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These equerries bro 😩

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Doodle in between commisions kiss kiss

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[bones4thecats]

How Did They Meet Their Genie! S/O?

Type of Writing: #10 - Poll Result Characters: Rollo Flamme and Baul Zigvolt Name: How Did They Meet Their Genie! S/O? Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: I have rarely, if ever, written for these characters, so they may end up being slightly OOC. Sadly, I had no ideas for Fellow Honest- the guy is hard to write something like this for without it being severely OOC. I also could come up with no ideas for Kifaji, since I couldn't find much information on him, I'm sorry for that. But, do hope you enjoy this my lil bubbles🫧

P.S: The Reader is inspired by a mixture of the original story Genie, Aladdin's Genie, the Live-Action Genie and Jafar's Genie form

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⛪ Rollo was not amused when he learned some students from Night Raven were arriving at Noble Bell College for the yearly festival. And he was far from happy when he gained knowledge that their two strongest students were coming as well

⛪ That being the Prince, and future heir to the thrown, of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia, and one of the most powerful fae magicians in the world, one considered to be a genie, Y/N L/N

⛪ He stood alongside his secretary and right-hand as the group of magic-users approached, and he caught sight of the supposed genie flying around and messing with a spikey green-haired boy

⛪ Grabbing his handkerchief, he pushed the piece of purple cloth in front of his frowning face, making the two faes cock eyebrows at his actions

⛪ But, it seemed the Prince brushed it off faster than the other fae, as they kept a close eye on him throughout their small tour of the grounds. They also seemed to stay close to a black-haired boy, which he later learned was named Jamil Viper

⛪ Now, normally Rollo did not go out of his way for these magic-users whenever they came by at his school, but for some reason he felt drawn to you more than anything

⛪ He had began to actually speak to you before he realized it. He had asked you about your time at NRC and what your relationship was with the magicless human, despite your fairly obvious hostility to him

" Y/N, I am not quite sure I understand why you are so tense around Sir Flamme. Could you explain the reasoning behind it? "

⛪ Looking at Malleus, you sighed and played with a small blue figurine that you had been gifted by your guardians long ago, and you just handed him a red one as he looked at you with questioning eyes

" I have been told this story for many years, Mal. And it goes like this; Long ago, a young boy fell for a beautiful princess. But, due to their differences in rankings, they could not be together, and seeing the opportunity to gain some better status and power, her father's helper had seen complete red when the man began using a special power to seduce the princess. " " What was this power? " " A magic user. Back then, they were very rare. And very sought-out by men and women alike. Now, once he had gotten a hold of the magic-user, he had begun to trick the princess that he was a prince, in order to win her heart. "

⛪ Rollo stood behind the pillar, wondering on what in Twisted Wonderland you were speaking about? Was this some story from the Scaling Sands that he had not read about?

" What did the King's helper do about the swindler's treachery? " " The only thing he knew how to do; report it once found out. And, once he notified the Sultan, the man was found and handed about, though nobody knows for certain what happened to him. Most likely death. But, for his accomplishment in saving the princess, he was granted a magical lamp, and he used the powers to become Sultan. " " How impressive. Are these figures them? " " They're a form of the story. In there, the Sultan's helper was the enemy and had thrown the princess and Sultan into servitude like he was stuck in. And this blue one that I am holding was the 'good genie' who had been helping the swindler out. "

⛪ Gripping his handkerchief tighter inside his pocket, Rollo began to stroll away, not sparing any thought of you and the Prince of Briar Valley being outside past hours in the field speaking of nonsense

⛪ Once he reached his room, Rollo slammed the door shut as softly as he possibly could before looking around his room in a frenzy. Why did he want to pull that Dragon Fae away from you and escourt you to your room at that moment?

⛪ No matter, he needed to focus on his plan. And nothing, not even someone like you, would be able to change his mind...

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🐊 Ever since the war began, there have been many fae and humans alike falling to their shared enemy. Unfortunately, as of late, the humans have been gaining the upper-hand

🐊 This action was leading the Draconia family to improvise by sending in some fae from outside of Briar Valley, and there was a new group of them being added this week

🐊 And these fae were all from the Scaling Sands, a land inhabited by humans, though they chose no side during the war, due to being farther away and thriving on their own without any greed of land catching their minds

🐊 You had dressed in your get-go, that being a dragon's, and set your sights on collaborating your battalion's style of fighting with General Lilia's

🐊 Baul wasn't able to take a simple rest when he heard that you were going to be alone with their leader

🐊 He wanted to trust you, really he did, but you lived somewhere full of humans, you may end up betraying them if you caught sight of someone that you possibly knew

🐊 So, grabbing his mask and uniform, he slapped it on quickly before heading out and hiding behind a tree, concealing his presence from both you and Lilia

🐊 Once he reached where you both resided, he watched with a stink-eye similar to that of a sniper trying to take down one of the most dangerous people in history with one bullet left

" Commander Y/N, if I may ask, how have you lived alongside those humans, those mortals, for so long without an issue? " " It's quite simple, General Vanrouge. I have had many connections to the higher-ups in their society. One being a being from a long time ago, maybe hundreds of years? Huh, my memory of time seemingly has gone down, I apologize. "

🐊 Speaking so formally yet freely was something that Baul had never heard about happening with the General of the Fae army before, how remarkable

🐊 Wait- what was he thinking?! You were a possible enemy! He has to stay focused!

" Do you perhaps remember this being by any chance? " " Ah yes I do. Quite well, actually. I may not remember just how long ago it has been, but I do remember the man with precision. " " Would you mind telling me about this mystery man? " " Of course not. "

🐊 Taking a breath, Baul watched as your hand sputtered out some blue flickers, which forms into smokes and into small figures, one being teal, another being white, then red, blue, orange, purple, and a final resting light tan

" This one, is a woman, a princess from hundreds of years ago. And the small white one was her father, the Sultana and the Sultan. This blue character is a magic-user from way-back-when, our light tan in a swindler, and our red is our main character of this beloved legend and story mashup. Now, the young swindler had come across this magic-user, and he asked if they could put themselves to good use and help him try to sway the princess into a relationship. And, due to magic being a more rarity back then, nobody had suspected anything tricky taking place. Until the red one here, a man now known as the Sorcerer of the Sands, found out about the plot. "

🐊 Sitting up slightly as his shoulders sank down in a relaxed position, Baul found himself listening to the story with just as much attention as he gave to glaring at you from behind

" The Sorcerer of the Sands had eventually gotten enough information and turned the swindler in, leading in the arrest of the young man and eventual fate, one in which nobody knows, though, many believe he was executed for the crime of seducing the princess and plotting both overthrowing the Sultan, basically usurping the thrown, and treason. Now, while the swindler got punished for his actions, the respected-Sorcerer had stood proudly against the Sultan and was granted the object known as a 'magic lamp'. With this lamp, he made the wish to become Sultan. Now, while this story's final ending is shrouded in mystery, some suspect that the swindler broke out and stopped the Vizier from attempting to kill the royal family, while in some the Vizier married the princess and lived happily ever after, and in some others the Vizier had just ruled the land and kept it balanced until his death years later. "

🐊 Baul listened as Lilia sighed deeply, seemingly releasing some stress at hearing the story end fairly happily for the seemingly good-natured Vizier and the ill-intentioned swindler

🐊 Lilia turned to you and patted you on the shoulder as he stood up, shocking one of his right-hands with his words

" You are a good person, Y/N. I expect good things from you, yes? " " You shouldn't expect any less than that, General. " " Have a nice rest, Commander. Good night. " " I wish you the same, sir! "

🐊 Okay, you didn't seem so bad now. But just because you got Lilia to somewhat show trust in you, a Zigvolt is far harder to please, well, that's what he now tells your grand-children, but you get the point

[bluemoonwolf17]

Lucifer damn! I have gone down a rabbit hole of DP x DC Au's, and no. I'm not mad about this! (OK, that's a tiny lie. I have three docs of TFP fandom that I need to finish) But anyway, I've had this idea, and yes, imma type it out since I have nothin' better to do anyway.

Also, this was loosely inspired by this amazin' writer Space-Dreams-World

And this is the thin' that inspired my dumbass to write Here!

Oh, and before I forget, I don't precisely remember how the comics go, so I'll probably just pull stuff outta my ass and call it a day (But hey, that's what Au's are for), but if it bothers you sorry, there's waaaay too much Batman lore and don't get me started on the Re-boots!

(I hope I didn't butcher your original idea too much, but I did say your writings loosely inspired this!)

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Danny, after comin' out to his parents that he's Phantom, didn't go too hot, but hey! he has multiple plans! He just didn't want to use this one...After all, who wants to live in a new dimension? He's also glad that he waited until he turned twenty-one so that he could actually leave.

Thanks to Sam siphonin' money outta her parent's money for him for years and Tucker makin' a new identity for him, a bonus is that if he went to a different dimension, it still worked!

In the end, it's better than bein' on a table in the GIW labs after his Mom turned him to said government, But it's actually not that bad. He met a cool guy named Thomas Wayne, who is really chill (Also not bad-lookin). He's been In this world for probably three years now.

He met Thomas a couple of months after he dropped into this world and set up his new name, Daniel (Danny) Nightingale. He even met his wife, Martha Wayne, And he moved into their place two years ago after he had a break-in. And it's been goin' great at this point. He's probably bein' healed hostage by both Waynes and Alfred. He's cool with it, tho!

They were even cool with him bein' a half-ghost and the King of the infinite realms, and why they found out? It was Skulker's fault. I mean, come on, who comes in at dinner and claims that he wants your pelt on his wall...Oh, wait! Skullker did. Yeah, it wasn't fun explainin' that it's just how he greets Danny after all these years and that he just wanted to have a friendly spar.

Then, one day, the Waynes learned somethin' that broke Danny's heart. Martha and Thomas were havin' a hard time gettin' pregnant they later learned that it was because Thomas was infertile.

One day, Both Martha and Thomas asked him a favor. They asked if he would be okay with helpin' them get pregnant. He's not gonna lie. It was a shocker, but he understands that he does look like Thomas a bit, and people have even called them brothers.

It also helped him out when he told them that he didn't mind helpin' them out, and since they were on the topic, he said to them that he had a little crush on both of them. They both blushed red as a tomato and told him they felt the same. They didn't really understand how it worked.

Yes, he did explain that more than one person could be in a relationship that it was called Polyamory and that he has experience with it. He dated a girl and a guy simultaneously before leaving his universe, and it worked out in the end. He started to date both of the Waynes, and Martha got pregnant with a baby boy!

All three of them were over the moon with that news, and after baby Bruce was born, both Thomas and Martha decided that he was a Wayne now, so officially, he's now Danny Nightingale-Wayne, but to outsiders, he's still just Nightingale.

Even then, the only person who knows is Alfred. When Bruce was learnin' to talk and ended up callin' him Da, he told them he was fine just bein' Bruce's Godfather or uncle. That didn't go well, so Danny is Pa, and Thomas is Dad.

Bruce didn't understand why he couldn't call Danny Pa out in public or around friends until Danny sat him down and explained that it was a secret that he was his Pa and to the world, he was just his Godfather and if anyone knew that he's was his Pa it could be bad for the family.

After the talk, Danny somewhat made a game out of it that Bruce was a super secret spy and that it was his job to protect the family (I haven't really thought of this, but I thought it would be cute) And Bruce did keep it a secret until his Mom and Dad where killed.

Danny was supposed to go with them to the movies until the Observants demanded that he return to the infinite realms for a council meetin'. While Danny was tryin' not to freeze every observant in the room for bein' straight up annoyin', he heard Bruce scream for his Mom and Dad. He then listened to his pained hiccups for his Pa to come and help them.

Danny froze. The room he was in got much colder as his core demanded him to protect his son, and he was also cryin' for his lover's death. Ice shards spread out in the room, makin' the occupants yell out in shock at what their King had done. Danny then stood up, and with a protective/pained growl, he tore open a portal and went to his son, leavin' the room in chaos.

He couldn't stop the pained whimpers from his mouth when he got there. His son, his little Galaxy, was cryin' over his parent's bodies. Danny's brightest Nebulas, his lifeline after he left his old home, was dead. Without a second thought, Danny de-transformed and quickly grabbed Bruce and held him close.

Bruce quickly grabbed onto his Pa and bawled his eyes out, sayin' how he was sorry that he couldn't save them, how he tried to protect them, how his shield failed, and that he couldn't heal them as Danny taught him.

(I think Bruce, while not bein' as ghostly as Danny, still could do more than the average liminal could. He would have a small ghost core. So he could technically make shields, and I like to think that Danny learned how to push his rapid healin' onto others and started to teach Bruce when he started to show signs of bein' a bit ghostly)

Danny shushed him and told him that he tried his best and that was all that mattered while havin' tears drip down his face. That was how the police found the two Danny sittin' on his knees while huggin' the cryin' Bruce into his chest, tryin' to hide the poor boy from the world.

Most people did accuse Danny of killin' the two until Bruce screamed at them, sayin' that his Godfather loved his parents and that he would rather hurt himself than harm his parents. Alfred also spoke up, sayin' that Danny has never tried to harm the Waynes and even pushed them out of the way if anythin' harmful ever came close to the family.

They dropped the accusation a week later after the police did indeed find out that Danny was nowhere near the scene of the crime, that he was at the airport gettin' back from somewhere, and that the only reason why Danny found them was because Thomas sent him an SOS and their location. (He's grateful that Tucker taught him how to hack)

After everythin' calmed down and Danny had full custody of Bruce, he spent most of his time in the manor with Bruce and Alfred, only goin' to the realms if he absolutely had to, and he started to teach Bruce more about his ghostly side per Bruce's request.

Bruce took more to the sneaky part of the ghost side. Danny also suspected that Bruce might have a shadow core or somethin' related to darkness. Bruce did have fun. He Bruce would try and sneak up on his Pa and Alfred. Danny suspected Alfred knew when Bruce was around and tryin' to get a drop on him. It wouldn't surprise Danny if it were true.

Everythin' was as normal as could be...Until Bruce went missin', Danny almost destroyed the manor with ice. Alfred did manage to calm him down after a while. Danny was heartbroken that he couldn't find anythin' for him or Alfred, but he could tell that Bruce was fine.

About a week after Bruce disappeared, he had no choice but to go back to the infinite realms for short to long periods of time as the Obervents demanded since his son disappeared and since Danny knew that he was safe somewhere in the dimension.

Yeah, he wasn't really pleased with that demand, but then again, messin' with those floatin' eyeballs bastards is good, but messin' with them durin' a meetin'? Even better, and hey, at least he got his frustration out.

At this point, it was probably a good couple of years since Bruce disappeared, and he did have a lot of fun pissin' off the Observents durin' one of the Obervent's "informative" meetings when he felt a pull on his core. Oh? A summon? It's been ages since the last.

When he let himself get pulled toward his "summoner" (and probably pissin' off the eyeball bastards even more), he found himself in a room with a summonin' circle under him, one that he noted didn't bind him just summoned him. He looked around the room and noticed that it had windows that showed space.

Before he would let himself delve into one of his obsessions, he looked down and almost groaned out when he saw a blond man with a trench coat. Great...John Constantine, the man who sold his soul to every damn thin' in the infinite realms, has summoned him? Mann, he already has 75% of his soul.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say somethin' whitty towards the man, he felt somethin'. He felt his core try and pull him towards somethin'. Danny moved his eyes from the blondie and saw somethin' black move more into the shadows.

Danny narrowed his eyes. That action was so familiar to Danny. He then raised his hand and snapped his finger, lightin' up the room he was in with green flames. He heard some alarmed shouts and a curse from the blondie, but he paid no attention to them. His eyes were on the man in the black cowl.

The man noticeably stiffened, and a sheepish smile spread on his face. What? It couldn't be. Danny floated down to the ground and walked over to the man. He could tell that the man was fidgetin' more the closer he got to him until Danny stood before him. The man was a bit shorter than him, but then again, he was 8 feet tall in this form and 7 feet in his human one.

He could feel the emotions comin' off of him: anxiety, family, and happiness. Danny felt his eyes whidden and a lump in his throat form it was! He felt water buildin' up in the corners of his eyes. He then spoke out two words he thought he might never hear again.

"Little Galaxy?" he crocked out. The man stiffened for a second, then relaxed. "Yeah, it's me, Pa," Bruse said with a smile, his voice crackin' a little. Oh, ancients! His son! he found his son, his little Galaxy.

Danny fell to his knees, grabbed Bruce, and hugged him just like he would when Bruce was younger. Bruce quickly wrapped his arms around Danny and curled into his chest.

"Oh, my little Galaxy! Where have you been!? And why in the realms would you just disappear like that! You gave me and Mister A a heart attack!" Danny scolded.

He could feel the guilt off of Bruce in waves. "I'm sorry, Pa, I just-" Danny sighed when Bruce couldn't finish his sentence. Danny understood he wanted to get revenge for his Mom and Dad. He truly understood. After all, he tried to find the person but never could finish findin' them before the council called on him.

Danny was about to speak before a throat clearin' got his attention. He looked over to the sound and saw a woman. By the looks of it, she was an Amazonian, and right next to her was a man with an S on his chest, a Kryptonian? They looked calm, but he could see the subtle way they held themselves. They were goin' to attack if they saw him as a threat.

Danny smiled. It seemed that Bruce got himself some good friends...? that's not the correct term, so he looked a bit closer at the two. He then promptly lost his shit. His laugh startled everyone. When he finally calmed down, he turned to his son, wiggled his eyebrows, and tilted his head towards the two somewhat behind him.

Bruce coughed into his fist, and Danny would bet that he was blushing from the tip of his ears down to his neck. Subtley nodded his head. Danny snorted, then stood up and brought Bruce to his side. Yeah, he's not lettin' his son go any time soon, thank you very much! "Ahem, please forgive my rudeness." Danny tilted his head down a bit towards the two.

Blondie decided to speak up. "What in the blood hell?" Danny snorted at the man. "Ah, again, forgive. I haven't seen this kid in a while," he said to the room.

Bruce coughed into his hand. Everyone turned their heads towards him, "Justice League, If I may, this is Phantom or, as I like to call him, Pa." Danny tried not to laugh. Bruce seemed a little troublemaker even though he was all grown up.

Everyone in the room froze until the Kryptonian spoke up. "Batman, what the hell? I thought that...." he questioned, then trailed off at the end. Danny snorted Batman? Oh, he's totally bringin' that up soon, but first...

Danny put a hand to his core and fanned hurt. "Oh, the pain! My son never told his friends about me? I'm betrayed!" he floated onto his back, playin' hurt.

The woman snorted into her hand, and Bruce groaned quietly. "Oh, this makes so much sense now," Constantine muttered. While still on his back, Danny raised an eyebrow and then looked toward Bruce. The Man subtly tilted his head to show that he also had no clue what the man in the trench coat meant.

"What is the supposed to mean, Constantine?" the Amazonian woman spoke to the man.

Blondie just sighed and took a flask out of his pocket and took a large gulp, then spoke, "I thought that you could tell Bats has more... Supernatural tendencies, so it makes sense if Bats grew up around the King of ghosts." he told the League "I'm just more curious how he met him" Constantine sighed.

"How he/I met him/me? We met when I/he was born!" Danny and Bruse spoke at once.

Constantine spat his drink out. "Wait, what!?... Y'know what, never mind, So KIng Phantom knew Bat's parents then when he was born became a liminal, " Constantine muttered. Danny then righted himself and wrapped his arm around Bruce once more.

"Actually, you're wrong, Galxay here is part ghost!" Danny informed the League with a Smile, Showin' too much inhuman teeth. After some silence, the woman spoke up. "If I may, what does that mean, your Highness?" she spoke calmly.

"Ah, please just call me Phantom! It also means that Galaxy is 3/4 Part ghost? Maybe a bit more? He does feel a bit different than the last time I saw him, but then again, his core was still growin'," he said, trailin’ off at the end.

Constantine threw his hands up in the air and then froze. He slowly looked at the two. "Wait...Bats, does that mean that Phantom is your Birth father?" Constantine asked with his hands twitchin' like they wanted to grab somethin'.

Every head turned towards Batman and Danny, and the two looked at each other and then at the Leauge, "Yes," they spoke as one. "HOW!?" most of the League shouted. Danny shrugged. "Eh, this was before I dated' both his parents. We learned his other Dad was infertile, and that was sort of the openin' that we needed to explain that we three liked each other. Ultimately, it worked out fine, so a win is a win!".

The League turned their heads to Batman and said the man nodded yes, that what came out of the ghost King's mouth was true.

That day, the Justice League was out of order and needed a proper reboot, and yes, Danny did indeed have the time of his un-dead life. Afterward, he even got to meet his son's lovers.

While the four were together, Danny brought up that poly and vigilantism must run in the family or somethin' so off-handedly that it had Clark and Diana laughin'. Bruce just grumbled at his Pa.

After that shit show of a reunion, Bruce took Danny back to the manor. He caught up with Alfred, and they made a plan that would remind Bruce that if he ever disappeared again and scared the shit out of them again, he was goin' to regret it. Bruce havin' no clue as to what they were talkin' about and frankly didn't want to know promised himself never to piss off his two parents again.

(Bruce still sees Alfred as a father figure. Danny did an excellent job bein' home every day, but sometimes the Observents won in their crusade.

They demanded that Danny be present in their meetings at least once a week, and of course, they could and would go on for days about their topic, even if it was a stupid one, just to keep him there.

And if some of them got put on ice just by suggestin' that he left his son to the mortals to be raised, it was no one's business but Danny's.)

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Okay, so this was supposed to be a bit longer, and it would have Danny meetin' Dick and then later Jason, but I decided to split it in half-ish, and if the people want to see the rest of my crappy writin', then I might share it.

I also mainly wanted to get this out and see how it went cause I am very happy with how most of this turned out. I am also runnin' out of motivation so~ but hey, I hoped you liked it!

Part 2 to this shit show!

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Ego Headcanons: The Ipliers

Pt. 1

Iplier Manor is home to most of Mark Fischbach’s egos, the Ipliers.

The Actor-Marc(he/him): doesn’t live at the manor. No one knows where he is or much about him. Dark is the only one who recalls what Actor did, and Host knows due to their powers. His body was dead before and during the entirety of WKM (explaining the amount of maiming that Abe listed). He considers the egos made from AHWM and ISWM to be his children, except Engie. He doesn’t like Engie. (More on that in another post). None of those egos know he calls them his children/creations. He cannot be seen as a failure/the bad guy. (In the words of Mark himself, a narcissist asshole). All of the films he was in disappeared without a trace when he died for the first time due to interference by the HE, leaving many film buffs confused (many people thought the movies, and even Marc himself, to be mass hallucinations and there was later a documentary done on the phenomenon)- Powers: can harness the power of the House Entity to create pocket realities(and stay alive).

Wilford Warfstache(he/him): gnc pan Pink and yellow whirlwind of a man. Cries bubbles. Is more powerful than Dark but content letting him take the lead on most things while co-leading the egos. In a relationship with Dark. The events of WKM haunt his dreams, but he very rarely remembers them in the morning. His mustache and a strip of his hair are naturally pink, he doesn’t dye it. (The color loses vibrancy the closer he is to William. Some mornings, his hair/mustache will be entirely brown. On those days, Dark will sit quietly with him until Wilford finally slips back into place.) He feels a special connection to Dark, but is unsure why (he stopped questioning it after they started dating, assuming that’s why). His bouts as William can be triggered by Damien/Celine so they tend to avoid the bubblegum man when in control. - Powers: reality bending (telepathy/telekinesis/teleportation/ ect.)

Darkiplier-Dark/Damien(they/he): nonbinary ace fusion. Is the designated Head of Iplier Manor. While Dark is their own consciousness created as a byproduct of the twins having been stuck in The Upside-down for a time, they only exist when both Damien and Celine are in the body(they can only separate when in Actor’s stories). Dark specifically is the one in a relationship with Wilford, not the twins. Who is in control can be determined by the color of their aura, with Dark having both red and blue, Damien having only blue, and Celine having only red. (Damien will go by both ‘Dark’ and his own name when in control, while Celine chooses to only go by ‘Dark’.) Only a few of the older egos actually know the difference. Dark himself is usually in control of the body with the twins keeping a running commentary in the back of their mind. Celine is the strongest, due to having been a seer, and can force the other two asleep if she so wishes. Feels a sort of parental responsibility for Engie despite them not being a ‘young’ ego. - Powers: blasts of raw telekinesis like power, shadow bending(possibly more, undiscovered)

King of the Squirrels-Artie(he/him): a physically younger ego (roughly 12). Was pretty much adopted by Dark/Wilford. Has a treehouse connected to his bedroom through the window where most of his squirrel friends have built nests. Always has one or two baby squirrels in his pockets. Has named all of his squirrel friends. Doesn’t usually have his peanut butter beard(Dark banned it in the house and he ushers almond butter instead when a Crank is over). Likes spending time with Engie, who is fascinated by all types of animals. - Powers: higher agility, can talk to animals.

Engineer Mark-Engie(he/they): an ego made from Dark, specifically Damien (like how Marc considers certain egos his children). Due to that, he feels a special connection to Dark and has adopted them as a parent. He likes hanging out with Wilford. They love animals of any type and can often be found with Artie, helping him take care of his squirrels. Loves hugs and will find any excuse to hug someone. They are basically the physical embodiment of Mark’s love for space. He has those glow in the dark stars on his bedroom ceiling and a telescope. - Powers: unknown

The Host-Isaac(he/they): demiaroace nonbinary. uses his narrations as a sort of echolocation, able to see what they describe. Doesn’t technically need a service dog, but sometimes wishes they had one (more so when Mark and Amy visit with Chica)- Powers: visions, low level mental suggestion, and limited reality warping through narrations.

The Author-Oscar(he/him): aroace agender. Wrote actual books. Lived alone in a cabin. Loves dogs. Does not like large groups of people. Keeps to himself. - Powers: low level mental suggestion, limited reality warping through written word.

— Host and Author are siblings OR the same person depending on how I want to write them. (There is a separate post for these 2 as well)

Dr. Edward Iplier-Doc(he/him): demiaroace in a relationship with Host. Watches those medical dramas. Consistently running on 2 hours of sleep and way too much caffeine, but somehow always pretty chill and looks well put together. Pretty much adopted Eric. Dislikes when Mark is off his ADHD meds because it effects all the egos. - Powers: can see how people will die. (He’s very glad egos don’t stay dead)

Eric Derekson(he/him): anxiety boiTM. One of the younger egos (about 18-19). Has chronic bad luck. Has two prosthetic legs. Showed up at the Manor one day and was practically adopted by Doc and Host by the end of the day. Enjoys spending time with Oliver. - Powers: unknown

Bim Trimmer(he/him): theatre bi, not a literal cannibal. Does enjoy very rare steaks though and was mistaken as one by the Jims. Runs a game show in Wilford’s studio but often helps Wilford with interviews as well. Hangs out with Murdock the most and has taken Yan under his wing. He sees Yancy sort of as a younger brother too. - Powers: ramped up charisma

Murdock Malarkey(he/him): murder man with a plan. He’s the older of the two Malarkey brothers. Murdock has a job as a paranormal investigator(the Drowned Man). Keeps an eye on Yancy most of the time. Has a flair for the dramatic and enjoys spending time with Bim. He definitely gives murder tips to Yan. He helped Yancy with the murder of their parents but got away while Yancy got caught. He still blames himself for not watching his brother close enough. Write poetry in his free time. Sometimes hangs out with Author. - Powers: can see and talk to ghosts.

Yancy Malarkey(he/him): theatre kid all the way. The younger Malarkey brother. Best friends with Heapass. Very good with anything that could be used to stab. Regularly spars with Yan to keep their skills up. Got a job at the local corner store after he got out of Happy Trails on parole. Wants to someday hit Broadway. Does not blame Murdock for ending up in jail and constantly tries to explain how it’s not his fault. - Powers: Magic tattoos that he cannot control.

Yandereplier-Yan(she/they): transfem demigirl. Physically younger ego (about 15-16). Hangs around the Malarkeys and Bim to the point that she’ll call them her uncles. Has their own katana. She and Yancy made a secret club called “The Yan Gang” and they meet up every Monday to play dress up and make plans for the week. - Powers: heightened agility, instant mastery of weapons techniques.

The Iplier egos are all open to questions.

Part 2

[bigupsdog]

Intro dialog for every Guilty Gear character day 3: Johnny

Sol: Your bounty is high enough to pay for my trip to the moon three times over.

Johnny: You ain't the first person to try to claim that bounty, you ain't gonna be the last.

Ky: You were also orphaned by the Crusades?

Johnny: That bloody war took many a good man's life.

May: When are you going to let me pilot the May Ship again?

Johnny: The last time I let ya drive her ya nearly crashed into Illyria Castle.

Axl: Out of curiosity what's the craziest thing you've ever stolen?

Johnny: Alright, now I wont say which, but one of the Kings of Illyria’s crown is a fake, if you know what i'm saying.

Chipp: Come on, you're wearing all black and you wield a katana, just take the full plunge and become a ninja.

Johnny: Sorry buddy, but if I became a ninja, I would just be too cool for the world to handle.

Potemkin: I'm here to retrieve stolen property from Zepp.

Johnny: What are you talking about? I haven't taken anythin from you guys… recently.

Faust: How’s… May’s… Condition???

Johnny: She’s doing a lot better thanks to you, Doc.

Milia: I work for the government now, so I have to take you in.

Johnny: I’m sure ya asked for this job personally, to see good old Johnny.

Zato: This is nothing personal, I'm just doing my job.

Johnny: And when I cut ya down, it also won't be anythin personal.

Ram: I'm confused, I thought pirates were supposed to be in the ocean, not the sky.

Johnny: Ya don't have to have such strict definitions for everythin sometimes a spade is just a spade.

Leo: A lawbreaker stands before me, and I will be the mighty judge, jury and executioner.

Johnny: I’m startin to think this ain’t no jury of my peers.

Nago: Your swordsmanship, it reminds me of samurai from ages past.

Johnny: You lookin to relive some of your glory days? Because I'm more than willin to help.

Gio: Look I have my orders to take you in, but I still owe you one, so even if I win I'll just say you gave me the slip.

Johnny: Ah that's sweet, looks like it ain't a dog eat dog world after all.

Anji: Steal from the rich, give to the poor, you’re a real Ishikawa Goemon.

Johnny: First time I heard that one, normally I get Robin Hood.

I-No: Don't even try it lover boy, I'm way out of your league.

Johnny: Damn, and I had a great witch related pick up line and everything.

Goldlewis: Outlaws like you give us cowboys a bad name.

Johnny: Nah, lawmen like you ruin the real spirit of the cowboy.

Jack-O: Is that a cowboy costume? Shouldn't you have a gun not a sword?

Johnny: It ain't no costume, I'm the bona-fide real thing.

HC: Ah the showdown, the best part of any western movie.

Johnny: In a quick draw it all comes down to who's faster, unfortunately for you.

Baiken: Put that sword down, you ain't no damn samurai.

Johnny: Cowboy, pirate, samurai, what can I say I have a lot of feathers in my cap.

Testament: I hear you've adopted many an orphaned child from the Crusades.

Johnny: I'd like to think your old man Kliff woulda been proud of me.

Bridget: Your bounty is HOW MUCH!!!

Johnny: Run along now lass, bounty hutin ain't nothin you want to involve yourself with.

Sin: Hey man, your ship looked so cool while I was riding next to it on a dragon!

Johnny: You did what now?

Delilah: Your ship was nice… um, thanks for letting me ride in it.

Johnny: Ah much alleged, good old Johnny's always willin to lend a helpin hand.

Asuka R#: I am not the real “That Man” I am simply a clone.

Johnny: So the coward made a fake to hide from his past, I see how it is.

Asuka R Kreutz: I am deeply sorry for all the pain my past actions have caused.

Johnny: Ah ain't that sweet, ya apologized, to one person who you helped make an orphan, what about all the rest?

Elphelt: Is that a noble outlaw, coming to steal this fair maiden's heart?

Johnny: Normally I'm the one who uses the cheesy pick up line, feels weird, the shoe being on the other foot.

ABA: Your ship is a whale, yet you didn't paint it blue, what is wrong with you?

Johnny: I didn't paint the May Ship, she was just born that way.

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Hi Mickey, whats your favorite movie?

Hiya i-make-art14,

Hm... My favorite movie...

Oh boy, this is a tough one. I mean, I like a lot of the standard superhero movies, though I've kinda felt a bit burnt out on them lately. I kinda liked that very pink movie Minnie took me to, it isn't the typical movie I would see but I still enjoyed it. I don't know if I would say that it was my favorite, though.

I feel like for me, my favorite movie has to be something with a brave protagonist, loveable side characters, a great villain, a well-written story, looks amazin', and is full of comedy, drama, action, with a compellin' mystery at the center.... OH! I got it!

Well I actually got two...

The first movie I'm thinkin' of is about this detective 🕵️, heavily based on a very famous fictional detective you most likely know, who's helpin' a young girl find her missin' father after he was kidnapped. Turns out her father was kidnapped by the main villain to make a robotic queen so they could replace the actual queen with her and have the robotic queen make the main villain king. It's up to the detective, the young girl, a new companion, and the detective's dog to stop the villain and his evil plan. There is intrigue, disguises, scares, singing, and even a fight in a clock tower. There's just so much to love. It's just such a well-made movie, that I think anyone can enjoy. Though I guess it helps that the protagonist is very relatable in ways outside of bein' a detective. 🐭

The second movie I'm thinkin' about is also about a detective 🕵️ who's strugglin' with the loss of his brother. He was hired to investigate a scandal between the wife of a famous actor and another man, only for that man to be killed and the actor to be framed for it. He then has to investigate the murder only to find that it's part of a huge conspiracy by an evil judge to get rid of an entire town and put a highway through it. This movie mixes two different mediums and does it so incredibly well that it just feels so natural. I also really like the relationship between the actor and the detective as well as the actor and his wife. There's also a character who funnily enough kinda looks like me there. I swear that is not the only reason I like these movies. 😅

I would tell you the titles, but I think in the theme of these mystery movies, I'll let you figure it out on your own. But if you do figure it out and haven't seen them yet. I highly recommend both of them!!!

- M.M.

[veterantrainerray]

Sorry ‘bout the delay in updates from yesterday. It’s mornin’ now… Handled the Slowpoke fine, obviously, but when we moved up to the mountain to do the same with bird Pokemon (for demonstration reasons specifically) I got blindsided by a Skarmory. Nothin’ like a few dozen pounds of metal plated anger smackin’ ya square in the gob to put your lights out. I figure it was after Gala, I was helpin’ her to change apples at the time. Didja know the shiny ones change the red apples to yellow? I’d always figured they just refused the red ones, but there’s apparently some chemistry magic that happens instead. Anyway.

I’m told Pyrite hit it outta the sky with a rock from a distance that’d make a Tinkaton jealous right after… And he needs a new ball. He broke his old one when he came roarin’ out. Scared the students somethin’ fierce, seein’ the big guy that mad. Heard some kids talkin’ about a steel-type user in the school’s mini-League almost havin’ their whole team stomped before subduing him… A failure on my part, that, lettin’ my partner cause that kinda trouble. Guess he at least left an impression on some of the students ‘bout how scary strong a well-trained partner can get, but a silver lining ain’t an excuse. At least he wasn’t aimin’ to cause permanent damage, even when he got that worked up… A sign of a good heart, that.

Oh, and the Slowpoke’s a Slowking now, apparently. Ain’t sure when or how, but I’d wager he’s half the reason I’m awake so soon. Guess they got Galarica trees somewhere in that dome. For the folks who ain’t in the know, Galarian Slowking are dab hands when it comes to medicine and first aid. So I already owe him one. Goes to show you never know which Pokemon’s gonna have your back in any given moment, and battle strength ain’t the only factor.

Soon as I’ve got the x-rays of my noggin and Pyrite in a new ball I’m fixin’ to head on home to Galar with the next ship. My motorcycle should be waitin’ at the harbor for me. Between the Polywag, Dratini, Lapras and now Slowking… Yeah, got most of a functional team in the works just with that. Already gettin’ tactical ideas, but those will just have to remain ideas until I see how these guys develop. Already bettin’ this Slowking and Old Spooky are gonna be fast friends once we’re home. Got a Kings Rock in my battle closet, and I can already tell this Poliwag’s gonna be happier as a Politoed than a Poliwrath. He wouldn’t want that intimidating presence. Dratini’s keen on more training, probably gonna use him while trainin’ folks on the ranch to help him build practical battle experience. The Lapras is cozy and recovering in a Dive Ball, she’s gonna make a full recovery with some time. Gentle soul but she stands her ground. Old Spooky’s apparently been a huge help to the twins in my absence, helpin’ them mind the things I’m usually keepin’ tabs on.

. . . And don’t yall worry ‘bout me none, you hear? I’ve taken harder knocks than this and bounced back. Remind me to tell the story of when I took a Solar Beam to the chest one of these days. Still got a tiny bit of the burn scarring ‘round my belly and shoulders. That was the end of my previous jacket, though.

Sorry to any students my partner frightened yesterday. He’s a gruff bloke, but he ain’t one to let loose like that if he ain’t on a proper battle court. It’s just been a long time since he saw me take a hit like that, since he makes my safety his business. Don’t let this dissuade any of yall from raising your own Rhyperior. They make damn fine partners, sturdy and loyal. Ya just need a firm hand with ‘em. And the Rhyhorn in that savannah are fine specimens. I’d know, it’s in my blood.

[lollythelazyperson]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR LEGO MONKIE KID SEASON 5

so I’ve finally finished watching all of lmk season 5, and…

…I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT SHIT… 😭😭😭

LIKE- (starting w/ ep. 7 here since ep. 6 doesn’t have much happen in it iirc) we FINALLY get to learn what MK is/how he was created, LBD sorta shows up and the eye demon guy reveals to mk what all those visions meant(yk, mk literally sacrificing himself for the world n all), the show references wukong and macaque’s fight thingymajigy in jttw, then in ep. 8 mk can control the jade emperor’s power(or was that ep. 7? idrk man), the fuckin uh snake demon guy reveals the first two things i said to everybody else, but he also reveals/mk figures out that [snake guy] actually FREED MK FROM THE STONE WAAAAY EARLIER THAN NEEDED(snake guy also has some lore which kinda makes him interesting but that isn’t the point here)…

and in ep. 9, well- there’s no big lore drop except at the end, but so i’ll kinda summarize it instead. macaque first tries to stop mk from doin the whole sacrifice but fails, and eventually the others have to stop/stall snake guy while wukong tries to stop mk instead. he fails and mk encounters nuwa, who reveals the whole… “pillars in peril? pillars saved by mk? oh, well, that means the whole world has to start over cuz there are no more beings strong enough to handle the stones now, so the world’s gotta make new ones.” thing to him(which is the lore drop basically).

finally, in ep. 10, well(i shall also summarize this one)…

everyone thinks mk died(but macaque mutters “wukong”… 👀👀), meanwhile mk goes “NAH, IMMA DO MY OWN THING, ANS YOU CANT STOP ME!!!!!!!!” to nuwa basically, and comes out of the pillar alive. wukong catches mk when the latter starts to fall, so (mostly) everybody goes in for a group hug- but considering the world’s basically ending… they hold hands for the last time- and wukong is LEGIT ABOUT TO GET MACAQUE TO HOLD HIS HAND, WHEN FUCKIN SNAKE GUY INTERRUPTS THE MOMENT SJ2JZIWISIAOLAKAKAJQJSI LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT SMH- …….oh right anyways. they(the others, not snake guy) decide to share the power of the stones with everyone due to mk convincing them of it, but then snake guy drags mk into the pillar- and they have a weird conversation that’s basically snake guy goin “…this has only just begun. good luck, kid. you’ll need it.” to mk and then literally pushing him off and back outta the pillar.

the last few minutes of the episode is basically the aftermath of that. people now have cool magic powers(nobody is gonna use em for bad, definitelyyyyy /hj /lh), flyingbark reference through a flying dog, and some of the monkie kids(everybody but the monkeys themselves basically) are just chillin n talkin. meanwhile, mk n wukong talk bout what’s gonna happen next or sum(can’t exactly remember what specifically, I just remember mk startin the convo like that) but when mk starts to cry wukong hugs him.

then, we get an outro-monologue thingy from tang- and what we see durin it is basically this;

1; macaque is in court with the ten kings(?)- his powers have been affected by snake guy.

2; pigsy n mk are just havin a nice time addin a new photo to the photo album.

3; nezha and his dad are helpin handlin stuff in the celestial realm,

4; finally, the monkie kids/mk’s crew + redson + the two monkeys are havin a lil celebration somewhere… but in the very end, macaque sees how mk’s staff is also affected by snake guy’s powers(?).

so like- YEAH, I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT CLIFFHANGER. ……OR LEGIT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THE LATER HALF OF SEASON 5.

but it’s preeeeetty late for me rn and I cannot stay up(gotta wake up early tmr) today, so if I have anything else I wanna say I’ll probs just will do that in another post.

so gn! drink water, eat food, and have a great day/night! :D

cya’ll in the next post!

[mandareeboo]

Prompt! How aboutttt Mei giving Pigsy a hand fixing the uhh noodle delivery bike thingie that mk uses?

Maybe Pigsy being a good dad asking about MK if hes doing ok stuff like that? :3

OR pigsy dad's senses going off when Mei keeps complaining about her folks so he casually drops a "we got a guest room in the shop, just saying. Heavens know mk could use a hand with deliveries" or some other excuse like that

The only reason the tuk tuk has survived this long is because of Mei. The girl is, to put it simply, a one-woman pit crew. At least once a week she pops open the engine and hammers out the dents as payment for a good meal. Pigsy hovers while she works, passing tools with one hand and smoking with the other.

"Thanks fer this," he says, like he does every week. "I know you've had a long, uh.... shift? Is it a shift? You had a long shift at the race course. Yer prolly wore out."

"You kidding? This is the highlight of my day."

"Yeah." Pigsy blew some smoke out. The street tended to quiet down in the evening, giving it a private, homey appeal. "You think he's doing okay?"

The tuk tuk made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a jackhammer as Mei twisted something. "'Course he is. He's MK."

"Yeah, I know. I jus' worry about him, is all." There was a pause as he gently punched her shoulder. "I worry 'bout both of ya's."

"Aw, c'mon, Pigsy. You know me." Mei patted her chest. "Always land on my tires."

"I know, I know," he grumbled. Pigsy took a long inhale. "It's so easy fer Monkey King to do this sorta thing, you know? Here, kid, take my staff, go on adventures, get knocked around a bit. What's he know about head trauma? He's immortal." He exhaled and bumped her shoulder again. "And I know yer helpin' him without that."

"Uhhhh, hello?" She unsheathed her jade sword.

"Yeah, yeah, you got firepower, but it's different. That's a family heirloom. No one just showed up and went, 'hey, you, let's give you god powers for funsies.'"

"Ha, yeah, god powers," Mei ran her hands down the blade of the sword with the same awe Pigsy noticed she always had. It clearly meant a lot to her. "Getting this sword means I'm supposed to protect my family house until, like, forever."

The way she said it made it sound like a horrible imposition. Pigsy had never met Mei's folks, not personally, but he wasn't exactly looking forward to the day they crossed paths, either. He had a lot to say to them. "You know I got room in the back for you, right? You could be the fastest delivery driver in Megapolis."

"Yeah, yeah, you've told me a hundred times before." It was her turn to lightly sock his shoulder. "Let me handle my folks, alright?"

"Alright. Just so you know."

"Like you'll ever let me forget," she chided. "Hey, lemme have some."

"Absolutely not." He twisted his upper body away from her. "This here is fer adults. Bad adults. Don't smoke, kid."

"I'm twenty three! Soon I'll be all decrepit and old like you. Let me enjoy it while it lasts."

Too young to be saving the world, he decided. Pigsy handed it over, watching with eyebrows raised as she took a small sip. A rattling cough shook her chest.

"Oh, Gods, that's vile. What the hell is wrong with you, Pigsy?"

"I'm a father of two," he bemoaned, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

[cindermetalheadgw2]

My Inevitable

by Snargle Goldclaw

Chapter 1.

AN: Speacial fangz (get it, coz Im charr) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) bonnie, 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Faren ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MTL LGN ROX!

Hi my name is Palawa Ignacious Inevitable Scourge Of Vabbi Joko and I have long immortal lich life (that's how I got my name) with magic staff and shriveled dead eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like The Pact Commander (AN: if u don't know who they are get da hell out of here!) I'm not related to Mad King Thorn but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a lich but my bones are straight and white. I have wrinkly dead skin. I'm also a scourge, and I go to a magic palace in the Desolation called the Bone Palace where I'm the emperor (I'm 574). I'm undead (in case you couldn't tell) and I mostly wear gold. I love Black Lion and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a white crown with matching jewels around it and a white fabric elonian leggings, skull shoulder pads and sandals. I was wearing tar lipstick, tar eyeshadow, tar foundation, and a gold lip piercing. I was walking outside the Bone Palace. It was dry with sandstorms and hot sun, which i was very happy about. A lot of sunspears stared at me. I put my middle finger up at them.

[jungle-angel]

Lessons In Sunday Dinner (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: It's a warm spring night and one of your close family friends has invited you and Calvin for dinner where you learn that some family roots run deep

Warnings: Family history, mentions of birth and parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Notes: I got the idea for this from one of my favorite children's books, "Chicken Sunday" by Patricia Pollaco. I found it in a bookshop a few weeks ago and this little idea had popped into my head.

You and Calvin couldn't have been more excited at Henny's dinner invitation. Cal's mother and father would have come, however Six-Thirty and Rosie were needed at home, the puppies still new to the world and needing constant attention from their parents.

You and Calvin headed up the steps of the old red-brick Victorian that belonged to Henny and Paul King, her climbing roses and the bougainvillea in full bloom and alive with the constant buzzing of bumblebees.

You rang the doorbell and were met with the sound of barking from Curly, her little black Scottish terrier. "Curly get it on outta here!" Henny ordered loudly. "Go chase the rats outta the garbage cans or somethin."

Curly shuffled aside and zoomed up the stairs. "Well, well look who decided to show on up!" she laughed as she opened the storm door.

"Hi Henny," you both greeted, hugging her warmly.

"Come on in," she said. "We've got alot of work to do before dinnertime. Cal, if ya'll want, you can put Ellen in the living room with Betsy and Ruby. Paul should be back in a little while."

Ellen was put in the playpen with Henny's granddaughters so they could play together. As soon as Paul was home, he and Calvin retreated to their secret little hideaway to work on some sort of afternoon project, leaving you and Henny to handle Sunday dinner prep.

"So what's on the menu Henny?" you asked.

"Just a little family tradition honey," she answered. "A little something my Grandmama used to call 'Chicken Sunday.'"

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh," said Henny. "That was her thing, she'd never miss a church service nor did she miss Sunday dinner. And if we dared to even miss one Sunday dinner with the family, she'd threaten to beat us blue."

You made a face at the image that had suddenly popped into your head. "Sounds like she was real strict."

"Oh she was," Henny explained. "Only because she knew what it was like to have been in a family that was split up. All she ever wanted in life was for us all to stick together. Didn't always happen, but we tried our best."

"I'm sorry Henny," you said, feeling a little sad.

"Oh don't be sorry honey, it ain't anybody's fault," Henny assured you. "It's just the way it was. Now, if ya'll don't mind helpin me a second, we need to head out back and gather some stuff outta the garden."

Excitement flared within you at the notion. Henny's garden was legendary and the envy of every neighborhood shrew who just didn't have the green thumb.

"Go on now honey child, it's best if you take your shoes off," Henny told you, leaving her own near the kitchen door. "That's what spring and summer were made for."

You laughed a little, leaving your shoes next to Henny's. The garden looked absolutely gorgeous, everything so green and having grown so tall. The wildflowers were everywhere with bees flitting from one to the other while the vegetables had grown tall and ripe with peppers, tomatoes, onions, beans, turnips, cabbages, lettuces, carrots, cucumbers and all sorts of herbs and spices. The strawberries were already beginning to grow ripe along with Henny's berry bushes but the hazelnuts still had a bit of a ways to go. The sunshine and the heat of early afternoon had made everything perfect, as perfect as a Sunday could be.

"So what are we gathering Henny?" you asked her.

"Well," Henny answered. "First we're gonna need some fresh garlic and the potatoes. Then we're gonna need broccoli and collards for the sides."

You and Henny set about, gathering whatever it was you needed from the garden. A warm breeze blew by, the windchimes gently clanging in the breeze while the birds sang and the smells of her garden wafted up your nose. You gathered as much of the broccoli and the collard greens as you could pick, the greens themselves already up to your knees.

"Aw honey that should be enough," Henny told you. "Don't let your basket get overfilled now."

Once everything had been gathered, you and Henny went right back into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner.

"Now this," she said, removing the chicken legs and thighs from the fridge. "Was Grandmama's secret. She'd let the meat brine overnight in buttermilk and then roll it in all the flour with the herbs and spices from her garden."

"Because when it soaks overnight, the brine is absorbed into the meat and chemical reactions occur that allow the flavors to lock in," you explained.

Henny smiled and shook her head with her hands on her hips. "That is your husband talking for sure," she laughed.

You laughed with her as you set to prepping the rest of the food. "So this was Grandmama's tradition huh?" you said, chopping up the garlic.

"Mmmhmm," Henny nodded. "She started it after she got her freedom. She opened up a little corner restaurant in Savannah and ran the place almost fifty years, right up through the Depression. She was real business savvy you know. She had a wealthy oilman come through her joint once and had said that if he could, he would've offered her a job, but Grandmama told him outright that if he did, nobody would be able to run the place and the food would be no good."

You laughed a little as Henny told you more stories about her grandmother and the little hole-in-the-wall place that her and her husband had run for almost fifty years. "Must've been a hell of a place."

"Oh it was honey," Henny said, chopping up the collards. "It was good cookin and good company. Everybody in the place looked forward to Chicken Sundays 'cause sometimes it was all they could afford."

"It was?"

"Uh-huh," Henny replied. "Times were tough in Georgia and there wasn't alot for anybody. Grandmama had to work with what she had and selling her chicken dinners and meals in general, were what paid the bills."

As soon as the chicken had been put in the hot pan of olive oil to fry, you let the potatoes boil and the collards cook away. Into the oven went the airy scratch rolls, all coated with flour and the whole kitchen smelling delicious.

When the dinner hour finally came, you, Calvin and Henny's family all gathered out on the porch, the warm, sunny weather too perfect to be trapped inside. The food was delicious as always with Paul having broken out a bottle of the house white for everyone to share.

"Henny, you and (y/n)really outdid yourselves," Calvin remarked. "Best dinner ever."

"Just you wait till next week," Henny told him. "We'll be doin spaghetti and meatballs if you're up for it."

You and Calvin met each other's gazes with that mischievous look in your eyes, not forgetting the last time you and him had been invited to a spaghetti dinner at Henny and Paul's.

[ratsoh-writes]

Kovu flew over towards were the shriek came from. He cringed a bit, using magic to put out his sons fire on Sails. For fucks sake Aimé. He looks around, no toddler.

"Are you okay?" he sighed, helpin the three drunkards up.

Mavi was still by now a few guards. She was gribbing the end of her tail nervously, She texted Pluto and King and update of the situation. No toddler yet.

Aimé nibbled on Sages hand. Even with her soothing sense, he was flailing around. Not as much as before but the four winged boy made it very clear the was no happy.

he was crying and hiccuping, quietly calling out to his mother and father.

Sails leans into his “savior” and sobs

Sails: oh it was terrible!! T-the baby!! It set on fire!! I cooked the baby auuygghhhhh-

Hook laughs and drunkenly tries to convince sails that aimé did not cook. Thankfully Argo is lucid enough that he’s able to point Kovu in the way that the baby ran

Argo: I saw a Drake *hic* skeleton, pretty… she was pretty dressed, green dress, she picked him up..

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Stopping at a guard station, saga coos to aimé again trying to calm him down

Saga: it’s ok little one, the nice guards will find your papa~

The guard are quite relieved to see the baby. All the stations had been radioed by now and know what to look . Kovu feels his phone in his pocket buzz, and he sees it’s the unknown number Artemis told him to look out for if any of the guards found aimé

[saintsir4n]

9

WARNINGS: ANGST, GRIEF AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE

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1914

THERE were many things Eden Dawkins hated and being shouted at is one of them.

Since the funeral Tommy hadn't been the same, he wasn't treating her like he once did, as much as she tried to ignore his attitude, his mumbles and rudeness she couldn't, even if it might be a part of his grieving process.

Guilt crept up her spine any time she wanted to snap back and prevented her from doing so.

He's grieving, his best friend is dead, and he's grieving.

Christ knows she would've been worse, god forbid she lost anyone she held dear.

But with Tommy, it felt like he was just having a go at her despite everything she did daily. Entering March, the weather had improved but Eden's mood regressed.

Whenever she wasn't at work, she was with the man she claimed to love.

But with each argument, every bicker, the whiskey coating his tongue grew thicker, harsher, driving him to say whatever, whenever.

Polly was usually there to put a stop to his rudeness, surprised that not even Eden could settle him.

But work did, the King threw himself into his ambition head first, which initially seemed like it did the trick, but he was just growing more distant, pushing everyone away as if they were nothing.

Stood by the sink of his family home, Eden huffed, attempting to scrub up the rest of the broth from the bowl Tommy didn't consume. She heard muffled chatter from the other room between Freddie and Arthur whose voices calmed her. The fact she wasn't alone with Tommy brought her a sought of peace. She cursed herself for thinking it, but he was just getting worse.

Usually, he would be all over her, running his hands over her back and sides, hugging her from behind, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, until giggles escaped her lips before he would press the most passionate, yet chest kiss to them, pouring the devotion he felt into it.

But now... nothing.

"Tommy?" She turned to see him let out an exasperated sigh, "Want me to make you somethin' else? You haven't eaten in days."

Tommy just stared ahead at the glass and the bottle of whiskey in front of him.

"Soup might be good for you," she suggested moving closer, noticing how much his hair had grown out around the sides, the heavy bags residing beneath his eyes, stubble peppering his jaw and the crinkling of his fingers, he needs a smoke, "or a sandwich, or fruit —" she tensed at the empty look he gave her, "talk to me my love."

"Talk to you?" he stiffened when she placed a hand on her shoulder.

She mustered up a smile, "Yeah, we can talk about whatever you want."

He turned away, shrugging off her hand, "What's there to talk about."

Frowning, Eden clasped her hands together and gulped, "I know I'm not her Tommy but you can talk to me —"

He abruptly cut her off with a glare, "That's right you're not her, Eden and you will never be."

His harsh words had her fingers pinching at each other, yearning to tear off the scratch around her nails.

He's grieving, his best friend is dead, and he's grieving. She repeated to herself.

Exhaling she tried again, "Tom-"

"Just leave," he waved her off.

He missed her hurt expression, "I'm trying to help."

"You haven't been helpin', being all over me for days at a time, you call that help?" His condescending tone was like a sharp knife in her back. "You're gettin' in the way, why? Tryna replace Greta ey? Is that what you want?"

Eden rapidly shook her head, "No, why would I want that?"

"You felt threatened when she was alive didn't you?" he suddenly stood up, making her flinch from the way the chair to scratched against the floor.

"I wasn't —"

Tommy came up to her, "She told me what you said, you saw her as a threat."

It was clear that he intended to hurt her, strike some sort of cord and it was working.

That's rich, "N-not like that," she stammered at their proximity, never had she seen the crazed look in his eyes cold eyes, it only made her want to draw the knife hidden beneath her underskirt, use it for protection only, but she felt like she needed it now.

But how could she use it against him?

Would she ever use it against him?

It seemed Thomas Shelby brought her as much love as he did the pain.

"Yeah, I bet," he scoffed, "she was there for me when you weren't."

She took a step backwards as he neared her, "We weren't even together until recently Tommy —"

"Fuckin' excuses, just admit it, Eden, you hated her from the start and you're glad she's dead."

"What?!" Her screech caught the attention of the men in the other room. "I never hated her and I prayed she would get well, how could you think that?"

"Always on me, all over me, suffocatin' me, want me all to yourself," he was going in circles, angry that he even made Eden a priority from the start, when he should've taken better care of Greta.

But it wasn't Eden's fault and despite that, he didn't seem to care.

"I wasn't trying to be all over you, I swear," she could see the shadows lurking behind Tommy.

He sneered, "Just get out."

"What?" she uttered as a tear escaped her eye, kissing her cheek.

"Get out!"

Eden's shoulders slumped as she bit down on her bottom lip, wondering how she ended up being subjected to such cruelty.

Tommy didn't seem to regret a thing, he just wanted to inflict the pain he felt and he'd succeeded.

Coming out from the hallway, Arthur was the first to speak, all while Freddie went to check on Eden who was physically shaking from Tommy's tone.

"Brother–"

"Shut up Arthur," he snapped, keeping his gaze on his girlfriend.

Eden grabbed her things and swiftly moved passed the other two, who stared at her sympathetically, even Freddie reached out for her, seeing the tears flowing down her face, but she shrugged him off, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible.

The sound of the front door slamming pulled Tommy back down into his chair and picking up his unfinished glass of whiskey, all while the men just stand there, one in disappointment the other in irritation.

"You need to get you're fuckin' head straight," Arthur could hardly recognise his younger brother, it disturbed him. He might've been the rowdy one who could never seem to reign in his temper, but Tommy was different, they all knew it.

Tommy tried to ignore them but they came closer, not caring if he was going to yell or scream or even punch.

"Have you lost your mind? Don't push her away. You think Etta would've wanted this," that earned a glare from Tommy, but Freddie continued, "I lost my best friend y'know? You're not the only one."

But the grieving Shelby reached to grab another drink, thinking of the pain in Eden's eyes as he shouted at her, did I really do that? He gulped down another glass, washing away the guilt that was dug at him, like a tunneler at war.

Arthur's eyes flickered between the door and his brother, "You ain't gonna go chase after her?"

He just knew John and Martha would be on his arse when they returned.

"What's the point?" Tommy finally spoke up, continuing with his tour of apathy.

Arthur leaned against the counter, "She makes you smile Tom, she makes you smile."

"What good is that? She ain't here." Tommy grumbled, much to Freddie's dismay.

The Thorne man just shook his head.

Arthur sneered, "And who's fault is that, no one's fault but your bloody own."

Tommy took no note of the words spinning around him, it was all noise, nothing but noise.

So picking up another drink, he laughed, it was a bitter and empty laugh, which they recognised.

He raised it to them, with a resentful look, "To women who leave when times get rough."

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a/n:

you can't have tommy shelby story without his tommy shelbyness. he's not cut for relationships in my opinion, he's not built like that, whether it's him or external forces, it will either end in misery or tragedy unless he makes a change.

let's hope he changes before the story reaches its conclusion. fingers crossed.

and don't go thinking eden's weak, she's hurt and the first man she has ever loved is acting horribly to her. I take pride in how I write my characters and how they act accordingly, especially in situations where the majority would be shocked or just cry if they are shouted or screamed at and let's be real, tommy doesn't deserve her kindness, especially with how he's acting.

[bittcnneck]

Should he have been even entertaining this idea? Probably not - he could practically hear Charlie's reaction upon finding out, but Angel wasn't exactly known for making the best life choices. This one , however, he was certain he wouldn't regret ( or at least that was what he hoped ) .

Sliding himself to straddle Lucifer's lap in the King's own office no less upper arms easily draped themselves over his shoulders as his top hat was nudged off, caught and placed aside on the nearby desk's surface while Angel offered his cheeky yet seductive smile to the smaller man.

" Say ... Ya wanna have a li'l fun t'getha , jus' th' two a' us ~? " The Sinner purred, head tilting to one side as long digits began to trace back and forth along Lucifer's back through layers of clothing. " Ya could consida' it a special thanks fer helpin' wit' Nuggs ... But one I ain't gonna offer ta anyone else ~ "

This was.. something. Yes, they have been flirting every once in a while, giving each other small kisses, comforting head and back rubs.. but this took it to a whole new level, and the king was not sure how to process it. He never had someone come at him like this in the last seven years. If gets his heart beating faster, and his face flushes. He looks up at him in shock as he removes his hat and gives out his little idea. "I.. Angel, are you sure about this?" He mumbled out of worry that this was something hd was putting up with his persona. He still doesn't fully know him, deep down.. but he can tell when sometimes he doesn't exactly act like the angel dust on the TV.. at least not when he is alone with him.

Although he was not sure, his hands went up to gently grasp angel dust by the hips. He was so tiny around the stomach that the kings fingers could touch each other easily as he held him. "I have difficulty saying no to you.." he mumbled, and if was followed by a smirk. His shocked face loosened, even though he is still not very certain.. that's barely because it's been so long.