.” He pushes up his glasses, “and here I thought we were both the sort to enjoy this.”

“Please, I’m not like you, so spare me your drivel—”

Someone’s pen is thrown at the cat Luna, and she laughs. “Keep runnin’, gatto! It’s cute you think you can match my endurance!”

Azul holds back a snort, while Riddle sighs. “Let us just catch the animal.” He mutters, gripping his pen a bit too tightly.

“Eep!” Grim shrieks as a fireball is thrown at him by Riddle.

“Singe ‘em, Red!” Luna cheers, running after the cat once more— which the other two quickly follow.

Within just a few minutes, Grim’s found himself in a corner, with the three standing behind him, all with smug smirks(some more than others).

“Poor, unfortunate soul. Ran yourself into a corner, did you?” Azul assesses, looking much more smug than the other two.

Luna’s grinning, and she’s about to lean her arm on Azul— before realizing herself and moving away, green eyes widening for a moment. “Seems so, puss. Whatcha goin’ ta do now?”

“I suggest you surrender. Otherwise…” Riddle has the smallest smirk of his own, but before he can say his line—

“NO! I’m gettin’ into this school and that’s final!” Grim stomps his paws on the floor, before taking another large breath.

“...! Stand aside, you two!”

Chapter Three

AN: gatto is Italian for (male)cat

“Off with your head!”

With a swing of Riddle’s magic pen and the signature phrase— a collar appears around Grim’s neck— almost heart shaped, with on half of the collar being red, and the other black, along with golden adornments around the edges.

“Woah, that’s real kinky.” Luna mutters(if Riddle knew what that meant, it’d also be off with her own).

“MYAH?! What’re you doing?!” Grim shrieks, and then hisses.

“The Queen of Heart's Rule 23: "One must never bring a cat to a formal affair." Your very presence here is a violation of order. You will vacate these premises immediately.” Riddle states, placing his pen back in its rightful place.

“Eh? Queen o’ wha’? I’ve never heard o’ her… my nobility training hasn’t failed me before…” Luna mumbles under her breath, furrowing her brows.

“But I ain't a cat either! Don't try to collar me! I'll burn it right off!” Grim takes a deep breath— and… “Huh...? Wh-what gives? My fire ain't workin'!”

Luna’s eyes widen comically. This is absolutely fascinating. She leans closer, inspecting the collar from where she stands.

Smirking triumphantly, Riddle speaks again, “until I deign to remove that collar, you won't be using any magic. You're naught but a pet cat now.”

“M-meoWHAT?! I ain't nobody's pet-NOTHING!” Grim, once again, shrieks, pawing at the collar frantically.

“Oh, you've nothing to worry about there. I certainly have no interest in having you as a pet.” So smug. “The collar will disappear once you're removed from campus.”

“Ha-HA! Good show as always, Riddle. You're signature spell locks down any magic. It's quite handy. I've just GOT to have it—“ Azul clears his throat, pushing up his glasses, “ah, I mean, I've just got to have respect for it.”

“That’s… that’s amazing! How does the spell work?! What kind of school does it originate from? Evocation, conjuration— ACK!” Luna dragged by the back of her robe’s hood to face the headmage.

“Luna! Was I not clear that you are expected to take care of your familiar?” Crowley scolds—

“This cat is not mine, thank you very much—”

“Now discipline your— what’s that? It isn’t yours?”

“No, he isn’t! I’ve never seen this fool in my life!” She crosses her arms, huffing.

“Oh...Is that so?"

Silence.

"Ahem, then I shall have it expelled from campus. I shall even spare it from being served as dinner. My, but I AM kind. ...someone take this away, please.” Crowley frowns, making a shooting motion with his hand.

Promptly being dragged away to the (now present, thankfully) professors, Grim shouts out. “Nooooo! Let me gooooo! You fools better remember my name! 'Cause I'm gonna go down in the annals of magic history! Just you wait!”

Luna stares for a long moment, eyes almost glazed over…

“Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that orientation has concluded. Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms.” Crowley waves both arms, in a bow-like gesture.

“Hey, wait, I wanted to talk to Red—”

“...Hm? Come to think of it, I don't see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere.” Crowley glances around…

“And that surprises you? Dude's a total recluse.” Lion-ears scoffs.

“Wait a sec... did anyone even invite him?” Red-eyes frowns, worried.

“If you're that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself.” ‘Stupidly-pretty’ counters, crossing his arms.

“Maybe, but I don’t know him too well…” Red-eyes sighs, looking genuinely upset to have left someone out.

There’s some muttering from students in the back— though Luna isn’t paying attention, she’s trying to worm her way to ask more questions about magic.

And popping out from the shadows— “Ah. Just as I'd expected. I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance. But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony.” A boy, with a shockingly deep voice, speaks.

“Where the fuck did he come from?!—” Luna doesn’t get a chance to interrupt.

“You have my sincerest apologies. I assure you, this oversight was in no way intended as a snub.” Azul is seemingly saddened, and he takes a bow to the other boy.

Riddle shakes his head and sighs. “I mean, you must admit, he's not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with.”

“No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn't sulk about this.” The short boy with a way too deep voice, waves over any students(causing the sleeves of his robe to flop…) from the so called ‘Diasomnia’ over, and starts walking off.

… as does everyone else.

“Dammit! I didn’t even get to…” Luna sighs.

Crowley smiles, “benevolent” as ever, “well, Luna. This is a most unfortunate turn of events. I'm afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven Collage after all. Surely you realize that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy.”

She stares blankly. It’d take a keen eye to notice the way her fists clench. And a lot of wisdom to be able to watch as the hope in her eyes is crushed. “I.. I do have—”

“But worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you safely home. Now, step into the gate, and visualize the place you whence you came.” Crowley gestures back to the mirror.

Luna tenses. “I…” her hands tremble.

Robotically, she walks to the mirror… and with a faint glimpse of her reflection, the innocent yet arrogant brown haired girl, something shifts.

“No. I… do not want to go home.”

“Now, it might take a mom— what?”

“I’m not going back. I refuse. Lumaria was a hellish place. You… do magic here. Correct? How are… magical beings treated in this world?”

CHAPTER FOUR

AN: Puttana means... well, use context clues.

<Library>

Crowley tsks, closing a book. “Just as I'd suspected. Nothing. Not only is your homeland not listed on any map from any point in history. Now, are you QUITE sure that you come from such a place? That wasn't some sort of lie, or jape?”

“In my world, fairies can’t lie without considerable strain.” The lavender haired girl replies, kicking her feet up on a table. The once normal, beautiful face was now replaced by a large array with freckles, and looking close enough, one could almost see faint lines between them… this is also along with the new markings under the outer corners of her eyes, a moon under her left and a star under the right. Match this with her overall glittery skin and new pointed ears, and she looks straight from a fairy tale, rather than a high class, regal noblewoman.

“The only explanation is that you've come from another planet. Or perhaps you were summoned here from another dimension?”

“Hm? Maybe so. This world seems a lot more advanced than mine does. And my world abhors the use of magic. So, yeah, that’d make sense. Dunno why you’re looking into this so much when I’ve been very adamant about not wanting to go back— I told you, I can use magic, you could simply let me enroll—”

“Nonsense! Your world’s magic is much different than ours, it would be completely unfair to the other students.” Crowley continues, “show me everything that you brought here with you. Do you have some form of identification, a driver's license perhaps? Or even a...shoe? You do seem a tad bit...empty-handed.

“What’s a driver’s license?”

<ONE LONG TALK LATER>

“Well, this is quite the predicament. I cannot have someone with no aptitude for magic bumbling about my magic academy. And yet, as an educator, I am loath to expel a young person without a cent to their name, or any ability to contact their guardian... truly, my grace is boundless.”

One of her eyes twitches, and she speaks with a strained smile, “I told you, asshole, I’m perfectly capable of magic—”

“Hmmmmm... Ah!” Crowley nods to himself, “there is a vacant building on this campus. It was, in fact, used as a dorm a long time ago. With a proper cleaning, it should be habitable enough. Out of the profound kindness of my heart, I will allow you to live there for the time being. In the meantime, we will investigate other ways to send you home.”

“I don’t want to go home—”

“Dear me, but I am a gracious man indeed! A model educator, one might say. Well then, I shall take you to your dorm straight away. It is an older building, but it has plenty of... character, one might say.”

“… puttana.”

CHAPTER FIVE

AN: gatto is Italian for (male)cat, puttana means... well, use context clues.

<Ramshackle Dorm>

“… not even illusion magic could save this.” Luna sighs as she looks up at the rundown building.

Crowley smiles and pats her shoulder, “isn't it delightful? Right, scoot inside now. There you go.”

“Elun, Elun, don’t push— I’m going, I’m going— oh, Goddess, it’s even worse inside.” She mutters.

“This should keep the elements at bay for the time being. Now, I should return to my research. Do try to find some way to busy yourself. But don't let me catch you wandering the campus! Ta!”

Luna doesn’t even have the chance to respond before Crowley’s gone.

“… puttana.”

With a sigh, Luna dusts off a layer of dust from a couch, before sitting down.

She takes a deep breath in, and then out…

“Free. Fuckin’ free.” Running a hand through her hair, Luna laughs weakly.

She reaches a hand out to a window(the glass is already broken), and in response, a vine slowly slithers in, before meeting her hand.

“The plants listen to me, even here.” She smiles. “I’ve spent my entire life hiding who I am. But I… I don’t have to anymore.” She holds up a lock of hair, staring at the color. “I almost feel like crying… ah.”

Queue rain.

“Well, how ironic.” Luna snorts. “Do you think the skies are feeling for me?”

She’s joking. Mostly.

“I wonder if my goddess can hear me here. Or if I’ll have to resort to praying to one of this world’s gods instead. What do you think?” She waits for the vine to respond as it curls around her wrist—

“GWAH! Man, it is pouring out there!” Grim shouts as he dashes in from a hole in the wall.

“Fuck me sideways.” Luna deadpans.

“Myeh?! Who’re you?!”

Eye roll. “Elunza herself."

“Myeh? Who-za?"

“My goddess- ya don't know of her. 'M the girl from earlier, got a makeover."

"Eh? Oh. Freak." The cat snickers.

"Says the weasel," she smirks, before tilting her head, "what'cha doin' here anyways?"

“As if I wouldn't just sneak back onto campus the second I escaped pryin' eyes. You all got no idea what I'm capable of! I ain't givin' up on goin' here just 'cause I got kicked out one measly ol' time. And if you think otherwise, you don't know Grim!”

“No, I don’t.” She pauses, tilting her head. “Why do you want to go to this school so badly?”

“I was born to do this! I'm a magical prodigy who's got the makin's to become one of the greatest mages who ever lived! So I've been waitin' and waitin' for that black carriage to come for me. And yet...” The cat crosses his paws. “Hrmph! That Dark Mirror's got no eye for talent! That's why I took the initiative and came here myself. You humans don't understand what a mistake you're makin'! Not lettin' me in is a great loss to the world!” Grim explains oh so passionately.

And Luna listens intently.

“Mm. Stop calling me a human, an’ I might be inclined to help you out.” She scratches the cat’s head.

“Nah. Mrrao! C'mon, scoot over! I'm getting dripped on here! Bwah! Another hole in the roof! These flamin' ears are like my trademark, y'know? I can't let 'em get doused!” Grim tries, in vain, to cover his ears with his paws.

Luna simply holds her hands over his ears. “… sorry, gatto.”

“Say, if you’re not as magicless as you say, why don’t you just magic those holes in the sealing away?”

“… I’ve never actually been able to practice most magic. I can get plants to listen to me with ease, and cast spells to do with the sky easily, but… dead wood is different. I never learned how to work that.” She sighs.

“Pfft, you’re useless.” The cat laughs.

Luna stops petting the cat and glares. “Then why don’t you fix ‘em, aye? If they’re botherin’ ya so much.”

“Heh? You want ME to help YOU? Ha! You got the wrong idea. I'm just a stranger takin' shelter from the rain. You ain't the boss of me. If ya had some cans of tuna to trade, well, that'd be another story. But I don't work for free.”

Yet another long, suffering sigh. “Well. I’ve been in worse conditions, gatto.”

<RAMSHACKLE DORM — HALLWAY>

Holding Grim in her arms, Luna wanders the dorm, trying to find a somewhat habitable room.

“Isn’t it kind of cool to explore abandoned places like this? I’ve always wanted to.” She ponders aloud.

“Myeh. It’s alright. Exploring should involve treasure. Like money. Or tuna.”

“Ya seem to like tuna a lot—”

Yee hee hee... Bwa ha ha ha ha ha.

She pauses, shudder running up both her and Grim’s spine. “Did… ya hear that?”

“W-what? No. The Great Grim didn’t hear or see anythin’. Shaddup.”

“I think—”

We haven't had visitors in ages! Oh, I'm just itchin' for new friends! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Dual shriek. Luna and Grim both cling onto each other as they scream.

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

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

“Oh my fucking Elunza, they’re going to kill us! Not again! Dying was not pleasant!” She wails, very dramatically.

In her arms, Luna can feel a shiver go through Grim. “Eeeeep! I'm a master sorcerer! I ain't afraid of any dumb ghosts! Myahaaa!” The cat jumps out from her arms and blows out a ball of fire…

Nuh-uh. Not even close.

Over here! Over here! Ah ha ha ha!

“Argh! They keep disappearing and reappearing!” Grim shouts.

“Just— open your eyes! You’re going to set our only residence ablaze!” Luna yells in reply, hurriedly trying to coax plants to her aid(there's not many around in the middle of the building... sad).

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

“Stop calling me human and kick some ghost ass, and I’ll fish you some tuna fresh out of the damn fuckin’ sea, gatto!” She coaxes, holding a small ball of starfire in her own hands. Small as in, the size of a pea. She's not used to casting combat magic, and any spell bigger than this will result in burns.

"M-myah?! Tuna... Hmph-- I'm Grim, Master Sorcerer! How come I can't even hit one of these little--"

Aha ha ha ha ha ha!

"Hrmph- ganging up on us.. what a buncha cowards!" Grim places his paws on his hips, huffing out a sigh of smoke.

"So help me, gatto, if you don't blast these ghosts back to the Azlanti Age, I will keep you out in the rain for hours!"

"Myaaah...." He seems slightly intimidated, huffing again, "You, human! Tell me which way the ghosts are!"

"Stupido gatto..." Luna mutters, "to your left, Grim!"

Aaaah! It burns!

The two(living) beings snicker in unison, "myeheheh, got one! Keep it up, and I'll clear out the lot of 'em!"

"Fine by me, gatto!" She cracks her knuckles in turn, grinning.

Thank you all for reading to the end!! I appreciate it very very much! Please feel free to leave any comments or reblog, I love interacting! This is my first time actually writing these characters, so please do give (gentle) criticisms.

AND NOW... THE @ OF HONOR.

@kogane-twst

-> Next Part, Chapters 6-10

[no1novelist]

Er.. sorry to bother. It seems Dewey may have caught my parrot. He's got a chip in his beak if you've managed to get a look? Just double checking.

I'm really worried...

- @romeo-storymode

I- dang it. Y-yeah! Trying to locate him right now, I’ll get back to you if I think it’s your parrot… so sorry about this.

[pmdnightfall]

A Chatot hums throughout the hallways of the academy, enjoying a rare and short-lived moment of tranquility. CHORD: Hrn?

Unfortunately, said tranquility comes to a halt once he looks through the window to his side. CHORD: ...What the heck is that?

Realization sets in as Chord looks closer, witnessing Nova helping themself to a delicious lamppost.

CHORD: CROOAAAARR!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! The Chatot, predictably, flips the hell out, wasting no time in running through the building at incredible speeds and making way to where Nova is. CHORD: Y-YOU THERE! You can't just climb and CHEW on the lamp post!

NOVA: Why CHORD: This is INCREDIBLY dangerous! You could get INJURED doing that, young mon! Get down from there this instant! NOVA: But This Is One Of The Posts That Make Light Right NOVA: I Just Thought It Looked Tasty CHORD: T-Tasty?! The avian is left slack-beaked for a few seconds as he tries to process what he just heard. CHORD: S-SQUAAWK! This isn't a joking matter! MAEDA: Oh, there you are, Chord!

MAEDA: I was just looking for you! CHORD: Tomoe! This is unbelieveable! This Espurr just tried to climb the lamp post, and said it's because they thought it looked TASTY! MAEDA: Oh, it's you! Nova, was it? I guess I should have expected to see you again soon. NOVA: Hi Mr. Maeda lets out a hearty laugh to the confusion of his coworker. CHORD: Er... You KNOW this one? MAEDA: Indeed, Ouka introduced me to them yesterday, as a friend of theirs. According to her, they're an amnesiac human. CHORD: ...There is NO way you actually believe that, yes? MAEDA: Hey now, Ouka is a good student. She can be a bit overexcited and is prone to day-dreaming a lot, but I am willing to at least believe this little mon is more than they appear. NOVA: I Am? MAEDA: Hehe, don't worry about it. Chord, could you please make your way to 2-B? You are up next. CHORD: O-Oh right! My apologies Tomoe, I'll go now! Chord leaves the scene hurriedly. MAEDA: You know, Nova, Chord may be a bit harsh, but he's just looking out for others. These things aren't food! Here...

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[howlingday]

Imagine Jaune as Scott Sterling(from Studio C). How funny would that be? Pyrrha would probably sue the coach and let Nora beat up the team.

Oobleck: Welcome back to our coverage of the game between Teams RWBY and JNPR.

Port: If you're just joining us today, you've missed most of an unbelievably well fought match between two incredible teams tonight. It has all come down to the final, penalty shots. All it takes is enough points for either team. Here comes the kick...

Pyrrha: (Kicks, Scores goal)

Oobleck: OH! SPECTACULAR! Team JNPR's star player, Pyrrha Nikos, has just landed a goal for her team, so now the burden rests on Team JNPR's goal-keeper, Jaune Arc.

Port: Here he comes. A fine lad with nerves of steel. He's got more hanging over him than the city of Mantle right now.

Oobleck: Indeed, and it seems the fans are showing their appreciation for it. Yang Xiao Long places the ball on the spot, getting ready.

Port: That girl literally has a cannon for a leg, and here she comes! Winding up for the shot and-

Yang: (Kicks)

Jaune: (Pelted in the face)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: THE CANNON HAS FIRED AND HAS STRUCK JAUNE ARC IN THE FACE DIRECTLY!

Oobleck: We clocked that at a stunning 116 kilometers per hour!

Port: Now that's a lot of, er, miles per hour!

Oobleck: Even with aura, there is no chance that young man's nose isn't broken right now.

Port: Oh, indeed!

Jaune: (Dazed)

Goodwitch: (Shining a light in his face, Nods, Leaves)

Port: Now it seems Team JNPR's coach, Professor Goodwitch, is examining him and deems him fit for duty after a short rest. Sadly, he's not out of the woods yet.

Oobleck: On his feet now, a bit shaken.

Port: But not stirred!

Oobleck/Port: HAHAHAHA!

Port: This crowd absolutely loves this young man.

Oobleck: He returns to his team, who welcome him back as a hero. And now comes another penalty kick, and scoring here would make it two nil. Nora Valkyrie approaches the ball with determination!

Nora: (Kicks, Misses goal)

Port: She hits high and wide, way off target!

Oobleck: She must have thought she was playing Mantle Football and attempting a field goal!

Port: Wrong kind of football, I'd say! And back now to Jaune Arc, looking a bit worse for wear, but ready for round two.

Oobleck: The shot takes a moment, but here comes Belladonna!

Blake: (Kicks)

Jaune: (Beaned in the schnozz)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: Jaune Arc with the fantastic dive! The ball flies straight through the air and his hands and whacks Jaune Arc right in the sniffer!

Oobleck: Looking again on the instant replay and OH! EVERY EXCRUCIATING DETAIL IS CAPTURED PERFECTLY IN HIGH-DEFINITION PERFECTION! Clocked in at 129 kilometers per hour.

Port: Arc does not look well. Two wonderful saves compounding two DEFINITE concussions.

Goodwitch: (Carries Jaune on shoulder)

Jaune: (Falls, Dragged away)

Oobleck: This seems to be the end of Jaune Arc's performance tonight.

Port: Indeed, as his coach pulls him through the grass and off the field, like a large-breasted lioness dragging a gazelle with a broken nose across the savannah.

Oobleck: Adieu, Jaune Arc. Adieu.

Port: JNPR now with their third PK. Weiss bouncing at the goal like an infant. The crowd holds their breath as Valkyrie moves in... OH! Very anticlimactic there. Let's see who they got to replace Jaune Ar-

Oobleck/Port: JAUNE ARC!

Port: JAUNE ARC IS BACK!

Oobleck: Jaune Arc is still in the game! Oh my, and it seems he's taken a very odd tactic now!

Port: He seems to be in the fetal position, covering his face.

Oobleck: Not a recommended technique, but here it co- Oh, wait! It seems Weiss Schnee is stopping to tie her shoe.

Port: Ho ho! And that's why you do a double-knot, kids!

Oobleck: Arc, still waiting for the kick to happen. He's probably wondering when the-

Jaune: (Looks up)

Weiss: (Kicks, Pops him in the beak)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Oobleck: SWEET, CREAMY DECAF!

Port: The ball strikes Arc right in the face, further crushing his nostrils into thin slits! He must be breathing only blood by now! He's going to look like one of those cartoon characters that just ran into a frying pan while they were chasing after a mouse!

Oobleck: I don't even care that we missed Lie Ren's attempt! Let's go back to-

Oobleck/Port: JAUNE ARC!

Port: THE MAN!

Oobleck: THE MYTH!

Oobleck/Port: THE LEGEND!

Jaune: (Stumbling to the goal, Bloodied and battered)

Port: I can't wait to see Arc and his catlike face reflexes!

Oobleck: Absolutely incredible, though I must say that Arc does not look well at all lying on the ground there.

Port: Well, you know athletes. They like to add a bit of drama to their performances.

Jaune: (Picked up by Ren and Nora)

Port: Are they taking him out?

Pyrrha: (Runs out with chair)

Oobleck: They brought him a chair! A bold move by their coach!

Jaune: (Reaches for his team leaving)

Oobleck: This is basically a gimme! Ruby Rose has to literally kick it anywhere that isn't where Jaune Arc is!

Port: There is no way Team RWBY can mess up this shot!

Jaune: (Begging Ruby)

Ruby: (Kicks, Craters his face)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Oobleck: ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT KILOMETERS PER HOUR!

Port: THIS MAN CAN DO NO WRONG! Just look at him in this instant replay, begging for mercy when it should be mercy begging for him!

Oobleck: He has looked Death in the eye and said, "Take your best shot!" To which Death replies with repeated punches to Arc's face! Just over and over and over again!

Port: If Team JNPR make this final shot, it's all over! But-

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: No! Pyrrha Nikos misses, clearly too distracted by the wounds her partner, Jaune Arc, has sustained in this game! Speaking of, it's time we go back to-

Oobleck/Port: JAUNE! ARC!

Port: His face is like a brick wall!

Oobleck: A brick wall that can feel only pain and cries a lot!

Port: Wait a minute... I see Team RWBY's star kicker, Penny Polendina, but where's Jaune Arc?

Oobleck: ...Oh! It seems Arc is crawling away from the goal! WHAT IS HE DOING?!

Port: HE'S THROWING AWAY THE MATCH!

Penny: (Kicks exactly where she needs to)

Jaune: (...Words cannot describe the calamity of what just happened. At least, they fail to accurately depict what could be described as what really happened. The only accuracy that could be described in this space is that there was physical contact between Jaune Arc's face and a large, head-sized ball, and that there was a lot of bodily fluids that resulted from this contact, and that Jaune Arc was in so much pain that it's likely he passed out or away, though it's also just as likely that he didn't.)

Oobleck/Port: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Port: ARC HAS DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE!

Oobleck: ICAN'TBELIEVEIT! LOOKATTHAT! HE'SDONETHEIMPOSSIBLE! He was hit just right! What incredible instincts he had to just crawl away from the goal like that!

Port: His team rushes to the field, happy as a lark, as they all slide in and accidentally kick Jaune Arc in the face!

Oobleck: And now his team his carrying him off and away on an orange stretch of victory, glory, and emergency medical attention! Jaune Arc and his face of steel have won it all!

[morelikeravenbore]

The Door Knocker Considers Retirement.

Since Aurélie's birthday didn't get a mention in Villain (because of er, reasons pertaining to angst), I wanted to honour the occasion with a oneshot. This was supposed to be super duper fluffy, but for reasons pertaining to my chaos brain not knowing how to be normal, uh… this happened instead.

Content warnings: none, just some good old fashioned sfw chaos in which a birthday gift goes horribly awry and the door knocker cops a fist to the beak. Sebastian x Garreth rivalry. Sebastian Sallow x F!OC Aurélie Collins.

Word count: 2.3k

Preview: The girls’ screamed like banshee's, pushing and shoving each other in their desperation to flee. One of them fell over, dragging two of her friends down with her. The door knocker let out an almighty screech as another girl somehow punched it square in the beak. Somebody was crying for their mother.

When January twenty-sixth finally rolled around, frozen over with snow and misery, Aurélie woke early in her dorm (as was usual) with cold fingers and toes (also usual) determined that she would have the most usual, non-eventful, non-birthdayish day that it was possible for anyone to have.

Unfortunately, life at Hogwarts was neither usual nor non-eventful, for the second her feet touched the cold floor, she was assaulted with a rousing 'Happy birthday!' from the bunk above her. A moment later, a potted Dittany popped through Samantha's bed curtains, followed shortly by her smiling face.

'I've been lying awake for ages waiting for you to wake up!' she grinned, hopping lightly from her bunk and bequeathing the potted plant like a crown. 'I grew this one especially for you! I'm not sure why, but ever since you arrived, my Dittany's have been growing exceptionally well.'

Months earlier, Aurélie had found a thriving Dittany to replace the half-dead specimen of Samantha's she'd accidentally poofed into the ether, and Samantha, as expected, had attributed the miraculous recovery of her sick plant to an equally miraculous recovery of her questionable Herbology skills. Now, considering herself something of an expert, she'd taken to gifting her friends so many Dittany plants that the common room, according to Everett Clopton, was beginning to resemble that of the Hufflepuff's. Little did anyone realise that Aurélie, feeling a sense of misplaced responsibility, had been secretly keeping them all alive with little offshoots of her Ancient Magic whenever she could.

'Oh, um, thank you,' said Aurélie, accepting her gift, and ultimately her fate to endure unwanted birthday wishes with as much grace as she could muster. 'But how did you know it was my birthday?'

Though she asked the question, she hardly needed an answer: the funny feeling in her tummy, something halfway between fluttering butterflies and angry ants, told her that one tenacious, freckled Slytherin boy was behind this most egregious betrayal of highly personal information. After all, Aurélie had made it a point — a point! – not to disclose her birthday to anyone, not even to Sebastian, who, despite his studious need to learn her like she was the most interesting book he'd ever read, had never actually asked when it was. — Which, now that she thought about it, should've been the first clue that he already knew.

She didn't have to wait long to find out.

Expecting the worst, she was unsurprised to find her trio of unlikely companions waiting for her outside the Ravenclaw common room: Mouse, small and, well, mousey; Poppy, who squealed with delight while brandishing what was clearly a birthday gift; and Sebastian, who knew he was in trouble by the look Aurélie sent him.

‘Happy birthday!’ Poppy sang, throwing her arms around Aurélie's middle with a force that almost sent them toppling over.

‘Thank you,’ she returned flatly, leveling Sebastian a glare over Poppy's shoulder. ‘How ever did you know?’

While Poppy flat-out ignored the question, Sebastian returned her glare with one of his slow-spreading smiles that made her chest tighten and her stomach flip.

Stupid handsome smile.

‘Happy birthday,’ he said once she was freed from Poppy's tight embrace. He made no move to touch her, but his fingers flexed and his eyes had that gleam in them that said I want to kiss you ‘til you can't remember your own name.

She promptly averted her attention, trying to ignore the way her heart was beating all over her body by politely refusing the gift Poppy was pressing into her hands.

‘This is from all of us,’ Poppy said breathlessly. ‘The Hufflepuff's, I mean. We all put in for it. It's a book!’ She bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. ‘Because, well, you are a Ravenclaw, but it's a pretty book, because you're French and —’

‘Why don't you let her open it first, Poppy,’ Sebastian cut in, while at the same time, Mouse scurried forward to present her with a half-empty box of chocolate frogs, and Samantha Dale popped her head out from the common room to tell her, ‘I've just set your Dittany by the windowsill, Aurélie. They always used to die whenever I left them there, but now they absolutely thrive! It's the strangest thing. — Oh, hello Poppy, Sebastian! What's that you've got there? Another birthday gift? Well, go on, then, open it!’

Suddenly surrounded by a small, eager audience, Aurélie had no choice but to unwrap the gift while Poppy shuffled impatiently from foot to foot, and Mouse stole another chocolate frog from the box under her arm, and Sebastian watched with far, far too much amusement for someone who was minutes away from dealing with a very unhappy girlfriend.

Prepared to discover the aforementioned book as she peeled back the plain brown wrapping paper, she was instead met with something brown and hairy that growled at her. She froze, clutching the book-shaped thing in her hands while Samantha shrieked and Poppy spluttered in confusion.

Immediately, Sebastian elbowed his way closer.

‘What is that?’ he demanded, snatching the half-wrapped thing from her hands. ‘Poppy, what the fu—’

But he was cut short when the thing tore through the wrapping paper, leapt to the ground and began scuttling around on spindly little legs: not a book, but some sort of narrow, semi-sentient wooden chest.

Poppy was beside herself. ‘That's not the gift I wrapped yesterday!’ she wailed as Sebastian made a lunge for it. ‘I don't understand! What happened to the book?’

‘Don't worry about that now!’ Sebastian cried, leaping out of the way as the thing came for his ankles. ‘Just help me catch it!’

Somewhere in the midst of the chaos, Samantha Dale disappeared and Mouse made off with Aurélie's box of chocolates, leaving the three of them to deal with the rogue gift on their own.

‘Quick, usher it towards me!’ Sebastian, brandishing his wand, wore the same unadulterated expression of glee he often wore in Crossed Wands sessions. Given his propensity for fire spells, Aurélie thought it unlikely the Ravenclaw tower would go unscorched for much longer.

As if sensing its impending death-by-Slytherin, the thing made a wide circle around them, but when it turned abruptly and came for Aurélie, she shrieked in panic, hopping absurdly on the spot as it nipped at her shoes.

Sebastian launched into action. Diving toward her, he caught her by the waist and scooped her off the ground.

‘OI!’ he shouted, aiming a kick that connected with empty air. 'That's my girlfriend, you numpty!’

The thing took off again, growling chaotically as it went. Poppy, quicker on her feet than she looked, diverted it away from the stairs, but no sooner had she cornered it by the common room door did a group of fourth-year Ravenclaw's decide that now was the best time to make their way down to breakfast. Seeking an out, the thing made a bolt for the open door behind them, inspiring a chorus of horrified squeals and shouts as it scampered clumsily around the girls’ feet.

‘What is that?’ one of them shrieked.

‘It's a giant rat!’ another screamed, completely losing her head.

Pandemonium ensued.

The girls’ screamed like banshee's, pushing and shoving each other in their desperation to flee. One of them fell over, dragging two of her friends down with her. The door knocker let out an almighty screech as another girl somehow punched it square in the beak. Somebody was crying for their mother.

‘Shut the door!’ Sebastian roared over the screaming, but nobody listened. Swearing under his breath, he cast a well-aimed Accio that slammed the door closed before the thing could disappear into Ravenclaw tower. Running full tilt, it had no time to correct its course — it smacked bang into the closed door, bounced onto its back and flailed its little legs about like a hapless turtle caught on its shell. Aurélie seized the opportunity and hit it with a rather forceful Levioso, launching it upwards like a spring. Spinning wildly through the air, it smashed against the ceiling only to come barrelling back toward them at full speed.

‘Duck!’ Sebastian yelled, yanking her down.

The thing whizzed by, missing their heads by an inch. Unperturbed, Sebastian leapt up and cast another Accio as the last of the screaming Ravenclaw's fled to safety down the winding staircase, catching it before it could sail off after them to terrorise the school proper.

‘Gotcha!’ he said triumphantly. The thing, trembling in his grip, gave a pitiful little whine.

‘Don't hurt it!’ Aurélie fretted.

Sebastian threw her quite possibly the most incredulous side eye he'd ever cast and was ever likely to cast again. ‘It's not an animal, Aura!’

‘It's got legs though, doesn't it?’ Poppy panted, rushing over with her robes askew.

‘Yeah, so do tables and chairs but you don't go around worrying for their well being, do you?’ Holding it at arm's length, Sebastian studied the thing with a funny mix of curiosity, admiration, and mild disgust as it shook timidly in his hands, whimpering like some sort of cursed jewellery box for werewolves. ‘What is this thing, anyway?’

Poppy wrung her hands in distress. ‘I have no idea,’ she wailed, ‘but I swear to you, Aurélie, this is not the book I wrapped last — wait —’

Suddenly, her face went slack and her mouth fell open in horror, and as if on cue, Garreth Weasley came bolting up the marble stairs, red faced and so out of breath he could only flap his hands and grunt for several moments. Sebastian pointed his wand at him. Aurélie pushed it away.

‘Poppy —!’ Garreth gasped, gripping her shoulder while he fought valiantly not to asphyxiate. ‘Poppy — thank Godric I found you — the packages —’ He bent over double, resting his hands on his knees. ‘How — the bloody hell — do Ravenclaw's — live like this —’

Tucked under his arm was a book-shaped package, wrapped in brown paper much like the one Aurélie had just been gifted. Sebastian snatched it up with his free hand.

‘You,’ he growled. ‘I should have known this was your doing.’

Garreth looked up, his eyes falling first onto Sebastian's seething expression and then onto the package clutched in his hands. ‘Ah,’ he gulped. ‘I see you've found my Weasley's Wonders Potion Safe.’

‘Your what?’ demanded Sebastian as Aurélie caught his wand hand by the wrist again.

‘No, Sebastian,’ she hissed. Sebastian pouted.

‘Seems there was a mix up with our conveniently identical-looking packages when we spoke in the Great Hall yesterday, Poppy,’ Garreth explained with a sheepish grin.

Sebastian's expression was livid. ‘This monstrosity is yours?’

‘Hey, now!’ Garreth made a grab for it, but Sebastian held it out of reach. ‘It's a work in progress, alright?’

‘It almost ate my girlfriend!’

‘Look, it's not dangerous, it's just a new product I've been working on. Not a potion — obviously, you can see that, but a potion safe. Weasley's Wonders Potion Safe,’ he said with a flourish. When three pairs of eyes stared blankly back at him, he hurried on to explain, ‘It's a portable lockbox to store all your rare ingredients and keep your concoctions safe from the prying eyes of your competitors. It's supposed to, uh, be a bit aggressive about protecting its contents, you see,’ he added, grimacing as the thing snarled at him. ‘As I said, it's a work in progress.’

‘Why's it got legs if you're trying to keep your potions safe?’ Sebastian scowled.

‘And why is it hairy?’ Poppy put it.

‘That — uh, well, those were all accidental. I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of them, actually — the legs and, uh, the hair. I was going for something with a bit of bite, you know, but I don't think it's very, uh, marketable in its current state. Anyway!’ He extended his hand. ‘I'm happy to take it off your hands and get out of your hair.’

Sebastian squinted at him, and Aurélie could practically hear the Slytherin cogs whirring around in his brain; her hand tightened around his wrist lest he decide hexing a Gryffindor was more desirable than blackmailing one.

‘Maybe I should return this to your aunt,’ he said, evidently deciding on the latter.

Garreth rolled his eyes. ‘Bloody Slytherin's,’ he muttered darkly. ‘What do you want, Sallow? If it's gold, I have none.’

‘Pffsh, I don't want gold. I want a duel.’

‘What?’ Aurélie turned to him. ‘Oh, please no duelling, Sebastian,’ she implored while Poppy practically vibrated with excitement beside her. ‘Not today.’

‘No, not today,’ he replied, softening a little. ‘I have special plans for today.’

This time, it was her heart that summersaulted over itself. Stupid charming Slytherin with his eyes and his face.

‘Won't be much of a victory for you, Sallow,’ Garreth said. ‘I'm rubbish at duelling. Unless —’ his expression brightened considerably, ‘— we forgo the norm and employ the use of some fun additions.’

Sebastian quirked a brow. ‘Such as?’

‘Such as my Weasley's Wonder's Combat Potions!’

‘You want us to… throw potions at each other?’

‘Trust me, once you see these babies in action, you'll be begging me for an order form.’

‘I doubt that, but fine,’ Sebastian conceded, handing the so-called potion safe back to its master. ‘I'll owl you the time and place.’

‘Brilliant!’ Garreth nodded triumphantly as if he'd just completed a lucrative business deal. ‘Oh, and by the way…’ he adding, turning to Aurélie with a wink, and before Sebastian could say absolutely fucking not, he withdrew (with much difficulty) a sparkling lilac potion from within the growling box. ‘Happy birthday!’

Aurélie felt her ears grow warm with fresh indignation. Even Garreth bloody Weasley knew it was her birthday?

‘Have you got a fucking death wish, Weasley?’ Sebastian snarled, raising his wand again. ‘I told you to keep your experiments away from her!’

Garreth gave a dramatic start. ‘Welp, best be off!’ he said, taking the stairs two at a time. ‘Sorry again about the mishap! Won't happen again. Oh, do let me know how you get on with that potion, Aurélie. It's designed to help the drinker face a truth they've been avoiding — like having an overbearing, arrogant Slytherin twat as a boyfriend.’

Sebastian took off after him. ‘Weasley, you prat, I've changed my mind! Duel me right now, you coward!’

[cielosilencio]

The Snape Clone (OC fanfiction)

Since my apple pencil is not working anymore unfortunately I can't really draw my bbg Lilith *sobs*

But I realized that I can just WRITE about her instead! SLAYYYYY This is gonna be mostly in Harry's POV -- No specific year. So have funnnn

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It was almost 2:15 in the afternoon when Harry realized he was 15 minutes late to Potions Class. He didn't really mean to be late, he was just too caught up in a conversation with Hagrid shortly after lunch was over.

He wipes his sweat off his forehead as he runs down to the dungeons, panting heavily. He can already count the amount of points Snape will take off Gryffindor, that dungeon bat won't take an honest excuse even if it saved his life. Harry nearly crashed into a suit of amour, almost bumped the Bloody Baron and dodged a cackling Peeves who was throwing ink at the walls.

Unfortunately what he couldn't avoid was bumping into someone as soon as he reached the entrance to the dungeons, slipping on his own untied laces and into them. Cue the yelps, his glasses flying somewhere and two bodies landing on each other with a painful THUMP!

Harry groans, squinting and pulling himself off of them. He mutters curses, patting the ground for his glasses. He glances back at the person -- student or teacher he really couldn't tell -- Most likely teacher.

He looks up when a pale hand hands him his glasses. Luckily they weren't broken. He puts them on his vision adjusting to meet beady black eyes staring into his green. For a moment he's startled, thinking he bumped into the fearsome Potions master -- But it's a girl.

Taller than him, though just a small inch shorter than Ron. Thin and lanky with a sharp jawline. Her hair falls straight like black ink, though her bangs seem to have been chopped by herself. Too short and uneven against her forehead. Her eyes are wide, almost like an overexcited puppy with black voids for irises. And the most noticeable feature of hers -- That hooked nose. So sharp and curved, like an eagle's beak. She looks just like Severus. Only if he shrunk himself and turned into a girl "Snape?" Harry asks, his eyebrows raised with shock. The girl looks confused for a second, before bursting in laughter. She shakes her head, her hand digging into the robe of his sleeve as he was still on the floor, before pulling him to his feet. "Er.. Partially. I'm Lilith. Lilith Snape. How do you do, Potter?" Lilith asks, brushing dirt off his robes and fixing his hair.

:How do you know I'm--?" He starts.

"By the scar! And the eyes. Everyone talks about them." "Gryffindor right?" He asks, deciding to switch the conversation. He gestures to the red and gold color on her tie. "I've never seen you before? Or at all?" "I like blending into the background. I like the loud noise, makes me feel included even when I'm not. I don't hide because I'm shy. I hide because I'm just waiting for my time to shine."

Harry blinks, bewildered. "I never knew Snape had a..." "A daughter? I get that a lot. He likes to keep it that way. To prevent favoritism. And to prevent weird looks, I mean... He doesn't have the prettiest reputation. I want to avoid that."

Before each of them could get another word in, a dark figure looms over them. A low voice mutters, so quiet yet so deadly.

"Mr. Potter. Miss. Snape. Am I interrupting something important? Or shall I proceed with punishment?" Severus asks, his irritation noting in his voice. "Twenty five points from Gryffindor. Each. For being late. And detention with me. Scrubbing cauldrons without magic. The next time you'll be scrubbing them with tooth brushes."

Harry groans, and Lilith averts her gaze. Her ears and nose turning a deep shade of pink and her fists clenching.

Severus steps aside to let them in, showing no remorse or softness. "Take your places and get to work. Don't disappoint me." Harry takes a breath, grumbling under his breath as he takes his place at an empty table. Lilith sitting next to him and getting straight to work. "Is he always this harsh with you?" Harry whispers, squinting his eyes to read the instructions on the chalkboard.

"Not really. He's just very punctual. To be fair, we were twenty five minutes late to class." Lilith says, shrugging and skillfully mixing the ingredients. "I mean, yeah, he knows how to scold. But he isn't a bad person."

Harry stays quiet, his eyes going back to look at Severus who's looming over a student's cauldron with a sneer. "You look a lot like him."

"I know! My mum says the only thing I got from them was the personality and the wide eyes. Everything else is him. They call me 'Little bat.'" She grins, clearly confident and very proud of herself.

Severus passes by their cauldron, peering over and glancing at the color before going to the next with a muttered "acceptable."

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Grr I tried my best -- I'm not that good at writing tbh and its my first time writing something off of Harry's POV. I don't think I did my boy justice but eh! Whole point was to introduce y'all to my oc <3

I hope y'all like this though!!

Also this is NOT gonna be a ship so yuh -

[evrenthedragon]

Top oc round 1!! Interviews💕💖

✨Slide 1, addressed to Ryker: What are you most proud of?

Ryker: I was really proud of when Ghost and i first managed to work together!! It was just one of the training scenarios in the simulation gym but we tracked down and caught- er- Ghost… ate the ghost

From the back of the classroom: He didnt even bring back the thing in a spirit bead! And the power was out so we couldnt even see it on camera, Ryker just let it get away and is making stuff up!

Ryker: nuh uh!! It happened! Also this is my interview not yours!

✨Slide 2, addressed to Ghost: Your biggest pet peeve?

Ghost, feathers poofing angrily: My biggest pet peeve?!?

Ghost, biting Ryker’s finger: Getting held like a *SQUAWKING* burger

✨Additional Questions:

To Ghost: What is something that fills you with happiness?

Ghost, quietly: …video games?

Ghost: nevermind, i dont want to answer this question

To Ryker: Is there something you are horrible at?

Ryker: i’ve never been that great at managing my spiritual energy, it’s been kind of an issue for a while. That’s why my parents wanted me to go to this school, they used to work with Mr. G before they retired.

Ryker: but you know even with that issue i still managed to summon Ghost!! Even if he seemed kind of… odd

Ghost: HEY!

Ryker: at first!! It’s okay now but you couldnt even walk when you first got summoned, you kept falling onto your beak!

✨The place:

This is Mr. G’s classroom for young exorcists-in-training like Ryker and their contracted familiars! One of Ryker’s fellow classmates (i havent named her yet) is sitting at a desk in the back of the room near the cubbies where each of the 6 students in mr. G’s class place their things. There are also two other familiars in the background (Axel and Coral) and some drawings taped to the wall that each of the young exorcists have done of their familiars.

The two birds hanging from the ceiling (a Crow and American Kestrel) are fake but Mr. G’s own familiar has the ability to give and the wallpaper of the classroom temporary life and they are very dear to the students

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Invisible

@jegulus-microfic August 16, Word count 1000

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Dumbledore’s answer came swiftly, carried with his phoenix patronus. Regulus didn’t think it was nearly as impressive as James’s stag, but he kept that to himself as his old headmaster’s voice sounded from the bird’s open beak. 

“You are welcome, of course, whenever you are available. The password for the Slytherin Common room is, Oxyuranus microlepidotus. I would ask that you come to my office to discuss a few things once you have done whatever it is that you are doing.” The message ended there.

"Oxyuranus microlepidotus, that’s a weird one,” James said, his face screwed up as he tried to decipher the meaning. 

“It’s the Latin name for the most poisonous snake in the world, the Inland taipan,” Regulus told him. “It’s found in Australia. It’s tiny but packs a punch when it bites.” Regulus shrugged his shoulders. Barty had called him one before, as the snake tends to be quite shy unless provoked, and then you’d better watch out. 

“Fair enough. Right cloak on we’re going back to school,” James grinned at him. Regulus threw the cloak over himself and took James’s proffered hand and they apparated. 

They landed just outside of Hogsmeade, not far from the shrieking shack. Regulus shivered when he looked at the dilapidated abandoned house. James began to walk forward and, after checking no one was watching him, made his way towards the shrieking shack. 

“James, we can’t go near it. It’s haunted!” Regulus hissed as quietly as he could at James’s side. 

“It’s not,” James’s face had a tightness to it that Regulus hadn’t seen before, tinged with sadness. “Trust me, it’s fine,” He said, pushing open the cracked front door. Regulus paused only a moment before he followed James into the gloomy house, the door closing far quieter than it should have behind him. 

“Lumos,” James muttered, raising his wand as the tip shone bright, lighting up the dusty room. Regulus stared around the neglected room, taking in the peeling wallpaper and broken furniture. He looked down at a broken chair leg by his feet. It had strange indents in it all the way down, and it looked like some of the wood had been stripped away. It clicked what this place had been used for when he saw the odd grooves in the floorboards that continued up the walls. 

“Please tell me this isn’t where they put Remus when he was at school?” He asked, knowing the answer. James just nodded, swallowing thickly. 

“We managed to get him out into the forest for his last few years. That’s why we’re all animagi. We figured out how to do it in fifth year. Before that, he’d just attack himself. That’s why he has so many scars.” James pointed out some long dried brown stains and patches of dust-clung silvery fur. “It was incredibly reckless, and we were total idiots for even attempting it, but it’s what was best for Remus. If we hadn’t done it, I hate to think what he would have been like.” 

"Wait, you're animagi?!" Regulus questioned, his brows shooting up his head. James nodded. 

"Er, yeah, sorry I thought you knew," 

"What are you?" Regulus whispered. 

"A stag," James smiled widely. Just like his patronus, Regulus thought.

James led him to a door on the other side of the room. Behind it was a tunnel carved right into the earth leading away from the shack. Regulus was happy to leave that sorry little house, he could almost feel the misery there, not unlike Grimmauld Place. 

He had to stoop low to get through the tunnel. James was almost on his hands and knees, he was so tall. It took them a while to get to the end of it where it opened up again for them to stand. Above his head was a narrow opening, letting in the pale moonlight from above. The moon was half full already. Where had the time gone? Soon, Sirius, Remus and the rest of the pack would be turning into deadly werewolves. He and James would have to leave the camp. He realised it wouldn’t be safe for them, well him, as he couldn’t turn into an animal at will. He found he hated the idea of James in his animal form surrounded by those twenty wolves. Maybe they could hide away in Potter Manor for the night. He could cuddle up with James again, just the two of them. 

“Love?” James squeezed his shoulder gently, bringing him back to the present. 

“Sorry, did you say something?” He apologised, giving his full attention to James now. He realised that James must have been calling him for a while before he found him, as he, of course, was invisible.“Yes,” James chuckled quietly. “I’ll go up and freeze the tree, and you follow once I’m out. It’ll be safer if you don’t talk once we’re up, just in case.” James then scrambled up the side of the wall, using protruding tree roots as hand and footholds, and disappeared. Regulus took the same path as James did, finding it a lot harder than James made it look, especially under the cloak. 

When he finally emerged, he gasped when he took in which tree James had been on about. He’d thought it sounded weird when James had said about freezing the tree. The whomping willow towered above them, its usually flailing branches were completely still. James turned away from it and began to walk towards the castle, faintly glowing in the distance. Regulus looked up at it and felt nothing. This was the place that had managed to snatch his brother away from him, and he’d never forgive it for all the time they’d lost being at each other’s throats because some mouldy old hat had split them up and put them as far away from each other as the castle could manage. He spat on the floor glaring up at the pale stone walls, vowing after tonight he’d never step foot in it again.  

Next part

[large-baguette-112]

Twas the night before Nugday, and all through the blog

Not a creature was stirring, not even a scug.

The presents were wrapped by the iterator with care

In hopes that nug largebaguette soon would be there.

The slugpups were nestled all snug in their dens

As visions of batflies danced in their heads

And fafs in her kerchief, and I in my cap

Had just settled down for a long springtime nap

When out on the Wall there arose such a clatter

That I sprung from my can to see what was the matter

Away to the pipes I flew like a flash,

Squeezed through the pipes, without a crash

Looks to the moon near the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature vulture, and eight tiny scav-deer

With a little bird driver so lively, easy to hug,

I knew in a moment they must be The Nug!

More rapid than Rot their courses they came,

And they whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now Greenscav! Now, Bluescav! Now Pinkscav and Red!

On, Brownscav! On, Ourple! On, Blackscav and Greenhead!

To the top of Chimney Canopy! To the top of The Wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As spears that before the wild scav-hunt fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to Metropolis the scavengers they flew

With toys on the vulture, and Nug Largebaguette too!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little scav.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the memory banks Nug came with a bound

They were a bundle of feathers, from head to their foot,

A bundle of yellow and purple, covered with ashes and soot.

A bundle of art they had flung on their back,

And looked like a scav merchant opening their sack.

Their eyes, how they twinkled! Their dimples, how merry!

Their beak was like a pigeons', all shiny, like a berry!

They said to me, "Gwoo!", it echoed through the room,

And their feathers were fluffy, white as the moon.

Their elegant wings stretched out large and wide,

And I knew I no longer wished to hide,

They had a round face, covered with feathers

That ripped when they laughed long, and measured.

They were chubby and plump, a right jolly old pigeon,

And I laughed with excitement when I heard of their mission

A wink of their eye, and a twist of their head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

They spoke no more words, but went straight to their work

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk,

And laying a finger aside of their beak-nose,

Giving a nod, up the chimney they rose.

And sprang to their vulture, to their team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight

“Daily scavengers for all, and for all, a good night!”

Happy birthday :3

okayyy ill finally let this ask be free.... looks away longingly

i love this sm thank you anon 😭😭😭 this had me cackling for HOURS when i first saw it

im saving this post to look at later it's too gold to let it just get buried in my reblogs DHSHDJSHSNSB