#he now has a darker green accent instead of purple

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DP x DC Writing Prompt #5

Damian does not glance back at Bruce when he knocks on the door. Instead they both wait in silence.

After a moment, the door opens.

"Hello," Jasmine, Jazz, Fenton greets politely, unsurprised to find the Waynes on her doorstep. Damian's expression grows ever darker at this revelation.

"Hello Ms. Fenton, are your parents home?" Bruce asks, placing a firm hand on Damian's shoulder, to ground as much as to restrain. To his credit he does not shake it off.

"No, they're out of town for a conference," the eighteen year-old says, opening the door wider. "But I think you'd better come in."

Bruce would normally decline, but Ms. Fenton is a legal adult and he has already, even unknowingly, waited 16 years. Damian makes the choice for him, striding past the threshold.

"Please take a seat," Jazz says as she leads them to the living room. She ignores Damian's swinging head as he takes in the home. It is deceptively large, a 90s style house filled with modern furniture. The walls are bright, with purple and green accents that would normally feel garish but somehow work. The stairs leading to the second floor are lined with family photos that Bruce yearns to take a closer look at. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"

"No, that's alright, thank you," Bruce says, taking a seat on the long plush couch. A men's windbreaker lies haphazardly thrown across one of the arms. A closed container of Oreo cookies sit on the coffee table next to a physics textbook open to chapter 16, half covered in highlighter and filled with sticky notes. There's a child's painting framed next to the tv, a handprint made to look like a thanksgiving turkey in bright blue.

For the home of experimental scientists, it is cozy and well lived-in.

Damian repeatedly glances at the stairs through the doorway.

Bruce clears his throat. "We were hoping to--"

"I've texted--oh, I'm sorry," Jazz says, having spoken at the same time. Bruce gestures for her to go on.

"I've contacted Danny, he should be here soon. He was out with some friends." Jazz explains. As she hadn't pulled out a phone in their presence, Bruce can only deduce they have some sort of camera at their front door. This also explains Ms. Fenton's complete lack of surprise at their appearance.

"So you know who we are." Damian says, the first words he's spoken since they arrived at the house and the longest sentence he's spoken since they arrived in Amity Park.

"I do," Jazz says, calm in the face of Damian's clearly simmering anger. Bruce trusts him not to attack Ms. Fenton, but he still watches him carefully.

"He told you about me," Damian says. It is the same question, but it is also not.

"He did," Jazz says.

Damian swallows. "I see," he grits out.

Jazz's neutrality slips and her face softens in sympathy. "Damian," she starts hesitantly, but before she can say anything else the front door opens.

A moment later Bruce's son walks through the doorway, and Damian is on him.

This is what Bruce hoped to prevent, but despite his numerous checks of Damian's luggage his son has still managed to smuggle a small dagger, which he now produces and swings in a calculated arc at Daniel Fenton's jugular.

Danny dodges cleanly, and dodges every swipe thereafter in a manner that speaks to continued practice long after his time at the League. Damian is a perfect product of his training, but it is up against Danny his flaws come to light. He is just as good as he always was, but Danny is better.

In a matter of seconds Damian grows frustrated and sloppy in his attacks, completely atypical for him. Danny takes Damian out at the knees and pins him down with one arm, pressing his face into the carpet.

"Calm down," he orders. His voice is deeper than Damian's at sixteen to his twelve, the accent that still traces Damian's words completely gone from his speech. Damian growls and thrusts his head back into Danny's face, meeting it with a sharp thunk. He rolls up as Danny recoils, putting distance between them. Danny glares at him from several steps away, hand to his forehead. Damian tosses the dagger into his other hand as he charges, and to Bruce's surprise Danny does nothing more than turn his face to the side, allowing Damian to draw a sharp line down his cheek.

Damian stops dead in his tracks.

"Are you done?" Danny asks, blood beginning to pool at the seam of the cut.

Damian's expression is stricken, eyes stuck on the blood starting to drip down his brother's face.

"I said, are you done, Damian?" Danny asks. His voice is cold.

Damian hears him this time, and he flushes red. "I--you--"

Danny sighs. He looks at Jazz, whose expression is back to carefully controlled.

"Are you alright?" he asks her. She nods.

"You left me," Damian accuses, standing there holding his bloody dagger limply.

Danny turns back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"You left me," Damian repeats louder, rapidly blinking.

"Yes. I did." Danny provides no excuse nor any explanation. His stance is unyielding.

Damian's eyes bounce wildly, shifting to Jazz and Danny slides smoothly in front of her, protectively. He looks at Damian warily, not as if he is his brother, but as if he is a danger. Damian flinches.

Hope is the last to die, Bruce thinks, watching as that last bit of hope Damian had is extinguished, the knowledge working its way through every inch of his body like ice in his veins. His eyes darken. He turns and runs from the room, the front door slamming shut not a moment later.

Jazz stands up, pulling a few tissues from the box on the coffee table. She presses them to Danny's face, cupping his cheek until he holds it himself. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit," she says gently. It is a thinly veiled excuse to leave them alone, and Bruce is grateful for it as she heads for the stairs.

They both wait until her footsteps have faded, taking each other in. Bruce looks at his mother's eyes and the sharp turn of Talia's nose. Damian's everything, four years older.

"You shouldn't have come here," Danny says, throwing himself on the armchair Jazz has just vacated.

"You know who I am," Bruce says carefully.

Danny glares. "I've kept your secret. She nor my parents know."

"I know," Bruce says. "That's not what I meant. You know who I am. And who I pretend to be. So you know I am familiar with masks."

"And?" Danny asks, looking vaguely bored.

"And so I can recognize when someone is wearing one. Damian will too, once he's calmed down."

Danny's expression sharpens. "No, he won't. Because you are going to go to back to whatever bed and breakfast you're staying in, pack up, hop in your private jet and fly him back to Gotham immediately before the League realizes you've gone. If they haven't already," he mutters.

"This is about the League then," Bruce says. "Do you not believe I can protect you?"

"I don't need your protection," Danny snaps, and watches Bruce actively extrapolate with a dawning resignation. "So this is the World's Greatest Detective at work," he says, slumping bonelessly into his chair, the first teenager-y thing he's done.

"Damian's in danger from the League," Bruce says. Danny glares from his slump. It's almost cute. "And as long as the League doesn't know about you, he's safe."

"Draw your own conclusions," Danny says, baring his teeth. Damian often makes the same face. "As long as you leave."

"I can protect him. I can protect you both," Bruce says. "Let me help you."

Danny closes his eyes. He centers his breathing in an exercise someone has clearly walked him through in the past. Bruce would bet money on the adoptive sister waiting patiently upstairs.

"Mr. Wayne. You are not my father," he says. "My trust in you extends to the point that I left Damian in your care, but that is where it ends. And that was when it was sanctioned by the League. By coming here you have endangered those sanctions."

Bruce disregards the sting, doubling down on his analysis. Talia had left Damian with Bruce well after Danny had left the League. But Danny speaks as if the decision had been his.

Or perhaps, Bruce realizes, it is not that Danny decided upon it, but that Danny allowed it to continue.

Bruce takes a second to review what Oracle had gone over with him before they left for Amity. Daniel Fenton had by all accounts, since leaving the League, lived a fairly normal life. His adoptive parents were eccentric scientists dabbling in the occult but their findings that bordered pseudoscience circulated a very niche community of like-minded eccentrics. The bulk of their income came from alternative energy, a more viable source of study that they'd veered harder into in the past year or so, a government contract with the EPA currently in the works. This had in part funded a vacation to an all-inclusive resort the family had taken that past summer.

Danny received average grades in school, above average in science and mathematics, declining sharply in his freshman year and sophomore year before evening out around the second semester. He had gotten into fights repeatedly with one student in particular, suspended for two weeks following an incident that resulted in a the student receiving a black eye. Teachers reported him to be highly intelligent but distracted and removed. They had recommended he be evaluated for an attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. He had no social media. He had missed multiple picture days. The ones he had attended he was sneezing, or a blur of movement, even going so far as to fall off his stool, legs flailing. Bruce had drank up every last one as Barbara had waited patiently.

A normal life. A family vacation to Bermuda. Average grades.

His freshman year, distracted and removed. The same year Damian had arrived at Bruce's home. Masks upon masks.

"You have informants within the League," Bruce says. Danny, to his credit, has no discernible tell. But there is no other explanation. "What will you do, if they find out you are alive?"

"That is none of your concern," Danny says, but he might as well be saying whatever I have to.

He never stopped practicing, after all.

"If they go after Damian, it is my concern."

"And that is why you need to take Damian back to Gotham before they do." Danny says. "I will take care of it."

Damian had barely spoken since he had realized Danyal was alive. But Bruce had seen the reverence in his eyes as he looked at the file.

"الوريث الصحيح" he had murmured. The rightful heir.

"You are proposing going after the entirety of the League with no backup," Bruce says. "Even if you think they won't kill you, you won't win either."

"Maybe they will," Danny says lightly. "Kill me. That would also work."

Bruce inhales sharply. "Danny," he starts.

"Go home, Mr. Wayne," Danny says, pushing himself up with one hand. The other still clutches the wad of tissue to his cheek, partially soaked with blood. "Go take care of your son."

"I'll go," Bruce says, "I'll take him to the Watchtower. And then I'll come back."

"Mr. Wayne-"

"I should've come for you," Bruce interrupts. "Sixteen years ago. I should've come for you."

Danny's brow furrows. "You had no idea I existed."

"But if I had. I would've come. I never would've left you there. And now that I know, I am not leaving you now."

For the first time Bruce watches Danny be completely caught off guard. He openly gapes at Bruce.

"You would've died," Danny lands on, voice thin. "They would've killed you."

"Unlike you, I would've brought backup." Bruce says, mimicking Danny's lightness.

He's lying. Sixteen years ago he would've thrown himself at the League to save his newborn son without a plan, without a thought beyond rescuing his baby.

Danny barks out a laugh. "You would've laid siege to Nanda Parbat with The Big Blue Boy Scout?" he looks wistful. "That would've been rad."

Bruce sees his opening. "Danny," he stands, eye to eye with his son. "Let me help you."

Danny evaluates him. "The Batman," he says softly. "I didn't want you to come, then. I didn't need one more person I had to prove myself to. All I wanted was to live amongst the stars, in the quiet of the cosmos."

"You want to be an astronaut," Bruce says. At Danny's cocked head, he says without shame, "I read your essay on personal heroes. You wrote about Edward White. Ad Astra Per Aspera."

Danny smiles slightly, sadly. "It is a rough road."

"You can be whatever you want to be," Bruce says. "I won't stand in your way."

"Even if I want to be Danny Fenton?" he asks.

"Even then."

Danny sighs. "I don't need your help Bruce," he says. "No," he says as Bruce opens his mouth. He pulls the wad of tissues away from his cheek. Underneath the splotches of dried blood the gash in his face has cleanly knit itself together, a faint white line now all that remains.

"I don't need your help," he says clearly. He holds a palm forward, and a green fire grows from its center, until the flames are licking delicately up his fingers.

"I know The Batman does not kill. But I am not a Robin. I am something else entirely," Danny says, his eyes reflecting the green of the flames. Or not, as he looks up at Bruce, his eyes green all on their own. They are sad. This is why he stayed away, Bruce realizes. Not out of fear. Danny is not afraid. Danny is tired.

But for his brother, Danny will wake up.

"And If the League takes one step towards Damian, I will raze them to the ground."

[coatl-cuddles]

I'm back on my zelda bullshit and updated Lancaster's design

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— DRAGONS BANE, chapter two ʾ ⋆

CHAPTER TWO – nefarious tastes.

glossary ; chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six.

summary ; now being the handmaiden of princess helaena targaryen, your presence in the red keep is starting to become welcomed. servants smile and bowed their heads to you, often sneaking you a cake or two at the end of the day. the walking calamity known as aemond, continues to cause perplexity in your wake.

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it’s not even the break of dawn when you are forced to awaken from your slumber. followed by a dream that’s quickly forgotten, pale beams of light backed by a soft gray-blue seeps in from your covered window. you allow yourself a moment to think about the past couple of days you have spent with the princess.

princess helaena has been nothing less than sweet. she asks you to read to her, dance with her, and help her decide what clothes she wants to wear for the day. helaena would even go as far as to show you her royal insect collection, allowing you to see the centipedes and beetles she had in her room. although scared and frightened by the little creatures, you had grown to become fond when you realize how domestic and cute they actually are. you suppose you’re envious of the freedom she flaunts in front of you, though you believed it wasn’t on purpose or of any ill intent. unlike aemond and the rest of her family, she seemed like your position as her lady-in-waiting was just that.

a servant girl knocks on your door, to which you call out and beckon her in. she comes in quietly, giving you a polite curtsy before moving towards your filled wardrobe. you recall her name being elayne. rows of dresses are hung up – arrays of blues and greens blurring into one big blob. the servant glances back at you as your rise from your bed. having taken a bath last night, you simply approach her and hug yourself, growing nervous under her gaze. though she was also a girl, being near nakedness made you shy.

“what shall you wear today, my lady?” she asks timidly. you shuffle forward and pick out a pale green dress, one that has a shawl attached to the neck. elayne pulls it out and allows it to come into full view. the abdomen section has twists of vines and roses of darker accent and the dress has shorts sleeves.

you nod, “that one shall do.”

you move behind a divider, discarding your clothes and facing the other way whilst she helps you dress. you notice that she averts her gaze sometimes when near your nakedness and to that, you are grateful.

as the sun breaks the horizon and pale light becomes a stronger beacon, your front strands of hair is pinned into a makeshift crown over your head. loose waves, from the pigtails you wore that night, fall upon your shoulders. you quietly thank her for your help and roll some of your perfume on – the aroma of raspberry, apricot, and jasmine filling the air. you sigh and open the door to your room, closing the door after you before making a beeline toward the royal apartments.

up the tower and into the level where her bedroom resided, you come upon the kingsguard sworn to her service. he turns his head to face you, though, you can’t put a name to the face and instead smile politely. without another word (but you did notice the small quiver of his lip.. perhaps he was going to smile back?), the kingsguard moves from the door and opens it for you. you enter, surprised to see princess helaena already awake.

“princess helaena, good morrow,” you greet, curtsying once she makes eye contact with you. the look of pure bliss lightens your heart and you can’t help but return her dazzling smile.

“lady (y/n)!” she responds happily before returning her attention to her dresser. she pulls two dresses from the box; one purple with white detailing or a warm, yellow one with the same detailing. “which of these shall i wear today?”

you hum in thought, approaching the princess and her two decisions. after a moment, you decided that you liked purple on her the most. after voicing your opinion, she seems to nod in approval, as if your choice was the right one. you help her discard her nightgown and help her pull on her chemise. you help her dress, pushing aside her hair when needed and tightening the laces on her back.

once she’s dressed, she moves to sit at her vanity table, her hand moving to pull her hair back within your reach. your hand extends towards her hair brush, removing the hair that was once on it before moving the comb through her silver locks. once tamed, you peeked into the dirty window to eye helaena.

“did you have a particular hairstyle in mind, my princess?” you ask, your head tilting to the side as she thinks in silence. she tells you her wish and you fulfill it to the best of your ability. you put the pins in place and seems to marvel at your work.

helaena stands and suddenly grabs your hands with hers, and with a certain kind of urgency, “beware the beast beneath the boards.” the message is cryptic and sends a chilling shiver down your spine. your brows furrow and you attempt to make sense of what she said, but the princess has abandoned you to walk towards the door. she’s as radiant as ever, the cryptic message she just spewed was almost as if it didn’t happen. “come, lady (y/n), i want you to read me some poetry.”

wordlessly, you allow helaena to loop her arm through yours, effectively entangling you to the princess and forcing you to follow her lead. you both pass by an array of doors and halls, then your matched steps slow as you entered what was a private library with the door slightly ajar. you take a moment to look around the room. tall bookshelves stand menacingly and no doubt there are cobwebs and dust collecting at the top of each stand. your eyes trail towards the unlit fireplace, where a chair is occupied by a long and silver-haired man. aemond.

he turns his head fully, a soft smile forming on his lips at the sight of helaena. however, the smile falters when he notices you’re standing next to her. you noticed that his leg is crossed over the other and there is a book nestled in his lap. he puts his arm over the parchment, as if to shield it from your eyes. you let out a puff of air in annoyance, removing yourself from helaena to observe the books that lined the shelves.

“helaena,” he greets with a warm voice, with which you can practically hear the smile. then in almost a sneer, “little ward.”

you can feel his singular eye glaring daggers into your back and you can feel yourself physically bristle at the notion. but, you promised yourself you wouldn’t let aemond have another victory over you, so instead, you elect to ignore him altogether.

“aemond,” she gushes and you hear movement behind you. you assume she had sat upon the empty chair that was adjacent to his. they begin to chat, about what, you didn’t know and you didn’t care to listen in. one exchange does get your attention: you hear him compliment her perfume, but she declines and says it isn’t her. from there, you can feel the lingering stare of aemond’s eye from time to time.

it’s almost as if queen alicent knows when you three are in the same room, for she passes by, then doubles back to enter the room. she dismisses her guard and you turn around, curtsying at her arrival.

she’s quick to give you a smile, “lady (y/n), how lovely you look.” there’s a pause before it seems like she remembers her other children are in the room. she turns to them, greeting them both by name. when the queen sits, she turns to you and pats the chair closest to her, “come sit here, lady (y/n).”

this interaction seems to irritate the targaryen prince. you hadn’t been here for a fortnight yet and somehow, you’ve already gained interest from his mother. with kindness that he hadn’t seen since he received his eye-scar being so freely handed to you, he felt like this was a slap in the face. he scoffs audibly when you do as your told, not before shutting the book in his lap angrily and then tossing it carelessly by the table stand next to his chair. he gets up and moves in between the chairs, sauntering out of the room.

his dramatic exit seems to be ignored by the queen mother, who extends her hand out to rub helaena’s shoulder. the princess, however, moves away from her touch. you make sure that you pretend to not notice this sequence by looking down at your hands folded neatly in your lap.

“helaena, my dear, there’s something i need to discuss with you.” instinctively, you perk up at the queen’s words, but try your best to not seem too interested. you notice out of the corner of your eye that the princess can’t look her mother in the eye. she’s avoidant and shrugging away her hold. “your grandfather and i have decided that,” she pauses as if she’s still deciding what words to use, “you shall marry aegon within the fortnight.”

disappointment begins to crawl through your skin, seeping into your blood veins and washing over your body like a sickness. you feel repulsed by the mere, expressed idea. following the faith of the seven, you were always taught that relations between family members were strictly forbidden. as a woman of the faith, you had expected the queen to forego the typical targaryen customs, but alas, she did not. you feel your stomach turn and the blood rush into your ears.

you stand up abruptly, wincing at the screech of the chair against the stone floor, “forgive me, my queen, my princess. this is a delicate matter that i believe you two should be discussing alone.” the queen mother’s expression softens at you and she nods her head in agreement. helaena looks at you, almost in pleading, but as you pass her, you give her shoulder a gentle squeeze. you note that she doesn’t shy away from your grasp.

your body slides through the crack with ease and you pull the door shut. you inhale deeply, resting your head against the wooden door – it’s cool to the touch, no doubt trying to extinguish the heat that grows over your face. you fan yourself with your hand, trying your best to calm down. you remove yourself from the door and you begin to walk, not noticing that you feet are taking you towards the godswood.

without looking, you round the corner with speed and run into a solid chest. disoriented, you take a few steps back and gather your bearings, immediately apologizing to whomever you had run into. you look up and it’s the smug face of aemond staring back at you.

“oh, it’s you.” you don’t mean the words to come out as harsh as they did, though it doesn’t seem to effect the prince.

“where are you off to in such a hurry, little ward?” he asks casually, his head tilting to the side as he observes your flustered features. his voice and his face do not fail to irritate you – enough so that you want to slap him and shove him out of your way. without a doubt, he was slowly starting to get under your skin with every fiber of his being.

you brush past him, but keep your voice low, “i’m not a ward.” he’s quick to turn on his heel and follow you by your side – his good eye on the same half.

“says the ward,” he taunts effortlessly.

annoyance begins to bubble in your blood, “must you be so cruel?”

out of the corner of you eye, he shrugs mindlessly, “i’m merely stating a matter of fact.” god, the pretentious bastard. you carry on toward the godswood, but you don’t fail to miss the fact that his presence is still by your side.

“i thought you said you didn’t want to be friends?” you ask callously, shooting him a pointed look.

he thinks for a moment, his eye unwavering from the path ahead, “i don’t. i’m just curious.” he hums as if he’s devising another sentence that will continue to infuriate you. nothing comes out of his mouth, but you’re too hopeful that he won’t say anything. “i like to stay one step ahead of everyone else.”

you scoff at his response and attempt to shake him from your walk. you pick up your pace, then his long strides equal yours and his pretentious face is still within view. you chew on your bottom lip to avoid saying something too out of line. soon, you arrive at the open courtyard that houses the godswood. what should’ve been a peaceful and quiet time for thought, would not be so with aemond around. you walk towards the bench placed across from the weirwood tree, sitting down on it with a defeated huff. aemond, unfortunately, settles on the other side of the bench.

you’re only allowed to cherish the few mere moments that aemond is silent. with a turn of your head, you’re quick to cut his sentence off before it even starts.

“you say you don’t want to be friends, but yet, you’re here,” you say, eyes narrowing as you cross your legs, “like a moth to a flame.”

aemond tuts, “you’re unusually uncontentious,” he states, also crossing his legs. the action causes you to roll your eyes. would you ever be rid of him? “what’s got you in a foul mood?”

if he was anyone else, you would’ve mistaken these questions for kindness at friendship, but then you remember the conversation you had a few days ago and how callously he reminds you that he doesn’t like your presence. you think for a moment, fingers drumming along the armrest on the bench.

“your brother is marrying your sister,” you finally say. you don’t miss the way shock washes over his face. he’s fast to cover it up though, his expression more hardened than before. it wasn’t a secret how aemond felt about aegon – a loose-end, a rock in the road. “it’s not right.”

aemond had finally found something to agree with you on, but he knew it was for vastly different purposes and not because his brother was the farthest thing that would be worthy of a delight like helaena. he too contemplates for a moment, turning his head to the side so he could allow his eye to fully take you in.

“why do you think it’s not right?” he actually doesn’t care about your specific opinion on why it’s not a good match, but like he said, curiosity clawed at him.

you feel his intense gaze on your side profile. you turn and meet this gaze, almost defiant, “the faith teaches us otherwise.”

aemond doesn’t expect that answer, but despite his best to not to, he laughs anyway. it’s dry and humorless, though it’s expressing his discontent with your words.

his laughter dies down and is exalted with a scoff of disbelief, “i forget that others follow faith so blindly, like sheep.” it’s your turn to tut and shake your head disapprovingly. “you don’t agree?”

“no,” you response comes out as a matter-of-fact. with the anger and annoyance bubbling inside of you right now, you start picking at your fingernails as a way to release the energy. at this point, you believe he starts saying things just to piss you off. “sheep have less free will than we do. to compare us to them is outrageous.”

aemond’s hands raise to rub at his chin, “yet, i still did it.”

there’s an uncomfortable silence that settles over the two of you. you begin to bounce you leg, to which the prince notices.

“itching to go somewhere?”

you look down at your hands, “i am.”

“well, stay.” if it wasn’t a command and he not an asshole, the sentence would’ve been sweet. aemond felt like a hypocrite as he usually hated when he was commanded to do something by someone who outranked him, though, there was something he enjoyed about being around you and feeling your fury for him grow (he’d never admit that). perhaps his destiny was to piss you off for your time in kings landing. “if my family asked you to repeat what you said here today, but in front of our dragons and our men, would you have easily confessed your thoughts?”

his question, without a doubt, sends you into a spiral of thought. to say what you said whilst you forgot yourself in the presence of aemond, the prince, well, you’d assume it was the closest thing to treason that you’ve uttered. the rights or wrongs of the royal family wasn’t yours to voice and maybe you should’ve remembered yourself.

you turn your head, expression bordering uncertainty, “no, i wouldn’t, my prince.”

although aemond doesn’t like the fact that you’ve yet again called him prince, he seems vaguely satisfied that he’s secured yet another victory over you. if the small, sly smirk that quirked up one corner of his mouth wasn’t enough, he decided to say, “that’s what i thought.”

and despite being a lady-in-waiting at the behest of the queen, perhaps you shouldn’t have muttered what you did.

“you targaryens and your weird customs,” you pause, anger dripping from your words, “these nefarious actions will be your downfall.”

aemond, seemingly not even being affected by your choice of words against his family (one could’ve assumed he agreed, though that wasn’t yours or his to tell), simply quips back to your outburst, “i can’t wait to see it.”

with that, you can’t help but storm off in defeat away from the one–eyed prince. he was right, in some way, about what he was saying. but, it’s also not easy to forget what you’ve been taught over the past decade of learning at highgarden.

days that turn into weeks end up passing before the day of marriage between helaena and aegon had arrived. you were sure that aegon had spent the last few weeks on the street of silk, for his lustrous eyes and the stink of woman was awkwardly obvious. he had even tried to advance on to you with helaena in sight once, but was quickly scolded when his mother noticed. helaena, ever the dear, hadn’t even noticed.

with a beautiful gown that dragged across the floor with each step on, helaena looked like the most fair and true maiden across westeros. she was the spitting image of the mother, or at least, what you thought would be a depiction of the mother. still, helaena‘a beautiful features were clouded by sadness and despair.

“helaena,” you say carefully, helping the other handmaidens fix the last of her hair. the silver wisps were pinned up, with multiple coils of braids and a makeshift crown that folded over the top of her head. she gives you a look through the mirror, her bottom lip beginning to tremble. “i can finish her off, out, the rest of you.”

when the last servant clears the room, helaena breaks off into small, quiet sobs. they seem practiced, for her body didn’t shudder and she didn’t gasp for air. you feel a twang of guilt hit you, perhaps being a princess wasn’t as dreamy as the child version of you had once thought. you frown and kneel beside her chair, taking her hands into yours.

“what’s wrong, princess?” you ask tenderly. you remove one hand from the fold, raising it to wipe away the tears that began to fall.

“i- i,” the princess starts through breaths. she’s unsure, you can tell, but the gentle squeeze you give her hands urges her to tell her truth. “i don’t want to marry aegon.”

your heart breaks for your princess, “i’m sorry, dear helaena. forgive me for speaking plainly, but you are so radiant and so kind, that sack of human flesh doesn’t deserve someone as warm as you.”

you pause, stroking the remnants of her hair that laid in waves against her dress. she seems to calm at your words and she’s thankful that someone else sees what she sees in aegon. perhaps it wasn’t such a secret like her mother made it out to be. you think for a moment before rubbing away the tears that will surely stain her cheeks.

“for going through this, you are so strong. if you can get through this, you can get through anything.” helaena’s sobs have turned into sniffles and gasps of air. “you are extraordinary, princess.”

and with a soft, reassuring kiss to her hands, helaena feels as if she’s ready. not ready to face her doom, as she called it, but ready to keep the facade she’s had for so long. you gently toss her veil over her face, holding out your arm for her to hold. she follows your lead as she evens out her breaths. her grandfather, ser otto, takes her from your grasp and continues to walk her down the aisle.

you stand alongside where some other court ladies had gathered, your hands wringing each other out. you watch as the maester conducts the ceremony, his words loud and clear. besides the nature of the wedding, you would’ve remarked how this was a beautiful day. the shroud that follows the princess however, deems it otherwise.

you watch as aegon hesitantly lifts her veil and at the prompt of the maester, aegon gives her a kiss. the two then turn to the small crowd and they begin to applaud. you’re reluctant to join, but the look helaena casts you persuaded you. you give her a smile and clap despite everything in your being telling you not to. you turn your head and notice aemond, his solemn expression obvious and his hands un-clapping.

the look of unhappiness doesn’t leave helaena and you feel your heart lurch for the princess.

[thewickedmerman]

Winx Club - Draconix

I have now finally got around to doing the girls Draconix forms (Formally and idiotically named Bloomix) and this time, the girls will have actually gained the form from actions that are actually brave and noble instead of bull crap like backflips. The girls lost their powers (Bloom included) thanks to the combined powers of The Trix and the Ancestral Witches using the Whisperian Crystals. The Ancestral Witches in my version have been the masterminds behind all the actions of the series, so that The Trix could get steal parts of The Dragon Flame (Which they originally tried to do with Bloom but managed to get when Valtor was destroyed because he was made from The Dragon Flame), The Shadow Phoenix, and The Leviathan in order to release them from their prison in The Obsidian Circle. However, because Bloom's power is born of the inextinguishable Dragon Flame, but Bloom still lost her ability to transform and her magic is weak (Like when she tried to fight the Trix in episode 2). But with that small spark of magic Bloom had, she heard the voice of The Dragon Flame telling her to share the power with her friends and they would unlock a new and ultimate form.

The girls will be having color swaps from their normal colors that I gave them because of how they are going far beyond their normal powers. Also, they will be given necklaces that have their Enchantix fairy dust bottles (Though some will be recolored to fit their new looks). Lastly, the girls earn their Draconix forms in the reverse order they did for Enchantix, meaning Bloom earns hers first and Aisha earns hers last. I did this not only as a way to honor Enchantix, but also because of how Bloom should've earned it first due to her power actually being rooted in The Dragon Flame. Aisha is last because of how her powers are rooted in water and it's harder to connect with the flame.

Bloom

For Bloom, her form received very little changes from her original form in the show. I added a heart onto her armor, a red gem stone onto the center of her waist, made her blue deeper to be more similar to the blue you'd actually see in a flame, made her hair a darker red, gave her different makeup, and she has her Bloomix prototype wings. Bloom's look in this is the main reason I wanted to have the girls do a color swap. The red color she has for her hair in this form would clash with the color red. This is a case where I don't mind her main color being blue because it is a deeper and slightly purple-ish blue and her hair is just so GORGEOUS.

Bloom earned hers when she traveled to the frozen dead planet of Domino, her birth planet, to try and see if maybe some of The Dragon Flame was still lingering on the planet. When she finds it, she is told she can't restore her or her friends powers with it but that it would allow her to bring back her birth parents and the population of Domino back from the dead, as well as the planet itself and even Daphne. Unfortunately, this would also allow The Ancestral Witches to steal more of the power and be unstoppable. So Bloom not only gives up the change to meet her birth parents, restore her planet, and bring her sister back to life, but also uses that spark she found to blow up Domino. That would keep The Trix and The Ancestral Witches from getting any more of The Dragon Flame's power. This was an emotional and traumatic thing for Bloom to do. Truly brave and noble, which earns her Draconix.

Tecna

Tecna's changed quite a bit. Outfit design-wise, she's still the same but it's purple with green accents instead of blue. I gave her a new hairstyle because of how I used her official Bloomix hair for her Sirenix form. I wanted her hair to be short but still fabulous, not to mention I gave her hair the coloring of her Cosmix form, sparkly highlights included. Not to mention, I used her prototype Bloomix wings, which go better with the outfit. Her individual dragon was a pain in the ass to do but I'm pretty proud of how I managed to make a technology themed dragon.

The way Tecna earns her Draconix is that Selina released a virus from The Legendarium to attack Zenith, the heart of all tech in the magical universe. This virus is so dangerous that it wouldn't only destroy the tech on Zenith but all the tech in the magical universe. In order to stop it, someone would have to go into the digital universe to stop it. The problem is that it feeds off technology and therefore no one on Zenith can fight it off and only people from Zenith have the intellect to navigate through the digital universe. Therefore, it's up to Tecna to go into the digital world and defeat the virus using her physical skills and intelligence. The danger is great because she is still more likely to die without her powers. She nearly loses her life but at the last minute, defeats the virus, which leads to her getting her Draconix.

Flora

Flora's look, apart from her hair and wings, has remained the same because of it's mostly green with pink accents, so it's different from her standard pink. I gave her, her Dreamix wings because I feel they actually go with the look better, and the fact that I've already used her Bloomix wings for her Enchantix and her Bloomix prototype wings for Helia's Believix. As for her hair, since I gave her, her Bloomix hairstyle for her Believix (Since I wasn't intending on doing Bloomix). I used the hairstyle of Sibylla, which goes against Flora's standard hairstyle where her bangs never change. I absolutely ADORE how she turned out. Along with her pink plant-themed dragon.

As for how she earns her Draconix, her planet, Linphea is under a curse than causes destructive weather and is making the plants die. This causes the population of Flora's planet to become deathly ill. With her powers gone, Flora's not effected and is now the only hope for her planet because of her knowledge of plants and her potion-making. Under MASSIVE stress, she has to create a potion to break the curse before Linphea is completely destroyed and everyone from Linphea dies, including her sister, Miele and her mothers (Yeah, Flora and Miele were raised by lesbians). Her anxiety is very high and she has a breakdown from her frustration. With the support of Helia, she pulls herself together, creates the potion, and breaks the curse. Life is returned to Linphea just in time and the population is saved from their near death. This causes Flora to earn her Draconix.

Musa

Musa's look was given a major recoloring with it being red with gold accents instead of purple, so there you go Musa in red stans. I did that not just because of her original color being red, but also because red and gold, from my understanding, are important colors in China and Musa is East Asian coded (Specifically Chinese). I also added chopsticks and gave her, her prototype Bloomix wings. Not to mention different make-up. I also love how I made her dragon out of music notes and sheet music.

Musa earns hers in a kind of dark way. She learns about a mystical object that can bring back the dead, which means she could bring back her mother, something she wants more than anything. Unfortunately, it comes at the cost of sacrificing the life of the person she hates most (Darcy). She came close to doing it until Aisha and Nabu came to stop her. She was still planning to do it decided not to because she knows her mother couldn't want to live with the fact that she was alive because someone else had to die. Instead, Musa smashes the object so that no one could use such an unethical magical object, breaking down into tears before earning her Draconix, after which, Aisha an Nabu give her all the hugs.

Stella

Stella's look changed quite a bit with the different coloring and her hairstyle. I absolutely HATE her stupid side ponytail hairstyle, especially that little one. Her original hairstyle looked ridiculous and I absolutely despised it. I went with a new hairstyle that is more elegant and made her look like a goddess. I even decided to have her hair be platinum blonde in this form as a way of her embracing her lunar side some more. I also went with a new color combination with her main color being a deep purple to represent the space, the orange and gold to represent the sun, and blue and silver to represent the moon. It helps show her equal sides solar and lunar. I also used her Bloomix prototype wings, which are so gorgeous. I really love how she turned out, not to mention using a two-headed dragon to show off her solar and lunar powers. People forget she has lunar powers and not just solar powers, so I wanted to make that very clear here.

As for how Stella earns her Draconix, her planet is being blocked by a red blood moon eclipse, which makes everyone on her planet powerless, both solar and lunar fairies. If it's not undone, her people will die. Stella won't, due to the fact that she lost her powers. The only one who can help is Chimera. Stella refuses at first, due to everything Chimera put her through. Stella has to let go of her grudge against her archnemesis for the sake of her people. They end up having a heart-to-heart where Chimera shares her insecurities about not feeling good enough and how her father abandoned her and the two make amends. With the two of them, they managed to save Solaria and not only does Stella get her Draconix, Chimera earns her Enchantix. Chimera is then given a royal pardon for her past crimes and is now considered a hero.

Aisha

Aisha's design went through quite a few changes, particularly with her hair. I loved the hairstyle she had for Bloomix (Though I hated the coloring they gave her) but I wanted to do something else. I wanted to give her some braids while also keeping the poofy look of her official hair. This suggestion was actually made by my girlfriend, @keeloves. I really ADORE how it turned out. As for her coloring, I went with pink because of her morphix powers and blue accents for her water powers. She, of course, has her Bloomix prototype wings. Her look is my personal favorite of the Draconix looks.

Out of all the girls, she was the hardest to figure out how to earn her Draconix. But thanks to @tiredcloudd and iloveffoxy2021, who I know from the private Union of War Discord server, I managed to figure it out.

Selina has released a creature from The Legendarium, a sea serpent that in ancient lore terrorized Andros and many other oceans many eons ago. It was known as The Blood Serpent because of all the genocide it had caused. Originally, it was stopped by King Neptune's sword. The Blood Serpent went on a rampage on Andros and had devoured several of the Andros royal guards, as well as several of the merpeople royal guards. Aisha can't stand to see her world in such a horrible state, giving her PTSD to when Valtor attacked it. Her childhood friend, Anne, comforts her, but it does very little to ease her worry. Her father tries to use Neptune's Sword (Which was gifted to the Andros royal family) but the sword won't allow it. The sword itself is an entity of sorts and chooses who may wield it. Aisha then tries to grab it and it allows her to use it. She runs off to battle The Blood Serpent, along with the help of her friend, Anne (Who is a Specialist).

The two battle the serpent (Which Selina is able to psychically connect with because of how she's the witch of reptiles and myths) and are struggling even with the sword. Anytime they got close enough to the serpent to use the sword on it, it would just dive under the water. Aisha knew that because the sword chose her that none of the merpeople would've been able to to wield its power, so she knew she had to dive underwater to fight the creature. Unfortunately, because she didn't have her powers, it meant she could no longer breathe under water or swim as fast as she normally could, which put her in more danger. She managed to do battle with the serpent but was running out of breath. With her last breath, she destroyed the serpent before passing out. Anne tried to dive under to save Aisha (Because the merpeople were all very exhausted and weak from battle) but she couldn't find her. Anne returned to the surface, heartbroken. However, Aisha had earned her Draconix because of her brave actions and noble selflessness, which brought back her ability to breathe underwater. She emerged from the ocean in an EPIC way. She's praised and hugs Anne, who was so happy Aisha was alright that she cried.

Feel free to let me know which one is your favorite.

Credit for the character bases goes to SelenaEde from DeviantArt

Credit for the wings goes to darkfairyofmadness, feeleam, and WinxHarmony010 from DeviantArt

Credit for the fairy dust bottles goes to Sky6666 from DeviantArt

Credit for the backgrounds goes to desiryloveflora and BloomBloomix25 from DeviantArt

[strangestcase]

ok it was about time I give you guys my honest opinions on the G3 designs (the cartoon ones) because it's such a mixed bag I really can't just say "it's good" or "it's bad"

CLAWDEEN- the design is super cute but it doesn't say "Clawdeen Wolf" to me. G1 and G2 Clawdeen was a fashionista and I don't like how it seems like G3 Clawdeen isn't. It takes away a lot of her personality, which was very watered down for the movie, so I hope her character arc in the show involves her gaining the confidence the OG Clawdeen was known for. Also the hair should be darker- that much purple feels distracting. Some touches of green wouldn't be bad, also. I love that she's Afrolatina, but hate that her skin is getting lightened left and right. All in all, I can say "good, but not good enough".

DRACULAURA- she's flawless. Ok, not really, but I like her. The new clothes are rather underwhelming compared to the G1 and G2 looks but they're still good. I love the addition of the hat, the split dye, and her being Filipino and plus size, but I miss the pigtails. I also feel like her personality, too, should be explored more in the show. The movie had her go from aloof to friendly and sweet as she opened up to Clawdeen and Frankie, and that was AMAZING. Final verdict: G1 and G2 Draculaura looked great but were a little grating; G3 Draculaura is more likable (to me) but her outfit doesn't go nearly as hard.

FRANKIE- personality and design wise? Frankie is the saving grace of the reboot. Making them a secondary protagonist allows the burden of being relatable to be lifted from their shoulders, and that's how Frankie really starts to shine. The same had happened in G2. Making Frankie a more "dorky nerd" type of character is a great choice. Also: trans! But dear god, I want to kick the Universal execs on the ribs- Frankie isn't the same without green skin, neck bolts, and a big ole square Frankenstein head. That's just... wrong. Still, the design is cute and the clothes are great, but the neons throw me off. Personally, I think Frankie works best with dark colors and goth fashions. So yay to the overall character, nay to the new outfit. It's not too bad, but it isn't something I'd make Frankie wear, at least... not all the time? I think some elements of the G3 outfit can easily be blended in with the G1 outfit, but they're so different, it just clashes.

DEUCE- I miss the red accents and the lack of sleeves, but other than that, Deuce's design really has come around. He's way more snakelike and has a more defined signature color. Plus the glasses not being opaque, while taking away some mystery to his eyes, really make him more expressive. And that jacket? Amazing. As for his personality- I think the movie was trying to develop Deuce as something more than Cleo's boyfriend, but somewhat failed. He's nowhere as punk as G1 Deuce, and a lot of things about him felt like the writers fumbling to make him "cute". I don't know; I hope the cartoon doesn't go that direction and instead allows him to develop in a more natural way.

CLEO- this is the one design that is all in all an improvement. Darker skin? Great. Lots of blue? Great. Golden accents? Great. The makeup? Great. The jewelry? Great. It's all great. My one gripe is that they've made her skin look weirdly metallic which.......... makes me a little scared, ngl. Please tell me it's body glitter. Dark skin Cleo but at what cost... Now as for her personality: I really do hope they don't take her down the same route as the movie in which she was just a mean girl with nothing much to her other than being snooty and eventually befriending Clawdeen. The OG Cleo had MEAT and BACKSTORY to her meanness. They better not leave that out in the cartoon.

HEATH- the design looks terrible, overall, but I'll say that 1) putting his skin on the orange side is a change for the better and 2) having his color palette have cooler tones is innovative. I certainly would not out it on his sweatshirt though. At least movie!Heath had a cohesive design, with mostly warm colors and his varsity jacket acting as balance. I can't say much about movie Heath's personality because, to make a story short, he didn't do much. He was implied to be a troublemaker, but he just showed up for a couple of scenes and that was it. I like that they will lean into exploring his temper but that would have fit Holt more... the same way Clawdeen's arc in the movie would have fit Holt more. Also I want to see how they spin the "son of Hades" thing, because I get the feeling it will be C.A. Cupid 2.0.

LAGOONA- it's been said before and I will say it again: the design is amazing, but it doesn't feel much like Lagoona. Which is strange, since from what little we saw of Lagoona's personality in the movie, she is going to be very much G1 Lagoona with a new coat of paint. Speaking of strange things, they made her be Colombian, as a nod to the original Creature of the Black Lagoon (her dad)- but her new design is more mermaid-ish? As for her clothes, they're great, though I would have gone for a different color, probably darker (the whole of G3 is in dire need of dark colors). Though the main change I'd make is making her skin aqua blue again. Or another shade of pink. This pink color is just wrong. Why not fuchsia? What's wrong with fuchsia?

TORALEI- I'm honestly wondering how they're going to make Toralei being a "conservative" monster work... but from her design, I deduce she'll just be the regular mean Toralei, just now with a hatred of humans sprinkled in. As for her family though? A mystery. Her design isn't bad, and I think it's the best one of them all along with Cleo's, with her new hair being cooler than G1's, but the outfit, while good, is still a downgrade. Purple and white don't work with her. She needs black and orange. And pants. For the love of god give her pants.

HEADLESS HEADMISTRESS- G3 headmistress was a step down from G1. Or a couple hundred steps down. Personality-wise. But design wise, this one is better. That's all I have to say. Love the axe earrings.

OVERALL OPINION: G3 designs aren't bad but they aren't good. Most of them are, while iconic, not THE iconic designs that made Monster High what it is. I don't hate them, but I don't really like them a lot. They need darker colors and edgier fashion. Some changes I consider improvements, but most of them are meh at best. In short: I don't like the reboot, in general, but I like enough things about it to be interested in seeing where it goes, particularly story-wise. There is still room for improvement and I think it would be a disservice to older fans to not listen to them.

[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

[sleepless-stories]

Falling Through AUs || 2

Breaking Out

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Summary: Roman and Remus find themselves in a cafe, their friends are all around them but act as part of the place and don’t know them. So Roman and Remus work out how to escape, remembering times when they broke in as kids to an identical cafe. 

Warnings: Death Mentioned

Beta Read By: @dragonsaphirareads

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A soft bell chimed above Roman’s head, he felt something wood against his hand. Though everything was just so bright, he couldn’t see anything as he stepped forward. 

Slowly his eyes began adjusting to the lack of light compared to before and he saw himself in a… in a cafe? The scent of coffee invaded his senses as he entered. 

Virgil sat at the counter with a warm cup of tea in front of him. 

Patton stood at the coffee counter about to order something. 

Janus was sitting with Remus with papers between them seemingly studying. 

Logan stood behind the counter looking down at the cash register. 

It was only then Roman realized, everyone was wearing distinctly different clothing from the ship’s uniform of black pants and a white jacket that had black sides and black cuffs around the wrists. Even Remus was in a different outfit from his co-captain outfit that was almost like the regular uniform but with green sides and orange stripes showing his rank on his cuffs. 

They were all wearing clothes that Roman could only think of as their normal civilian clothes. Virgil sat wearing black pants with a black hoodie that had some different purple plaid patches covering it, Remus was wearing dark obscenely ripped jeans with a green tank top that had rips and tears all over it. With him Janus was wearing black dress pants, a black button down, black vest, all with some gold accents. Patton was wearing khakis, a light blue shirt with a weird cat pun and a cardigan over his shoulders. Logan seemed to be wearing a white apron with a nametag on it, over black pants and shirt.

Looking down at himself, Roman saw he was also wearing a different outfit, usually his outfit was like Remus’ co-captain outfit but instead of green sides his were red. But here he was wearing some darker pants with a red shirt, the outfit was a bit more plain than anything he usually wore as a civilian. 

“Are you ready to order?” Logan’s voice cut through Roman’s thoughts. 

Patton stared at Logan nodding, “Just give me another moment.” 

“If you’re not ready to order please step to the side so someone else can order.” 

“Oh… um… ok…” Patton nodded looking up at the menu. 

Roman quickly walked over to Patton, “Patton!”

“Roman!” Patton gasped hugging him. 

“What’s going on?” Roman asked, pulling away after a moment. 

Patton looked at him a bit sideways, “What do you mean? We’re at the Busy Bean, are you feeling ok? You said you wanted to meet me here…”

Roman shook his head stepping away from him and looked around the room, “Guys! What the fuck!” 

Virgil looked up confused before looking back at his table. 

Patton gasped, “You shouldn't shout such obscenities in a public place!” 

Remus looked up from his table and quickly got up, going over to Roman, “Why was I just having some sort of freaking meet cute with Janus?” He asked quietly. 

Roman looked at him taking a deep breath, “I have no clue… but… I don’t think they remember anything. It’s like they… they’re just blank slates or diluted versions of themselves.”

Remus shook his head, “This has to be a joke right? We were just in the ship-”

“We were about to… die… and now we’re-”

“At a freaking cafe.” Remus shook his head laughing a bit before going over to the front door to try and get out. But the door wouldn’t budge, it wouldn't move at all when he tried pushing on it… and when he reached for the door handle it was like it wasn’t there, the door was but a wall, painted to be a way out. 

Remus turned quickly to Roman, panicked, “We can’t leave. The door… there is no door.” he laughed, his voice shaking a bit as he spoke. 

Roman ran glaring “What are you talking about?” He asked grabbing for the door handle only to hit a flat wall. “Shit.”

Remus nodded and banged against the door trying to figure out anything, trying to escape this place, it made no sense why they were here at all. 

“Where was it Patton said we are?” Roman mumbled quietly, leaning his forehead against the door. 

“I don’t know! I wasn’t the one he was talking to.”

Roman nodded, taking a deep breath and closed his eyes thinking, “Busy bean.” he said after a few moments. 

“Wait… busy bean? You mean the place we used to go to as kids?”

Roman looked at him confused for a moment before nodding, “Yeah? But… we were never here with the others, the place was shut down before we met them.”

“Ok…” Remus nodded thinking, “So we know we’re in a cafe, somewhere back in our hometown. Minutes ago our ship was about to collide with a black hole.”

“Inconclusive… Logan and Janus weren’t sure what it was.”

“It’s a fucking black hole… ok… ok so we just need to figure a way out, right?”

“I mean I guess, but it’s not like that means all our problems will be solved.” Roman laughed, “We could still be about to die if we make it out… or-”

“Don’t you dare suggest that.” Remus growled immediately, cutting him off, “I don’t want to think about that possibility that we already…” he sighed, shaking his head. 

“Yeah whatever, so what’s the idea? We simply walk out of here?” Roman asked, standing up straight looking at Remus.

“I mean do you have any better ideas?”

“Well maybe we’re here for a reason?”

“Oh, like some sort of divine intervention shit? You’re out of your mind.”

“I mean… it is a possibility, we’re not dead after all.” 

Remus shook his head stepping away from the door, he glanced out the window looking out at the dark city, the sky reminding him of being back at the ship with the stars shining brightly. He remembered when they used to go here, nothing at all really changed since then. The place looked exactly the same, so did the city outside of the shop… it was like they stepped right out of a memory. But that was where the memory ended, at their scenery.

Roman glanced around the room again before walking over to the counter that Patton was still standing by thinking of what to order. 

Roman stepped in front of him and sighed, “Hello I'd like to order.” He told Logan he might as well try to get them some drinks while they were here.

“Alright what would you like?” Logan asked, looking up at him. 

“Um, I’ll have a medium sweet tea and a medium chocolate Frappuccino with pineapple.” he said and checked his pockets only to pull out the exact amount from his pocket.”

“Coming right up.” Logan replied bored as he took the money and stepped away to make the drinks.  

Remus walked over and looked at him, “Why are you getting drinks?”

“I just thought… might as well while we’re here.”

“We’re not going to be here for long.” Remus said quickly and glared, “We’re getting out of here.” 

Roman nodded and smiled as Logan gave him their drinks, he turned and handed the Frappuccino to Remus, “I know… I know we’re going to get out of here.” 

Roman went over to a table and sat with his drink, “Remember when we used to come here?”

“Yeah…” Remus nodded and sat across from him. “I used to get us kicked out all the time.” 

Roman nodded sipping his drink, it tasted the same as the last time they were there. “Yeah, we started having to sneak in through the back…” he laughed.

“Because we couldn’t come through the front without them kicking us out immediately…” Remus glanced up at Roman in disbelief. “The back door.” 

“The back door?” Roman asked confused before realizing what he meant and set his drink down. “The back door.” 

Remus quickly got up, ignoring as his cup fell to the ground spilling everywhere. He grabbed Roman's arm, tugging him to the back. 

“Hey! Wait, you can’t go that way!” Logan called out watching as they ran out of the main shop area. 

Roman ran with Remus through the kitchen and employee lounge until they stood at the back door. 

A plain black painted door, with old promotional posters hanging from it. An exit sign hung above it. 

Remus let go of Roman and took a deep breath before reaching for the apparent handle of the door and he grabbed onto it. A sigh of relief escaped him as he gripped it and slowly opened up the door. 

Roman watched him and the door as it opened up. 

Remus threw the door open and stared out into the darkness that stood beyond it. 

“Are you sure this is the way out?”

“We’ll never know until we go through bro.” Remus laughed, smiling. “But we can’t stay here forever.” 

Roman nodded glancing back at the employee lounge of the cafe before looking back out the door. They needed to get back even if they weren’t sure what they were going back to… Roman took a deep breath before stepping through the door. 

Remus watched Roman disappear into the void before following him through it.

[nendo-town]

Lets talks shit about dr character design! I’m your host, Clay, and these are todays subjects:

Today we have 2 really good ones and one VERY bad one. Kaede and Teruteru have some of my favorite character designs and Tenko has one of the most confusing ones. Lets analyze:

Teruteru:

-First of all, if i see any Teru hate I’m blocking you. Its fine if you dislike him but if you hate him but like Mui then just say you hate fat people and go

-Second of all: LOOK AT HIM!!!

-He is designed very well, you can tell excatly what his Ultimate is.

-And that what good character design does, it gives away some of the most important information about a character

-They also incorporated 2 different time periods

-Teruteru’s outfit is inspired by both modern and 1920’s chefwear. Its a nice reference to his almost Trans-Atlantic New Orleans-like accent. - i didn’t talk about color palette much in the last one but i must say, this is a great example of a good palette. It has a great ratio of dark-meduim-light and it doesn’t get muddied at all

-10/10 character design

Kaede:

-Much like teruteru, very decipherable character design

-i could show it to anyone and they would guess some type of classical musician

-fantastic color palette

-my only complaint is that the skirt is too dark to see the beautiful sheet music pattern

-the vest and the skirt should swap colors

-besides that i have no complaints, its literally one of my favorites

-8/10 character design

Tenko:

-where do i even begin

-lets start with the outfit

-what in the actual FUCK is she wearing

-its a weird two-piece sailor style playsuit with a double layer mini-circle skirt

-that would be a really cute ensemble for the Ultimate Sailor, but shes not even sailor adjacent. She does neo-aikido.

-How tf is she gonna do any aikido with flashing her undies to the victim as well as any onlookers?

-And wtf is that hair thing????

-Chicka needs a redesign asap, so heres the idea:

-first off, ditch the color palette, its shit

-its all midtones, so its really muddy

-This is a better color palette that is similar to the original, but has more contrast

-Aikido is usually done in a Hakama

-These can be any color (or as far as my research shows) so the bottom part can be the blue and the top can be the lighter mint green

-the socks and shoes can stay (they are proper aikido wear)

-Next she should fuckin trash the plant that seems to be growing out her head

-The silhouette can be mimicked by doing only two of those bow things instead of four

-the darker green color from the palette i picked will replace the original color. the flower pattern would be removed

-flower hair pins in the purple color and the burgundy color could replace the purple headband

-and a single braid going down is not only a hairdo we have yet to see on a dr girl, but it also would complete the look.

-this one is one of my least favorite (but i do like tenko)

-1/10 character design

Thats a wrap! If you have a character you wanna see, just drop it in my inbox! Requests are open, rules in my pinned post. Remember to drink water, and Ciao for now.

-Clay :3

[firaknight]

So this is basically PMD x Kirby

(Here’s a key: pink is the name of the character, green is the Pokemon they chose, blue means male, pink means female, purple is the description of design changes)

So, before I explain who gets who, Adeleine sets up a few rules/guidelines for everyone.

1: The couch. Adeleine and Ribbon live in a cottage on the outskirts of town and therefore have a small house. When everyone’s there, she has a set seating system: tall people (DDD, herself, Daroach, etc) have to sit on the couch or in the general back. Short people (basically everyone else) sit in front of the couch and around the floor (she gives them pillows and floor seats of course)

2: No repeats! It’s to help her remember and also to not cause confusion or arguments. Nobody gets to have the same Pokemon as someone else (the only exception being if they plan to evolve them into a branching evolution, like Gardevoir and Gallade in the Ralts line)

3: Personalize! Everyone gets to add design changes to theirs (cut ear, different patterns, accessories, etc) to make them their own! They also assign genders to theirs and if they can’t decide, dice are rolled. Odds for male, evens for female (they can choose not to, but the vast majority were like “yeah whatever let’s just give them a gender”).

Ok onto the actual Pokemon

Adeleine: Chikorita, female, wears a scarf (part of the in-game story) and has a multicolored head leaf! Also had a small crystal hanging from her neck!

She saw the design and called them a “tiny dinosaur with a big leaf” and immediately decided on them. She loves them to death and thinks they’re the cutest Pokemon on the planet.

Ribbon: Fennekin, female, wears a scarf (part of the in-game story), has fur that is more pink than red, and wears a huge red bow! Also has a small crystal hanging from her neck!

Couldn’t choose the same Pokemon as Adeleine and thought Fennekin looked beautiful (she was even more excited when she saw the final evolution). She also has a type matchup with Adeleine and absolutely takes bullets for her to keep her from dying.

Kirby: Eevee, female, white fur is tinted pink, has blue eyes instead of brown, and wears bunch of colorful accessories like bows, bracelets/anklets, and collars!

Couldn’t decide on the gender and the dice rolled female! He doesn’t care and loves his Eevee!!! He likes how soft they look and how they have different evolution!! It’s like his copy abilities!!! He’s stuck trying to figure out what to evolve them into tho.

Dedede: Piplup, male, wears a big robe and hat, body is a slightly darker and more vibrant blue, and is a little chubbier!

He convinced Adeleine to take on a more difficult dungeon request for this (she got a big dinner at the royal table and got to stay the night in one of the royal rooms out of it though so it was worth it) and after a near 2 hour run and almost 3 game overs, she got it. Dedede only wanted it because it’s the only penguin Pokemon in the series and he wanted a big penguin like himself!!!

Meta Knight: Ralts (Gallade), male, wears a mask like his own, has more jagged blades, and wears a cape!

Only picked them because they saw Gallade and said “yeah that’s gonna be me” and didn’t wait for an answer. He likes their arm blades and the fact that they have a mega evolution (even BIGGER blades!!!!!!! A big tattered cape!!!!!! Badass looks!!!!! What’s not to like!!!!)

Bandee: Karrablast, male, wears a blue bandana, body is orange instead of blue, stomach is cream instead of orange, and has a tiny spear (this is later removed when they evolve)!!!

They saw Escavalier and got super excited!! Double spear arms!!! Armored and tough looking!!! They like how tough they look and 100% chose them for that reason only (although the Pokemon kinda grew on them over time). Not ultra tough right now but they’re getting there!

Marx: Sableye, male, gems are basically mirrors, wears a jester cap like his own, and has only 2 claws instead of 3!!

He likes how fucking creepy they look and how their mega evolution has teeth. It’s a very specific detail they will absolutely drill into why they like them so much. They also like how powerful they can be if used correctly!

Gooey: Goomy, female, body is shades of blue instead of purple, has a tongue that noticeably sticks out!!

He originally wanted Ditto but then they saw Goomy and felt a certain kind of love for them. He also couldn’t decide and the dice rolled female! He likes how the name is similar to his own and how they’re goopy like him!!! They’re also super squishy and he is too!!!!!!

Rick: Dedenne, male, tail is shorter, body is similar in color to him, has beans!!!!!!

He likes how they’re kinda hamster-esc!! They have electricity too which is hella cool. They look kinda soft to him and he was mildly upset over them not having paw beans and demanded that Dedenne be given justice by having them drawn in (Adeleine totally agrees to this). He likes to think they’re mega soft like himself!!!

Kine: Magikarp, male, slightly flatter, blue instead of orange, larger fins!!

He couldn’t choose a Pokemon and eventually just settled on Magikarp because he thought they’d be ok. Didn’t realize they evolve into such a big Pokemon until they saw what it looked like in one of the dungeons. The keep bragging about how powerful they’re gonna be when they finally evolve, but nobody is taking him seriously because he can only use 1 move as of now and hasn’t reached a point where he can evolve yet.

Coo: Hoothoot, male, body is purple instead of brown, has spiked feathers on his head, has a softer and fluffier appearance!!!!!

It’s an owl. He wanted to be an owl. He reeeeaaallly wants to evolve because Noctowl looks way cooler but he’s fine with what he’s got for now!!! He has a speed based build because he can fly very fast :)

Dark Meta Knight: Noibat, female, monochromatic colors with some red mixed in, mask with a scar, tattered wing membrane!!!

Purposefully decided on having a femal because he thinks it kicks ass a little more (also he loves his adopted daughter and decided that would be badass too). Built like a fucking assault tank but with speed. He absolutely leads the charge when he’s playing and takes every fucking hit possible if it’s aimed at his daughter. Gloats about his badass evolution and how fucking sick it looks despite having not evolved yet.

Daroach: Sneasel, male, wears a cloak and hat like his own, has yellow and longer claws!!!!

He didn’t like any of the existing rats and said “lemme get a thief pokemon” and settled on Sneasel. They have a team called the Squeak Squad and it’s comprised of his Sneasel and the squeaks own copies of the game! They play together in their free time and Daroach had Adeleine grab him a Sneasel so he could play on her copy too.

Magolor: Inkay, male, wears a blue cloak like his own, has yellow eyes!!! (The cloak doesn’t really fit until Inkay evolves)

Physically couldn’t choose and then someone showed him Inkay and he said “oh! I fucking hate them.” It was only until they showed him Malamar that he said “oh they look like they’d backstab someone. Perfect.” He likes how fucking ominous they look and how they would 100% be a supervillain given the chance. His Inkay is a good guy tho don’t worry.

Taranza: Joltik, male, has tiny fangs and little horns that grow out when they evolve, wears a cape, has little gloves on their hands!!!

He wanted Flabebe because of the flowers but was told someone already took that one and decided he’d take a spider Pokemon! Almost settled on Ariados but then saw Galvantula and got super excited. He likes their fuzzy look and thinks they are a lovely Pokemon!!

Susie: Gothita, female, eyes are gradient blue with no pupils, has pink accents on the head, more modern appearance!!

She couldn’t find any pretty ones with tech on them but liked Gothita! She thinks they look ok and Adeleine was nice enough to invite her over for PMD game day so she joined in. Her Gothita is surprisingly beastly and is a heavy hitter! However she also gets her ass kicked really fast because Gothita isn’t built for up close heavy hitting.

Zan Partizanne: Shinx, female, wears the same clothes as her, has more yellow on her!!

She really liked how Shinx looks. Tiny electric kitty puppy thing! She wanted to name it after some kind of thunder deity but wasn’t able to (she probably had a name for it tho). Speedy little powerhouse who looks adorable. Continues to tell Adeleine that she’s only doing this to repay her debt (and also for insulting her hairline) but is really just enjoying herself.

Flamberge: Fletchling, female, wears the hat and ribbon-like shawl, has spiked feathers that stick up a lot like her hair, more vibrant red!!!

She fucking loves this little bird. Like. A lot. Something about them is just so awesome to her. Maybe it’s because it evolves into a giant fire falcon but who knows! She just loves them and cherishes them with all her heart. BEGGED Adeleine to recruit them and managed to convince her (she had to offer up making her a cool sword to get it. Adeleine accepted the deal almost immediately because cool ass sword).

Francisca: Vanillite, female, wears the hat and shawl, has more vibrant blue, ice cream part is the same color as her hair!!!

You know exactly why she chose this one. Ice cream baby!!!!!!!! She thinks they’re lovely and wants a plush of them super bad (they don’t make them yet but merch happens eventually!). She jokes that they have an ice cream stash they live in.

Pitch: Pidgey, male, green in color!

He got to join in after the other animal friends told him! He’s good friends with Adeleine (all the animal friends are) and she let him pick a Pokemon! He doesn’t play as much because he has to use his little feet’s but he does his best!

Nago: Glameow, female, body is orange and the ears are brown! Eyes remain closed instead of open to reflect his design!

He wanted it to be a girl just because. He says it’s because it resembles his girlfriend a teensy bit (just in coat color really) and he loves her a lot. Little bastard cat causes trouble on adventures and purposefully runs off to look for the stairs by himself without any incentive from Adeleine.

Chuchu: Frillish, female, wears a small red ribbon and has a more vibrant pink body!!

Couldn’t choose originally but settled on Frillish because it’s the closest thing to her. Nicknamed it frilly and likes to cause problems. She’s got a pretty decent move set and knows how to kick ass with it tho so she makes up for her trouble with that.

Queen Ripple: Flabébé, female, wears glasses and has black ear frill things, wears her crown, and wears her dress!!! Flower is white!

She gets to play too!!!!! Adeleine offered to let her have a Pokemon and she plays though wireless connection! On a very rare occasion, she makes a trip out to Popstar for a week or so and gets to play during then! She has a lot of fun and adores the design for Flabébé so damn much (plus it’s fairy type and that makes her very happy)!!!

[thesoobfiles]

your highness – a. skywalker

Jealous! Anakin x Queen! Reader

Request: anon, could we get a jealous! anakin imagine?

Words: 4k

Summary: Reader is the queen of the alien planet, Roe’ Leor, a planet very rich in natural resources and starship fuel. It was previously a neutral system; however, the Republic has finally roped them in. In celebration and in honor of their alliance, the Queen has thrown a formal party to recognize this new friendship. Invitations extend to the royal family, the royal guard, royal officials as well as the staff, Republic Senators and the Jedi of course. After Ani’s met the Queen and after the dancing begins, Anakin gets jealous when he sees her dancing with another man…

A/N: I’ve been experiencing the BIGGEST writers block and lack of time to write and I’m SO sorry this took so long. I also had trouble trying to think of something that isn’t overplayed like jedi! reader and senator! reader... I’ve had this in my drafts for a week now and I apologize I haven’t published it until now... I hope it was worth the wait though :) A couple things I want to point out: 1) Roe’ Leor is a production of my imagination; it’s not a real planet in the Star War universe, 2) I imagine the handmaiden with a soft British accent, 3) you don’t really get to fill in a lot because you’re an alien and your skin color, eye color, etc. is already pre-determined, 4) the Roe’ Leor culture is like a mix of Indian and Haiwaiian (certain thinks like names and outfits) and 5) this Anakin is kind of like a mix between rots! Anakin and tcw! Anakin. I’m sorry I talk so much and enjoy! ~

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I look out of my large bedroom window as my handmaiden, Lei, prepares me for the event tonight. I just love the blues and purples that color the sky when the suns set…

“I do as well, my lady.” Lei speaks up. I jump slightly at the sudden sound.

“I hadn’t realized I said that aloud…” I said, distractedly.

“Well, I’m glad you did, your majesty. The sound of your voice is always lovely to hear, no matter the scarcity.” She replies with a small smile on her face. I smile back at her. What a wonderful girl…

The thing about being Queen is I’m not allowed to speak, only under specific circumstances like negotiations. Hearing my voice should be ‘a privilege’. I think it’s nonsense; but until my request goes through Leadership, I must adhere to the rules…

Lei adjusts the pallu part of the sari and places the traditional red flower behind my ear. She spins me around to look in the full-length mirror and I smile. She always does such excellent work making sure I look presentable. I look at Lei in the mirror and whisper a ‘thank you’ in our native tongue.

“You are quite welcome, your highness.” She smiles and bows before leaving my presence.

I look in the mirror once more and really take in my appearance. The amber color of the sari and petticoat really compliments my green eyes and the vermillion of the choli, fine stitching and border look exquisite against my light orange skin. To top the whole look off, my hair is loose, free to fall in waves upon my shoulders. Luckily, it doesn’t take too much away from the golden jewelry that adorns my body; the delicate necklace hanging upon my neck and the simple, yet elegant bangles that slip towards my wrist. If there’s one thing I love about being Queen, it’s the fun I have while dressing up.

When I’m done admiring Lei’s handiwork, I straighten my back and head for the main room of the palace; where the event is being held.

Outside my door, as I expected, are two of my most trusted bodyguards – who double as my governesses – to escort me; however, what I didn’t expect was for a women from Leadership waiting for me as well. I bow politely and she bows back.

“Your grace, I’ve come before you to inform you that your request has been received and approved.” She says with a relaxed expression and a small smile.

“That’s wonderful. Thank you for bringing me this information.” I reply, beyond jovial as a smile breaks out on my face.

“It was my pleasure, your majesty. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” She bows and leaves me with my escorts.

Overjoyed that I can now speak as I please, I hug both of them.

“Alani, Kaila, I never thought I’d see the day.” I express my extreme happiness with the information I just received.

“We’re happy for you, your highness.” Alani replies with a smile on her face.

“We’re glad your request went through successfully.” Kaila says as she pats my back.

I give them another squeeze before I straighten up, dust off my sari and clear my throat.

“C’mon ladies, we have a party to attend.”

As I walk forwards, Alani and Kaila follow suit. We make a beeline for the balcony area of the staircase and wait just behind the doorway for my cue to enter. I can already hear the noise of my guests and the party started but a few minutes ago.

- 15 minutes earlier –

“Halt.” A guard in front of the palace stops us.

“Names.” She demands and she looks at her scroll.

“Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight.” I say in a nonchalant tone and flash her my invitation. She looks at me, at the invitation and at her scroll. She nods and looks at Obi-Wan.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Master.” He says politely as he too shows his invitation. The guard nods and I proceed to make my way inside only to walk into her arm. I look up at her.

“Is there a problem?” I ask, eyebrow raised in hopes of getting some answers.

“You must change your attire before entering the Queen’s palace.” She responds. Before I could open my mouth to ask my question, a women that appears to be a handmaiden approaches us with clothing in hand. Then, it dawned on me.

“This would explain why we were measured last week.” Obi-Wan voiced my thoughts as he takes his suit and I take mine.

“You may change your clothing in the rooms to the left.” She states with an authoritative tone and resumes her duties as the guard; checking the next guests invitation.

Obi-Wan and I head over to a small shack.

“Doesn’t look like much.” I comment on the rough exterior of the ‘building’.

Obi-Wan chuckles, “Wait until you see inside.” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and push the door open. My eyes widened at the sight before me. The outside is an injustice to the interior. It was magnificently structured and much larger on the inside. The small palace was completely empty except for four decently-sized ‘rooms’ in the middle of the structure.

“Never judge a book by its cover, Anakin; Leori technology isn’t anything to bat your eyes at.” He says condescendingly as he goes to change.

“Yes, master.” I reply as I walk over to the changing ‘room’. Can it even be called a room? All of the ‘walls’ are made of curtains.

I walk inside and shed the many layers of my Jedi robes along with my boots, belt and lightsaber.

“What do you know about this party, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asks from his changing ‘room’.

“The Queen of Roe’ Leor has thrown this party has an act of goodwill to celebrate the alliance between the Republic and Roe’ Leor.” I say, repeating the words of the Jedi Council from earlier that week.

I gingerly pull on the blue button-up and thin black jacket that accompanies it.

“Have you ever met her?” He asks.

“The Queen? No. I hear it’s a privilege to even hear her speak much less be in her presence.” I recall from one of the many briefings on Leori culture.

I slide on the black slacks as well as the black pointed shoes and clip my lightsaber to one of the belt loop of the pants. I walk out the same time Obi-Wan does.

I look at him and raise my eyebrow to accompany my smirk, “Don’t you clean up nicely, master.” I say in a joking manner. Obi-Wan is dressed in similar clothing, just with different colors. His button up is a light brown while his suit jacket, pants and shoes are all a darker shade of the same color; like his Jedi robes.

He rolls his eyes at my comment then makes his way out of the shack and over to the entrance. I walk behind him and we walk back over to the guard.

She looks us up and down, “Proceed.” She says after she recognizes us and deems our outfits acceptable.

We walk inside and look around. Music similar to what was playing in Hondo’s bar plays softly in the background as the people make conversation. I notice that some members of the Jedi Council, such as Mace Windu and Plo Koon have already arrived and have switched their usual attire for suits. The majority of the people in attendance are Leori; however I do spot the occasional Senator and Jedi.

“Did you know that Roe’ Leor is predominantly female and that’s why they have a Queen instead of a King?” Obi-Wan pipes up from beside me as he examines the room and takes a bite of food from his plate.

“I did not…” I trail off and instead of looking at their species, I look at their gender and notice he’s right. The majority of the Leori are women. The men only seem to be caterers and the occasional official.

A horn of some sort is blown from the balcony of the staircase. The attendees quiet down and move their attention to a small girl, no more than the age of a youngling.

“Please welcome her royal highness, Queen (L/N).” She says in a high-pitched voice as ‘Queen (L/N)’ emerges from the doorway on the left. She looks…magnificent. She’s younger than I expected her to be.

The yellow and red of her sari compliments her skin well. She strolls over to the balcony and stands between her two bodyguards elegantly. Applause erupts from the crowd. Both guards hold a hand out and the applause ceases.

“Good evening, people of Roe’ Leor and representatives of the Republic. As you all know, I’ve thrown this party to celebrate our newfound friendship with the Republic. I hope you enjoy your evening as well as make friends with our new partners.” She finishes and descends down the stairs. Thunderous applause erupts once more from the people in attendance.

“I thought the Queen wasn’t allowed to speak?” I ask Obi-Wan with confusion, never taking my eyes off of her.

“Must have been a recent change in their rules…” Obi-Wan mused, stroking his beard.

“Oh.” I respond simply as I take notice that the bodyguard’s leave Queen (L/N)’s side as she greets some politicians. She talks with them for a short amount of time before she scans the room and her eyes on land on me.

-

I bow as I finish my conversation with Senator Poli and Representative Jeeloy. I’ve made it my goal to introduce myself to every Republic attendee as to become familiar with one another and explain the new rule put into place by Leadership. I look around the large space and my eyes land on a rather handsome young man who already appears to be staring in my direction. I suppose I’ve found my next conversation.

I walk over to him and his eyes never leave me. A regular man would have already looked away in fear or insecurity; an interesting specimen indeed…

“Good evening gentlemen.” I say as I bow before the young man and his slightly older companion.

Now that I’m within a closer proximity, the young man is quite attractive for a Jedi. He has dirty blonde hair that falls in waves at his shoulders. His eyes are a blue so magnificent, I’ve only ever seen it in the majestic waves of our ocean. His skin is a flawless tan color and his lips look as plush as a pillow.

“My name is Anakin Skywalker, but you can call me Anakin, your highness.” The young man, Anakin, says as he bows. He grabs my hand and places a chaste kiss upon it. I can already feel my heart racing at his actions. He releases my hand, but he never takes his striking blue eyes off of me.

“Your majesty, Obi-Wan Kenobi.” The older man, Obi-Wan, also bows.

“May I say, both of your names are quite unique?” I comment on the names they’ve given me.

“Thank you, my lady. May I ask yours?” Anakin questions me.

“(Y/N) (L/N)…”

“(Y/N)…” He whispers under his breath.

“…but no one every addresses me as such as it is customary to address me as ‘Queen (L/N)’ or other terms of respect including ‘your grace’, ‘your highness’, ‘your majesty’, ‘my lady’ and so forth...” I finish, matter-of-factly.

“Of course, my lady.” Anakin says as the mischievousness of a thousand younglings cross his eyes.

“How are you enjoying the party so far, Mr. Kenobi?” I ask, shifting my attention to his friend as the look he’s giving me makes my heart beat a little too fast for my taste.

“Please, Obi-Wan, your majesty. We are partners, not strangers.” He corrects me.

I nod in return, “Of course, Obi-Wan.” He continues.

“I must say, you’ve thrown a lovely party.” He comments as he scans the crowd.

“Thank you; do you like the food?” I ask, looking at both Anakin and Obi-Wan this time, “I heard many of these foods are popular on Coruscant, the Republic capital...”

“The food is excellent, your grace. Nothing to worry about.” He says reassuringly with a small smile.

“Wonderful.” I reply, returning his smile. “Before I forget, if you’ve been briefed on our culture, you’ll know I’m not normally permitted to speak; however, a change in the rules have been made by both Leadership and myself.” I say, clearing up any confusion if there was any.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” I begin.

“Obi-Wan,” I say while nodding in his direction, “Anakin.” I look in his direction.

“I must acquaint myself with the other patrons.” I bow.

“Of course, your highness.” Obi-Wan replies.

“Don’t let us distract you from your royal duties.” Anakin comments with a smile. I smile back and start walking to find the next Jedi or Senator.

- 30 minutes later –

After half an hour of walking and talking, I think I need a break. I pull a chair from one of the many tables in the hall and take a seat. I take a deep breath and exhale.

I’ve already spoken with all of the members of the Jedi Council, 8 Jedi Knights and their padawans and 300 congressmen and women and that’s not even half.

The dancing will begin shortly, so I hope I get to rest my feet for just a few minutes…

Not too long into my relaxing, I hear two chairs being pulled out. I take a deep breath, straighten my posture and put on a smile. I look up to see Kaila and Alani slumped in their chairs. I break out into a real smile and relax my shoulders.

“Hello ladies, you guys look as exhausted as I am and it hasn’t even been an hour.” I joke.

Kaila laughs exhaustedly, “Do you know how many touchy Senators we’ve had to shoo away from the poor female attendees? That Orn Free Taa? Too touchy for my liking…” I laugh.

“The men of the Republic need etiquette.” Alani agrees with closed eyes.

“Perhaps not all of them…” I say quietly. At my addition, both Kaila and Alani open their eyes and straighten up excitedly, forgetting their exhaustion.

“Oh?” Kaila asks with a smirk. I now realize my addition was a mistake; not only are Alani and Kaila my caretakers, but they are also my best friends and unfortunately love gossip.

“Do tell of the well-mannered men you’ve encountered this evening.” Alani urges with her elbows on the table and her hands underneath her chin.

“Well…” I start, going through my evening so far, “Senator Organa and Senator Farr were very polite, unlike the Senators you’ve had to deal with.” I counter with triumph.

“I’ve also met multiple Jedi who were nothing but well-mannered and polite.”

“Like who?” Kaila pushed.

“Like-like Master Mace Windu.” I reply, “Master Yoda and Master Obi-Wan Kenobi…”

“…and Anakin Skywalker.” I finish off quiet, voice uneven. Just saying his name makes my voice waver. I’ve never met a man who’s had this kind of effect on me before…

“Anakin Skywalker…” Alani repeats, “If I remember correctly he came last week with Master Kenobi for his fitting…”

“A rather handsome young man…” Kaila repeats my words from earlier.

Suddenly, I hear the ringing of a single bell signifying the beginning of the first dance. I quickly stand up, “Excuse me!” I say quickly and loudly as I rush to the balcony. I’m not even out of earshot when I hear them giggling.

I take deep breaths to steady my heartrate while I climb the stairs. I reach the top and clear my throat and the audience quiets down.

“The ringing of the first bell indicates the first of two dances. For the first dance, Leori will dance with Leori and this is the same for the people of the Republic. This illustrates our situations before our alliance. For the second dance, it will be mixed. It is mandatory for a Leori to dance with someone of the Republic and vice-versa. This illustrates our situation after our alliance. You have 5 minutes to choose your partner if you wish to dance as the first dance is not mandatory.” I finish and descend the steps for the second time this evening.

I stop at the foot of the stairs and weigh my options. I could a) return to my table and get pestered about Anakin or b) women up and find a partner.

Before I decide what to do, a familiar voice cuts into my thoughts.

“It’s been a while, sis.” A male voice announces. I look to my right and see my older brother, (B/N), with his arms open.

A huge smile replaces my thoughtful look and I rush into his arms, “Brother! What are you doing here?” I ask excitedly and squeeze him.

He wheezes, “I could tell you if I could breathe.” He manages; I immediately release him, “Sometimes you don’t even recognize your own strength, (N/N).” He says using my childhood nickname as he rubs his sides.

“You forget, I married a Senator of the Republic after I refused the throne?” (B/N) reminds me; even though our planet is predominantly female, he is older and would have been next in line.

“Ah, yes. I was so busy with the preparation of the party. It slipped my mind…” I admit, “How have you been? Is the money I sent enough? Do you need more? If you do, I can-“

“(Y/N), calm down. I’m fine and the money you sent is enough; I don’t need anymore, trust me.” He reassures me, “We can catch up later; for now, may I have this dance…” He asks, extending his hand towards me. I raise my eyebrow at him.

“…your highness?” He adds. I smile, glad he hasn’t forgotten the ways of our people.

The horn sounds as the classical music played by the orchestra in the sound room begins to play over the speakers. The first dance has begun.

-

The music has started to play signifying the beginning of the first dance. I’ve decided to sit this one out as the only other person I really know, Padmé, already has a partner. I sit at a table and sip my flute of one of the lighter alcoholic beverages being severed; as a Jedi, I should always be on my toes.

I scan the crowd when my eyes land on the Queen, who appears to be dancing with a man at least half a foot taller then her. The man she’s dancing with is attractive, to say the least. He has elegant features and whatever he’s saying to her makes her laugh; a laugh most likely so scarce only a select group of people ever get to hear it.

What is he saying that’s so funny? I thought when I heard the shattering of my glass. I guess my jealously paired with my prosthesis isn’t necessarily a good mix. Luckily, my beverage only spilled into the plate below with few drops of it on the tablecloth. I disregard my drink and return my attention to the Queen. Her partner spins her and she seems to be having a great time. It’s hard to be jealous when she smiles like that…

My thoughts are cut off when the music stops. The two separate and they bow before the Queen ascends the stairs. She’s most likely announcing the second dance… I suppose that’s my cue; good thing I did my research...

-

“I hope you had a lovely time with your first partner; however, it is now time to choose your second. The second dance will begin shortly. You have 5 minutes to choose your next partner.” I announce and descend the stairs for, hopefully, the last time. I reach the foot of the stairs when a Senator approaches me.

“Would you like to dance, your majesty?” he asks.

“No thank you.” I respond politely. He nods and walks away. Another Senator walks up, one from Ryloth.

“Care to dance, your highness?” He asks with his hand extended in my direction.

“I’ll have to pass, Senator.” I reply. He looks at me and rolls his eyes as he walks away.

“Excuse me, my lady.” A voice intervenes; not a familiar voice, but one I’ve heard before. I turn around to be met with Anakin Skywalker.

“Anakin.” I say, hopefully.

He smiles at me, “May I have this dance…” He extends his hand to me, “…your highness?” I smile and rest my hand in is, “You may.”

The horn sounds again as another song plays over the speakers. Something along the lines of classical and tango; a rather interesting mix to describe the alliance between us.

“If I may, did you really know how to ask me to dance or was it luck?” I ask out of curiousity as he leads me to the dance floor. He grabs my hand with his right and places his left on my waist. He pulls me close and whispers in my ear, “I knew.” At this, my heartrate picks up once more.

He resume our dance at normal distance.

“Your grace, if I may, who were you dancing with earlier?” Anakin asks as we continue to glide across the floor.

“Oh, that was my brother, (B/N). Many think he’s given up his prince status, but he merely rejected king status and still remains crown prince of Roe’ Leor.” I inform him, thinking nothing of the question.

“I see. So, your majesty, are you aware of the dangers that come with being partnered with the Republic?”

“Yes. Since Roe’ Leor is no longer a neutral system, the Separatists will now target us given our change in position.”

“Have you increased your security?” He asks as he dips me.

“Tripled.” I respond as he lifts me back up.

“Has the Republic asked about outposts?

“Yes.”

“And your answer?”

“Anakin Skywalker, did you ask me to dance for business of for pleasure?” I ask, finally feeling more comfortable in his presence.

“Officially, business.” He responds as he spins me similar to how (B/N) spun me earlier.

“Unofficially?” I ask. He smiles at me and whispers in my ear with a sultriness that makes my heart melt, “Pleasure.” Then, as he dips me, the last note of the song is played.

He brings me back to a standing position.

“It was a pleasure dancing with you, Anakin Skywalker.” I say as I bow, still a little disoriented from his answer.

“Please,” he bows and grabs my hand similar to our first meeting, “the pleasure was mine.” and he kisses it.

“We’ll see more of each other in the future, your highness.” He gives me a jaunty salute then walks over to Obi-Wan.

Never in my life have I ever wanted a man so badly.

Little did I know, even though I made my comment internally, Anakin was still close enough to listen in on my thoughts and walked away with a smile on his face...

-

I leave the Queen to return to her queenly duties and walk over to Obi-Wan.

“You looked rather cozy dancing with the Queen.” He noted.

“Really? I didn’t notice…” I replied coyly.

“Let’s just hope that you haven’t ruined our friendship when it’s only just begun.” He states as he makes his way over to Master Yoda.

I smile and look back at the Queen and she’s talking to her bodyguards.

Farewell, your highness. Until our next meeting…

The Queen’s eyes widen and her attention is turned towards me. I smile at her and she smiles back.

Farewell, Anakin Skywalker. Until we meet again.

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Cyberpunk!HypMic

This is an extension of the cyberpunk outfits from this AU.

Originally, these outfits did not have their own universe to exist in - they were just made to fit a theme - but it just so happens HypMic already has a lot of the components required for cyberpunk...(but yikes, this is the densest AU - in terms of worldbuilding - I've had yet...)

TDD, MCD, Kuujaku Posse and NB existed in the past, but not in the context of the DRB - they were just groups of unlikely friends with differing reputations that retroactively came to be known under popular monikers and they ended up accepting those names over time. After WW3 and Chuohku's take over, technology rapidly advanced but society as a whole was wrecked.

As a reminder, the base outfit in this world is a silver body suit which only exposes the head, hands and feet, with black combat boots and a black belt.

In this world, this outfit is typically issued by Chuohku via people like Ramuda, although as you can tell by the outfits given in the magical boy AU, what you put on top of the base outfit can vary wildly. The boots and the belt can be swapped with something else without any trouble - the only thing that can get you into trouble with the authorities is ditching the suit. The body suit is able to purify polluted air within a short distance of itself, but only for the user.

All suit users have an accent colour, typically found on places like the top edge of the boots and on buttons, and the accents glow faintly in the dark. The colours have been adjusted slightly from the magical boy AU to create better glow effects.

...For the outfits that aren't specified, known from the magical boy AU or the same as canon in cases where the character does not rely on the suit, I'll leave them to your imagination, dear readers.

BB:

A team of brothers and odd jobs workers who navigate the digital and the real world to help those in need.

Ichiro: The owner of Odd Jobs Yamada. Prone to poking around with the latest in virtual reality, as well as illegal or semi-legal cybernetics. Resents Samatoki because he interferes with the Yamadas' business often enough to be a nuisance. Accent colour: Bright red.

Jiro: A delinquent and the more physical member of Odd Jobs Yamada (i.e. instead of trying to shut down bad guys using digital trickery, he's more likely to punch them instead). Was going to high school before circumstances shut schools down. Accent colour: Bright (royal) blue.

Saburo: A genius hacker. Was going to middle school before circumstances shut schools down. Accent colour: Bright yellow.

MTC:

An ad hoc crew who, in this world, have much weaker relationships than they do in canon.

Samatoki: A yakuza second-in-command, currently in possession of a strange black cybernetic glove which covers his right arm from the hand up to the elbow. The glove is able to control the air purification feature of the suits, so it's a particularly nasty bit of contraband. Resents Ichiro because Ichiro made a prototype of the glove and that was the last chance Samatoki had of convincing Nemu not to join Chuohku, but she joined them anyway. Also came into possession of an humanoid mecha, via Riou, which became the base of the new Yotsutsuji. Wears his TDD jacket over his shoulders. Accent colour: Indigo.

(Nemu: Currently with Chuohku to improve the world from within the government. Sent the completed glove to her brother because she knew he would keep it safe. Accent colour: Magenta (aka "Chuohku pink").)

Jyuto: A corrupt cop, currently investigating the glove in Samatoki's possession. More overworked than his canon counterpart...Even his trademark glasses have been digitised - they have a small antenna on the left side and can display information on the lenses when Jyuto gives them a mental signal (the display is in his accent colour). Accent colour: Maroon.

Riou: A former navyman who lives in nature, despite it being irreparably wrecked, and would rather not deal with the digital world, considering he's a cyborg (this is how he gets around not having the suit - he was experimented on in Chuohku's pursuit of creating a new supersoldier). Gave Samatoki an ancient industrial military-grade humanoid mecha which is about as tall as he (Samatoki) is.

FP:

Gentaro doesn't know Ramuda and Dice in this world.

Ramuda: A fashion designer who hands out government-mandated suits (for a small fee) while trying to ask out as many ladies as possible. Also sells other items to go with the suits, as would be expected of a typical fashion designer. His allegiance to Chuohku is a lot clearer in this world, but he's not a clone in this - just a normal human with hair dyed pink. Accent colour: Light orange (as per the magical boy AU).

Gentaro: A writer who makes his stories "real" via virtual reality and partnerships with others, such as Odd Jobs Yamada. Has material in some of his stories which he can use to blackmail Chuohku with. Hides his suit under traditional Japanese clothes. Accent colour: Bright purple.

Dice: Officially, he's a gambler who gambles with digital money and can't afford the suit. (Ramuda is not only something like a debt collector to him, he's also Dice's minder and enabler of sorts.) Unofficially, he's the son of Otome, the leader of Chuohku, who, when he was disowned by his family, lost access to the suits. As a result, he occasionally struggles to breathe and has to be helped by someone every so often. (Maybe if Hitoya or Jakurai met him in this world, Dice would be properly saved...?)

MTR:

Jakurai: A doctor, albeit one who prefers to use old-fashioned (that's "modern" to us) methods where possible. Chuohku believes gathering data from his brainwaves is necessary for the progress of developing new medical technology (or so they say...), so he wears a strange device which loops around the back half of his head and sits over his hair, attached to his head by two round (glowing) suction cups just above his ears. Wears his doctor's coat over the suit. Acts as Doppo and Hifumi's therapist and/or meditates in his spare time. Accent colour: Cyan.

Yotsutsuji: Currently in a coma after Chuohku's experiments for new supersoldiers. With the help of the former TDD, Jakurai has placed what could be salvaged of Yotsutsuji's consciousness into a humanoid mecha.

Hifumi: The no. 1 host of Fragrance. Uses virtual reality, projection mapping and other technologies to create entertainment for his clients. Afraid of women, but rather than his jacket, in this world he uses the same technology that aids him in his work to escape them. Accent colour: Neon green.

Doppo: A salaryman with appallingly low pay, no matter how hard he works, due to the fact technology is advanced enough in this world to give him a run for his money...He's lucky he has Jakurai and Hifumi to keep him sane... Accent colour: Teal.

DH:

Rei knows about Sasara and Rosho in this world, but they don't know about him.

Sasara: A comedian, currently under the heel of Chuohku. To this end, there are only certain kinds of jokes he's allowed to say while performing in public, although Sasara tries to get around this as much as he can when he can and secretly wishes to tear down the system with the former TDD + MCD so he can say what he likes again. Remotely communicates with Rosho via a visor and wears a leather jacket similar to Samatoki's TDD jacket in memory of MCD. Accent colour: Bright pink (as per the magical boy AU).

Rosho: A teacher, who lost his job when the school system broke down. He relies on Sasara to provide his basic necessities, but also takes occasional jobs to teach children in small groups or one-on-one, even teaching them comedy skills if he deems it necessary for them to survive in this wartorn world. Remotely communicates with Sasara via a display built into his glasses (which he otherwise wears purely for cosmetic reasons). Accent colour: Purple.

Rei: The creator of various technologies and creations prior to the war, most notably the ubiquitous suits. Currently gathering Jakurai's brainwave data for his own purposes. Has a strange relationship with the upper management of Chuohku, particularly Otome. Instead of sunglasses, he wears a (purely cosmetic) sniper's monocle over his left eye. Accent colour: Orange.

BAT:

Kuko: Back to being a delinquent, after people stopped believing in religion in exchange for technology. However, he still holds on to his beliefs, with the idea that one day, he can bring Buddhism back to a world that needs something to believe in. To this end, he uses virtual reality to recreate the pre-war world as he remembers it. Wears a teal happi coat over his suit and his prayer beads dangle out of his pocket. Accent colour: Mint green. Also known to commonly ditch the government-mandated suit for a particular respirator system created by Hitoya, which has a mess of wires going from the back of his head and going to either his neck or his shoulders (it looks similar to how the robot from the cover art of In My Mind's Axwell Mix has it) - this is due to the fact it looks intimidating and cool, yet it can be a pain to move around with at times.

Jyushi: A visual kei musician who enhances his shows with virtual reality, projection mapping and so on. People get confused when they involve Amanda "coming to life", but they roll with it anyway. Accent colour: Gold (essentially, a darker yellow than Saburo's).

Hitoya: A former lawyer, whose services are no longer needed now that the rules of society the law should operate in do not apply. This freed up his time to pursue his own interests, including creating portable respirator technology which Kuko and Jyushi try out for him (he does this with some help from some connections in the medical field, including Jakurai).

[chaosangel767]

Lullaby OC’s: The Clubs

Lullaby Masterlist II Neutral OC’s II The Diamonds II Extra OC’s

Introductions to the Combat Division of Lullaby - The Clubs 

Chase Aspen: The Stoic and Protective King of Clubs

Age: 24 

Pairing: Amelia Brown 

Description: Pretty tall at 5’11” and muscular. He looks similar to his sister, the Queen of Diamonds. He has darker caramel eyes than his sister and short and wavy brown hair streaked blonde. Casual clothes are nice, but usually missing a few buttons and the sleeves are always rolled up. 

Summary: He is insanely protective of his older sister, but thinks he’s inadequate to her. He is very mature and composed in front of others, only relaxing around his close friends. He rose through the ranks solely to be there for his sister. He is talented with any blade, preferring sabers and greatswords. 

Amelia Brown: The Stubborn and Rowdy Queen of Clubs

Age: 24

Pairing: Chase Aspen 

Description: She is pale with tons of freckles and muscular, but still only 5’4”. She has strawberry blonde curls that fall to her shoulders but are usually pulled back. She has large minty green eyes.  She likes wearing black mens trousers with a black and teal corset and heeled combat boots. She keeps her daggers and throwing knives on garters around her thighs. 

Summary: Stubborn and Rowdy, Amelia grew up around guys and always preferred to fight and train as opposed to getting dressed up to play house. She specializes in any short dagger or throwing knife. She graduated at the top of her class and despite being a girl worked her way up the ranks. She is better about dressing up now, only doing it when she has too. 

Chester Leilani: The Calculating and Observant Jack of Clubs

Age: 27

Pairing: Asexual (thinks love is a liability and a waste of time) 

Description: Very similar to his sister, he has dark emerald eyes and pale skin with lots of freckles. He is 5’10” and extremely lean and toned. He has short mahogany hair and prefers a simple button up with a vest and trousers. His uniform and outfits are spotless at all times. 

Summary: Shy and quiet like his sister the medic for the Diamonds, he climbed the Clubs ranks purely to protect her. If anything was to go down, he wanted to be with her on the battlefield. He is observant and the main tactician for the Clubs, the only person he can’t beat in a chess game is the King of Diamonds. He is a sniper, preferring to stay out of the close combat so he can get a better view of the battlefield and strategize to the best of his ability. 

Sky Night: The Talented and Enigmatic Ten of Clubs

Age: 24 

Pairing: Asexual (thinks love is a hoax and relationships are a weakness) 

Description: Black hair with dark brown highlights, and pale skin that tans easily, he looks quite forgettable, if not for his dark purple eyes. In the shadows, they look black, but in the sunlight, they seem to glow. His build is average, but muscular, and his clothes are simple too, whether it’s on duty or off. 

Summary: He’s kind and pleasant to interact with, but seems to keep his distance from everyone. He takes orders from both armies yet doesn't seem particularly close to anyone. He’s a great informant, able to blend into shadows and stay unnoticed, with amazing memory as well. To top it off, he’s mastered throwing knives, having invented an almost perfect technique himself, and works well with snipers. He doesn’t talk much about himself or his past. He claims to have gone to IOL yet no one recalls him. 

Jasper Dawn: The Soft and Naïve Nine of Clubs

Age: 23 

Pairing: None (doesn't even know his sexual orientation, this adorable softboi) 

Description: He has dark brown skin with milky white patches, vitiligo. His skin is quite sensitive, so he usually wears layers of sunscreen to protect it. He likes to wear scarves or turtlenecks, even in the burning hot summer. Either that, or some uneven patch of makeup on his neck. Rumors say he used to be in a gang and is hiding a tattoo for whatever reason. It doesn’t help that he’s muscular to the point of being buff, and that his face looks scary, nor the fact that those who’ve seen him without all the long shirts and pants say he’s covered in scars. His hair used to be black, but it’s now a light teal that matches his eyes, currently loose and messy around his shoulders with golden accents. They used to be in dreadlocks. 

Summary: As a kid, he was very quiet and confused, keeping to himself most of the time. He made one good friend, and remembers a stranger with dark hair and silver eyes that gave him candy, but that’s it. He eventually showed up in Clubs Academy and began his training there. Even as an adult, he’s still quiet, but really kind with his soldiers. Despite his intimidating face and presence, he’s just an innocent little softboi! 

Avi Gatilin: The Gentle Giant and Night Owl The Eight of Clubs

Age: 26

Pairing: Saiya Shade

Description: Flawless darker skin, is 6’0” tall with broad shoulders and muscles for days. His hair is semi long, and a rich brown color depending on light. His eyes are a dark blue that could almost pass for black. He wears a black shirt and pants out of uniform and keeps a pair of leather gloves on him at all times. 

Summary: Looks are extremely deceiving with this gentle giant. He is really quiet and shy, preferring to blend with the shadows. He may be intimidating, but is actually very soft spoken, preferring to capture people alive and peacefully. He is the other night unit and is only awake between the hours from 4pm - 8am. IS best friends with Saiya, they have been working together at night for years. 

Declan Maverick: The Relaxed but Relaxed Tank and The Seven of Clubs

Age: 28

Pairing: Married to Candance Valentine 

Description: Is another tall boi 6’0” with toned but buff muscles. He has dark gold eyes and longish mahogany hair. He usually just wears his clubs uniform with the sleeve rolled up and jacket open. Wears a broken watch on his wrist that is the only thing that connects him to his family. 

Summary: Declan specializes in a blunt weapons unit, liking the two handed staff the best. He is very laid back and relaxed, but is still extremely protective of Lullaby. Nothing will threaten his wife and twin boys. He was raised by Jacobs family after being found outside the barrier with only a watch. When he grew up he decided to take the name on the back of the watch since that was his only clue to his real identity. His wife is the second diplomat of Lullaby and he rarely sees her.  

Jace Grant: The Trigger Happy and Competitive Six of Clubs

Age: 28 

Pairing: None 

Description: His skin color is medium and his hair would be brown, if it wasn’t shaved. His built is tanky, slow, bulky even. His eyes are brown and it’s been compared to sh*t on multiple occasions. He usually wears something he thinks is cool, but actually isn’t. 

Summary: Jace isn’t the easiest to get along with, even harder to understand than people like Jacob. He by no means had a sad backstory, nor was he born into a rich and spoiled family. Looking at his childhood, no one would have guessed that he would grow up to be the a**hole of Lullaby. Don’t challenge him unless you want to end up in a hospital. If it wasn’t for his position, he would’ve long become a fugitive from multiple murders. 

Celeste Soleil: The Timid and Celestial Five of Clubs

Age: 23 and a half 

Pairing: Kyle Ash 

Description: Tanned flawless skin and a dimple on her cheek, she would look ordinary if it wasn’t for the star shaped freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. They’re something she takes pride in, as a Soleil. Her hair is in shades of pinks and purples, like a galaxy. Her eyes are a pale lilac. Her uniforms usually have clusters of stars on the edges that she embroidered on herself. Around her neck rests a sphere filled with glitter that sparkled like a galaxy. 

Summary: Unfortunately, Celeste was born with a weak body, being unable to use her magic because of it. Because of her delicateness, she was deemed unfit for the role of Jack of Diamonds, a role her family has had for generations. Instead, it went to her cousin, the older twin, Lunarye Star. Luckily, Celeste was still able to join the Clubs Army as a medic. She’s the third best in all of Lullaby. 

Aro Shielde: The Pussy and Scaredy Cat Four of Clubs

Age: 23 

Pairing: Mei Venus 

Description: He’s pale and doesn’t like the sun, since he’s the type that gets sunburned easily. His hair is dirty blonde with long bangs over the left eye, just like his cousin Zepherin. The said eyes are dark blue, almost black, like two deep pools of water (Mei’s words). He’s lithe and very tall, like a big beanpole. He would go around wearing armor if given the chance, but it’s too heavy and bulky. 

Summary: He’s, well, the pussy of Lullaby. That’s all there is to him. He’s a scaredy cat that would run and hide at any possible chance, even if deep down he knows he’s more than capable of fighting. If he can get over his fear of pain and blood, perhaps he can even take the position of King of Clubs. But for now, he’s just the logistics guy, the nitpicker of plans, the one who over worries to the point where people just wanna knock him out. Jace almost does on more than one occasion. 

Kayne Hanshaw: The Quiet and Romantic Three of Clubs

Age: 28 

Pairing: Married to Floria Hanshaw 

Description: His long and silky blonde hair reminds people of gold or elves. Mei approves. Some of the Diamonds are even jealous. His eyes are a bright, sky blue, and he’s tall and muscular. His skin is pale, but it’s been tanned from working in the sun with his wife. He just wears the usual uniform, but sometimes wears a hair clip or badge personally made by his daughter, Lily. 

Summary: Kayne came from a very wealthy and prestigious family that’s serious about fencing. Because of that, he was able to get the best tutors and managed to become one of the best fencers in the area. Eventually, he joined the Clubs Academy and met Floria. They fell in love and became known as the cutest couple or power couple of the schools. People say that high school sweethearts never work out, but that’s not the case for Kayne and Floria. They got married and even adopted a kid! Kayne is usually quiet but is a real sweetheart, always writing little letters to his wife and daughter. They’re all he talks about, whether it’s at the Clubs Headquarters or at the animal rescue centers Kayne and his wife volunteers at. 

Crystal Mare: The Timid and Shy Two of Clubs

Age: 23 and a half 

Pairing: Zero 

Description: Unlike her older sister, Jewel Mare, Crystal isn’t as fixated on her looks. Although her family is a renown family of jewelers, and although they’re considered the nobility of the Clubs, Crystal was never that fond of jewels. With pale, easily sunburned skin, jet black hair that rests by her hips, and her bluebelle eyes, she doesn’t look a thing like her family. The only thing that might be able to tie her together with them would be her tall and slender frame, perfect for modeling. She prefers to dress down rather than dress up, and her style can be considered ‘old-fashioned granny’ in a bad way. Mei’s been begging her to dress in clothes other than long skirts and ugly sweaters, but she refuses. 

Summary: Despite her filthy rich family, Crystal never liked the luxuries. She was known as the black sheep of the family, and all the attention usually goes to her elder sister. When Crystal decided to join the humble military, her family practically disowned her right then and there. She isn’t in touch with them anymore, but does occasionally exchange letters with Jewel. As long as Crystal doesn’t take the spot of ‘Most Beautiful Girl in Lullaby’, Jewel is neutral with her. Because of always hiding in the shadows during fancy aristocratic banquets, Crystal developed a shy and timid personality. She prefers to avoid violence, so she uses non-lethal bullets when sniping. 

Dynite Spark: The Chaotic Explosives Expert and Ace of Clubs

Age: 27

Pairing: Solaria Star 

Description: Tall at 6’2” and slightly muscular with tanned skin and bright blue eyes. He has messy orange and blonde hair. He wears pretty basic clothes that are always charred around the sleeves from his experiments and explosions. 

Summary: He used to be a fire and dark elemental but his magic was extracted when he couldn’t control it, now it is used in his guns and explosives. He kept his pyromaniac personality. Very blunt and straightforward, he is a loudmouth and an extrovert and will always say what’s on his mind even if it would offend others. Very honest, probably can’t keep a secret. People naturally flock to him because of his carefree personality, but he can be a true gentleman when he has to. He is very chaotic and passionate about his job. Is a huge daredevil, if you dare him to race down the stairs, he will jump out the window. One of the only non magic users to have a familiar. 

[geekeryandsentiment]

I remember you telling us, you know quite a bit about all the kiddo’s rooms. Can you describe them for us? And why did Liz wanna rearrange her room? (as mentioned in the silent treatment) Also, You had mentioned chalkboard paint once, and I found that idea so cool😍

Hey there! You send this in about four years ago and I just didn’t have the time to answer when you sent it in and then idk, I just got lazy and let it sit in my inbox for a while...however, here’s your answer, sorry about that. This one is below the cut and I’m warning you it’s loooooong. Sorry lol, I got a lot carried away. I hope it was worth the wait lol. Sorry again.

Before I forget...Lizzie just wanted to rearrange things. Sometimes moving the direction the furniture is facing can help spice things up a bit. If i remember correctly she was 11/12ish during the silent treatment and around that age Arthur pulled out his old desk from storage and put it in her room, so possibly she thought of a better way to rearrange her furniture to put that desk in the place she wanted it? 

Liam’s room is like his happy space. There is no theme or reason to anything. It’s all completely random. He’s still got posters and trinkets from his first year attending school and even before that. Alby’s art is plastered on his walls and he has old birthday cards and little notes that he and Alex used to pass back and forth in lessons tacked up on his walls as well. He has repainted it 4ish times since he was eleven and his parents repainted one of the other rooms (the one that would eventually become Alby’s room) and he decided it looked fun and wanted to try it. One time, when he was sixteen, he endured his room being pink for almost three months over the summer because Elizabeth dared him to do it when he was discussing possible color changes and he didn’t have anything else to do that next day (and has absolutely nothing against the color pink) so decided to take everything off his walls and paint them pink just to show her that he would. His room is currently green and the wall that had chalkboard paint on it is accented a darker brown (the green did NOT properly cover up the chalkboard with only two coats and he didn’t have any more green so he had to improvise). For several years he had a whole wall of chalkboard paint (the around his door) and he and Alex were entertained by that for many many hours in their preteen years. He is the only one of the kiddos to have a TV in his room. He didn’t get it until he was thirteen and he had to practically trade away his soul to convince Waverly to allow it, but he and Alex also had a lot of fun playing video games on that throughout the years. He has Theo’s old room, and Theo is very crafty with his hands. When he was younger he installed bookcases into the same wall his two windows are on, so William has bookcases surrounding his two windows that go from his ceiling to his floor. They are covered in books, some of which he will never read but owns anyway simply because he likes the cover and think they look cool. The other furniture in his room doesn’t match all all. Like at all. For the most part that is because he has broken a lot of the pieces that used to match and instead of doing what Waverly wanted to do and reordering the pieces or even picking something that matches the remaining stuff, Liam just picked out things he liked as replacements, even if they clashed with the other things in his room already.

Alex’s room is a bit more themed and put together, but it’s also always messy. It’s not dirty. It’s regularly cleaned and he makes his bed every morning (and if he dared leave food wrappers or any food in his room Waverly would have his head) but it’s cluttered most of the time. He doesn’t really mind if things are on the floor or if his desk is stacked three feet high with different files and textbooks and Lord knows what else. He knows where everything is. He manages to stay ahead with his schoolwork and keep everything straight, so Arthur and Waverly don’t hound him too often to make sure his room is as neat as they would like. His room is pretty typical. It’s painted a dark, navy blue and he has a whole lot of red (his curtains and bed sheets) and grey (his comforter and bean bag) accents. He does have a giant beanbag in the back corner behind his bed that Alby loves to fall asleep in sometimes, though. His bedroom used to belong to Beatrice when she lived in the palace when Arthur was younger, but her pink walls were painted over when he was about one years old and Arthur and Waverly decided to stick him in the room beside William’s. It’s nothing too fancy. William’s room is definitely far more interesting with the built in bookshelves (and wait until you hear about Lizzie’s room...🤭) but it’s his home. That’s his safe space. When he feels like the whole world is against him, the only place he wants to be besides maybe on his piano bench, is his own bedroom. 

Elizabeth’s room has changed colors a few times throughout the years too, but it’s stayed purple, just different shades. Her room is across the hall from Liam and Alex’s and on the same side of the quarters as the sitting room, meaning her windows overlook the palace gardens. She has a large, three window set up with a small cushioned seating area that extends out from the wall a little bit. When she was younger she had a few cushions and a mattress pad there and her and Alex would have sleepovers in her room all the time. They would look up at the stars and she would try to point out constellations. Now, that mattress pad is used every once in a while for Alby if he wants to spend the night in her room, but more often it’s tucked away and she just uses the area to sit on her laptop or read. In the corner she has a large corner desk with a desktop computer with two monitors. She doesn’t have a TV, and she doesn’t really need one because she has a pretty sweet set up there. Her desk belonged to Arthur when he was younger (no, none of the children are in his old bedroom. Too many unhappy memories. That’s used as a guest bedroom now, and only if there are too many guest to fill up the other two rooms) and still has his initials carved into the corner from when he got bored and engraved them one day when he was about twelve with an old key he found. Her room is more themed than Liam’s, her furniture matches, even Arthur’s desk fits in really well with the other black pieces, but there isn’t really a color scheme or anything. Lizzie doesn’t really care about that. She just fills it with things she likes. Oh, she also has a blacklight in her room and an epic solar system hanging from her ceiling as well as markers that she can draw all over that massive window with. When she was home full time it used to be schedules and count downs until special dates and to do lists. Now it’s not quite as busy as it used to be and more often than not the windows can actually be seen out of because they aren’t covered in marker...but every once in a while she’ll feel a sudden urge to draw on them again and fill them with chemistry or math or biology...or even music. 

Alby’s room is stand alone and surprisingly the farthest away from Arthur and Waverly’s because he was born last. He is on the same side of the hall as Lizzie, but he does not have the room connected to hers. He’s actually one more down. ((Oh, this is actually relevant so let me talk about it for a moment...The room that is connected to Lizzie’s is currently used as a lab or sorts for her. She has all kinds of old technology in it that she tinkers with a lot, it’s pretty empty and none of the others are jealous that she has the extra room or anything. They do call it Lizzie’s “lab” though sometimes, and there is a proper key to it that she has and she regularly locks it when she doesn’t want Alby to go in and touch anything she’s working on.)) His room is still really kid-ish. He has toys and a little chair that hangs from his ceiling that he can sit in when he reads. His room doesn’t have the same bay window that Lizzie’s does. He doesn’t spend a lot of time in his room. He’s almost always in one of his siblings’ rooms or he’s lugged a handful of toys down to the sitting room/Arthur’s study/wherever someone else is to sit and quietly play near them. He doesn’t really like to be alone, and his room reflects that. There isn’t a lot of personalized things in his room, instead he likes to leave an impression on the other rooms of the house (leaving drawings on the walls in Liam’s room, pictures on Lizzie’s windows when she lets him use her markers, and leaving stuffed animals and small toys on the shelf where Alex’s stuffed crocodile spends his lonely days now that he’s a teenager and he doesn’t play with him anymore). No one seems to mind, in fact, William regularly tells him when he’s away at school that he wants a whole new set of pictures hanging in his room for him when he gets home to help keep the baby busy. Alby has his own shelf full of books that has slowly started to overflow as his siblings slowly hand the boy more and more books to read. His favorite toy when he was younger, and to this day, is trains. He looooooves trains. So if his room has any theme in the chaos it’s definitely trains. He has those stickers on his walls of little cartoon trains and he almost always has some giant town built with the little wooden train sets across the back half of his room on the floor. His parents gave up trying to make him clean those up every night a long time ago. Some battles just aren’t worth fighting, especially when one little town of his creation could keep him occupied for days. 

I don’t know if you meant Elaina too but you’re going to get her because I’m on a roll at this point, lol. Elaina’s room is...well kind of boring. And she hasn’t had too much freedom to change anything either which kind of stinks. She has Brielle’s old room and it is exactly how you would expect a princess’s room to look. Light baby pink walls. Her furniture is white. It’s adorable. She HATES it. I mean, I shouldn’t say it like that, it’s her room and she likes it because it’s her space. But she doesn’t like how it looks. She doesn’t really like how it looks like a nursery (because it kind of does) but her parents aren’t really feeling the whole re-painting thing and her furniture belonged to her grandmother and so it’s staying in the family and she can’t get rid of that either. She really loves all three of the English kids’ rooms. They all are a little darker and the paint and the colors are cooler and not as bright and blinding as her pink and white. She is just a touch jealous that despite Arthur and Waverly’s dictaror-ish tendencies, they let their kids decorate their rooms how they want. She’s an artist, as you all know and she loves to sketch and paint and draw. At one point when she was about 11 or 12, I forget exactly but it’s written so perhaps I could share it one day, she used a sketching pencil to draw this really pretty floral design down the side of her nightstand and her parents saw it and lost their shit (old family antiques are not for drawing on, Elaina. You know better!). She hasn’t dared try to do that again, but she’s also always wanted to get all new white furniture and paint over it and cover it in her own drawings. One day she promises herself that she will. In the meantime, she has one single poorly shaded drawing on her nightstand that she managed to convince her parents to let her keep and not erase. 

That was a LOT. However...sprinkled in there is a few really relevant pieces of information. The story arch I am currently working on directly involves some of this information and you know how my brain is...I can’t think of anything without figuring it out for everyone...so you’ll see some of this brought up in the actual story again too, eventually. 

[sixofbastards]

Reminiscent

(The background info NOT from the book is purely my own thoughts. Their backstories do not change. But I wanted my sad kids to have a little bit of a happy childhood.)

Word count: 1,839

Kaz Brekker never talked about his life when he was a child on a farm. He had a reputation to uphold. You don’t earn the title ‘Bastard of the Barrel’ by growing up on a farm in the countryside. Not to mention that bringing up his childhood meant his whole childhood, and nobody was good enough to know about Jordie.

Kaz and his friends (something that he only referred to them as in his mind) had started drinking after a grueling day of work. They’d gathered in Kaz’s study in The Slat, everyone’s voices soft and liquid from the alcohol. Nina had curled against Matthias on the sofa and closed her eyes. Wylan was attempting to teach Jesper some notes on the flute by the fire as Kuwei watched on. Inej was seated on the floor in front of the couch, flipping through a book. All in all, a much more preferred night than sitting alone in a dark room by himself.

A particularly shrill tweet from the flute startled everyone, and Jesper set the instrument on the floor. Embarrassment had seeped into his body as everyone chuckled at him.

“We should do something more than this,” the dark skinned boy said.

“And what exactly would you suggest,” Nina asked, her voice slurring with drowsiness.

“We could get to know each other. Sure, we’ve been through a heist together, but I would have no clue what any of your favorite colors are. I could take a guess but that wouldn’t make for a very fun birthday present.”

The air was tension filled and silent. Kaz took a slow sip of his drink, the sloshing of ice seemed to break the shared revelry in the room. His gloved fingers tapped a silent rhythm on his large stuffed chair.

“Well if nobody will go first, I suppose I’ll make the sacrifice,” Nina said as she righted herself from Matthias’s side.

Nina began talking about her earliest memory. She was lying on a wooden floor near a dim fireplace. There were fur blankets around her. Her eyes were on the ceiling, and a woman came into her view. The woman was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. The woman’s hair was a deep burgundy in the firelight, and she wore a dazzling green dress. Her eyes were shining with happiness. The woman picked Nina up in her arms and the memory ended.

“Oh, and my favorite color is blue.”

It seemed that silence was a shadowy creature that was waiting on its haunches, leaping whenever voices fell flat.

“You wear a lot of red for someone whose favorite color is blue,” Jesper joked.

“Red is a good color on me, but there’s something about blue.”

“Spare is the details of looking into Matthias’s eyes for seven hours, Nina,” Inej interjected. She admitted to herself that alcohol made her filter disappear, and she could keep up with the jokes that everyone told.

Jesper gave a whoop and Nina laughed. Wylan held his hand up for a smack, and Inej reciprocated. Matthias turned pink.

“I’ll go next,” the gruff Fjerdan said, trying to derail the situation.

Matthias’s story was bittersweet, with memories of his mother and sister. He detailed what it was like to live with the two women. When Matthias was nudged into the army, he remembered feeling that his little sister was becoming more and more like his mother everyday. Then his memory took a darker turn as he began to describe those first few years training to be a drüskelle. At this point, Nina had begun to rub his back in comforting circles.

“Thank you for sharing, Matthias. I could never understand what it was like for you, but it must be hard to talk about it at all,” Inej said quietly, passing the bottle of alcohol over to Matthias. He poured himself another drink and inclined his head in acknowledgement. His final statement of the night was that his favorite color was red.

“I’ll go next,” Inej said, steeling herself to think back to her childhood.

It wasn’t hard for the Suli girl to talk with a whimsical air when she regaled the group with tales of her life as an acrobat. It surprised no one that this was where she had gotten her incredible talents of scaling and sneaking. She told of her mother and her father, her cousins and the family she had from her traveling troop. She stopped herself before she got to the part where she ended up in Ketterdam. It was... something she thought of too often already. Her favorite color was purple.

Jesper went then. He told the group about trailing through the fields, leeching the jurda of its color. They all smiled at his recollection of his mother and her caring nature. They’d all met his father, so they knew what Colm was like, and Jesper said he hadn’t changed much from his childhood. Jesper’s favorite color was orange.

Wylan was next. Everyone knew his life pretty much. Heir to a rich man turned black sheep. What they didn’t know was how much he loved art, music, and acting. He recalled, before his father learned of his disability, that the family would go out and visit the local theatre to watch the plays. He also loved the color gray.

There was a sweetness in the air, longing for a mother’s embrace that would never again come. Jesper brought Wylan to his chest, burying his face in copper curls. Everyone gave a moment of respect, as they had done for the other stories.

Kuwei went last. He mostly talked about his father, the types of experiments he was involved with. There were brief details of his mother, someone he barely remembered now. He missed Shu Han, but was happier here with everyone else. His favorite color was green.

“Kaz? Do you have anything to add? Is it possible that you didn’t crawl from a dank alleyway and onto the front steps of the Slat?”

Nina’s question was gentle, a slight hint of joking to her voice. No matter how many times they crew had asked about Kaz’s background, he had a way of dodging the question. Always something about being a street rat or the like. But maybe now after everyone has shared? Of those in the room, they were the only ones the others could trust with information like this.

Kaz sipped his drink slowly, looking into the fire blankly. Was he really considering telling them? Not about Jordie, but...

Minutes passed, and Jesper finally opened his mouth to make a joke when Kaz spoke up.

“I was born on a farm in the Kerch countryside.”

Time seemed to stop. Nobody seemed to be breathing. Kaz’s heart plummeted to the floor and he gulped down another mouthful of his drink.

“It was a small farm. I don’t remember what our crop was, if we even had one. We had chickens.”

Kaz knew that this wasn’t nearly as detailed as the others. But after Jordie, he had forgotten most of his past.

“My mother baked fresh bread every day and I remember putting so much butter on it that it would make me sick. My brother-“

Kaz stopped, swallowing thickly. A flood of memories had come back now that he’d opened his mind to them.

“My brother and I went down to this creek every day and tried to fish. It wasn’t even ten feet wide, and it was about knee deep so there weren’t any fish. My brother always said that we were practicing for our trip to the ocean. We never went to the ocean, but I admired him so much I didn’t care.”

Once Kaz began talking, he couldn’t stop. There was something so freeing about being able to talk about his old family with his new family.

“I woke up every morning to the chickens clucking and I would feed them.”

The group’s surprise turned into awe when, as Kaz continued to talk, a genuine smile came over his face. It softened his features and was unrestrained. There was a dimple in his left cheek that had probably been hidden since whatever had been done to turn him into who he was now.

Kaz snapped his mouth shut, his teeth clicking together. He threw back the rest of his drink, running his tongue over his lips. The famed Bastard of the Barrel stood then, his cane clutched in his hand.

“It appears we’ve run out of drink. I’ll go get more.”

And so Kaz left, trekking down the stairs, thoughts swirling in his head.

Back in Kaz’s study, the group was silent. The fire popped, and Nina jumped.

“So I guess I wasn’t crazy that when I met Kaz, I thought he had an accent.”

Everyone looked to Jesper, varying emotions rolling over their faces. Inej in particular looked very interested.

“What did he sound like,” Nina asked.

Jesper shrugged and attempted a Kerch accent with a slight drawl. Nina burst into giggles, with Wylan following. Inej briefly smiled, and Matthias looked extremely pensive.

“I do have to wonder how a farm boy ended up in Ketterdam though. When did he come here?”

Wylan’s question sent the group into their own heads. What did make Kaz’s family decide to come to Ketterdam. Or did his family stay on the farm, and only Kaz came to Ketterdam.

“We shouldn’t pry anymore. It took a lot of courage for him to say those things, and we should respect that,” Inej said quietly. The group of teens all silently agreed.

When Kaz came back, the group was spewing jokes about something Jesper had said while he was gone. He settled back into his chair, and Inej got up from her place on the floor to pass the bottle around. Instead of going back, however, she settled herself on the arm of his chair.

The night went on much the same, drinks and stories being shared. Kaz didn’t talk for the rest of the night, but he no longer felt such the usual heaviness on his shoulders. He felt free. Not completely, mind you, but free enough that he knew he could truly trust the people in this room.

Matthias had been sending Kaz some meaningful looks since he’d returned. Kaz knew what they meant, and he appreciated Matthias a little bit more.

“Oh, Kaz, you never told us your favorite color,” Jesper said.

Everyone kept quiet as Kaz contemplated his answer. Nobody had ever asked him that before. He looked to Inej, then the rest of the group.

“My favorite color is black.”

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About my Apprentice

BASICS

Name: Atlas

Birthday: April 17

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Gay

Favorite flower: Tiger Lily

Favorite food: Crab cakes

Favorite drink: Absinthe

Love Interest: Muriel

This lovely art below is by @fantasmagorias​ and Atlas is the one in the back row on the right :) 

(Literally everything else under the cut. I just didn’t want people who don’t care about my Arcana stuff to have to scroll through all of... that ⇩)

APPEARANCE/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Height: 6’2”

Body type/build: He’s thin, lanky, and muscular. Think Julian but a little bit more toned muscle, less dorito and more hourglass and instead of a pancake butt, he thicc

Skin: He’s white, but not pale. He has no special birthmarks/scars or beauty marks. Just a gangly white boy who’s become a little bronzed from living in sunny Vesuvia.

Hair: He has light golden blonde hair (lighter than Lucio’s by quite a bit, but not platinum). On one side of his head his hair swoops over like Julian’s, but the other side is shaven save for 3 braids that run around to the back of his neck. (My friend @fantasmagorias drew Atlas perfectly, including his complex hairdo. It was like he literally jumped from my brain to hers. I’ll attach that at the bottom of this post!)

Eyes: He has bright white eyes. I strongly agree with the theory I heard that each character in the Arcana’s eyes match their patron Arcana. Atlas’ is the fool, so he has white eyes like Scout!

Distinguishing features: He has very defined cheekbones, a sharp jawline and what I can best describe as curious brows. He’s definitely got a fun, mischievous look to him. Even when his face is in its resting state, he looks like he’s smirking and always has an adventurous glint in his eyes. When he smiles you can’t help but smile too, as his smile is very bright and nearly always genuine.

Clothing: Atlas makes most of his own clothes, and if he isn’t wearing something handmade, he’s wearing something Asra or Nadia got him. He’s always dressed very funky and in bright colours, like orange, blue, purple, and green. 

Default outfit -  Tits out Vesuvia! He wears a loose white tunic with brassy buttons that clasp at the waist, leaving most of his chest exposed, and a blue and purple paisley patterned scarf that no one has seem him leave the shop without. Over his top, her wears a sleeveless cardigan that drapes just below his booty that is a deep, bright royal purple with bright orange and gold embroidery. He wears high waisted pants that were originally white, but are now a light tan/beige, decorated with darker beige markings and small white beads. Around his lower waist his shirt is kept shut (so that only his tiddies are showing and not his entire front because wow what a sin that would be) by a light green sash that was “artiscally” stained with light orange and blue markings. He wears tall tattered light brown boots with tassels/fringe on them.

Travelling outfit - He romances Muriel, so his travelling outfit includes a thick cloak that was gifted to him from Nadia and a colourful blue and purple paisley patterned scarf Asra gifted him. (The cloak looks exactly like Muriel’s except the fur is bright white and rather than being lined green it is lined the same colour of blue as his scarf). He wears the same silly, tattered brown boots he always does.

Masquerade outfit - Atlas wears a wolf mask at the masquerade (this plays both into the fact that Muriel’s familiar is a wolf and the fact that the fool is most commonly represented by/with a dog). His mask is white and glittery, adorned with pearls from the waters of Prakra. He wears a long, multi-layered, flowy, deep blue skirt with gems decorating the silky inner fabric of the skirt. It looks like the night sky when light reflects off of it and moves like calm water. His top is a loose white silk that covers his back and abdomen and tucks seamlessly into his skirt and is belted with a gold sash. His arms, shoulders and neck are adorned in gold, a pattern similar to that of Asra’s masquerade outfit’s gold accents, except the gold pattern travels all the way from his shoulders to his wrists, where it is clasped in place by thick gold wristicuffs that each have a single large pearl in the center. He wears a thick gold choker around his neck that looks exactly like the wrist cuffs except neck-sized (lol). When he attends the masquerade he has his makeup done by Natiqa, who opted for a simple look with dramatic gold eyeliner and some highlight. 

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS

Personality: Atlas is very straightforward and not afraid to speak his mind, he is constantly making silly quips and jokes; he loves making others laugh. He has what I call a “hero complex”; essentially he loves protecting and saving people. Anyone he can’t save he blames himself for. He blames himself for both Morga and Khamgalai’s death, but because of his positive attitude and his habit of pushing anything negative deep down inside him and his need to not let anyone around him feel down, he doesn’t tell anyone. 

He romances Muriel, and in his route he’s very loud and obnoxious. Muriel hated him at first, but slowly, because of Atlas’ high energy and positivity, Muriel came out of his shell quite a bit and grew to love Atlas.

But, Atlas is not always loud and high energy. He gets lost in his thoughts often and becomes quite serious, especially after being in a tough or scary situation, even though when he was in the situation, he was making jokes and laughing through his stress. (He very much so relieves his anxieties through comedy).

He very rarely gets angry, but when he does it’s terrifying. He becomes a raging inferno that nothing and no one can stop from raging on. This is because he pushes his self-hatred so far down that he’s an emotional bomb just waiting to go off.

Likes: Being a hero

Dislikes: Failure

Fears: Losing loved ones

Habits: He will throw himself headfirst into danger without thinking if he sees someone who needs help.

TRIVIA

I keep my ocs as canon as I possibly can, that’s why Atlas has no last name. He has no idea who his family is or where he’s from. The only thing he does know about his past is that he died of the plague and that he had a mysterious aunt who he’s pretty sure has died. Pretty much, anything Asra doesn’t know, Atlas doesn’t.

As far as bonus (lemon) 😏😏 material, Atlas is a vers switch. When he’s subbing he loves being tied up and edged to the point of tears leaking from his eyes. Like Asra, he very much so enjoys delayed gratification during sex. When he’s topping, he’s a soft domme and consistently checks to make sure his partner is doing okay. But he is not gentle. He likes to hear his partner scream, being vocal turns him on *so much.*

Tagging a few Arcana sluts: @vesuviannights​ @queenofeden​ @16reapergrell66​ @fantasmagorias​ @superlemonsweet​ @kidlightnings​ @athousandstarstodreamon​ @llyrel​ @dd-d--dd-d​ @lemon-trap​ @devofuck​ @thesanguinerose​ @candygirl3473​